05-01-2018, 06:13 PM
Shantotto chuckled at the swordsman's rhyme. She had looked over his recreation of her stardust rod and she had found herself impressed, it was a perfect replica of her relic weapon. This Serraph was proving to be an interesting specimen, still he was right, ravaging flames could do far more harm than a cold night ever could. She turned her attention from the copycat Stardust rod and back at the task she had been assigned. Even now the starry night sky was being hazed over by putrid black smoke originating from the orange glow in the distance. Even with her slower than normal gait Shantotto could see how rapidly the pair was closing distance to the source of the smoke.
Much to Shantotto's surprise the plant was nothing more than rubble. the flames the duo had seen were mere pockets of flames that would die out with time. The acrid smoke they had seen was merely the result of scattered embers slowly burning themselves out. a sigh of frustration escaped the small mages lips as her hands went to her sides as she considered the devastation before her.
The smell of cooked meat was predominant as she looked around the smoldering remains of the plant. twisted and jagged fragments of metal pipes were strewn about, some implanted deep into the stonework remains of the building
Shantotto's light brown eyes saw the mangled forms of human bodies strewn about, some still moving, most charred black, flesh cracked exposing the bright red of the flesh underneath.
The frown on Shantotto's face was clear even in the dark of night. Those that were still moving we're moaning out in agony, her eyes glanced downwards at the first of the many. “The nature of this explosion is as plain as day, tell me boy do you have anything left to say?” The mangled charred body coughed violently and went quiet apart from the sound of harried breathing he made no sound.
“Very well, I shall speed you on your journey to heaven or hell.” and with that Shantotto’ eyes glowed ever so slightly as she began to channel her magics, in an instant a pillar of flame erupted up from the mangled body and in a matter of seconds when the pillar subsided only a pile of ash remained.
“Tarry not, for there is much work to do, we probably should get at a start…. by ending the suffering of those that took part.” Truth be told she didn't know if these people had been the cause of the fire but, given the lack of uniform and similar distinguishing characteristics it was a safe assumption, at least in her eyes. There was a pained look in her eyes as she prepared to cremate the barely living bodies. Despite her cast knowledge of medicine she knew that these people were beyond any other form of help than the one she was currently administering.
Serraph had already taken out his long thin sword and brandished it gracefully as he walked to the first of his patients, delivering a swift thrust to the base of the neck of the blackened body, Shantotto knew such a strike effectively severed the spinal cord, ceasing all bodily function, it was efficient and pain free. The arrancar kept quiet for this seeming to not relish in the task.
It was tiring work for the small mage who finished the incineration of the dead bodies, for those that were still alive, the doctor had already assessed that their conditions were not life threatening, or could be treated with a little magic.
Shantotto wished she had a form of communicator to call for transport for the injured to the hospital. Almost as if he was on the same wavelength Seraph had pulled out a small journal and was looking to Shantotto “May I borrow your quill?” He asked quietly, remembering how she had used the feather hidden in the notebook of her own. She pulled out her small journal which automatically grew to full size before the Arrancar’s eyes. She pulled the small feather out from the binding and dipped it into the hidden inkwell before handing it up to the taller swordsman who smelt of paper. He smiled in a telling manner as he examined the simple feather, its dark grey and burgundy coloration was unseen to his eyes before. Taking her quill he slowly wrote into the journal he had produced. “They shall be treated as soon as possible.” Serraph said matter of factly as he handed her the quill back, his eyes displaying a small appreciation for her reverence of the feather.
He paused for a moment as he gazed around the pair, a small crowd of people had formed, drawn by the light and sound of Shantotto’s flashy magic.
“What are they doing?” “Who are they?” “Did they kill those men?” “Why are they killing them, instead of helping them.” the masses began to mumble amongst themselves, casting angry and confused glances at the pair as they moved each body, still moving or at least those that were able to be treated by the advanced hospital facilities in Nippur.
The tarutaru black mage paid no heed to the whispers in the dark, rather continued her task as she pulled her journal out once more and began to sketch the floorplan of the plant, taking care to mark down points where the blast seemed to originate. Showing her quick doodles to the swordsman beside her she began to explain. “If you examine the highlighted parts, I am sure you can determine the location of the explosives hearts.” She said as she waited for Serraph to finish examining her drawing before tucking her sacred journal away.
Serraph was surprised by the reverence she showed the book, His hunger for information and knowledge left him with a lot of the same reverence for the ink words on each sheet of paper. Besides that He noticed she had pinpointed the blast points quite well if not exactly. “Impressive.” He said quietly, noticing the sun was beginning to make its ascent into the sky in the distance.
Serraph withdrew his orb of Omnillium while watching shantotto remove the broken fragments of twisted metal and stone. “Tell me little one do you have any recommendations?” He asked her as she finished clearing the floorspace with a sift gust of wind followed by a violent burst of flame that reduced the majority of damaged things to ash and molten metal.
Shantotto didn't say anything more opting to take a moment to catch her breath, her lungs were pained from having to use the amount of magic she had been forced to use up to this point. Prior to her venture in the omniverse, this usage of her magical talents would have left her no more than slightly winded, but for now she was forced to endure.
With the spreading flames gathering power both Serraph and shantotto knew they couldn't spend any additional time on menial tasks. “Might I take a moment to suggest a new course of action? I can douse the flames with my magic but can you handle the reconstruction without distraction?.” She called out without waiting for a reply as she waddled off towards the closest wall of flame.
Much to Shantotto's surprise the plant was nothing more than rubble. the flames the duo had seen were mere pockets of flames that would die out with time. The acrid smoke they had seen was merely the result of scattered embers slowly burning themselves out. a sigh of frustration escaped the small mages lips as her hands went to her sides as she considered the devastation before her.
The smell of cooked meat was predominant as she looked around the smoldering remains of the plant. twisted and jagged fragments of metal pipes were strewn about, some implanted deep into the stonework remains of the building
Shantotto's light brown eyes saw the mangled forms of human bodies strewn about, some still moving, most charred black, flesh cracked exposing the bright red of the flesh underneath.
The frown on Shantotto's face was clear even in the dark of night. Those that were still moving we're moaning out in agony, her eyes glanced downwards at the first of the many. “The nature of this explosion is as plain as day, tell me boy do you have anything left to say?” The mangled charred body coughed violently and went quiet apart from the sound of harried breathing he made no sound.
“Very well, I shall speed you on your journey to heaven or hell.” and with that Shantotto’ eyes glowed ever so slightly as she began to channel her magics, in an instant a pillar of flame erupted up from the mangled body and in a matter of seconds when the pillar subsided only a pile of ash remained.
“Tarry not, for there is much work to do, we probably should get at a start…. by ending the suffering of those that took part.” Truth be told she didn't know if these people had been the cause of the fire but, given the lack of uniform and similar distinguishing characteristics it was a safe assumption, at least in her eyes. There was a pained look in her eyes as she prepared to cremate the barely living bodies. Despite her cast knowledge of medicine she knew that these people were beyond any other form of help than the one she was currently administering.
Serraph had already taken out his long thin sword and brandished it gracefully as he walked to the first of his patients, delivering a swift thrust to the base of the neck of the blackened body, Shantotto knew such a strike effectively severed the spinal cord, ceasing all bodily function, it was efficient and pain free. The arrancar kept quiet for this seeming to not relish in the task.
It was tiring work for the small mage who finished the incineration of the dead bodies, for those that were still alive, the doctor had already assessed that their conditions were not life threatening, or could be treated with a little magic.
Shantotto wished she had a form of communicator to call for transport for the injured to the hospital. Almost as if he was on the same wavelength Seraph had pulled out a small journal and was looking to Shantotto “May I borrow your quill?” He asked quietly, remembering how she had used the feather hidden in the notebook of her own. She pulled out her small journal which automatically grew to full size before the Arrancar’s eyes. She pulled the small feather out from the binding and dipped it into the hidden inkwell before handing it up to the taller swordsman who smelt of paper. He smiled in a telling manner as he examined the simple feather, its dark grey and burgundy coloration was unseen to his eyes before. Taking her quill he slowly wrote into the journal he had produced. “They shall be treated as soon as possible.” Serraph said matter of factly as he handed her the quill back, his eyes displaying a small appreciation for her reverence of the feather.
He paused for a moment as he gazed around the pair, a small crowd of people had formed, drawn by the light and sound of Shantotto’s flashy magic.
“What are they doing?” “Who are they?” “Did they kill those men?” “Why are they killing them, instead of helping them.” the masses began to mumble amongst themselves, casting angry and confused glances at the pair as they moved each body, still moving or at least those that were able to be treated by the advanced hospital facilities in Nippur.
The tarutaru black mage paid no heed to the whispers in the dark, rather continued her task as she pulled her journal out once more and began to sketch the floorplan of the plant, taking care to mark down points where the blast seemed to originate. Showing her quick doodles to the swordsman beside her she began to explain. “If you examine the highlighted parts, I am sure you can determine the location of the explosives hearts.” She said as she waited for Serraph to finish examining her drawing before tucking her sacred journal away.
Serraph was surprised by the reverence she showed the book, His hunger for information and knowledge left him with a lot of the same reverence for the ink words on each sheet of paper. Besides that He noticed she had pinpointed the blast points quite well if not exactly. “Impressive.” He said quietly, noticing the sun was beginning to make its ascent into the sky in the distance.
Serraph withdrew his orb of Omnillium while watching shantotto remove the broken fragments of twisted metal and stone. “Tell me little one do you have any recommendations?” He asked her as she finished clearing the floorspace with a sift gust of wind followed by a violent burst of flame that reduced the majority of damaged things to ash and molten metal.
Shantotto didn't say anything more opting to take a moment to catch her breath, her lungs were pained from having to use the amount of magic she had been forced to use up to this point. Prior to her venture in the omniverse, this usage of her magical talents would have left her no more than slightly winded, but for now she was forced to endure.
With the spreading flames gathering power both Serraph and shantotto knew they couldn't spend any additional time on menial tasks. “Might I take a moment to suggest a new course of action? I can douse the flames with my magic but can you handle the reconstruction without distraction?.” She called out without waiting for a reply as she waddled off towards the closest wall of flame.