Libuscha IV System Mingle (no. 1)

[necromanswers]

Who: Everyone! OTA!
Broadcast: sure why not
Action: yeahhhhhh
When: 11/12 to 1/4 (minus 12/26)


It's Candlenights! Or Christmas! Or whatever! It's festive! Go celebrate, explore, go get free stuff from a tree!!

More importantly it's a mingle!

--SYSTEM INFORMATION--

Comments

1/2 man it's been ages since i did one of these

[necromanswers]

[Lup stands in place for a several long, tense moments, legs braced, arms at her side. Power radiates off of her body in mighty waves, more magical essence than she's ever shown in Haggar's presence before- more than she's shown in her whole time spent in the fleet so far. Arcs of red lightning weave in and out of her like tiny snakes, unnatural but harmless- to her, at least. The sparks that flick free of her body char the dirt and grass at her feet, the snow melting and steam beginning to rise.

When she finally moves, it's not to walk but to stretch out her arm, hand still clenched into a fist, and suddenly the red lightning becomes fire, starting at her hands and spreading downwards, twisting around her, a miniature firestorm of arcane power. Her gaze is fixed to the tree, teeth clenched, rage in her eyes. As if sensing some imagined intent to stop her - whether from the tree or Haggar, though the former hasn't moved and she's not even looking at the latter - the flames spread to create a wall around her, directed outwards, not blocking the rest of her spell but trying to keep anything else at bay.

The fire builds, and builds, and builds, channeling more and more with every second into her fist. Her eyes are aflame, her clothes and hair blown about in the heated wind. The ceiling of the cavern is darkening, thick black clouds forming, that same red lightning and fire building within them, as well. Her fingers twitch, waiting at any moment to launch that fire at her target, to destroy the tree and rid herself of every wretched part of this. It would be so much easier to let the lich within have her moment, to let the magic take over, to let her forget. She doesn't care what's in range of the spell. The tree, the umbrella, the lake, Haggar. Herself.

Fuck it. Let it all burn.]