this is an open log

[miscreant]

Date & Time: January 20th to January 31st
Location: See prompts!
Characters: Seviilia and YOU
Summary: Catch all log for cr
Warnings: Most likely none, will edit

Exsilium

[It was rare that Seviilia ventured into the local population on her own, but recent visits had convinced her that she needed something more respectable than a hole in the side of a rock formation. Her carpentry skills were minimal, but enough that she could put a roof over her head with some time. She would make no plans to house herself with other transports, so this would have to do.

Even with the hologram, the death knight seems to stand out in the crowd of bundled natives. She has no weapons visible, and she hides beneath a heavy white cloak, jet black hair held back out of stormy grey eyes with a silver bangle in a short ponytail over one shoulder. Her ears, no longer long and dead, remain pierced along the cartilage with the same earrings she owned in death, the most spectacular of them being a gold ring with a purple gem set inside of it. If anyone happens to catch her hand moving out of her cloak, they might spot light (but familiar) scarification across her hands and up her arms before it disappears into a white sleeve at her elbow.

A few natives recoil when she moves to exchange items for things like nails and tools, but she doesn't linger long afterwards. Occasionally, she might look up and glare when someone slips passed her just a bit too close, but Seviilia is very obviously in a hurry.

Everyone is pressed too closely for her liking.]

Cave

[Seviilia is spending the evening with a fire as she sorts her tools, making her a bit easier to find amongst the incredibly white landscape. There is already the start of a foundation built, along with a large pile of fresh lumber and logs that she had gathered. She appears to be taking a break from her work to finish skinning a few no-longer-recognizable animals with the knife given to her by Chloe.

She does not appear to be paying much attention to her surroundings.]

Forest

[Anyone unfortunate enough to be in the forest may hear (or feel) the collapsing of trees as Seviilia goes about her business of collecting large logs for her project. Or, perhaps they might catch her hiking across the tundra, pulling a makeshift sled with a few logs piled atop one another.]

Wildcard

[Got your own? Hit me]

Comments

[irritating]

Yeah, and what the fuck else are you then? A psychopath? A murderous fuckface? A cockmongling monkey?

[ The only direction she moves in when Seviilia comes closer is forward - she's not afraid, she's not backing off, and she sure as shit isn't about to give any indications to the opposite.

She sneers and opens her mouth to bark some more bullshit once she's almost close enough to do it right up in her face, but she's very quickly and abruptly cut off by the ice magic happening underneath her feet instead. It's unexpected enough to throw her off balance for a moment, but her reflexes are quick enough for her to be able to catch herself before any spectacular wipe out happens. Still, she's just about forced down to one knee anyway - although it's incredibly short lived. That act of magic wasn't a direct attack, no, but it and Seviilia's verbal push is all Apollo needs to switch back into a brawler.

With another hiss she's moving forward again, shifting off of the ice and launching herself towards the elf as she quickly regains her footing and closes what little distance she had yet to gain, fully intending a body check using the entirety of her weight. ]

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[Seviilia catches Apollo's shoulder with a maddened grin, nails seeking to dig into whatever flesh she can find. It takes an incredible amount of self restraint not to pump disease into the other woman's veins. She skids just a bit with the force of the hit, but its not enough to unbalance her.]

Strange language. However, I am certain there are some who would agree with your preliminary assessments.

[Because she has no idea what cockgobbling means. Seviilia digs in her heels and tries to grab for Apollo's side to toss her away. If successful, one rime-coated chain will burst from the ground in an attempt to bind her in place by her wrist.]

You are brave, if not reckless. I like that.

[irritating]

[ The only reaction Apollo gives to the nails digging into her shoulder is a quick, displeased noise. But it's brief, and honestly it sounds like it's prompted more by annoyance than actual pain. ]

Pretty fuckin' sure it'd be more than some.

[ Before she gets the chance to try dislodging those damn nails from flesh, Seviilia's already trying to toss her away. She manages to get Apollo shoved back, but it isn't an easy process - there isn't a second where the gryp isn't belligerently fighting literally everything, and the only reason she's not immediately upon her again is because of that damn chain. It, like the ice magic, catches her off guard and snags her wrist, but the second it does Apollo's fighting that too, stomping her foot down on the metal with her foot as she tries to pry it off with her free hand; resistant, annoyed and determined. ]

Oh well good, 'cause your approval's exactly what I came all the fuckin' way out here for.

[miscreant]

Truly? Oh precious, you did not have to do that. Quite a long journey even by air, I am sure.

[Her eyes slide to the woman's damaged wing. A dig? Maybe. Seviilia takes a moment to inspect the blood on her nails with interest.]

My approval is much preferable to my ire.

[With enough effort, the chain will break free from its anchor in the ground, at which point her soulless eyes will focus on her again.]

Tell me...who is he to you? A friend? Brother? Lover perhaps?

[irritating]

Does it fuckin' look like I flew here?

[ Even without the damaged wing Apollo has never been able to fly; she's a hybrid with too much human in her for that. The flightless nature of both wings and the damage to the left are no longer tender spots for her, though, and her answer comes out as a snarl only because she's already agitated. ]

And does it look like we're related, Gods above and below, are you just fuckin' blind? And-- a lover, a lover. [ Good god, the idea of that is so genuinely stupid to her that she can't help but laugh at it. ] No, you fuck, he's my friend.

[miscreant]

Isn't that sweet.

[She doesn't address the rest of what Apollo says. After rubbing the pads of her fingers together to dry the blood there, she lets her hand fall. Seviilia sighs gently and calls two more chains from the ground, which will try and clamp around her neck and her other wrist, seeking to pull her to her knees.

Seviilia starts to saunter closer again, pulling her lips into a large predatory grin.]

You should have brought him along. I would have very much loved to have seen him again.

[irritating]

[ It's somewhere around the word "sweet" that Apollo decides fuck this, pulls one of her twin pistols from the holster and shoots the damn thing attached to her wrist. There's no time for her to attempt another attack on Seviilia after it breaks though, since she's quite suddenly forced to deal with new chains immediately after instead.

She's certainly a quick one and her reflexes and instincts are good - but they're only good enough for her to avoid being brought completely to her knees, and not good enough to keep her from getting immobilized in another way. The chain that tries to clamp around her neck succeeds, but only with her free hand between it and her throat to act as at least a bit of a buffer. The one going for her wrist succeeds as well, but she's fighting it and slowly but surely the gun in that hand is getting closer to taking aim at Seviilia. ]

Yeah, I'm sure you would. But apparently on top of bein' fuck stupid and blind as a bat, you're deaf as shit too, 'cause I already told you to stay the fuck away from him. Kinda the whole fuckin' reason I'm here, remember, you dipshit?

[ Yup, that all sure is snarled as if she isn't being held in place by chains right now. ]

[miscreant]

[She continues her approach, focusing on the crunch of her boots against the snow instead of Apollo's pulse angrily drumming in her ears. The grin gives way for nothing, and once she reaches the other woman, she will take the opportunity to tuck a lock of fiery red hair behind her ears. That's about the point she notices her differently colored eyes, ears perking upward as she tries to reach for her chin in order to better adjust how Apollo is looking at her -- not unlike a judge admiring a show animal.]

You are wasting your efforts here and putting yourself in danger for someone who isn't smart enough to keep themselves out of it on their own.

[There is some point in between the exchange the she focuses on Apollo herself instead of just her eyes, one eyebrow raising.]

You are quite strong for a human -- assuming that is what you are. Why waste your potential on others?

[irritating]

[ Apollo isn't exactly in a position to fight back when the elf tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, but she sure is hissing (quite literally like an angry cat) when it happens anyway. And when Seviilia reaches out to adjust her chin, Apollo's teeth go so far as to take a snap at her fingers, going for a bite that's more warning than attack. She has no intentions of holding on for long should she catch the fingers with her teeth, but it's indication enough that she's willing to use every last available tactic she has. ]

I'll fuckin' deal with him later, right now I'm dealin' with you.

[ Again she speaks like she isn't restrained. Which she soon won't be, as far as she's concerned. ]

Mostly and fuck you, I ain't wastin' anythin'.

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Is that what you call it?

[The bite doesn't go unpunished. Seviilia doesn't recoil when the bite lands, but once Apollo is kind enough to release her, she'll get flicked in the face for her trouble.]

Do you think he is grateful that you are potentially running toward your death for him? I can almost promise you that is not the case.

[irritating]

[ The flick to the face just serves to annoy her, although there's apparently something hilarious about what Seviilia's said because it's very quickly getting a laugh out of the redhead. ]

Fuckin' please, bitch, I can fully promise you that's not gonna be the case.

[ She's not going to explain that or herself though; she's had quite enough of the chains at this point so she's going to occupy herself with fixing that instead. As much as she'd like to avoid potentially being choked out here, she has to pick her battles, so she chooses to pull her hand from between the chain and her neck, grab the second pistol at her hip, and fire two rounds. The first shot goes to the chain connected to her neck in an attempt to reduce the window of any possible choking, although the second shot to the chain at her wrist comes in such rapid succession afterwards that it may not have even mattered much. Both shots land precisely on their mark and subsequently set Apollo free in what could be described as one, fluid motion. There's only one delay in her movements and it's only by a few seconds as she readjusts her newly freed hand: a third shot that comes from her first gun, aimed very deliberately at Seviilia's shoulder, in the same location that Apollo's still bleeding from the scratches on her own shoulder. ]

[miscreant]

[Seviilia had been waiting for Apollo to reach for her pistols. However, rather than try to stop her or dodge the bullet, Seviilia takes the shot and the recoil that comes with it. She stumbles and claps a hand over the wound with a hiss that warps into a throaty chuckle.

It takes some effort, but eventually two fingers will pry the bullet out of her shoulder. She drops the bullet and let's the blood slowly bubble out of the hole, slugging its way down her shirt like black jelly.]

You just do not know when to quit, do you?

[She doesn't waste energy healing this hole, and her chuckle dissolves into aggravation. She breaks into a dash, too fast for someone so bulky, and seeks to snap her bloody hand around her throat, squeezing with enough force to crush her windpipe with enough time offered.]

I have had just about enough of your interruption.

[She reaches for a wrist with her other hand and starts to twist with the intent of breaking it.]

[irritating]

[ In Apollo's experience, someone chuckling over being shot is never a good sign. So she keeps the pistol in her right hand trained on Seviilia the entire time, watching, waiting, and mindful of both her opponent and her surroundings. She's alert, morbidly curious and maybe a little (or more than a little) concerned over how the elf just sort of rips the damn bullet out; but still there is a distinct lack of real fear. ]

Quittin' ain't exactly my thing, no.

[ She isn't expecting that kind of speed from someone of that build, but her thought process is quick enough and her knowledge of her own arsenal is intimate enough that she can react accordingly. The right gun is holstered, the left is fired twice in an attempt to slow her down since it's designed to have a heavier shot than it's counterpart, but it isn't enough - the elf reaches her, and Apollo's forced to move. The first hand she just barely avoids, for now, but the second catches her wrist and despite her best attempts to move with the twist to reduce the damage, that tactic falls short as well. ]

Fuck, fuckfuckfuck-- [ She knows the sound and feeling of broken all too well at this point in her life and career, but hell if it stops her from fighting. She's forced to drop the pistol she still has in that hand, but the other hand is still functional and free, so she yanks a dagger from her clothes and tries to plunge it into Seviilia's wrist in order to attempt getting her to release her. ]

[miscreant]

[The extra shots that catch her are left in their respective holes this time. She will tend to them later. For now, Apollo needs to be dealt with before she chops a limb. The last thing she needs is to have to reattach her hand without her rune circuit to assist in the healing process.

Having missed her neck with her extra hand, Seviilia catches the movement of the dagger, and instead catches that wrist. Simultaneously, she releases the wrist she had managed to break, and begins to squeeze the one holding the knife threateningly.]

You would best be served equipping yourself with better survival instincts.

[She's getting too invested in this fight -- she can feel it, she can smell the blood beginning to swell in Apollo's broken wrist, and it halts her bonecrushing grip on the healthy hand. Instead, Seviilia begins to channel a shadow spell in an attempt to asphyxiate her. If she can't get her to run away, then she will just try and force her to pass out.

Any more of this brawling, and she would surely lose control.]

[irritating]

[ With both of her wrists held in place and one of them broken already, Apollo's immediate reaction is to hiss angrily in her face. Seviilia hasn't exactly shown herself to be deterred by her noises, but it's more instinct than anything, and Apollo is determined to be belligerent until the very end. ]

My survival instincts are just fine.

[ They absolutely aren't in this context, though. There's a brief moment of relief when Seviilia stops trying to break her other wrist and it's enough for Apollo to attempt a quick, solid kick to anywhere she can connect her foot to the elf's body, but whether or not it even hits quickly becomes irrelevant. This isn't the first time she's pissed someone off enough to get some sort of choking spell sent her way, but she still doesn't know how the hell to deal with it; so naturally it almost immediately draws all of her attention away from hitting Seviilia. ]

Fuck your magic and fuck you, you miserable piece of gaauugh-- [ Her anger is overriding any sense of fearful panic, but it isn't hard to tell she has literally no defense against the shadow magic. She claws at her neck and curses in English and Azizan alike when she achieves nothing, her little wings flapping frantically with her as she writhes and tries to fight something she doesn't understand. ]

[miscreant]

[The struggle fuels her, and Seviilia actively wrestles with herself not to finish the job. Her grip tightens to block the oxygen flow, just long enough to force her to lose consciousness before letting the spell drop and vanish sinisterly into the air.

Only once Apollo has passed out will she let her shoulders sag and her eyes close, one hand moving to message her skull. Her breathing, a force of habit by now, deepens and slows. She couldn't do this forever. The next traveler might not be quite as lucky.

She doesn't bother to pick Apollo up and carry her to safety. It almost might appear as if she was attacked by a wild animal if she just leaves her there...so she will, and hope someone (or something) will find her by the morning without disrupting her.]