Return from Self-Exile
Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 11:22 pm
A pale, iridescent blue moon bathed the icy castle walls in the barren Ipsilon Server, where once again an all too familiar face lurked in the shadows honing her skills that too many believed needn't any further training. Cool orbs of blue characteristically emitting soft pulses of mentholesque blasts from their core adeptly penetrated the vast cerulean horizon before them. Whisps of sapphire hair blew lazily in the air as the slender long arm floated meters above the icy floor upon a crescent-shaped piece of ice. She was adorned in skin tight black body armor with carefully designed sections of missing material that revealed different portions of her torso, legs, and back. At her side floated her weapon, the mysterious Mistglaive-- the orb of water retaining no physical shape at the present. The queen of ice had once again left her comrades after a heated battle in which she was forced to be the enemy. A battle where her powers were magnified tenfold, and the experienced long arm was forced to watch her friends fall in pain before her meticulously powerful blows. She was used; toyed with as though she were but a puppet whose strings were easily tweaked and pulled by the hacker who watched safely from above.
Her head tilted upwards, and she gazed off into the cloudy skies above staring daggers of sharpened ice into the digitized air above. Those long digits curled amongst themselves, and dug icy-blue tipped nails dangerously far into her palms nearly breaking skin in repressed frustration. Then without any warning, she screamed off all of the anguish and aggravation that had bottled up within her for the past year. It was no longer time to hide from her problems. Seconds later, Tokki gated out of the hidden server.
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The mysteriously dangerous queen of ice nonchalantly walked through a randomized field generated in the Theta server with her mistglaive in her rigt hand. Her head hung low for whatever reason; most likely to avoid drawing attention to herself. The field was of a snow element-- whether or not she was there by sheer coincidence, or by her will was uncertain. Either way, she rather enjoyed the setting as it reminded her very much of the Ipsilon Server realm.
*Crunch*
Tokki stopped short of her next step. Her eyes darted sideways to the left; back to the right. She was being followed. It wasn't a creature, however. She hadn't traveled through any of the golden circles spinning in midair. It was a player-- or players. If so, they picked the wrong character to assault. Tokki continued forward with her eyes lazily closed, listening for the snow behind her to be blemished with more pairs of footprints which she could sense without seeing it. The three average level players took off from their obscure positions. Two blademasters and a twin blade attacked in a very precise formation; obviously it had been practiced and performed before. They did not expect, however, for the next player they attacked to be able to manipulate the very environment in which she walked. When they were within a swords length from Tokki they lashed out in wide arcing motions. Tokki spun to meet them, but did not raise her weapon. Instead large chunks of ice too thick to penetrate with one swing of their blades materialized from nowhere in particular in the path of their swings.
At that moment, Tokki bathed in the fear and surprise in their eyes for that split second between the block and their withdrawal of their weapons. Tokki swung her mistglaive out to the left, a sharp scythe hardening from the globe of water at it's tip-- it slashed through the first blademaster's right side. Quickly she reversed her swing to block the next swing from the second blade master. She dropped her right palm into the snow beneath her and lifted her feet off of the ground and into his jaw, sending him flying into the twin blade who was in mid attack. Tokki stopped in that position on her hands-- strikingly familiar to a breakdancing freeze. Those pools of icy blue pierced into the eyes of her enemies who were shivering in both senses of the word before her. Without any warning, three spikes of ice rose from the ground through the backs of her opponents. They greyed over immediately, and phased out-- back to town. Tokki lowered herself back to the ground, and brushed the snow out of her cerulean locks.
The ground beneath her began to harden, and contort into a crescent shape once again, and her eyes fluttered shut in concentration. Soon, the ice lifted into the air and carried her across the powdery white plains. Keeping balanced was getting easier and easier for her, but the wind in her eyes was never easy for the athletic long arm to get used to. Frequently did she cheat, creating a shield of clear ice in front of her to block the wind. This took even more concentration, and often caused her to turn more clumsily. This no longer presented a problem, tough. Tokki had met a player along the way, and made a straight cash purchase for a pair of icy blue goggles that served it's purpose. Still, she wanted to wean herself off of the goggles, so every time she took off she'd try to stand flyin with her eyes open and bare for as long as she could take it. Amusingly still, Tokki fell from her crescent every so often. When she did, she would turn the ground below into a pool of water to soften her fall, and then miraculously rise out of it completely dry and unbearably angry.
Tokki's eyes fluttered open to a squint, and slowly she began to pick up speed into the distance. The terrain below zoomed by insanely fast; by this time she was high enough to pass over top of the golden circles that initiated area battles. She quite enjoyed the freedom her new-found skill granted her; but what she frequently found herself wondering now was: How helpful would this ability be in battle with her comrades? Soon enough, she would find out.
Her head tilted upwards, and she gazed off into the cloudy skies above staring daggers of sharpened ice into the digitized air above. Those long digits curled amongst themselves, and dug icy-blue tipped nails dangerously far into her palms nearly breaking skin in repressed frustration. Then without any warning, she screamed off all of the anguish and aggravation that had bottled up within her for the past year. It was no longer time to hide from her problems. Seconds later, Tokki gated out of the hidden server.
//*-->
The mysteriously dangerous queen of ice nonchalantly walked through a randomized field generated in the Theta server with her mistglaive in her rigt hand. Her head hung low for whatever reason; most likely to avoid drawing attention to herself. The field was of a snow element-- whether or not she was there by sheer coincidence, or by her will was uncertain. Either way, she rather enjoyed the setting as it reminded her very much of the Ipsilon Server realm.
*Crunch*
Tokki stopped short of her next step. Her eyes darted sideways to the left; back to the right. She was being followed. It wasn't a creature, however. She hadn't traveled through any of the golden circles spinning in midair. It was a player-- or players. If so, they picked the wrong character to assault. Tokki continued forward with her eyes lazily closed, listening for the snow behind her to be blemished with more pairs of footprints which she could sense without seeing it. The three average level players took off from their obscure positions. Two blademasters and a twin blade attacked in a very precise formation; obviously it had been practiced and performed before. They did not expect, however, for the next player they attacked to be able to manipulate the very environment in which she walked. When they were within a swords length from Tokki they lashed out in wide arcing motions. Tokki spun to meet them, but did not raise her weapon. Instead large chunks of ice too thick to penetrate with one swing of their blades materialized from nowhere in particular in the path of their swings.
At that moment, Tokki bathed in the fear and surprise in their eyes for that split second between the block and their withdrawal of their weapons. Tokki swung her mistglaive out to the left, a sharp scythe hardening from the globe of water at it's tip-- it slashed through the first blademaster's right side. Quickly she reversed her swing to block the next swing from the second blade master. She dropped her right palm into the snow beneath her and lifted her feet off of the ground and into his jaw, sending him flying into the twin blade who was in mid attack. Tokki stopped in that position on her hands-- strikingly familiar to a breakdancing freeze. Those pools of icy blue pierced into the eyes of her enemies who were shivering in both senses of the word before her. Without any warning, three spikes of ice rose from the ground through the backs of her opponents. They greyed over immediately, and phased out-- back to town. Tokki lowered herself back to the ground, and brushed the snow out of her cerulean locks.
The ground beneath her began to harden, and contort into a crescent shape once again, and her eyes fluttered shut in concentration. Soon, the ice lifted into the air and carried her across the powdery white plains. Keeping balanced was getting easier and easier for her, but the wind in her eyes was never easy for the athletic long arm to get used to. Frequently did she cheat, creating a shield of clear ice in front of her to block the wind. This took even more concentration, and often caused her to turn more clumsily. This no longer presented a problem, tough. Tokki had met a player along the way, and made a straight cash purchase for a pair of icy blue goggles that served it's purpose. Still, she wanted to wean herself off of the goggles, so every time she took off she'd try to stand flyin with her eyes open and bare for as long as she could take it. Amusingly still, Tokki fell from her crescent every so often. When she did, she would turn the ground below into a pool of water to soften her fall, and then miraculously rise out of it completely dry and unbearably angry.
Tokki's eyes fluttered open to a squint, and slowly she began to pick up speed into the distance. The terrain below zoomed by insanely fast; by this time she was high enough to pass over top of the golden circles that initiated area battles. She quite enjoyed the freedom her new-found skill granted her; but what she frequently found herself wondering now was: How helpful would this ability be in battle with her comrades? Soon enough, she would find out.