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Post by Arthur Brompton on Oct 6, 2013 14:42:45 GMT -6
Arthur was taking a stroll in London. It was a nice, sunny day. That is, until he heard the screams. He muttered profanity under his breath. Of freaking COURSE they attack now. This was obviously the best moment for a mass zombie attack on London; right as Arthur was trying to unwind. He walked calmly through the crowd that was now flowing rapidly in the opposite direction, checking his bags to see what he had, as he went to go fight some Darkrids.
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Post by Haruto Souma / Koyomi Fueki on Oct 6, 2013 15:44:29 GMT -6
Strangely enough, a female figure and a handful of ghouls watched the violent scene unfold before them on top of the Big Ben Clocktower.
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Post by Arthur Brompton on Oct 6, 2013 15:50:07 GMT -6
Arthur went into his one of his bags, pulling out a vial filled with a slightly transparent red liquid. He cocked his arm back, took a short hopping step, and chucked it into the crowd of Darkrids, causing a rather large explosion and a fireball. While the Darkrids were dealing with that, Arthur pulled out three more vials, this time with a light blue-white substance, and began spreading the liquid on the ground.
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Post by Morgana Le Feuvre on Oct 6, 2013 15:50:22 GMT -6
Morgana happened to be in the area. She heard screaming and paused to see what the disturbance was. She doubted it was a matter she need concern herself with. So long as books weren't being burned and no scholars were being threatened, it really had nothing to do with her. But she'd check it out just in case.
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Post by Arthur Brompton on Oct 6, 2013 15:57:35 GMT -6
Arthur whistled, and a few Darkrids turned. Upon seeing Arthur, they charged.
"Step one." Arthur said, pulling out a smaller vial with a white liquid in it and breaking it in the liquid he'd been spreading earlier, causing a white cloud of mist to generate and disorient the Darkrids.
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Post by Haruto Souma / Koyomi Fueki on Oct 6, 2013 16:03:08 GMT -6
The purple-and-white female figure along with her ghouls watched the strange man do his dirty work with his liquid on the creatures, showing no emotion or surprise.
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Post by Arthur Brompton on Oct 6, 2013 16:07:08 GMT -6
"And Step Two." Arthur said, lighting a match and tossing it in. The mist vanished, before with a loud crack, a massive block of ice formed instantly where the mist had been, trapping several Darkrids in the ice.
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Post by Morgana Le Feuvre on Oct 6, 2013 16:40:04 GMT -6
"An alchemist," Morgana whispered, intrigued. Things had just gotten very interesting.
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Post by Arthur Brompton on Oct 6, 2013 16:44:13 GMT -6
Arthur cut through some sidestreets and came out swinging, tossing another vial into a group of Darkrids and sending the zombies flying as a wave of pure kinetic force exploded outward.
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Post by Morgana Le Feuvre on Oct 6, 2013 18:09:12 GMT -6
Morgana couldn't detect a magical aura from this person. Either he was masking it or he didn't have a magical nature. She continued to watch him. She'd intervene if he seemed to be in trouble because the man was interesting and she could likely learn something from him.
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Post by Arthur Brompton on Oct 6, 2013 18:23:41 GMT -6
"Let's try some drakefire..." Arthur muttered, pulling out an alisterium capsule and popping a cork at one end, releasing a focused stream of blue fire. The sound attracted the attention of more Darkrids, who all charged towards him, and he engaged the group readily, wielding the stream of fire like a sword.
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