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Post by jokester on May 11, 2011 15:41:17 GMT
Menolly doesn't respond. Peaseblossom twirls into action. By sheer luck, Xylia manages to block his first blow. The two find themselves staring in mutual confusion at the two swords clashing between them. No-one is supposed to be able to block Lord Peaseblossom. Lord Peaseblossom just kills people: it's what he does.
Unfortunately, Peaseblossom responds first. With the twitch of one perfectly-manicured eyebrow, the fire of his sword explodes towards Xylia in a torrent of flame.
Without warning, Cobweb appears in between them, a magical shield shimmering around him.
"Surprise, you poncy butterf-" he manages to get out before the shield shatters pathetically and the fire engulfs both him and Xylia. "Aw crud," he mutters from inside the temporary inferno.
The green fire fades, retreating back to just a sword.
Xylia finds herself on the ground, in a decent level of pain, but notably alive. Cobweb is lying charred on the ground beside her. As she watches, he blinks out of existence for no well-defined reason, with a muttered "Poncy... butterfly...".
And then, without any fuss, a Sending in a cute little postman's hat appears next to Peaseblossom, holding a package. Peaseblossom turns, raises an eyeborw and takes the package.
"Express delivery from Xylia J'Seelie," he reads. "Apologies for the delay."
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Post by Snowfire on May 11, 2011 18:53:06 GMT
I pull myself up with a muffled groan. "Well, at least that explains that." I mutter, seeing the Sending vanish back out of my mind. I step back, layers of fireproof foliage exploding out of the ground in front of me at each step and one side of my mouth twitches. "I wonder what the effect of that will be..." I muse to myself.
"The effect of what, darling?" Lord Peaseblossom asks in that same, quasi-formal manner and my mouth twitches again.
"Oh, it's a small matter - albeit one that hasn't truly happened in my memory." The box in Peaseblossom's hand blurs as a tiny spark of magic triggers its activation. Light spreads out from its core, simple white light refracted through the crystal of the box and I cock my head as it flashes out to cover the entire form of the Lord. "What happens when a Lord of the Fae dies?"
The light, a combination of very old defensive magic and a considerable supply of internal power from the box, turns to the one thing that Faeries are truly weak to. A layer of rapidly cooling - probably already into the negatives at this point - iron.
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Post by jokester on May 11, 2011 21:27:17 GMT
The presence of cold iron in Xylia's mind sends a searing blindness through her from the inside out. This time, however, she doesn't have the advantage of magical healing hair inside her mind.
The freaky avatar-representation of Lord Peaseblossom makes a startled choking sound. He even sounds camp when he chokes.
"Oh bother," he curses.
And then the mind he was in collapses as Xylia falls dead to the TARDIS floor.
Sigh. I'm almost jaded by this now. Xylia and Temporis are now separated by the barrier of death. Hop on back to your individual boards, people.
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