01-30-2018, 07:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-31-2018, 10:04 PM by Morene Fellon.
Edit Reason: Missed the portion of Eb's post describing how we were fighting in a storage-type basement she was taken to and not the garrison's library.
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Finally, Morene Fellon found herself standing with no hostiles in sight, whether it be skeletal warriors or stray lightning bolts. At least, whatever she could see, considering the woman was still in the dead center of a dark, damp basement of a barely tactically advantageous garrison with an obvious low amount of staff. All that was visible in her cone of vision now was Ebony Hellscythe and Summer lying terribly uncomfortably on the floor, the boy clutching onto Ebony's exhausted body.
Wasting no time at all, the huntress jogged over to the two young warriors, picking them up and slinging them over her back as slowly as she could without compromising the intensity of her focus. That focus was soon directed to Morene's sense of hearing; the woman turned so stiff in motion that she could have been mistaken for an android scanning it's surroundings. Mentally, this was true; there wasn't a better indicator of demonic presence than sound.
If you are fortunate enough to hear said sounds, anyways. After a minute of waiting, Morene gently walked over to the stairs of the basement in which she followed Summer, taking careful steps in order to prevent tripping over some broken bones, or just a dimly lit set of stairs. Still, it didn't take long for the woman to see light coming from the hole where a basement door used to be, eventually walking herself straight into the library that was not in any better condition. The back of the library was still dark and empty, but looking forward, Summer's spells seemed to have had quite the collateral damage. Finding now to be a good time to assess the situation, Morene placed the two Primes down from her shoulders and onto the slightly less cold and uncomfortable floor she stood.
Looking over the two children resting in exhaustion, Morene Fellon took a knee before them, taking a few more deep breaths and calming her lungs to a state of relaxation. Pressing the button upon her gorget to collapse her helmet at her back, the huntress wiped a noticeable amount of sweat from her brow, taking in the scene around her. Or, whatever was left of said scene anyways.
Taking a passing glance across the library the three Liberators had just ruined, Morene winced at the thought of any Koopa, let alone King Bowser himself, knowing what had happened the past five minutes or so. The woman had guessed all of the soldiers were out clearing off the remaining Darklings, or this library truly accomplished it's place of silence through superior soundproofing. Either way, the knight-errant gulped at the thought of any and all relations with Bowser being destroyed, so her next course of action would obviously be to leave.
Quickly. Not looking back. Of course, also denying anything to do with the entire room and the shelves upon shelves of books being absolutely charred, shattered or burned to a crisp.
A moment of silence. Morene shook her head, realizing the safety of the now barely moving Primes before her were much more important than whatever she was thinking of a mere moment ago.
Still, she thought, her mind in a buzz, who in their right mind would place a summoning tome in a garrison's library?! As Morene leaned over to carry her two allies to safety as she did beforehand, the woman's eyes widened realizing the book before noted was... gone. Completely gone, on what she suspected to be Summer's behalf, thankfully. As much as the woman wanted to complain about the placement of the book, or on the other hand be grateful that Summer himself was here to assist in completely disintegrating it, the knight-errant realized she had much more important things to deal with at the moment. Slowly looking over at the door she crashed open previously, one problem was that it seemed to be frozen shut.
Quickly and quietly stepping over ashen bones and burning chips of wood, the huntress made her way to the doors, spending no time at all taking her poleaxe from her pool of Omnilium. Gripping it with furious intent, Morene flipped the polearm over to it's hammerhead side, smashing into the ice that sealed the gates shut.
A violent BANG was heard from all around the room, Morene herself making sure to check and see if it had woken any of the two Primes up. Upon realizing it didn't, she continued to bash against the door, the creaking of snapping ice signaling to the woman that her mindless destruction of even more property was working out for her.
Ice falling upon her large pauldrons, Morene took that as a visual cue to finally kick the door, grab her allies, and run back to her temporary room until things settled down. At that point, perhaps then she could manage a silent leave without getting pinned for destroying an entire library belonging to what seemed to be a professional military.
So she followed through with the plan, except upon kicking said doors, the huntress' eyes went wide in slight embarrassment as one of the hinges broke straight off, shattering like glass upon hitting the floor. Worse yet, the echo it made when the noise finally made it into the hallways of the undermost part of the garrison was painfully noticeable by anybody with a decent set of ears. Clenching her teeth, the power armored woman turned around very carefully.
...Forsooth, she thought, storming over to gently pick up both Summer and Ebony; time to make my leave...
Once more, the extra weight added on from both of the children were next to nothing for the woman, making it easy for her to tiptoe her way out in her comically large armor, awkwardly glancing over every corner on the way back to make sure absolutely nobody would ask what had happened just then. Surprisingly enough, there wasn't anybody to oppose that plan, intentional or not. Seems that library was in fact made of sterner stuff. Was, that is, before it was turned into a literal of absolute gigantic proportions.
Taking care to balance each of the Primes within her arms, Morene swiftly remembered the way back to her room, the corridors getting smaller and smaller the more she walked forward into the fortification's interior. Eventually, Morene found herself finally in her dimly lit place of staying.
All that followed thereafter was a sigh and a realization that there was still no rest for her.
A quick yelp.
Morene jolted in her chair. It took her a moment to remember that indeed, she was sitting in a chair. Her pupils adjusted to the darkness around her, the faint candlelight on the arrowslit of the wall beside them assisting in such. The huntress' mind was at slight ease realizing the yelp from a second ago belonged to the voice of Ebony Hellscythe.
"Wh-...wh-..." the scythe user whined in confusion, tears already welling up in her eyes as she rubbed them, either out of stress or tiredness. The huntress previously sound asleep outstretched her hand, resting it on the girl's shoulder. The woman could feel the girl jump at her sudden touch, only to loosen up slightly realizing who exactly was there.
Quickly, silence fell among the two. Morene opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped almost immediately by Ebony's eyes widening in shock.
"Where's... he? S-Summer--" the girl attempted to mutter out, taking quick and panicked glances around the room as she looked for him, almost as if she had lost her wallet. Again, she jumped in surprise to look behind her, feeling the pressure of another body on top of what she was sitting on; a bed. More importantly to her, a bed she was currently sharing with the boy that had a hand in saving her life. If those monsters even were going for her life, that is...
Shaking her head in more intense confusion, Ebony cupped her mouth with both of her hands, looking onto her friend's body with still very visible wounds, even masked by the darkness of the room they were currently recovering in. Their caretaker sighed again.
"Sorry," Morene groaned, "there was only a single bed."
"N-no!" Ebony cried, almost pouncing on Morene's Cerantium alloy cuirass to grab at her already undivided attention, continuing with haste, "is h-he hurt?!" The woman answered honestly, holding the girl in place in an attempt to calm her down.
"Verily, but he'll live."
The magical girl groaned in pained frustration, looking down at Summer's heavily injured skin and shakily getting off the bed he was resting on. Slowly, Ebony lowered herself to the floor, wanting to sob again after feeling a weird sensation in her chest. She wanted to go home so badly, and none of this was helping. Still, Morene couldn't bear to hear the child cry again.
Feeling the touch of the huntresses cold gauntlets under her armpits, Ebony was slowly pulled up; her rather short body soon rising above the floor slightly. As Morene picked Ebony upright, the woman placed the girl onto her largely armored lap, which was... rather discomforting at first, but after the initial surprise, calmed the teenager down.
Somewhat, anyways.
Wasting no time at all, the huntress jogged over to the two young warriors, picking them up and slinging them over her back as slowly as she could without compromising the intensity of her focus. That focus was soon directed to Morene's sense of hearing; the woman turned so stiff in motion that she could have been mistaken for an android scanning it's surroundings. Mentally, this was true; there wasn't a better indicator of demonic presence than sound.
If you are fortunate enough to hear said sounds, anyways. After a minute of waiting, Morene gently walked over to the stairs of the basement in which she followed Summer, taking careful steps in order to prevent tripping over some broken bones, or just a dimly lit set of stairs. Still, it didn't take long for the woman to see light coming from the hole where a basement door used to be, eventually walking herself straight into the library that was not in any better condition. The back of the library was still dark and empty, but looking forward, Summer's spells seemed to have had quite the collateral damage. Finding now to be a good time to assess the situation, Morene placed the two Primes down from her shoulders and onto the slightly less cold and uncomfortable floor she stood.
Looking over the two children resting in exhaustion, Morene Fellon took a knee before them, taking a few more deep breaths and calming her lungs to a state of relaxation. Pressing the button upon her gorget to collapse her helmet at her back, the huntress wiped a noticeable amount of sweat from her brow, taking in the scene around her. Or, whatever was left of said scene anyways.
Taking a passing glance across the library the three Liberators had just ruined, Morene winced at the thought of any Koopa, let alone King Bowser himself, knowing what had happened the past five minutes or so. The woman had guessed all of the soldiers were out clearing off the remaining Darklings, or this library truly accomplished it's place of silence through superior soundproofing. Either way, the knight-errant gulped at the thought of any and all relations with Bowser being destroyed, so her next course of action would obviously be to leave.
Quickly. Not looking back. Of course, also denying anything to do with the entire room and the shelves upon shelves of books being absolutely charred, shattered or burned to a crisp.
A moment of silence. Morene shook her head, realizing the safety of the now barely moving Primes before her were much more important than whatever she was thinking of a mere moment ago.
Still, she thought, her mind in a buzz, who in their right mind would place a summoning tome in a garrison's library?! As Morene leaned over to carry her two allies to safety as she did beforehand, the woman's eyes widened realizing the book before noted was... gone. Completely gone, on what she suspected to be Summer's behalf, thankfully. As much as the woman wanted to complain about the placement of the book, or on the other hand be grateful that Summer himself was here to assist in completely disintegrating it, the knight-errant realized she had much more important things to deal with at the moment. Slowly looking over at the door she crashed open previously, one problem was that it seemed to be frozen shut.
Quickly and quietly stepping over ashen bones and burning chips of wood, the huntress made her way to the doors, spending no time at all taking her poleaxe from her pool of Omnilium. Gripping it with furious intent, Morene flipped the polearm over to it's hammerhead side, smashing into the ice that sealed the gates shut.
A violent BANG was heard from all around the room, Morene herself making sure to check and see if it had woken any of the two Primes up. Upon realizing it didn't, she continued to bash against the door, the creaking of snapping ice signaling to the woman that her mindless destruction of even more property was working out for her.
Ice falling upon her large pauldrons, Morene took that as a visual cue to finally kick the door, grab her allies, and run back to her temporary room until things settled down. At that point, perhaps then she could manage a silent leave without getting pinned for destroying an entire library belonging to what seemed to be a professional military.
So she followed through with the plan, except upon kicking said doors, the huntress' eyes went wide in slight embarrassment as one of the hinges broke straight off, shattering like glass upon hitting the floor. Worse yet, the echo it made when the noise finally made it into the hallways of the undermost part of the garrison was painfully noticeable by anybody with a decent set of ears. Clenching her teeth, the power armored woman turned around very carefully.
...Forsooth, she thought, storming over to gently pick up both Summer and Ebony; time to make my leave...
Once more, the extra weight added on from both of the children were next to nothing for the woman, making it easy for her to tiptoe her way out in her comically large armor, awkwardly glancing over every corner on the way back to make sure absolutely nobody would ask what had happened just then. Surprisingly enough, there wasn't anybody to oppose that plan, intentional or not. Seems that library was in fact made of sterner stuff. Was, that is, before it was turned into a literal of absolute gigantic proportions.
Taking care to balance each of the Primes within her arms, Morene swiftly remembered the way back to her room, the corridors getting smaller and smaller the more she walked forward into the fortification's interior. Eventually, Morene found herself finally in her dimly lit place of staying.
All that followed thereafter was a sigh and a realization that there was still no rest for her.
A quick yelp.
Morene jolted in her chair. It took her a moment to remember that indeed, she was sitting in a chair. Her pupils adjusted to the darkness around her, the faint candlelight on the arrowslit of the wall beside them assisting in such. The huntress' mind was at slight ease realizing the yelp from a second ago belonged to the voice of Ebony Hellscythe.
"Wh-...wh-..." the scythe user whined in confusion, tears already welling up in her eyes as she rubbed them, either out of stress or tiredness. The huntress previously sound asleep outstretched her hand, resting it on the girl's shoulder. The woman could feel the girl jump at her sudden touch, only to loosen up slightly realizing who exactly was there.
Quickly, silence fell among the two. Morene opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped almost immediately by Ebony's eyes widening in shock.
"Where's... he? S-Summer--" the girl attempted to mutter out, taking quick and panicked glances around the room as she looked for him, almost as if she had lost her wallet. Again, she jumped in surprise to look behind her, feeling the pressure of another body on top of what she was sitting on; a bed. More importantly to her, a bed she was currently sharing with the boy that had a hand in saving her life. If those monsters even were going for her life, that is...
Shaking her head in more intense confusion, Ebony cupped her mouth with both of her hands, looking onto her friend's body with still very visible wounds, even masked by the darkness of the room they were currently recovering in. Their caretaker sighed again.
"Sorry," Morene groaned, "there was only a single bed."
"N-no!" Ebony cried, almost pouncing on Morene's Cerantium alloy cuirass to grab at her already undivided attention, continuing with haste, "is h-he hurt?!" The woman answered honestly, holding the girl in place in an attempt to calm her down.
"Verily, but he'll live."
The magical girl groaned in pained frustration, looking down at Summer's heavily injured skin and shakily getting off the bed he was resting on. Slowly, Ebony lowered herself to the floor, wanting to sob again after feeling a weird sensation in her chest. She wanted to go home so badly, and none of this was helping. Still, Morene couldn't bear to hear the child cry again.
Feeling the touch of the huntresses cold gauntlets under her armpits, Ebony was slowly pulled up; her rather short body soon rising above the floor slightly. As Morene picked Ebony upright, the woman placed the girl onto her largely armored lap, which was... rather discomforting at first, but after the initial surprise, calmed the teenager down.
Somewhat, anyways.