"Halt...! Desist...! For fuck's sake stop!!!" Mach's irate bellows drew more than a few head turns from those he barreled past; midday shoppers, perusers, and strollers alike giving the barking madman a wide berth. He didn't figure many folks would be able to pick up on the flickering trail of glitter which he gave chase to, hear the sing song trill of chime like laughter flitting along the breeze without aid but come on, that was no excuse to give him those kind of looks! Clipping a brick building corner to tighten his rounding of such the man released a sailors vocab list of words, the move almost seeing him drop the spell cartridge that was shoved into the breach of the hand cannon he brandished. Racking the slide the large weapon was pointed at the playful shimmer, trigger pulled back causing the weapon to whiz and whir menacingly. This sound of the damned rose for a few moments before suddenly the gun....popped....a sound not unlike a balloon meeting an unfortunate end and, well, that was it.
Pounding after the shimmer a little longer the hunter appeared pleased with himself and the effect of the spell seemingly cast as he finally slowed his breakneck pace. A corner was rounded and another, caster stuffed hurriedly into it's holster as blue eye blue caught sight of an appropriate target. Near skittering into the sleepy shop the man wasted no time plowing into the old couples wares, a few choice selections snagged before he hurried up and, well, waited - damn old lady in front of him! Trying his best to rush the woman along with an irate toe tap he all but threw his money at the elderly fellow tending the counter when his turn came, some choice words cast his way as he rushed out of the store though he had no surplus of time to spend humoring the fellow. Oh no, out on the streets once more and Mach was off like a bolt, making not for the road; however, but the nearest drain pipe.
Up and up the hunter moved, climbing to the rooftops above the market district which he would take up his mad dash pace once again, free running his way from rooftop to rooftop. A lot more treacherous mode of transport to be sure but other than the odd chimney sweep, dragonkin, or ne'er-do-well a lot less crowded. And, more importantly, much more direct as he chewed through a few blocks of distance, the flitting shimmer spied during one of his daring leaps from building to building. Working ahead of the sprite Mach finally reached to pop the leash on that spell, releasing it from the cycle processor just as he lept to the cobbled roads below. He whiffled out a groan as he hit and rolled on the stones, his precipitous appearance before causing the shimmer to squeal and spark in surprise, completely forgetting about the phantasmal horror which had been chasing after the creature right up till he released that illusionary spell.
It was but a moment yet that was all he needed as he suddenly whipped out his purchase from the shop. "Hey, hey, look! Pre~tty!" Draping the colorful strip of silk and lace ribbon over his arm he waved his other hand enticingly over the object. He probably looked like a snake oil salesman, and a bad one at that given how haggard he looked from his pursuit, but that wasn't the important bit. No, the fancy was the important bit and this seemed to give the little creature pause as it flit and flickered about like a hummingbird, trying it's best to look nonchalant while still coveting the length of silk he presented.
"Nice, yeah' But if this isn't to your liking then how about..." Fishing dramatically in his button down shirt he produced the pi"ce de r"'sis"tance " a glitter and scaled sequence ribbon that shone like liquid silver. "....this""
This definitely caught the small spirits attention as the shimmer of prismatic light and childlike laughter coalesced into a waif of a feminine figure, tall as the spans from palm bottom to tip of middle digit and proudly nude though a little too gangly and otherworldly to be erotic. Fluttering about hypnotically the creature slowly flitted closer and closer as a moth to a flame, too wide verdant eyes staring at the shiny as though in a trance. Watching the Pixie close in Mach waited till the very last moment to unhook the green glass jar that had been bumping upon his butt this entire sordid affair, a swift swoop made for the creature before he slammed the top on.
Oh that pissed off the little creature which flickered and flared, volatile sparks spitting about inside the mason jar along with an angry sound like thistle and dried leaves scrapping against a chalkboard. Luckily the vessel held not only the miniature fury but the wrathful spirit itself thanks to the iron used to tint the glass its deep green. Not that he was going to solely rely on such dumb luck in such matters involving angry flares of magic as he snaked a few charms from his pocket, wrapping the glyphed papers around the container with a quickness so as to fully seal it.
"Gotcha you little shit!" A displeased hiss to the jar that rattled and scrapped in protest. "You certainly gave me a run for my money....but the jigs up, yeah' Now you and me are going to have a little chat about where you've been leading those children you've vanished; and you're answers are going to determine whether you get the shiny or I toss some iron filings in with you and see if you respond like a snail to salt...? The hunter grinned threateningly at the glowing jar as he set off for somewhere to sit down and have a talk with his latest hunt prey, preferably someplace with cold drinks.
Pounding after the shimmer a little longer the hunter appeared pleased with himself and the effect of the spell seemingly cast as he finally slowed his breakneck pace. A corner was rounded and another, caster stuffed hurriedly into it's holster as blue eye blue caught sight of an appropriate target. Near skittering into the sleepy shop the man wasted no time plowing into the old couples wares, a few choice selections snagged before he hurried up and, well, waited - damn old lady in front of him! Trying his best to rush the woman along with an irate toe tap he all but threw his money at the elderly fellow tending the counter when his turn came, some choice words cast his way as he rushed out of the store though he had no surplus of time to spend humoring the fellow. Oh no, out on the streets once more and Mach was off like a bolt, making not for the road; however, but the nearest drain pipe.
Up and up the hunter moved, climbing to the rooftops above the market district which he would take up his mad dash pace once again, free running his way from rooftop to rooftop. A lot more treacherous mode of transport to be sure but other than the odd chimney sweep, dragonkin, or ne'er-do-well a lot less crowded. And, more importantly, much more direct as he chewed through a few blocks of distance, the flitting shimmer spied during one of his daring leaps from building to building. Working ahead of the sprite Mach finally reached to pop the leash on that spell, releasing it from the cycle processor just as he lept to the cobbled roads below. He whiffled out a groan as he hit and rolled on the stones, his precipitous appearance before causing the shimmer to squeal and spark in surprise, completely forgetting about the phantasmal horror which had been chasing after the creature right up till he released that illusionary spell.
It was but a moment yet that was all he needed as he suddenly whipped out his purchase from the shop. "Hey, hey, look! Pre~tty!" Draping the colorful strip of silk and lace ribbon over his arm he waved his other hand enticingly over the object. He probably looked like a snake oil salesman, and a bad one at that given how haggard he looked from his pursuit, but that wasn't the important bit. No, the fancy was the important bit and this seemed to give the little creature pause as it flit and flickered about like a hummingbird, trying it's best to look nonchalant while still coveting the length of silk he presented.
"Nice, yeah' But if this isn't to your liking then how about..." Fishing dramatically in his button down shirt he produced the pi"ce de r"'sis"tance " a glitter and scaled sequence ribbon that shone like liquid silver. "....this""
This definitely caught the small spirits attention as the shimmer of prismatic light and childlike laughter coalesced into a waif of a feminine figure, tall as the spans from palm bottom to tip of middle digit and proudly nude though a little too gangly and otherworldly to be erotic. Fluttering about hypnotically the creature slowly flitted closer and closer as a moth to a flame, too wide verdant eyes staring at the shiny as though in a trance. Watching the Pixie close in Mach waited till the very last moment to unhook the green glass jar that had been bumping upon his butt this entire sordid affair, a swift swoop made for the creature before he slammed the top on.
Oh that pissed off the little creature which flickered and flared, volatile sparks spitting about inside the mason jar along with an angry sound like thistle and dried leaves scrapping against a chalkboard. Luckily the vessel held not only the miniature fury but the wrathful spirit itself thanks to the iron used to tint the glass its deep green. Not that he was going to solely rely on such dumb luck in such matters involving angry flares of magic as he snaked a few charms from his pocket, wrapping the glyphed papers around the container with a quickness so as to fully seal it.
"Gotcha you little shit!" A displeased hiss to the jar that rattled and scrapped in protest. "You certainly gave me a run for my money....but the jigs up, yeah' Now you and me are going to have a little chat about where you've been leading those children you've vanished; and you're answers are going to determine whether you get the shiny or I toss some iron filings in with you and see if you respond like a snail to salt...? The hunter grinned threateningly at the glowing jar as he set off for somewhere to sit down and have a talk with his latest hunt prey, preferably someplace with cold drinks.