azira_fire

Time: 6:30 PM
Location: Emerson Memorial Park
Open to: Desdemona de Botellis This thread is closed

It had been a pleasant evening. Azira and Desdemona had been out, proverbially painting the town red, and just enjoying the evening. They hadn't seen each other for quite awhile, and so decided to have fun. And they had been, until that pesky Hunter showed up. She wasn't sure which one of them had done something to alert him to what they actually were, but he'd wasted no time in starting to attack them.

Luckily, they were closer to the edge of the city, and so were able to get away from the prying eyes of other people, and thereby avoiding having the police be alerted to their presence. The cemetery wasn't that ideal of a place, but it gave good cover for all of them, especially herself and Des, since they had the advantage of being able to sense where the guy was.

"Well this is just irritating," she muttered, throwing a small fireball at the hunter, who was hiding behind a statue of an angel, smiling when she heard him cry out. "Ideas?" she asked, looking at Des.

Time: 10:00 PM
Location: Rosemarie's Tavern
Open to: All This thread is closed

Azira sat at the bar, nursing a gin and tonic. She'd had a long, slightly boring day. Reinaldo had called her in for an impromptu photo shoot at 3 o'clock, which had ended up becoming a major one. When she'd washed the heavy makeup off and gotten back into her own clothes, she felt like a person again. As close as she could, anyway.

That was an hour ago, and she'd gone out into the city, ending up here. The bar was fairly deserted, except for her, the bartender and a man watching a football game on the television. She'd stay for a little longer, and see if she could get anyone to come home with her, or at least find some source of entertainment.

Out of Character Information
Name: Megan
Age: 21
SN/Email: youkai samurai18/meg.schimming@gmail.com
RP Examples:
Cassandra sat at the bar, the full bottle of beer by her side long abandoned for the conversation of the man next to her. He was some type of intellectual, as well as incredibly gorgeous, both of which made a stellar combination in her mind. She'd been talking with him for close to an hour now, and was fairly certain he was almost in her grasp. The constant arm-touching, and over laughing {that was starting to make her ill at how fake it was} was getting him to currently leave with her, to her little place in the city. 'It's almost getting to be too easy,' she thought as his arms slipped around her once they were in her apartment. Not that she was complaining, mind you. She just wanted a bit of a challenge every now and then.

'Oh well,' she thought, kissing him, pulling him backwards onto her bed. 'Maybe for the next time I'll try to get someone a little more difficult.'

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She spat blood onto the ground, grinning at the iron taste in her mouth. The flames around her and the hunter seemed to grow hotter by the second, causing small beads of sweat to break out on her forehead, even as she held her hand up, producing another burst of flame. "Are you sure you want to continue to the end of this?" she asked, voice even and almost calm.

Azira was enjoying this. And when the hunter in front of her tightened his grip on the sword, she smiled even wider. She sent a volley of flames at him, ducking when he swung his sword wildly. She grunted when he hit her with the edge of it as he swung again, slashing through her jacket and her arm, blood spilling already.

She growled, a harsh feral sound that did not match her face. It stopped the hunter in his tracks, his eyes wide. "This ends now," she growled, producing more fire, and delivering a solid kick to his chest, throwing her fire at him as he fell backwards into the rest of it. His scream filled the smoky air, and then there was a crash as one of the support beams of the house fell around her. Within the blink of an eye, she was outside, watching the old house burn to the ground.

She inspected her jacket and tsked, pulling it off. The wound on her arm was already healed, but she was most upset about the jacket, having just gotten it yesterday. With a sigh, she tossed it to the ground and walked away, listening to the sirens wailing in the distance.

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