Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130609044857/@comment-933831-20130611041612

Cicilia looked at the blade in that man's hands. She didn't know what it was. But... It scared her. Something inside her burned to get away from this man. To be free, like the people above. In the city... Why HER?! She was just trying to survive and run a nice little tailor shop, to use the skills she'd been taught! Yet this death and destruction followed her everywhere she went!? It was unfair, how those people get to live out there lives as she wanted to... She WANTED that life. "I'll TAKE that life by force if I need to...." Cicilia muttered. The shyness in her voice, gone. The hesitance in her eyes, vanished. Her hand clutched her scissors, the two becoming one.

"If you stand in my way.... You will be cut... You and the air around you..." She waved her hand twice, cutting distance and time to slash at the man, who shockingly blocked her swing. "Ah.... THAT weapon. A mere toy in impropper hands. Let's see who has it this time." She waved her hand in a circle, cutting the fabrics of reality for the two, creating a new plane of existance where the two would fight.

Once they were away from prying eyes, her full potential.... unleashed. She vibrated her fingers around the twin scissor blades, individual frames of possessed steel clashing being the only perceptible vision. As the plane of existence grew close to collapse, more were created, jumping around realities and fictions, the exact definitions of both being jumbled in the process. She would have to sew them back together later...

Eventually she realized this man was slowing down. Unfortunate, as she wanted to keep the battle up. It was quite fun... And then she knew his weakness. She flicked her wrist once more, weaving one strand of time along into the next. A week had skipped forward in this dimmension. A week was nothing visible for either of them, but far beyond the range of this man's powers. And a mortal he became once more. A mortal with molecular-thin blades slashing through his throat. Cicilia pushed her glasses up, snapping shut her own torn realities as she brought them back to the origin. The men standing back saw nothing. Her drawing her scissors, then the man falling back, blood spurting from his throat.

Indeed he was invulnerable, but the time had passed by several days. Confidently, Cicilia stepped forward, chuckling. The man who was trying to grab Elysia froze in shock, giving her time to act. "Now then... Will you perchance allow us lovely girls to leave?"