05-17-2020, 09:56 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]"Arashi," huh? The Japanese equivalent of the English word "storm..." well, to be fair to her, she could've picked a word from Esperanto and he wouldn't have found it impressive. Being around the world a couple times prior to his fall had its quirks, the least of which was linguistic knowledge.
Watching her circle through the whirlwind without any signs of severe disorientation, the Messenger thought for only a moment about how she'd only had those wings for a few weeks before turning his attention back to her words. Never really considering one's domain was typical for an ascended mortal, but knowing that didn't make it any less amusing. Was it any wonder that they rarely made anything of themselves, when they settled for the "jack of all trades, master of none" approach?
Once the hybrid finally came up with "justice, freedom, and vengeance," the Messenger shrugged. "So you're going for 'Nemesis clone'? That's more creative than most," he remarked, with only the smallest hint of a sneer on his beak. They'd almost had a Nemesis join them before, one from the outer reaches of the solar system, beyond popular perception. Truthfully, he'd almost been ready to support putting her on the team, but he hadn't been that saddened by Jupiter's decision in the end. He only hoped Sky had been thorough.
Though now that he thought about it, that would be a good explanation for why Sky bothered to directly intervene in Warringkingdoms' life...
...no, actually, it wouldn't be. Such a creature could never understand the ways of even a semi-divine power.
The Messenger snapped to attention again just in time to notice Playerone doing an aileron roll and exiting the spiral of wind- or "windstorm," as she called it. She wanted more than just the winds. This had to be a bait. "You sure about that?" he said, teleporting out of the way of each lightning bolt in turn.
Feeling a sudden heat, however, he blinked- and the fireball was nearly upon him, blown in his direction by his own winds. With a squawk, he teleported once more, appearing a short distance back with his chest feathers singed. Over the winds, he could hear even louder screeching from the town, carrying a clear tone of confusion. Did anyone know what was going on over there?
Of course this would happen now, before he had the chance to tire her out. He had to go intervene, but he didn't need Playerone getting in the way.
"Well, unfortunately, we're at an impasse," the Messenger answered, flapping in place rather than resuming his teleportation. Best to give her a clear target- he wouldn't want to make this too difficult. "Neither of us are accomplishing much. We could keep this up forever, but honestly? I'm bored of this." With that, he restarted the winds at their previous speed- this time pointing directly downwards, towards the mountain's peak. Hopefully she'd break something, but maybe she'd just retaliate with some more attacks. This time, he'd make it count.
"I hope you've got more in you than those little sparks," he said, with a grin. "Those won't help you in the big leagues."
The Messenger
Health: 98%
Current form: pied crow with blue eyes
Powers: air elementals, teleportation, mental manipulation/communication
Watching her circle through the whirlwind without any signs of severe disorientation, the Messenger thought for only a moment about how she'd only had those wings for a few weeks before turning his attention back to her words. Never really considering one's domain was typical for an ascended mortal, but knowing that didn't make it any less amusing. Was it any wonder that they rarely made anything of themselves, when they settled for the "jack of all trades, master of none" approach?
Once the hybrid finally came up with "justice, freedom, and vengeance," the Messenger shrugged. "So you're going for 'Nemesis clone'? That's more creative than most," he remarked, with only the smallest hint of a sneer on his beak. They'd almost had a Nemesis join them before, one from the outer reaches of the solar system, beyond popular perception. Truthfully, he'd almost been ready to support putting her on the team, but he hadn't been that saddened by Jupiter's decision in the end. He only hoped Sky had been thorough.
Though now that he thought about it, that would be a good explanation for why Sky bothered to directly intervene in Warringkingdoms' life...
...no, actually, it wouldn't be. Such a creature could never understand the ways of even a semi-divine power.
The Messenger snapped to attention again just in time to notice Playerone doing an aileron roll and exiting the spiral of wind- or "windstorm," as she called it. She wanted more than just the winds. This had to be a bait. "You sure about that?" he said, teleporting out of the way of each lightning bolt in turn.
Feeling a sudden heat, however, he blinked- and the fireball was nearly upon him, blown in his direction by his own winds. With a squawk, he teleported once more, appearing a short distance back with his chest feathers singed. Over the winds, he could hear even louder screeching from the town, carrying a clear tone of confusion. Did anyone know what was going on over there?
Of course this would happen now, before he had the chance to tire her out. He had to go intervene, but he didn't need Playerone getting in the way.
"Well, unfortunately, we're at an impasse," the Messenger answered, flapping in place rather than resuming his teleportation. Best to give her a clear target- he wouldn't want to make this too difficult. "Neither of us are accomplishing much. We could keep this up forever, but honestly? I'm bored of this." With that, he restarted the winds at their previous speed- this time pointing directly downwards, towards the mountain's peak. Hopefully she'd break something, but maybe she'd just retaliate with some more attacks. This time, he'd make it count.
"I hope you've got more in you than those little sparks," he said, with a grin. "Those won't help you in the big leagues."
The Messenger
Health: 98%
Current form: pied crow with blue eyes
Powers: air elementals, teleportation, mental manipulation/communication
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo