08-17-2013, 07:36 PM
The man in front of her looked, more leered at her. But there were more important things to do. She didn't want to leave him here, but the man who had saved her, hopefully he'd show up. Either way, Rune and Mr. White were off doing god knows what with what ever monster decided to take up residence here in the bath house. There were a billion different monsters out there and a billion different kinds could live in this bathhouse. Aria didn't want to think about some of the more nasty types.
She turned and left the room and saw her savior out of the corner of her eye before she turned to run after the scent of her 'friends.' She hardly knew them, but they were Atharim or at least associates of them, and they were technically all she ever knew for family, so inheritance of cause they were at least friends. But it didn't matter, there was trouble, and while she was small and fragile, she was trained to kill monsters her entire life.
Every turn she made the emotions got stronger. The initial chase was of determination, and then a rushed feeling of Mr. White, but it was the distance that had her attention. Aria ran until she entered the room and saw a looming spirit made of magma. It was a sight she had never actually seen, but her father... no Father Dimitri had insisted on learning about every monster out there. Banniks were not a good creature. And Aria had come with out a plan for this exact monster. One sword was pinned in the rougarou back the other way and the other, and guns were doing nothing to improve the specters mood.
Aria saw Mr. White ripping the freezer in the corner apart. It was a long shot. It could slow it down, but it wasn't going to do much damage much less stop it. Aria looked around and saw no soap, lye and surely there was not going to be any birch lying around in the abandoned bath house. No chickens to sacrifice, though Aria did keep salt on hand. It wasn't much but it rarely left her pockets.
Aria drew the cross across her body. It was the least she could do is honor it's traditions. It did have to die, it was far too dangerous. There was nothing handy to cool the sucker down. But there were the pipes, the could still have water and pressure. But the freeze was definately not doing much. It's attention had turned to Mr. White. It moved slowly. But it looked even angrier than it did before.
Aria shouted, "The pipes!" She pointed up. "Bath house, water." Her little gun wasn't going to make it rain on the thing. But one of their's would.
She turned and left the room and saw her savior out of the corner of her eye before she turned to run after the scent of her 'friends.' She hardly knew them, but they were Atharim or at least associates of them, and they were technically all she ever knew for family, so inheritance of cause they were at least friends. But it didn't matter, there was trouble, and while she was small and fragile, she was trained to kill monsters her entire life.
Every turn she made the emotions got stronger. The initial chase was of determination, and then a rushed feeling of Mr. White, but it was the distance that had her attention. Aria ran until she entered the room and saw a looming spirit made of magma. It was a sight she had never actually seen, but her father... no Father Dimitri had insisted on learning about every monster out there. Banniks were not a good creature. And Aria had come with out a plan for this exact monster. One sword was pinned in the rougarou back the other way and the other, and guns were doing nothing to improve the specters mood.
Aria saw Mr. White ripping the freezer in the corner apart. It was a long shot. It could slow it down, but it wasn't going to do much damage much less stop it. Aria looked around and saw no soap, lye and surely there was not going to be any birch lying around in the abandoned bath house. No chickens to sacrifice, though Aria did keep salt on hand. It wasn't much but it rarely left her pockets.
Aria drew the cross across her body. It was the least she could do is honor it's traditions. It did have to die, it was far too dangerous. There was nothing handy to cool the sucker down. But there were the pipes, the could still have water and pressure. But the freeze was definately not doing much. It's attention had turned to Mr. White. It moved slowly. But it looked even angrier than it did before.
Aria shouted, "The pipes!" She pointed up. "Bath house, water." Her little gun wasn't going to make it rain on the thing. But one of their's would.