Topic: The Blue Witch

Spell

Date: 2012-10-14 15:19 EST
I was going to return them, I swear!

Tower of Fire / Twilight Island
Late Night, Aug 13 2012
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"Put the books back, Jesse.."

"Make this room neat and clean, Jesse.."

"Did you sweep the tower yet, Jesse?" Mocking the voice of Candy Hart every time she spoke.

Part of her wished the woman lost her challenge. It would of been easy enough to butter up the newest Keeper of Fire.. Or make off with the towers books after the challenge was said and done. Either way - it would of been easier than what she was dealing with now!

You're associated with enough trouble on the isle.. Stealing their magical tomes wouldn't be the best of ideas. The soft voice of Nimbious spoke within her thoughts.

The witch grumbled and continued to grumble with each step she took. Hoisting up that heavy grimoire and setting it back against shelf; beside the many others that had secretly packed away those few hours before the challenge match took place.

"Just wait, Nimbious.. I'll get this tower back. That stupid Hydra thing will be over soon.. and when they are celebrating their.. STUPID victory.. I'll swoop in and-" Slamming palm to book cover. "-Bam! Challenge! I'll show her who's boss."

Or upset her more.. There are other towers.. You have learned much from fire already. Is there really a need to continue? the voice spoke. A gust of wind coming much at the same time to help the witch place the last book back onto the shelf.

Air is an option..

"Why do I need the Tower of Air? I have you.." Jesse pouted. "I want fire just to prove I can beat her.. She won because I was still recovering, that's all.."

and not because she frightened you? If I recall.. you felt at ease fighting the demi-god.. after all, his was the first face you saw after the event..

.. But her..

"S.. shut up..!" Her lips pursed after she said that. Peering off to the side, attempting to hide a blush that just couldn't be hidden. "I'm not scared of her.. I'll win because I'm better, that's all."

Ah. You shouldn't speak so loud.. She could be listening.

".. Uh... Um.. Shh.. be quiet..!" Jesse said. Her hands reaching out to gather up a broom while she looked over both shoulders. Left first, then right. Beginning to sweep here and there.

Looks like it's time to get back to work.

Spell

Date: 2012-10-14 15:22 EST
Baking a cake for the Archmage

Tower of Fire / Twilight Isle
After the 2012 September Archmage Tournament
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"A trip to the sun..? Really? Are you sure that wasn't just a really, REALLY obvious excuse to dodge you?"

"He's powerful! I bet he could walk on the sun all he wants without breaking a sweat. Look, just shut up and keep stirring the mix. I want this cake to be perfect.. Now how many eggs?" She checked her glasses then squinted down at the book she read from.

"Ah! Three! Hurry and crack the eggs!" Jesse pointed to the subservient Incubus who didn't look at all thrilled with his current job.

"I think that's it.. Wait, no." She began to squint again. Accidentally reading from one of the few open spell books she had next to the cookbook. "It says three eye of newt.. and a drop of maidens blood. Do we have any of that? Go check my boxes!" The witch commanded in a loud voice that just didn't match her short form at all.

"I'm supposed to be stirring this.."

"DO BOTH! And find some dragon whiskers! It says we need that too!"

..

The both of them stood there and looked down at the now bubbling cake mix. Jesse looked to her demonic slave, then back to the bowel. Another bubble popped, causing a foul stench to fill the air; not only that - but a spark of fire etched from the open bubble to another.

".. Are you sure this is how you're supposed to bake a cake, mistress?" The demon inquired.

"Of course! This is what the book says! You're supposed to follow books you stupid thing..!" Another bubble began to rise as she yelled.. this one larger than all of the others -- and once it popped?

The Tower of Fire shook then. An explosion followed. Rocks and hot magma rained down all across the volcano. From that huge plum of darkened smoke the tiny form of Jesse went flying. Not only her, but that poor Incubus who unwillingly found himself in the same situation as his mistress.

Jesse hit the cracked and heated rocks of the volcano first. Being immune to the explosion was one thing, but the force behind it and fall damage was another. Magic coursed through her veins in their attempt to heal her.. but that didn't mean this hurt any less!

The Incubus had shifted into a raven during his fall, and only returned to his humanoid form to land beside the fallen girl. "... Mistress, are you okay..?"

".. No.. I think I peed myself a little." she said in a soft, broken voice.

"I didn't need to know that."

Spell

Date: 2012-10-14 15:24 EST
Dream Land

?There is no such thing as a selfless person.? Spoke a stuffed teddy bear.

?Quite true! Humans by nature are most selfish! Do you not agree, Mr. Oink??

BONG!!

The hands struck twelve and the large grandfather clock heralded the hour from its perch upon the grand table where the small party held their conversation. BONG! it chimed once more. The ghastly echo sending out such a vibration to cause even the room to shudder!

?Love is selfish! Sad, those fools have grown quite mad! Speaking of love and all that it could bring. Love! Bah!? The witch uncurled her pinky and took a sip of her tea. BONG! Her chair shook with such force, yet she only giggled in response. ?Love, love, love~♪! Do you not agree? Love is selfish. A selfish desire.? She paused to take another sip at her tea. Not only that, but to allow the clock to chime once more.

?To love is to want someones time! To love is to want their attention! To love is to want their love! How selfish. A selfish thing to ask for. You want their time, you want their love, you want their heart.. How selfish. Selfish, selfish, selfish. How is it any different than wanting them for their money? Some want a lover for their looks, others for their wallets, and then the mad fools who clamor on about feelings! Feelings are selfish, are they not? Mr. Oink!?

BONG!

?.. That should have rung seconds ago! I believe this clock may be off. Perhaps broken? But broken things are fun things.?

Jesse looked to the maggot infested pig that laid over the table. Teacup pressing to her lips, then jerked along with her head so she could swallow that invisible, and rather imaginary, drink.

?Fire Lord! What say you?!?

?My dear, you should burn the poor pitiful and oh so deranged fools. They are struck with disease. They only see what they wish to see and stay blind from the truth.? The fire elemental spoke. His whole side of the table burnt black and currently on fire.

?A mercy killing. Oh yes, that what you should call it.?

?A mercy killing would be killing you!? Jesse stabbed her butter knife into the table. How she gained such an item -- she did not know. But she pulled it free and began buttering her scone - another item that seemed to appear out of thin air. ?A figment of my imagination, that is all you are. Candy took you some time ago! Do you think me crazy?!?

?Crazy? No. You are quite sane!? The fire elemental chuckled a most grotesque chuckle. Sounding akin to phlegm gargling within a throat.

?Then we are in agreeance! Mr. Oink, what say you?!?

The pig was currently having its eye eaten out by a pesky raven.

?Oh yes, Jesse. You are correct.? She spoke out from the corner of her lips.

?I think you should wake up..? The whispering words of the air elemental that sat opposite of the one of fire.

?Wake up? But why would I wish to wake up? To stay sleeping is far more enjoyable.? Jesse said. ?Oh and do forgive me. I?ve been sitting unladylike!? She straightened her posture and placed hands within her lap.

?You could sleep forever. There are ways.? The final guest at the table said. Her face obscured by the ghostly image of the spectral grandfather clock.

?In your hands.?

The butterknife was no more! Replaced instead with one of the butcher variety.

?Oh yes. This knife. A cutting of the wrist and I would sleep forever. That is a good plan, I give you an A for effort.? Jesse said upon inspecting the knife.

?We are not in mutual agreement. I believe you should wake up.? The air elemental spoke again.

?That is true.. If we are not in mutual agreement, then there is no action! I cast aside this blade for now, even if it is quite lovely and beautiful to look at!? The blade was thrown. When it struck the ground, it shattered like glass. Not only the knife -- but the ground itself. Everything shattered and they all fell into the void.

?Waking up.. how troublesome.?

Spell

Date: 2013-03-03 05:05 EST
If I had a silver noble I'd have two silver nobles!
Takes place the day after Snow Storm Hannibal hit.
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"What's the plan for this morning, mine Isabella?!" Jesse chirped happily to the open air beside her.

Whatever you want to do! My great and powerful and super best friend who I will never, ever abandon! said the figment of her imagination who frolicked next to the witch.

"Mine tumble grumbles and mine hunger knows no bounds! I believe panca--", her words cut off with the sudden loss of balance. Her foot hit something rough, and she'd be falling face first against the snow!

"Gyaah!" Jesse cried, then ka-pow.. she'd now have a mouth full of snow. At least it wasn't yellow; yellow snow doesn't taste good.

She sat up and spit some snow off to the side.

Who dares to trip you?! My great and powerful and super best friend who I will never, ever abandon! cried out Isabella, who was still a figment of Jesse's imagination.

Jesse would have answered her, but the groan that came from under her bottom caught her attention. She quickly scrambled across the snow and stood up. "A frost giant!" She yelled.. then kicked, the lump of snow groaned again -- this time with words.

"Help.." The weak voice said.

Jesse scrunched her face. Another plead for help followed before she finally inched closer and used her platform boot covered foot to swipe away at the snow. It took a minute, but she'd soon uncover a good half of a poor old man!

.. and the nice looking magic tome he had clutched in his hand.

A fire imp, which was another figment of her imagination, crawled out from under the snow, beside the old mans head.

Take the book! It is yours by right! the Imp spoke with its flaming tongue.

Jesse thought this over. "Yes.. it is mine by right, this is very true!"

"Help me.." The old man pleaded again. His weak eyes looking to Jesse.

Hurry and take the book! We can read it at hideout number twenty three! The fire imp, playing the devil to her lacking angel, said with a hiss.

Jesse stood there in a pause.. "But.."

But? But? But nothing! It is yours by right! Chaos has deemed this man to die and for you to find his tome! Take it! It is yours! BY RIGHT!

"What would Fio do.." Jesse grumbled.

Huh? The imp said with a deadpanned look.

"The book is mine by right. As the rules of finders keepers are in play. I have found this man, so him and his belongings are mine by right!"

The old man was trying to stay awake, but the rambling of this girl only caused a dreaded feeling to wash over his body. He was going to die.

"What would Fio do?" Jesse repeated. A finger pressed to pursed lips.

The fire imp blinked. Who cares? Just take the book!

"I think Fio would save him!" She grinned. "And then take his book for her own!", then cackled. Her body leaning in close to the dying old man. ".. I will save you, Mr. Old Man.. but your book is mine by right!"

That was the last thing the old man saw.. Well, before he awoke in the morning. The bright lights of a hospital room and the warmth of blankets over his body.

"I'm alive.." He said. His voice choking and his vision blurring with tears.

Jesse peeked through the door. "Good. He's alive.. I will demand more books from him later. Proper payment, isn't that right? Isabella?" A blink, then a turn of her head to stare down the hall. "Isabella! Stop hitting on that male nurse! Who is a male nurse anyway!? Become a doctor, lazy!"

The poor nurse looked to Jesse with a confused expression.

Spell

Date: 2013-04-18 13:27 EST
"What do you mean you will not pay mine tax?! Do you know what happens to those who deny me what is mine right!?" Jesse's voice boomed over the sounds of choppy waters. Her finger curling, pressing the button to activate the tiny tugboats blow horn. "I give you this one chance, vicious pirates and - or Watch subordinates who dare to ignore a direct order from mine person! Bend at the knee and pledge fealty before me and I may not feel the need to purge your ship with mine fires!"

While Jesse yelled at a ship.. the facts should be set on the table; there was no ship. The only thing floating about in the water looked to be an overweight manatee. The sea-creature didn't care much at all what the little witch was saying and continued its lazy day within the ocean.

To Jesse? This was a ship. Of course it was a ship when Mushrooms and Rotweed plagued the mind and deemed it one! Hallucinations are a crazy thing.

"Snappy.. Load the blue fire." She said to the zombie at her right. Wait, she forgot to release the trigger of the blow horn, so her voice carried out over the waters again.

The zombie groaned and dragged its weight to the cannon. Opening the hatch and began to shove what looked to be an unstably shaking tiny and oh so glowing barrel. Snappy uncurled a rotting and somewhat broken thumb to show everything being prepared!

"FIRE!" Jesse yelled. The loud boom that followed, along with the explosion, rocked her tiny tugboat something fierce! The tiny blonde, forced to grasp hold of a railing, kept her balance as best she could.

The barrel skittered across the ocean. The wood splintering and scattering all about as it carried the blue fire across unstable ocean. The fire, enchanted to burn where it lay, skirted above the surface of the water and burned bright!

As for the manatee? It ducked under water and sort of.. swam away.

"I do not see the ship.." Jesse said while squinting. Peering through the flames the best she could.

"Another sunk for the glory of RhyDin!" Cheering out. Reaching out to high five with the zombie beside her.

High fives for everyone on the ship!