Note: damn, this part way sucks.....it's short, boring and pointless-but it's a transition segment so I'll forgive it. for now. Don't tell me that it's short, boring and pointless cause I know, k? k.
Tira sat in her small, circular prison, staring at the green fire with a stoney expression. The fire didn't really burn off of anything, it didn't scorch the ground that it sprang from, but if the young Hunter got close enough to it, it WOULD burn HER (as evident by several red welts on her hands and slightly tinged hair).
She sighed, trying to find a more comfortable position, but that wasn't really possible. The prison was so small, she could barely sit, with her knees pulled up against her chest. She couldn't lean back because of the fire, so she just rested her head against her knees and TRIED to relax....
"WHAT?!" Radicchio's voice filtered through the silent flames, shattering the pink haired girl's illusion of peace. She glanced up wearily, wondering what the Sorcerer was shouting about, and hoping that it was something very bad-and ulitmatly painful-for him.
The flames in front of her parted to reveal the furious man, his chubby face redder than usual. "I thought you were an IMPORTANT Hunter?!"
Tira bristled at the insinuation. "I am." she hissed, even though part of her warned her that she shouldn't reply.
"Oh?!" the man yelled, spittle flying from his mouth. Tira flinched away from it, though it probably looked more like she was trying to escape his wrath, and waited for him to start foaming at the mouth. She fingered her whip with one hand, wishing now that she hadn't opted to sit down. She shifted slightly, readying herself to attack. "I don't think so," the man said, obviously taking her movements for what they were. The flames spurng back into place, though the Sorcerer continued talking outside her circle.
"If you're so important, then why would only one of your fellows follow you?!!" he was shouting as Tira slumped back into her previous position. It took a moment for the words to reach her brain....only one Hunter coming after her? "Unless," Radicchio mused out loud, his voice growing fainter as he moved away from Tira's circle of flames. "It's an ambush, and the others are coming some other way...."
Tira sighed and let her head collapse back onto her knees, ideas of her own forming in her head.....
~*~
Marron trudged through Igrond forest, feeling-and looking a little dishevelled. His long black hair, usually straight and impeccable, was tousled and had a few dry leaves stuck in it; his white robes were dirty and had several burrs clinging to them. He sighed, putting a hand out to lean on a pile off moss, as his eyes drifted up to the large tower that were at the top of the hill that he was currently climbing. He felt as though he was being watched......the sorcerer knew he was coming?
With a sigh, the mage lowered his head and continued his climb onward.
~*~
Chocolate grumbled as she marched purposefully into the small town of Nyries, her eyes and manner discouraging any of the few townspeople from approaching her.
A safe distance behind the Misu girl, Carrot and Gateau walked. "She's really pissed, this time," Carrot murmured softly enough that the enraged girl wouldn't hear him, his eyes flickering around the streets for any signs of pretty girls as he did so. Unfortuantly for him, the only citizens that he saw were old and flabby-NOT what he wanted...
Gateau nodded. "I almost feel sorry for Madam Carob," he answered truthfully, as they continued further into the quiet town.
Tira sat in her small, circular prison, staring at the green fire with a stoney expression. The fire didn't really burn off of anything, it didn't scorch the ground that it sprang from, but if the young Hunter got close enough to it, it WOULD burn HER (as evident by several red welts on her hands and slightly tinged hair).
She sighed, trying to find a more comfortable position, but that wasn't really possible. The prison was so small, she could barely sit, with her knees pulled up against her chest. She couldn't lean back because of the fire, so she just rested her head against her knees and TRIED to relax....
"WHAT?!" Radicchio's voice filtered through the silent flames, shattering the pink haired girl's illusion of peace. She glanced up wearily, wondering what the Sorcerer was shouting about, and hoping that it was something very bad-and ulitmatly painful-for him.
The flames in front of her parted to reveal the furious man, his chubby face redder than usual. "I thought you were an IMPORTANT Hunter?!"
Tira bristled at the insinuation. "I am." she hissed, even though part of her warned her that she shouldn't reply.
"Oh?!" the man yelled, spittle flying from his mouth. Tira flinched away from it, though it probably looked more like she was trying to escape his wrath, and waited for him to start foaming at the mouth. She fingered her whip with one hand, wishing now that she hadn't opted to sit down. She shifted slightly, readying herself to attack. "I don't think so," the man said, obviously taking her movements for what they were. The flames spurng back into place, though the Sorcerer continued talking outside her circle.
"If you're so important, then why would only one of your fellows follow you?!!" he was shouting as Tira slumped back into her previous position. It took a moment for the words to reach her brain....only one Hunter coming after her? "Unless," Radicchio mused out loud, his voice growing fainter as he moved away from Tira's circle of flames. "It's an ambush, and the others are coming some other way...."
Tira sighed and let her head collapse back onto her knees, ideas of her own forming in her head.....
~*~
Marron trudged through Igrond forest, feeling-and looking a little dishevelled. His long black hair, usually straight and impeccable, was tousled and had a few dry leaves stuck in it; his white robes were dirty and had several burrs clinging to them. He sighed, putting a hand out to lean on a pile off moss, as his eyes drifted up to the large tower that were at the top of the hill that he was currently climbing. He felt as though he was being watched......the sorcerer knew he was coming?
With a sigh, the mage lowered his head and continued his climb onward.
~*~
Chocolate grumbled as she marched purposefully into the small town of Nyries, her eyes and manner discouraging any of the few townspeople from approaching her.
A safe distance behind the Misu girl, Carrot and Gateau walked. "She's really pissed, this time," Carrot murmured softly enough that the enraged girl wouldn't hear him, his eyes flickering around the streets for any signs of pretty girls as he did so. Unfortuantly for him, the only citizens that he saw were old and flabby-NOT what he wanted...
Gateau nodded. "I almost feel sorry for Madam Carob," he answered truthfully, as they continued further into the quiet town.