Clairé Maarkan
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Éclair:
The Sherian.
It wasn’t, t’wasn’t exactly,
The kind of place that ever, as ever,
Éclair was particularly fond of. For all that, as,
The West held Importance both Past & Present? So too did the East,
Pain au Chocolat was clasped in hand,
The sparkling caduceus giving off its glitter as she strolled through the wasteland, intent on ensuring, that if nothing else? The Trash Collector God was made to regret getting in the way of Corinalia,
Or rather, all the great many souls in Narim,
Indefinite:
And so Éclair ventured out from Temperance, leaving the city in the capable hands of her various subordinates and in hope that when she returned, it would more or less be as she left it. Maybe even better, depending on how long this particular journey might take. The journey through the province of Maeve was relatively uneventful, or at the very least the myriad dangers one might encounter upon the road proved terribly trivial for somebody like Éclair. The border to the province of Sherian saw the presence of the Imperial Legions but, quite frankly, it was easy enough to be able to circumvent them and not get in their way - or rather, it was easy enough for the Jorelite to ensure that the Legions didn't get in her way.
Into Sherian proper, and the border regions were actually rather quiet. Some semblance of normalcy seemed to have returned to these frontier towns, although the circumstances weren't exactly relevant to Éclair. The important thing was that her continued progress on towards Narim was unhindered, and people around these parts had started to grow savvy. See a strange young woman on her own walking south towards all the bad that was down there? Ahuh. Yeah. Leave well enough alone.
And so, with the Amplification complete and the ruins of Narim off in the distance? Éclair had managed to complete most of the trip without issue? Now, just the issue of the mass of undead that had finally appeared to fill the plains before her... because, it seemed, they had finally decided to make their presence known.
Éclair:
No Problems?
No Worries! Though,
That too, Éclair expected,
Would Change soon enough,
Not caring all that much if it wasn’t quite,
As Inconvenient as she’d hoped, as there’d always be the question on what to do with all the Corpses afterwards! Something else to ponder perhaps, mayhaps,
Nuh-uh! Not allowed! No, Éclair was going to positively bury the God under as many Souls as possible being shoved into Krypta all at once.Junk-Mail Soul Spam!
Indefinite:
There were plenty of entities surrounding Narim that didn't have souls. They were just undead, after all, shambling around aimlessly as undead were wont to do. But there were plenty of the things that seemed to just be doing much the same in the area within the city. The whole debacle that had been the Sherian Civil War had concluded in such a way that a massive amount of lives had been extinguished all at once, after all. With so much paperwork to be done there was a terrible backlog in place, which was something that Éclair apparently wanted to take advantage of.
It wasn't as if this weren't a known problem, though. There was an entire system in place right now which allowed for the slow shuffle of the massive amounts of souls around down into Krypta, where they could be properly processed as opposed to flooding the frameworks and APIs present. A denial of service was very much a problem in this day and age - granted, the dead weren't going anywhere, but being stuck in a queue was a prime opportunity for somebody to snatch up the soul and do other things with it. Nothing was quite as incensing for the Lord of the Dead to have these souls nabbed away, for bothersome things like reincarnation to occur.
Yoink! But it wasn't quite so easy. A spell of that sort of magnitude took some time to prepare, and Éclair found that rather than just sweep all of the souls in the area towards her? There was a bit of resistance there. Less like just sweeping them in with a broom, and more like they were all collected in a sack, and she was trying to tug on the rope, but there was somebody else tugging the other way. Tug of war!
Something was keeping her from drawing in the souls - someone, maybe, was more accurate. Somebody in Narim didn't want her getting her hands on them, nope nope!
Éclair:
Yoink!
Or not! Not quite so easy it seemed,
To achieve the Snatch & Grab before anyone noticed what she was up to,
That there really was,
T’was much else that she could do,
Uninclined, disinclined even, to throw what extra she could,
From Her Engagement Ring’s stores, not when, well, she’d already put in her Amplified strength,
Indefinite:
Tug!
...tug!
Pull!
Yank!
Tug!
The Jorelite could feel herself making progress against whatever it was that was holding these souls back. With more power thrown in to fuel the engine of her spell, she was gradually prying things to her advantage. But while the other side might lose in a strength advantage, they had the power of... numbers!
Well, not really the "power of numbers" in the sense that there was some sort of alliance or camaraderie going on here. More just in a general sense of there happened to be a lot of things around here that had no qualms coming out and trying to kill Éclair and, oh hey, there just happened to be a few of them.
The brainless undead hordes slowly began to shift in her direction, and just some distance away? A bloodcurdling shriek as something moved swiftly along the ground in Éclair's direction, a speedy wraith of blood and viscera that shot right towards the Jorelite.
Continue her game of rope, or do something about the impending danger?
Éclair:
Resistance!
Resistance was, t’was, not exactly,
Futile, but it was kinda annoying which meant that,
Was slowly taking a turn towards a stubborn glower,
The very notion that she might actually have to deal with People… well… Undead?
There was a mildly annoyed Activation of the Golden Bangles she wore with the Spirit Armor and her free hand idly rummaging through a pocket – dangerous at the best of times,
Indefinite:
Up, up, up!
It spared the Jorelite from having to deal with the mass of undead, certainly. They weren't capable of following her, instead shambling towards the point underneath her upon the ground, mobbing that location. Should she ever come down she'd have to deal with them, but until that time came she'd be well outside of their reach.
The blood wraith, though, that one could chase. And so she dead, screeching something fierce, long bloody claws extending from her fingers as she suddenly leaped up off of the ground towards the Jorelite sailing daintily above.
Éclair:
Up, up and away!
Really didn’t have any Interest in,
Normal Undead. Boring! No, as fodder went?
They were an aspect of Necromancy that Éclair was quite content in Ignoring,
Éclair took umbrage to threats against herself,
But mostly because it was, t’was making an awful racket and could do quite without That,
Indefinite:
Splish, splash.
The downward bop was well-timed but it sunk right through the blood wraith as if it were... well, comprised of blood. Solid passes right through liquid with no apparent deleterious effect to the latter. Then again, Éclair had her protective armor in place, even as the rending of the wraith could be felt draining away at its capability. Her shrieking addled the necromancer's focus something fierce as well, making it hard to concentrate on the matter at hand - equilibrium once again settling in the game of tug-of-war.
Well. Merely proving a distraction was hardly Collette's aim here. Her rage was hotter than usual. Not too long ago she had been foiled fighting the Titan, and the Jalatians who had hunted him. The humiliating sting of defeat further fueled her rage, and her inability to immediately pierce through Éclair's armor was terribly frustrating.
So instead she'd do something else, reforming her body such that Éclair's head was engulfed in a sphere of blood, blocking (or at least severely limiting) the passage of air, even as the rest of her continued the frenzied assault on the armor.
The Sherian.
It wasn’t, t’wasn’t exactly,
The kind of place that ever, as ever,
Éclair was particularly fond of. For all that, as,
The West held Importance both Past & Present? So too did the East,
Only,
Nestled, nested right in the middle,
Did Éclair really feel that all was,
T’was well, with Her Mister Jorel, Her Anna-Sweet & Her Melissa-Doll,
Nestled, nested right in the middle,
Did Éclair really feel that all was,
T’was well, with Her Mister Jorel, Her Anna-Sweet & Her Melissa-Doll,
Unfinished Business.
That as there was, t’was Her Daughter to the West,
So too was there the matter of the Trash Collector God to the East,
Humming away softly,That as there was, t’was Her Daughter to the West,
So too was there the matter of the Trash Collector God to the East,
Pain au Chocolat was clasped in hand,
The sparkling caduceus giving off its glitter as she strolled through the wasteland, intent on ensuring, that if nothing else? The Trash Collector God was made to regret getting in the way of Corinalia,
Who was Death,
To stand between Her Mister Jorel and Her?!
Hmph! Some people clearly didn’t know their place, clearly! Evidently!
To stand between Her Mister Jorel and Her?!
Hmph! Some people clearly didn’t know their place, clearly! Evidently!
And so, t’was time,
To Fix that little Discussion Point,
Which meant Narim,To Fix that little Discussion Point,
Or rather, all the great many souls in Narim,
A skip and a bounce,
The neat little pirouette that sent crimson skirts fluttering,
As Éclair began to draw upon the Essence of Entropy, pale features rosy with cheer, as the young Jorelite began to Amplify in preparation for giving the Trash Collector God a really, really Bad Time!
The neat little pirouette that sent crimson skirts fluttering,
As Éclair began to draw upon the Essence of Entropy, pale features rosy with cheer, as the young Jorelite began to Amplify in preparation for giving the Trash Collector God a really, really Bad Time!
Hmph!
Should have known better,
To stand between Éclair and Her Love!
Should have known better,
To stand between Éclair and Her Love!
Indefinite:
And so Éclair ventured out from Temperance, leaving the city in the capable hands of her various subordinates and in hope that when she returned, it would more or less be as she left it. Maybe even better, depending on how long this particular journey might take. The journey through the province of Maeve was relatively uneventful, or at the very least the myriad dangers one might encounter upon the road proved terribly trivial for somebody like Éclair. The border to the province of Sherian saw the presence of the Imperial Legions but, quite frankly, it was easy enough to be able to circumvent them and not get in their way - or rather, it was easy enough for the Jorelite to ensure that the Legions didn't get in her way.
Into Sherian proper, and the border regions were actually rather quiet. Some semblance of normalcy seemed to have returned to these frontier towns, although the circumstances weren't exactly relevant to Éclair. The important thing was that her continued progress on towards Narim was unhindered, and people around these parts had started to grow savvy. See a strange young woman on her own walking south towards all the bad that was down there? Ahuh. Yeah. Leave well enough alone.
And so, with the Amplification complete and the ruins of Narim off in the distance? Éclair had managed to complete most of the trip without issue? Now, just the issue of the mass of undead that had finally appeared to fill the plains before her... because, it seemed, they had finally decided to make their presence known.
Éclair:
No Problems?
No Worries! Though,
That too, Éclair expected,
Would Change soon enough,
At least,
If all went to Not-a-Plan,
And well, then? It all well and truly,
Depended on whether she could pull it off,
And if it was actually as Annoying, as she anticipated,
If all went to Not-a-Plan,
And well, then? It all well and truly,
Depended on whether she could pull it off,
And if it was actually as Annoying, as she anticipated,
All the Souls! All the Undead!
And still Éclair grinned,Not caring all that much if it wasn’t quite,
As Inconvenient as she’d hoped, as there’d always be the question on what to do with all the Corpses afterwards! Something else to ponder perhaps, mayhaps,
But for now?
There was but the radiant smile,
As Éclair started the spell. Seeking, striving to wrest out,
The Souls of any and all around her, Channeling through Pain au Chocolat,
It really was simple in intent, even if she hadn’t the faintest of clues as to how it might cascade,
There was but the radiant smile,
As Éclair started the spell. Seeking, striving to wrest out,
The Souls of any and all around her, Channeling through Pain au Chocolat,
It really was simple in intent, even if she hadn’t the faintest of clues as to how it might cascade,
Wasn’t allowed to keep Souls?
That was, t’was just fine, truly! And so? Éclair had every intent,
On dragging as many out within the Undead of Sherian as she could possibly manage,
Trash Collector God wanted to interfere with Their Love?!That was, t’was just fine, truly! And so? Éclair had every intent,
On dragging as many out within the Undead of Sherian as she could possibly manage,
Nuh-uh! Not allowed! No, Éclair was going to positively bury the God under as many Souls as possible being shoved into Krypta all at once.
Curse Her?!
Hmph!
Hmph!
Spell Name? Uh...umm...
Never had been very good at those, something, truly,
Had been one of the few talents of the Ex of Interest. But for now? Yoink!
Never had been very good at those, something, truly,
Had been one of the few talents of the Ex of Interest. But for now? Yoink!
Indefinite:
There were plenty of entities surrounding Narim that didn't have souls. They were just undead, after all, shambling around aimlessly as undead were wont to do. But there were plenty of the things that seemed to just be doing much the same in the area within the city. The whole debacle that had been the Sherian Civil War had concluded in such a way that a massive amount of lives had been extinguished all at once, after all. With so much paperwork to be done there was a terrible backlog in place, which was something that Éclair apparently wanted to take advantage of.
It wasn't as if this weren't a known problem, though. There was an entire system in place right now which allowed for the slow shuffle of the massive amounts of souls around down into Krypta, where they could be properly processed as opposed to flooding the frameworks and APIs present. A denial of service was very much a problem in this day and age - granted, the dead weren't going anywhere, but being stuck in a queue was a prime opportunity for somebody to snatch up the soul and do other things with it. Nothing was quite as incensing for the Lord of the Dead to have these souls nabbed away, for bothersome things like reincarnation to occur.
Yoink! But it wasn't quite so easy. A spell of that sort of magnitude took some time to prepare, and Éclair found that rather than just sweep all of the souls in the area towards her? There was a bit of resistance there. Less like just sweeping them in with a broom, and more like they were all collected in a sack, and she was trying to tug on the rope, but there was somebody else tugging the other way. Tug of war!
Something was keeping her from drawing in the souls - someone, maybe, was more accurate. Somebody in Narim didn't want her getting her hands on them, nope nope!
Éclair:
Yoink!
Or not! Not quite so easy it seemed,
To achieve the Snatch & Grab before anyone noticed what she was up to,
T’was a Shame,
But when she was intent,
On ensuring that the Trash Collector God,
Was, t’was kept otherwise occupied for a great while? Well,
But when she was intent,
On ensuring that the Trash Collector God,
Was, t’was kept otherwise occupied for a great while? Well,
”Hmph!”
Not though,That there really was,
T’was much else that she could do,
Uninclined, disinclined even, to throw what extra she could,
From Her Engagement Ring’s stores, not when, well, she’d already put in her Amplified strength,
No, not yet!
Not when she might very well,
Need… oh what the Aeternia! Just a bit! It wasn’t as if she needed that much power for the Rainy Brightening Scenario!
Not when she might very well,
Need… oh what the Aeternia! Just a bit! It wasn’t as if she needed that much power for the Rainy Brightening Scenario!
Tug-O-War!
Only, Éclair threw in a good two-thirds of the Engagement Ring’s stored power too,
A little more leverage!
Only, Éclair threw in a good two-thirds of the Engagement Ring’s stored power too,
A little more leverage!
Indefinite:
Tug!
...tug!
Pull!
Yank!
Tug!
The Jorelite could feel herself making progress against whatever it was that was holding these souls back. With more power thrown in to fuel the engine of her spell, she was gradually prying things to her advantage. But while the other side might lose in a strength advantage, they had the power of... numbers!
Well, not really the "power of numbers" in the sense that there was some sort of alliance or camaraderie going on here. More just in a general sense of there happened to be a lot of things around here that had no qualms coming out and trying to kill Éclair and, oh hey, there just happened to be a few of them.
The brainless undead hordes slowly began to shift in her direction, and just some distance away? A bloodcurdling shriek as something moved swiftly along the ground in Éclair's direction, a speedy wraith of blood and viscera that shot right towards the Jorelite.
Continue her game of rope, or do something about the impending danger?
Éclair:
Resistance!
Resistance was, t’was, not exactly,
Futile, but it was kinda annoying which meant that,
Éclair quite well,
Could have done entirely without that,
Could have done entirely without that,
Yoink!
Was, t’was being spoiled!
Never mind that as the cheerful look,Was, t’was being spoiled!
Was slowly taking a turn towards a stubborn glower,
The very notion that she might actually have to deal with People… well… Undead?
Hadn’t much occurred to Éclair either,
Not when the whole notion had been to do the Magic Trick,
Of pulling out the tablecloth while leaving all the plates and cups untouched,
Not when the whole notion had been to do the Magic Trick,
Of pulling out the tablecloth while leaving all the plates and cups untouched,
No such luck.
Still, the tip of Éclair’s tongue poking between cherry red lips,There was a mildly annoyed Activation of the Golden Bangles she wore with the Spirit Armor and her free hand idly rummaging through a pocket – dangerous at the best of times,
As she sought out the White Magic Feather and,
Well, leave the Undead Problem on the ground to those that couldn’t,
Flutter off!
Well, leave the Undead Problem on the ground to those that couldn’t,
Flutter off!
Yoink!
Indefinite:
Up, up, up!
It spared the Jorelite from having to deal with the mass of undead, certainly. They weren't capable of following her, instead shambling towards the point underneath her upon the ground, mobbing that location. Should she ever come down she'd have to deal with them, but until that time came she'd be well outside of their reach.
The blood wraith, though, that one could chase. And so she dead, screeching something fierce, long bloody claws extending from her fingers as she suddenly leaped up off of the ground towards the Jorelite sailing daintily above.
Éclair:
Up, up and away!
Really didn’t have any Interest in,
Normal Undead. Boring! No, as fodder went?
They were an aspect of Necromancy that Éclair was quite content in Ignoring,
Had enough Skeleton-Minions in the various Closets at Temperance,
And that was most sufficient for Emergencies if things ended up with a disastrous return to Malice
And that was most sufficient for Emergencies if things ended up with a disastrous return to Malice
Wraith?
More Interesting, but definitely,
Positively, not wanted!
Partially because,More Interesting, but definitely,
Positively, not wanted!
Éclair took umbrage to threats against herself,
But mostly because it was, t’was making an awful racket and could do quite without That,
Still, there was,
A small measure of faith in the Spirit Armor to at least,
Prevent herself from anything too terrible as she tried to wrest control over the Souls in the Sherian,
A small measure of faith in the Spirit Armor to at least,
Prevent herself from anything too terrible as she tried to wrest control over the Souls in the Sherian,
Faith,
And a sweeping down of Pain au Chocolat,
To Bop! The Wraith over the head if it came within reach!
And a sweeping down of Pain au Chocolat,
To Bop! The Wraith over the head if it came within reach!
Indefinite:
Splish, splash.
The downward bop was well-timed but it sunk right through the blood wraith as if it were... well, comprised of blood. Solid passes right through liquid with no apparent deleterious effect to the latter. Then again, Éclair had her protective armor in place, even as the rending of the wraith could be felt draining away at its capability. Her shrieking addled the necromancer's focus something fierce as well, making it hard to concentrate on the matter at hand - equilibrium once again settling in the game of tug-of-war.
Well. Merely proving a distraction was hardly Collette's aim here. Her rage was hotter than usual. Not too long ago she had been foiled fighting the Titan, and the Jalatians who had hunted him. The humiliating sting of defeat further fueled her rage, and her inability to immediately pierce through Éclair's armor was terribly frustrating.
So instead she'd do something else, reforming her body such that Éclair's head was engulfed in a sphere of blood, blocking (or at least severely limiting) the passage of air, even as the rest of her continued the frenzied assault on the armor.