Witches PN

j: ^ok but what if the skeleton cat brings them together by trying to Eat julien and he has to fly away^ we -did- break some glass...so maybe..crystals? containers? is there a container store?

e: ^cnt help but sigh and crosse arms, head falling to side^ Ed Elric, town recluse, live with my brother whose less of a recluse, we won't be seeing much of each other

Al: ^YESsSS I like it^ Mmm, good plan Julien ^and then sort of slows to a stop and frowns looking at the ugly adorable monstrosity that has just walked up to them and is staring them down, the skeletal cat, mangy and rowling, the skull face of the cat somehow seeming to smirk and lick its teeth looking at julien^ cups juliens body wiht his hand protectively^ Who do you belong to familiar? ^But kitty no listen! and darts forward in a flash and jumps at Als shoulder but Al ducks to the side, again holding Julien carefully, plucking him from his shoulderto hold him to his chest^

Roy: But, perhaps we will, if I make it a point to come out and check on you both, as the last sheriff should have

J: . total distress wings flapping and wanting to very him away from his witch more than anything.

Ed: .amused. We spend a lot of tine in the woods, woukd you trek through that?

Al: ^hisses as the cat digs it's bone hard nails in, bouncing off and ripping some clothes and skin with it^ Throws Julien up honestly knowing that he doesnt know enough combat magic to keep them both safe from another witch^ Run and get Ed! ^Then darts down the road, weaving through people as the cat follows hot on his heels^

Roy: ^looks a bit put off and rubs the back of his neck kinda in that way like 'jesus I am dealing with a child aren't I?'^ If that's what it takes to ensure your safety then yes ^then something comes on over the radio and Roys attention is caught by it^ frowns^ Alright kid, I gotta go, but I will ^gives a look up at him, firey, determined, and HANDSOME^ come check on you again ^waves formally and goes ff^

j: *not about to let that be it because its HIS job to protect his witch! and divebombs that cat like i WILL steal your bones!!!!! cause the cat wanted him so naturally hed think if he distracted it enough he'd get it off his witchs tail AND he'd be able to go get ed by flying for his life&


Ed: ^a little startled look but listened close to that call because why wouldn't he^ I have a feeling we'll see each other sooner than later... ^has a bad feeling so gonna take shortcuts into town*

Al: And the cat definitely gets a hard bite and a couple scratches leaving more Jules worse for wear. The cat even goes so much to snatch him out of the air and wring him. The cat stops rather abruptly, jerking it’s head to one side as if listening to something before dropping Jules and running after where it saw Al go.

Al’s heart is pounding and hoping that Jules is okay, wishing that the foolish thing would have just gone back when he urged but knows there’s nothing he can do now and can just put faith in his familiar. As he races through town, his mind races too. There are several spells he could do. It was hard since his target hadn’t shown themselves yet but he still had options. In all options, Al knew at least one thing, he had to run. This meant he needed to strengthen his already weak breathing with the Flute spell. Easy, at least normally. Not so easy when doing that spell could cost him another spell to get him out of this situation. This particular spell required for Al to stand still to allow the air in.

The first option was to use Earwig to call his brother and let him know what was happening. The second option was to cast Thornbush, a concealing spell. It would hide him, but it was a bit finicky in the way that someone could find you if they got too close by the pin prickles they felt. His third option was to simply ask the forest to bend. It was a nice day so it was a good option, but getting to the forest in time would mean he needed that breathing spell.

It wasn’t log before necessity won over. Al couldn’t breathe. So he snatched a bamboo flute from in his coat pocket and stepped into an alley. Anxiety on high, he began the incantation. To add speed to his spell he laced his fingers together and connected his pointer fingers and thumbs to make a thin tear drop shape. This was the sign of the dancer. Keeping his hands in formation he pressed the flute to his chest. The magic of the dancer sped up the process allowing the bamboo to sink into his chest faster, fortifying his lungs.

Kimblee: As Ed walks down the road, it gets increasingly dark. Al is never out this late. As Ed comes out of one of his shortcuts to the road, a truck makes a sudden turn right in front of him, nearly hitting him. Gas is blasted up into his face, thick and smelly. Both car doors open and as the smoke clears, there are a couple muscular men are stepping out. Immediately something is off. These aren’t the typical hicks riding a red pick up.

The men before him grinned, wide and unnatural.

“Hey, kid, need a ride to town?” One asks. One of his buddies jostles him. They share a laugh before the leader steps forward. The man has long greasy hair and is wearing white jeans and a white sweater. The man is sporting at large back pack that he pulls off, dropping it to the ground.

“But you don’t need a ride, do you, shorty?” The man asked knowingly. Taking his sweet time, he tugged at the fingers of his dark gloves before depositing them on the ground. The man’s arms were stained, stained only in a way that killing a witch could do.

“See, I know you can just…” The man pushed his sleeves back to his forearm revealing tattooed wards on his skin. “Get on your broom.” At this time Ed notices a necklace full of human teeth around his neck. “And zoom to town.” The man digs in his pocket, pulling out a wadded paper. He unfolds it. “Am I right?” He holds the picture up to Ed, profiling and grins, turning it over for Ed to see too. “Yeah, I’m right.”

Julien felt panic seize him and his already stupidly fast heart rate increase. there were very few options, and he couldn't take on an undead cat, only a dog missing a bone could really do that. But there was one thing he -could- do, tiny heart and body he may have, but he made up for that in sheer lung capacity. -He- couldn't do anything, but Edward could, or any kind person that found a screaming bird. He didn't waste a second before opening his beak and letting out an almost sky shattering screech.

Ed; Ed's forcing his panic down and trying to convince himself Al and Jules just got distracted with something cute, shiny or fluffy he almost doesn't see the truck barreling down the road. Almost isn't quick enough to stumble back and glare at the fumes, it was assholes like these that made life harder on Al. His lips curl into a snarl at their hostility, then even more so at their words. He doesn't even panic at what they're clearly insinuating-clearly threatening and his face twists into a sneer as he smacks the paper from the greaseballs hands, "You just learning how to intimitate people? You should work on it, the only thing about you that scares me is your personal hygiene. I don't have time to play with you tonight," his eyes rolled dramatically, "potions to brew and brooms to ride, so get the fuck out of my way before you really make me mad." he tensed at the scream eyes going wide. He knew that scream and he didn't think to turn on his heel and run to it, knowing the truckboys would try to follow, but knowing better than to leave a trail no matter the panic coursing through him and the routes of possibility Al could be, from where that scream came from.

Al: As Al was doing the incantation he heard Juliens cry and his heart sank. That meant he wasn't well enough to get to Ed. Al was scared for his friend. He wanted to go back and help. Worry flooded his brain with what I should do? Al didn't even realize he was distracted until he was startled back to the now by hs bamboo flute falling to the ground from his body rejecting a half-assed incantation. Al grit his teeth and snatched it back up quickly to start the spell again when he heard a seemingly innocent meow. However, when he looked he was met with the boned cat.

Al took a step back, shoving the bamboo back into his pocket, knowing it wasn't an option now. The cat seemed overly pleased to see him and every step he took, it took too. "I'll kick you," Al warned knowing he wouldn't The cat seemed to know this too, or just, didn't care. The cat arched it's back and opened it's mouth. No sound came through, but Al KNEW it was calling for its master.

Kimblee; As Ed takes a step forward he feels himself wobble. The world gets dizzy right away and he remembers the disgusting smell from the truck as it came up to him. At the time it was annoying but now he can recognize it as witches bane enfused in the oil It's a wonder how the truck didn't blow up with that stuff in it but either way, it was enough blasted into his face to take such a quick effect. Even Julien's cries muffle in his ears.

"Something wrong there? Witch?" One of the men ask knowing he won't get far and they all have a laugh.

(Al, not evn abe to kick a Not Alive cat)

nik: Footsteps echoed all around the alleyways around him, no matter what Al could have been preparing himself for, it couldn't have prepared him for the ctuality of the situation, which was a figure indeed in black but leather, no cloak to be seen as well as the tone he had as he damn near stomped up and snatched the cat up from the ground, "You little bastard what the hell did you get in to now." Clearly unhappy the stranger turns to Al, brows angled and mouth pinched.

ed: snarls but knows enough about being off balance to at least look like he's alright and not as affected as he should be, enough to get him stable footed steps away, "You keep spitting that at me like it's an insult, how do you even know your sources are right? How do you know youre not just going after regular people?" Maybe he could stall, just enough to get some magic going, something subtle, an sos. Maybe...a message to that new sherrif to see if he really could make true on his word, or if he'd just be like all the rest before him. Just one little message, a location. all he needed to do was tell him to find Julien and the familiar would do the rest.

Al: jumped under the scrutinizing gaze of the man who appeared. It was a witch, but he felt different then him and Ed did. It was undeniably dark magic.

“This witch is what you’ve been looking for! The one you need the spell for, he’ll work! You said you needed a witch with white aura to raise stronger dead things right, boss?" The cat meowed at Nikko. The thing swung its legs and pawed at Nikkos hand trying to be released.

"A necromancer," Al determined quietly to himself. Al wasn't sure what to make of this. On one hand, he'd read that Necromancers are rather weak compared to other magics, ecspecially dark. However, there was also a time when necromancers succeeded in capturing white witches, keeping them as stock for potions and spells. When they did that, necromancers were incredibly strong. White witches could be rare and Al never thought himself to be one, just a simple earth witch. They'd made a mistake but Al wasn't sure if that mattered now. What did matter was that Al was stronger than the witch before him. So he would go on the offensive.

"I'm NOT a white witch!" Al shouted then hastily dropped to one knee, digging his hands into the dirt. Luckly, he felt not one but two roots. With a loving brush of his fingers, the roots sprung to life, breaking from the ground with the speed of a horse. One root shot out and thickened with bushy leaves to push and block the necromancer away from Al. The other shot up and Al held on while it lifted him onto the rooftop of the nearby building. It was a tricky thing to do in the light of day where commoners could see but he couldn't think about that just now.

Once on top of the building he ran. Calling over his shoulder he spoke to the root. "Go down, please!" Knowing that anyone could climb the root and catch up to him.

Roy: Before Ed could try to muster up something small, almost as if he summoned the man himself, Ed heard a loud authoritative voice shout. "Put down your weapons and put your hands above your head!" The men looked at the officer, completely unimpressed or scared whatsoever.

"What's this? Another cop?" One practically groaned, knocking the weapon he had on his shoulder idly.

"You asked about killing regular people kid?" The one in white said, his grin just as wide. "Even if you are a regular kid, we're still gonna torture you."

Anger surged through Roy as he heard the sick man talk. "I said---!" he bagan. Swiftly, the man in white jerked a hand gun out of his pocket, and shot Roy.

Nikko couldn't help but sigh while Al started his Great Escape. He gave a baleful look at Barry, "You truly don't know the meaning of subtlty, do you? when you stalk someone, youre supposed to do so in a way that they -dont- notice. Follow the kid, ill head him off but keep eyes on him." He tossed the near useless cat up to a fire escape and went a different direction, it was getting harder and harder to be a necromancer these days. raise a few dead things and suddenly youre the -bad guy- or something.

there were only a handful of places the little witch would run to- that he'd consider safe. he probably believes all the rumors about his kind too. that should make things easier at least. He reached out to the areas he knew the ittle witch would end up in, "раковина" now, wherever the little witch ended up, he'd be stuck. The ground doesn't only work for 'good' little witches, it was a vital part to his craft as well.



ed: at least it's a distraction ed couldn't help but think and took advantage. he shifted his thoughts, his magic into something more offensive and in the same breath stabbed something small, annoying, and hard to get out into the white one while pushing the entire group of assholes away, something that could be boiled down to a technical flaw in the car. He knew better than to think theyd believe it, but he didnt care so long as it got them -away- drugged or not Ed was powerful and wasn't afraid to play dirty. But that could wait.

he quickly stumbled his way to the cop, tryig to keep his head from swimming as he took in the damage, "Id do this a lot better if i wasn't so dizzy so this is gonna hurt and probably be real gross, so im sorry ahead of time." he placed a cool metal hand on Roy's forehead and dug in his pocket with the other and pulled out a wad of green leaves. he shoved them into his mouth and chewed them together while he pulled free the fabric covering the gunshot, then spat the green concoction onto it and pressed it in. heh, mouth magic