A bit of a spin on normal pvp. Here, the actual players get to fight! Or...... the more badass version of the players. However you want to look at it. Or just use a character. Whatever. xD

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Before someone asks, yes, you can use a version of yourself that looks slightly different.

One night you went to sleep, only to find that once you did... Redemption was in your dreams! This is no ordinary dream, however. You see, a dark mage has broken the fourth wall, and sucked your helpless spirits in to the world that you have made. You can control yourselves, you can feel everything, but worst of all... if you die in Redemption, you die in the real world. The only way to wake up, is to kill the other masters of the world, and become the sole ruler of Redemption. From there, you can enter or leave as you please. Of course, since this is a dream, people can change their appearance at will, and everyone has first level matter alchemy. Careful though, what you change only lasts until someone else changes it.

Profile::
Name: Dory
Age: 20
Class: Elemental Mage/Psychic
Weapon: Rune Ax
Occupation: Writer/Film...err...everything
Hobbies: Writing, exploring, taking pictures of bugs
Likes: Chocolate, writing, doing things in an overly dramatic manner, shopping, creating, moths, berries, music
Dislikes: Dancing, her inability to draw, Overcompensation, Stupidity
Appearance: Five foot one, 85-90 pounds (depending on the day) with purple hair. REALLY pale skin, and brown eyes that turn yellow when struck suddenly by bright light, or when she's using magic. Little black studs in both ears at all times.


Entry Post::

Redemption. She could barely dream of it! Then again, she mused dryly as she looked over the expansive Yevela Flats, eyes wide with wonder as she watched the grass ripple in the breeze. She giggled quietly at the thought passing through her mind, tilting her head as she curled her hand against the curve of her chin. She guessed she -could- have dreampt of it. In fact, she -was- dreaming of it... along with many others if she had translated the words of the disembodied male voice correctly. To become the ruler of Redemption? Would she ever leave?

It wasn't likely. She had been in this world for nearly a week now, just long enough to travel from Nazca to the flats in which she stood now, half drunk with wonder at the sights and sounds. Of course, Ascantha was her goal destination, to be followed very shortly by Sanctuary, and Pacalon. Still, she was struck in to a daze by the sights she never might have found in the real world, still giggling like a little school girl with every landmark she passed and recognized. For a time, she'd been fearful that should she sleep she would wake up... but she had slept, and still she remained. Redemption was just as solid as it had been the night before; and Dory had found herself quite more.... was energized the word? For the risk.

Her clothes had been the first thing to change once she had realized that such could be done, for no one could be taken seriously when they wore a pair of fluffy pink and white pajama pants. Instead, she donned the black leather pants she'd always had the tendency of dressing her characters in. Tight fitting from hip to mid calf, where they flared to cover boots. Red satin laces bound cut out triangles from thigh to knee. Her top had changed every day (She was, after all, a woman), but normally they involved corsets of one variety or another. For that day, however, there was no corset; but rather a difficult to describe article of dark clothing that left her shoulders bare, but belled around her hands, cut off and bound with red at her middriff. Her hair, of course, remained purple... as never could she have sacrificed her purple hair.

The second thing she'd been sure to acquire was an Ax. The Rune Ax, to be more precise, as there could never, ever be anything more intimidating than a five foot, 90 pound woman carrying an ax as large as she was. It took more effort than she much cared to admit to swing it, but such was fine. Weaponry was not, and never really had been, her specialty anyway.

As the crisp breeze of the Yevela Flats brushed over her face, reminding her of the ra's eye she had manifested over her left eye, and the red tower manifested under her right, she burst out in to giggles again. This was just too cool.

In like fucking Flynn.

Character Sheet:

Name: Eric
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 166 pounds
Hair: Dark brown, short
Eyes: Brown
Skin: White

Profession: Unemployed

Skills: Being a dick, creeping, serial murder, procrastinating, killing small animals, writing, scaring children, and bullshitting.


Well, at least this wasn't as bad as the time I dreamed about driving down Ankeny Boulevard on acid while two-hundred-foot-tall deer and other animals are rampaging around the town, or being attacked by giant mutant ants that could only be only be killed by helium on Mars. I mean, those were the kind of dreams that you just experience; you have no idea that you're dreaming until you actually wake up, and at that point you just think, "What the fuck did someone slip in my drink last night!"

Anyway, I'll stop bullshitting now and actually start talking about some relevant stuff. So, here I am on Redemption, the place where I spend several hours a week. Now, being here sounds pretty chill and all, at least at first. Until you realize that some of the people and places in the roleplay are actually there. And then you get to thinking, "Hey, I've wrote a fucked up character...or two...or almost every single one I've made." I mean, shit. What happens when I run into these guys? Darken Brood, a crazy-ass motherfucker who is building a tower on top of Damaris Peak made out of hundreds of thousands of human corpses? Ya, fuck that. Obviously I haven't gone anywhere near Damaris Peak.

I don't even know if that's the scariest thing, though. I'm here, on Redemption and all, and it's my job to kill all my fellow roleplayers. There's some pretty strange people who write on the website, though. I mean, you ever just sit back and think, "Damn, what kind of rapists are these guys?" What happens when one of them says, "Hey, I'm stuck in this world until everyone else dies, so I might as well chain them to a wall in an abandoned castle and torture them for awhile." That's not even the worst of it, though. I can totally imagine some of our members meeting up and being like, "Hey, we should totally fuck!" I guess technically it isn't cybersex, though, since it's in a dream. I guess that makes it a mindfuck. Hah.

And oh god, what happens when Luthe finds a school?

So ya, these are the people I have to kill. Now, I ask myself, for all my jokes about dismembering people, strangling them to death with their intestines, so on and so forth, I gotta wonder if I can actually do it. I mean, shit, some people are dead the moment I see them, but other people are pretty cool and all.

Whatever. I guess I'll just figure it out when the times comes. For now, I might as well enjoy. This is like jacking into the fucking Matrix except I'm in a fantasy world and I don't know kung fu. Which is a god damn shame. But anyway, on that note I've totally made myself look like Neo. I got the black pants, black shirt, black boots, black trenchcoat, the badass shades. You name it, I've got it. Except for guns. I mean, I probably could will them into being, but that'd ruin the fun of all this. Although, I gotta admit, dinosaurs with lasers is starting to sound pretty sweet.

Right now I'm sitting at some seedy bar in Galam, just relaxing and smoking a blunt. Well, I would be chill if everyone in the damn place stopped looking at me. I feel like the moment I step outside five guys are gonna come slit my throat and throw my body in the dumpster. It's probably my clothes - I gotta admit they're out of place, but shit do I look pretty cool. Not that those guys really matter, though; I mean fuck, with a snap of my fingers I can wish them out of existence.

You know, come to think of it, I've kind of been wasting my time here. Like, this is a dream, I can build shit right? So why the fuck have I not built myself a temple or an airship or some such thing. But meh, I guess I'm just too lazy. It's far easier to just sit around and do nothing. I can get drunk whenever I want, get high whenever I want, sleep and eat whenever I want. Hell, I can do pretty much whatever I want. So what's the rush, hey? I'll build myself a temple devoted to my awesomeness later. I'll go tame some dinosaurs in Dark World to serve as guards later. Because right now, in the immortal words of Ron Livingston from Office Space, I'm doing absolutely nothing and it's everything that I thought it could be.

((Inspiration Music for this post!))

"I should move." Dory sighed, voice escaping her lips as it so often did when she thought to hard about something, or just didn't understand the words she was attempting to type. Or thought those words were particularly funny. Or... anytime that she was alone, for that matter. Yes, Any time.

But she didn't want to.

Eventually, the rest of the pc's would come (She loved calling them that. It made them all sound so bad ass. Much better than anything even remotely similar to highlander or anything related to the before mentioned film that did not in any respect belong to her) to find her. They had to, if they wanted to survive in any world but the marvelous one in which she stood. Not that she had any reason to believe that they would want to. Why would they? What was better than living in a world of your creation, one you could continue to create despite living inside of it?

She considered that thought for a long moment, not moving despite her personal statement. What if she didn't kill them? What would she miss?

Well, there were her roommates, of course. It had only taken two days to miss one of them, three to miss the other. The third hadn't come to mind, but she was sure she would at some point or another. She wasn't completely sure how she had intended to live without them for such an extensive amount of time as forever-- even now, at only a week, she could almost feel her body aching for one of them. He'd have told her she was being ridiculous, if he knew. Silly. Illogical. But not clingy... truth be told, he'd always been clingier than she could ever have hoped to be.

Not that that part much mattered. What was a week in the dream world was but a few hours in the real world. If her experience in lucid dreaming had any relevance, it would be many more weeks before anyone began to wonder why she had slept for so long. Months before they realized her body was in a coma. Of course, those things always varied, as well. She'd once spent two unhappy years in a particularly vivid nightmare once, only to shake herself awake upon death, a mere three hours later. Either way, it was unlikely that her roommates missed her anywhere near as much as she missed them. They couldn't. They didn't know she was gone.

But were they worth sacrificing this beautiful world?

No, they weren't. They were, however, worth sacrificing a bunch of people she'd never met in person.

Nodding to herself with the satisfaction of her conclusion, she shifted to move again, only to come to another stop, and look around. Ascantha was to the south... but which direction was south again?

"Shitfuck." She muttered, lifting her hand and scratching at her hairline as she twisted at the torso, scanning the endless flats. No direction seemed particularly different from another, and the sun was directly above her in the sky. Perhaps when it began it's steady decline, she could deduce a direction from that... but did the sun even set in the west in Redemption? She didn't remember. Of all the stupid questions she'd ever asked, was that one even involved?

"Well..." She sighed, shaking her head and hoisting her ax more securely against her back. It's weight was almost comforting, not quite enough to slow her down, but enough to make her feel as though she was not quite as alone as she actually was. Like when she was staring at the wall, too deeply in thought to feel little but loneliness, and her roommate draped himself over her shoulders. Meant to be a joke.

She cut the thought off there with a swift shake of her head, and the first few brisk steps in any random direction. To the west she would find the ruins of Skies, if she remembered correctly. To the East would be the Dark Temple. To the North, Galam; and if she was -really- lucky, Ascantha to the south. Maybe she'd get lucky, and meet up with Amitiel along the road-- the one character of hers that wouldn't kill her upon first revelation of their creation. It was unlikely. After all, Amitiel was in Moun... but -someone- had to be in Ascantha. Someone she would have to kill.

She shuddered, momentarily at the thought, before it passed. "Oh-fucking-well". She was getting home, and then, with enough practice, she was bringing people with her the next time she returned to Redemption.

Name: Javier
Age: 18
Class: Warrior/Psychic
Weapon: Force Sword
Occupation: Unemployed
Hobbies: Long boarding, playing guitar, and video games
Appearance: Five foot seven, 170 Ibs, Long brown curly hair down to his nipples, goatee, five o' clock shadow, and a pretty large body structure for his size.

Class Skills: (so that I remember)
Guard Crusher, Loner, sonic boom empowerment, speed demon, Aura Cleave, Lock, whisper, Aura, Evocation (4), Detect (4), Mimic (5), & Displace.

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I've had dreamless nights for a while now, but tonight was different. The day was pretty average, but after falling asleep I found myself in some new place that I've never seen before. Most of the time whenever I dream I magically teleport to some unknown place, and this time was no different. Maybe, Aslan finally came to his senses and decided to send me to Narnia next. I found myself surrounded by large plots of farmland and animals. The place seemed like a typical farm, but it definitely wasn't in Florida...probably not even in America. I didn't know where the fuck I was. I started walking around the town, most of the people were normal but then I saw people, that weren't human. I was playing Oblivion before I went to bed last night, maybe that had something to do with this.

I sort of avoided all the other weird aliens walking around, and tried talking to the average humans. I was wearing a black plain T-shirt, my solid blue boxers, and black socks. None of them wanted to talk to me, probably because I looked so weird.

I continued to walk around the town. There was a large sign that read "Roft" right above my head. For some reason the name rung a bell, but It took me a minute or two to realize that I wasn't in Narnia or Oblivion. I was in fucking Redemption. I would never believe that I'd actually dream about this place. Not that I don't like it or anything, it's just that I really just started trying it out. The worst part about this dream was, that I was still a huge n00b here. I didn't know where anything was.. at all. Things started coming together as this realization occurred, and I remembered that I was sent here to kill all the other players in Redemption. I didn't know why but I was much stronger than the characters I created. There was no use looking for them, they were busy preparing for war.

The others probably though that I was gonna be an easy kill. Fuck that, if I'm going down I'm gonna take several people with me. The truth was, I just didn't want to be the first one dead. I don't really mind staying here in Redemption, this place is pretty cool and who wouldn't mind having super powers? I guess my family and friends would miss me, but this was a once in a life time opportunity. I guess I shouldn't take the preemptive strike, and maybe I should lay low for awhile and enjoy myself.

It would be best to stay out of the cities, since other people might be after me. I decided to get out of Roft, and start my own journey in Redemption. It was hard for me to actually know where I was going, all I knew was that Yevela Flats was east of Roft. I didn't want to go where some battle was about to take place, so I decided to go further south. Little did I know, that I was really heading towards Ascantha. Before making my exit from Roft, I decided that I would need to change my clothes. I didn't have any gold, so I just started thinking about the clothes I would want to have at this moment, and poof I was wearing them. I was covered in some brown light armor. There were several plates on the shoulder, arms, and thighs. The majority of it was made with leather though, so it wasn't too bulky and uncomfortable. Instead of black socks, I was wearing tight boots. Slung over my backside was a force sword. With this sword on my back, I felt like some Jedi warrior. Not to mention I had psychic powers now, so I fit the description.

Name: Sean
Age: 20
Class: Psychic / D. Mage
Weapon: Force Sword
Occupation: Student
Hobbies: Writing, DKE, Partying
Appearance: 5'8" 150 lbs, toned frame, brown eyes, short brown hair (most can recognize 18 year old me from MSN, picture him, slightly older with a small goatee.)

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Kill people eh? Man that's something I'm no fucking good at. It's funny you know, that's my goal, well i guess it's Levi's goal now, but me, I'm a not that mean a guy. Yeah man these powers are cool and well hell I'm in Redemption now but what kind of shit was that. How'd I get here? I got some kind of idea but not the greatest one. Last thing I do remember was leaving DKE, way too intoxicated to be doing much anything but sleeping and well, when I woke up here I was. How do I know where I am? Pretty simple, asked some people, they were pretty nice enough, and it took me awhile to figure out what was going on. You get used to I guess. So where am I now in specific, Meliora Island. Levi's birthplace. Kinda fitting I guess, It is where i started my journey on DF before, and I guess it is where I'm starting now.

How do I look? Well I look exactly like I do when i crashed in my bed. Could I have changed my appearance? Yeah, I could have, and truth be told if I did I would defiantly try out the old Archmage's war clothes, but nah that isn't me. So I remain, a Shirt with my letters on it, my black hoodie with fur lined, some nice blue jeans and boots, and of course, My Santa hat. You know, i was pissed when i lost my beanie and i actually needed it to keep warm, but the Santa hat did just that. So I'm pretty much in my casual clothing, just sitting here, eating this apple. I love apples, and man let me tell you Redemption has the best apples.

How do I feel about everything though, that's what I'm not sure about. I did some experimenting found out my class, which i guess ended up suiting my personality more than my play style. I guess that's true, I am pretty much known for trying to exploit every loophole on this site anyway. Psychic powers are for a lack of a better word fun, and as for death magic....it kinda hurts to use. Not that cool. I don't really feel like using it much or using it to kill the others. I can't decide. I want to go home, yeah, but wow, this world is something else, can't we just not kill each other? Who says we cant just stay here for awhile, either way....well, this apple is delicious. Might as well sit under this tree for a bit, the others, well, they are much farther away than I need to care for.

I guess mainly I want to go see Levi, though that wouldn't end well, he was for lack of a better word me, when I am trying to be a dick, all of the asshole none of the relaxed dude, though, he did have some bud. It would be kinda interesting, meeting your own characters and hopefully not having them kill you, but hell I even wanted tonight him, See who would win you know? Which me is tougher? Probably him, since I bought him all that crap, like seriously I should not have done that. I defiantly would have saved all my tokens for now if i knew better, super Sean running around with dragons and legendary weapons haha, yeah that'd be the day.

Guess I'll wait for them to come to me, maybe we can talk it out.

((INSPIRATION MUSIC for this post.))

Dory never really liked walking.

Ah, well, that was a lie. Dory liked walking just fine. She just didn't really like it all that much when everything looked the same and she had no fucking idea where she was going. Theoretically, she could have teleported..... theoretically. She knew the general location of Ascantha, granted, not in relation to where she was... but she knew it. She'd just never been there. Did that count? Did it really matter? Forever easily distracted, she wasn't even sure if she was still in the mood to go sight seeing. See, there she had gone thinking about -people- again, and she'd completely lost her motivation to do much of anything else.

Wasn't that just typical?

Growling softly, and quickening her steps, the young woman spread her arms sharply. A fireball launched from the fingertips of one hand, an orb of ice from another, though she did not stop moving to see what had caught fire or been pelted by the overpacked snowball. It really didn't matter. Dory was pissed. That was the part that mattered.

"Come out come out wherever you are!" She broad-casted the whisper, lips tipping downwards in an irritated scowl. There was just one thing standing between her and venting her anger in an arguably healthy way, and that was space. Fuck space. She had no interest in space. It wasn't 'space' keeping her away from the real world and the people she couldn't decide whether to hug or to kill. No, space was just the first step. The second step was serial murder. Strangely, provided that it meant that she could have literally everything and everyone she'd ever been dumb enough to want, she was okay with that. Hell, if she felt too guilty, she could just make npc versions of the people she killed. No where near the same, but damn close enough.

Luckily, it was in that moment that she found a sillouette against the blue of the never ending sky. Did she know who it was? No. Did it matter? No, not really. It was one of the pc's, and that was all that was relevant.

Bad timing, motherfucker. She released the whisper, and she fanned her arms again, this time bringing them before her so thumb met thumb, pointer met pointer, and fire sprung from the gap. Like a stream of firey coins, the fire skirted along the ground toward Javier.

((And that's why Darshe calls it "The Wrath of Freya." when I start getting irritated xD))

This seemed like a typical forest nature trail. The area was filled with vegetation and many different animals, that ran away when they noticed me. Birds flew above, and some stood on branches. There was even a small little nest full of hatch lings that were crying for food. I hesitated as I got closer. It wasn't everyday that I got to see something like this. I don't really live to close to wildlife and nature, but it was always nice to see the real thing. This definitely beat watching some corny documentary on TV just because there was nothing else to watch. Now that I mention it, the closest thing to a wild animal, that I've seen, was nothing but a pancake corpse of some rodent in the middle of my neighborhood street.

The cries for food seemed to be a little over dramatic. It was like these birds must be starving or something I remember hearing that since these birds are newly hatched, they need someone, or something, to chew their food for them. The thought of that was a little unappetizing, but I soon found out that they weren't crying for food. Not too far off was a torrent of what looked like fire. They started to cry more desperately as the stream got closer to them and myself. "What the f---" I was unable to finish my statement, because I had to save those chicks (heh) and myself. Without wasting anymore time, I grabbed on to the nest with both of my hands, and simultaneously leaped out of harms way. Making sure that the nest didn't slam against the ground, I held it over my head safely and let my face slide against the surface of the earth. It seemed like I dodged that attack, until I started to smell something burn. My feet were unusually warm, and I noticed that my boots where actually caught in flame. I started to yelp on the ground even though it didn't hurt.. yet. I placed the nest on the ground and started rolling back and forth, until the fire was put out.

The annoying cries of the hatch lings started to die down, and I stood up before the attacker can make a second move. I started running towards the right, placing the birds on a branch while I ran from a possible counter-attack. I ran almost around the source of the attack, expecting to finally see who it was as I showed myself towards her right. From ten feet away, the first thing I saw was the loud color of her hair. "Uhhh..." I was even more confused to find out that it was a short girl who cast such a vicious attack. This chick must be crazy, why the fuck is she gonna blow shit up without even knowing who she was blowing up! I sighed to myself for a second, and then my stupid expression of confusion faded and now I started looking a little more serious. "What the hell was that for? You almost incinerated a small nest of baby birds. Not to mention me!" Maybe she would calm down a bit after mentioning that, but I had a feeling she was just going to retaliate with another wave of fury.

"Look, I'm not really into fighting much. Actually, let me rephrase that. I'm not really into fighting girls much. I'm assuming you want to get out of this so that you can return home, and I can understand why. But killing me ain't gonna do shit, while you have a bunch of other people waiting to kill you. The best thing, for the both of us, would be to work together."

There was a chance that this could work, but there was also a chance that she'd blow me to bits. If that was the case, then I would have no choice but to fight back. I had no intention of killing her, or even harming her too bad. I was just hoping that she would accept my offer.

((Holy crap there's a post and I missed it for 8 days?!?!?! Oh god, I hope I haven't killed it. >.< ))

Vicious? Yes. Unfair? Not really. As the figure she had aimed toward bounced out of the way, snatching something or other from a tree close to him, she simply watched, eyebrow's falling low over eyes tinged with irritation. As she shifted her weight on to one leg, she shook her hands out, flapping loose bits of remnant energy like water from her fingers until he finally stopped flipping around (as amusing as watching him flee from the flame had been) and actually spoke to her.

He didn't like hitting women, huh? Well, it wasn't exactly a rare statement. For as much as women liked to say that chivalry was dead, it was a quality in abundance as far as this one could tell. It was a large part of the cause that she rarely got along with her own gender. Every time she smacked some guy, they ran away crying like little humiliated bitches, and the real bitches looked on laughing and nodding with approval until they decided to deny it had ever happened.

Infuriating, really. Well... -more- infuriating, to be precise. Dory tapped the toe of her boot against the ground behind her in thought, crossing her arms and glaring at the man before her. Whether the fact was distasteful or not, there was hardly a point in fighting someone that didn't want to fight back. Hell, even if she did hurt him, the most retaliation he would offer would probably be to shake her and call her crazy... or whatever the Redemption equivalent was. God knew it had happened plenty of times in the past. Apparently it really would be a cold day in hell when someone realized that you don't hit someone unless you plan to get hit back.

"You want to -team- -up-?" She shifted in to movement, careful, predatory paces toward his left. It wasn't a horrible idea, except for the whole "Eventually they'd have to fight anyway" thing. Little more than a distraction. Still, a world where the only real people wanted to kill you is a lonely place. She didn't doubt her abilities, of course... even if she didn't had them, her dream body was one that belonged in Redemption, and she had the skills that didn't go with her real one. Too many people had tried to teach them to her, for none of them to stick.

"Give me two good reasons why I shouldn't incinerate you and everything around you, and I'll think about it. I think your classes'll do."

She was considering the offer, which was good. In my opinion my classes really didn't matter. We all seem to be equal to each other, and each of us probably have some overpowered skills so I didn't know why she was asking me that question. Maybe, she just wants to know what I am capable of in order to exploit my weaknesses. I doubt it. I was a Jedi after all, and the Jedi always win. I had no fear so I grinned a bit and puffed out my chest. In one fell swoop, I drew the force sword from my backside and sliced through the tree behind me. The sword remained raised in the air, while the tree shifted and collapsed. I looked up at the sword while it glistened in the sun light, and then looked back at Dory.

"I'm a Jedi."

There wasn't a need to elaborate. Everyone has seen the movie Star Wars, especially everyone on DF. I held the sword up for a bit, and then swung it down so that it was parallel with the ground. The end of the sword was pointing straight at Dory, and I continued to respond. "I guess you're some sort of mage, but elaborate on that." There was a bunch of different mages and it was only one of her classes. I smiled while I waited for a response. I wasn't really worried that she would reject my proposition, no one in the right mind would reject a Jedi. The power of the force was strong with me, and I can tell that she needed someone like me to watch her back.

There are gonna be a shitload of other people out here. The best thing to do would probably choose sides, or else some of us are gonna die in the cross-fire. I would fucking hate to die like that. However, these were the rules that have been made. Fortunately, the rules didn't say anything about alliances. I know it wasn't a very good time to think about the whole situation, but I couldn't resist. Why would we even have to fight each other anyways? Can't we all just hang out and commit suicide or something? A Force sword to the neck would be painless. There had to be some sort of way to cheat the system, a loophole maybe? There was a lot of unanswered questions, and I was determined to find the answers, starting with joining Dory.

She lifted an eyebrow-- or more, lifted both eyebrows, as one rarely managed to lift without the other-- skeptically as the PC made his proclaimation of being a jedi. She might have laughed outright at the force sword, had she not already well been beyond the point of anger where laughing was an option. As it was, she simply watched the display with calculating distaste. The man was proving to be more of a nuisance than she had expected. God, if only she didn't have morals...

And was he-- she noted that the weapon was pointed at her-- was he -threatening- her? After pointing out that he didn't like hitting women? Oh this was rich.

She rolled her eyes. Annoying as the situation was, there was no point in making it more difficult. Shaking her head, she stopped moving, and drew herself to her full height as she crossed her arms over her chest, letting her breath out in a smooth, even hiss.

When she drew the breath back in, she spoke, head tilting to the side as she stared at the figure as though he were but a child. "Elemental psychic." She answered curtly, and shook her head, swallowing her anger, and spinning around. If he wanted to attack her, he could feel free. It wasn't as though the fact that her back was to him meant that she was off her guard.

"If you're going to follow me, you'd better hurry. I'm not planning on dragging this out any longer." She started walking, back the direction he had come.