OH MY GOD!!! SAVE ME!!!! (Open)

[Onira]

He widened his stance, looking with those squinted orbs at the sign in the dirt. It was a simple sign. A circle, with one wavy and intricate symbol inside of it. A beginner-level symbology spell, but thus, it appeared just so... terrifying. Tears welled in his eyes.

"I'm going to die, and it's going to be long, and painful. Truly I will be ripped into the firey pits of hell for this."

Many, many tears began to fall around and off of his cheeks, but still he persevered! Slowly Onira drew out a stick, beginning to gingerly motion it to the circle a good three meters away from his own self. He was such a chicken! But, symbology was scary. It was so... different!

"That's it. This will surely be the end of me. I'm going to become a smokie. No! Worse. I'll be a hot dog! I'm going to be some fat guys lunch in the next two minutes, and it'll just be because of this stupid circle! No! I didn't mean that! I love you circle! You're my FAVOURITE!"

He prodded it with the stick, trying to focus as much as to get some energy into it. It seemed he succeeded. But, what was that buzzing sound?

"OH MY GOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!"

He turned on his heel and began to charge around the plains-like training grounds at almost monsterous speeds, tears falling behind him at near bullet-level velocity.

"RUN AWAY!!! IT'S A BEE!!!!!"

Behind the alchemist was a giant sectional creatue of yellow and black, itself hovering only inches off the ground but still moving at high speeds, and always staring with those honeycomb-like bug eyes! Gah!

"DON'T HURT M-"

At a good two-hundred miles an adrenaline-full hour, his face pressed against a tree of death! It was almost like a rubber band in it's stretchiness, but the hang time! It was almost as if time had stopped for those few moments, and the next few weren't so clear either.

At easily double his running speed, Onira shot backwards from the elastic tree, himself like a nice big cannonball to the bee's head. Sadly, that bee's hovering push was not near Onira's catapult speed, and the two fell backwards a good twenty meters of dust-filled terror and agony. But of course, it would not end so peacefully.

At the end of their twenty meters was the hill to hell, as would be named for the rest of one's life time. And so began their high-angled descent downwards, one hoping that consciousness had left the young adult known as Onira. Of course, if he hadn't already, the good forty meters of constant tumbling with a giant bug would do it.

God have mercy!

OOC: As you may be able to detect, a little bit of personal joy was felt while writing this. Heheh...

[Roy Atenwood]

"ORAAA!"

With a war cry that seemed to shake the field itself, Roy leapt into action. He drew the thirty-five pound Iron Spear from his belt, and extended it as he thrusted it toward the bee.

He skewered it cleanly. Leaving te Iron Spear in place, he pulled Judas's spear from his back, and skewered it with that as well. Kiking off of the spears, and into a backflip, he scramed "IGNUS!", and threw two large fireballs, followed by a third, even larger one at it.

He landed, and once tghe smoke cleared, he picked up the holy spear, and placed it on his back once more, and retracted the iron spear, placing it on his belt once more.

He ran at a decent clip, and stopped the man from rolling down the hill as well.

"You all right?", Roy said, in a friendly tone of voice.

[Onira]

"What the he-"

Onira's surprised yell was paused for a quick vomet suggestion all over the man who had apparently saved him. He wasn't actually too sure. The last little while had been a little hazey.

"I'm-"

He hurled again, this time on the ground. He would begin to try and get up, his sense of balance much more deteriorated than one had hoped, and himself doing another two backwards somersaults almost as soon as he got to his feet proved it. Luckily stopping wasn't as much of an issue the second time, his feet nailing into the ground and keeping his face now planted steadily against the hill.

"You know, after loosing my lu-"

Yet again, the light green, creamy liquid flowed out of him for a moment, the small stream slowly flowing down the hill.

"I could go for a chili dog. How about y-"

Hurl. It was just getting old, now.

"Are you in?"

[Roy Atenwood]

"Just a minute. Let me clean up. You puked in my HAIR."

Roy laughed and shook his head, as he walked away. He went a good ten feet, before generating a huge whirlwind around himself, his hair and clothes flapping madly.

A moment later, he was clean, and diddn't smell of vomit.

He walked back over, and said "Maybe you should visit the medical wing, dude. You don't look too good."

[Onira]

"The face isn't the important part. But, I guess it does help the important bits, so maybe I'll give the hospital a visit. But..."

Onira's voice was still as strong as it ever was, making one almsot believe that another person was talking, and certainly not the battered and bruised carcus laying there at the moment. It was kind of sad really.

"Well, I may need a little help. You see, my feet are kind of impaled into the ground, so if you could remove them from the dirt, that would be great. Of couyrse, you don't have to. Laying with my face in the dirt is kind of erotic, really. You know, if you could just make a hole at about my hip level I'll be fine, really."

He smiled somewhat mischievously, the savior by now if not either disgusted then confused. Onira could do that. Quite easily, in-fact.

[Roy Atenwood]

"Are you for real? When did they let you out of the nuthouse?"

Roy started laughing, and walked away, shaking his head. This guy was a real funnyman. People like this were annoying as hell, and Roy diddn't like being toyed with. Not since he fought with Felodar Kindfang.

"Tell you what, when you're ready to be serious, I'll let you out."

[Onira]

Onira chuckled weakely at the comment. He wasn't the most perceptive of people, but by his words, it seemed the stranger wasn't enjoying his comedic stylings for the time. He seemed to be quite serious, a tip he was trying to pass on to Onira.

"Sorry, but I'm not too good at being serious. I can be when I need to be, but I generally don't want to or need to be. Lcukily, though..."

Onira prest his palms against the ground next to him, one of them lighting up with the alchemic tattoo drawn into it. The ground instantly loosened it's grip around Onira's feet, the young man taking the time and pushing himself up. He stood there for a moment, beginning suddenly to slowly hike his way up the hill. Of course, he didn't go for long.

A few steps up, the ball of Onira's foot pushed out a rock beneath him, sending the alchemist quite quickly back to the ground on his face, with back arched dramatically and feet in-front of his head. This was going from bad to worse.

With a muffled voice he spoke.

"This is just pathetic, isn't it?"

[Roy Atenwood]

"Just a little, but it isn't too bad."

Roy held his hand out to the clumsy alchemist, trying to stifle a laugh. He had the bee's stinger in his left hand, and he held his right hand out to the young man, his blue-grey eyes, which had been quite cold-looking in hte past few days, were friendly looking.

"You alright? Was that Alchemy?"

[Onira]

Onira struggled to let his legs fall back, getting him into a "laying on his face" position, which was considerably mroe comfortable. This time, though, instead of using alchemy, he just pushed himself to his knees, and finally pulled to his feet with help from the stranger's offered hand. He spoke lightly.

"Thanks."

Standing up at a bit of an angle so as not to fall down again, Onira patted himself off, answering the stranger's question as he did so.

"I'm alright. I'm also happy to see that you would recognize alchemy. Not too many alchemists around here. Or so I can find. It can make a guy feel a little left out, ya know?"

Onira smiled, finished patting himself off and now standing. He extended a hand out to the stranger.

"Anyways. I'm Onira, and I would request to know the name of my terrific savior. But..."

Onira looked over the guy, thinking a few things somewhere within his mind. Some good. Some bad. Msot very, very ugly.

"May I ask HOW exactly you stopped that smoldering bee over there?"

[Roy Atenwood]

"May I ask HOW exactly you stopped that smoldering bee over there?"

Roy blinked twice, in an almost comic fashion. Nobody had ever actually asked him something like that, and he had never actually had to explain it.

"I just sorta stabbed it with my spears, and set it on fire. It's the same way I take care of most giant monsters like that. It's effective, because the spears are so damn heavy, and fire is...well..damn effective against most creatures."

Roy laughed, and examined the stinger. It was in perfect condition, and worth quite a bit of money to an apothecary.

"I'm not an alchemist, I'm a Seer. I still recognize a few different forms of magic because I've "seen" so many of them."

He's gonna be pretty happy with what I say next.....

"Here, take this stinger. It's worth about 500 U.S. dollars at the apothecary in the city. The venom in that particular breed of bee is used to make antidotes for various poisons."

[Onira]

Onira laughed with the stranger at the comment, nodding to himself somewhere inside his head. It was true! Fire was quite effective in it's ability to kill most creatures. In-fact all of the worlds substances were effected in one way or another by temperature. It was just a fact!

The young alchemist couldn't help but be surprised by the next comment. Five-hundred dollars. Wait. Antidote? Ooooh...

"Really? You know, that's kind of strange, considering I summoned that thing! Well, I was actually trying to summon a bunny, but this is way better! I got something to play with!"

Onira took the stinger quickly, right away beginning to skip up the hall in somewhat ignorant bliss. Oh yes! It was a great day! Something to mess around with! Hooray! Hooray!

"Lalalalalalaaaaaaaaa..."

He turned around quickly, changing himself to instead moonwalk upwards in sloppy fashion, all the while singing to himself.

"I love it! I love it! Thank you thank you thank you!"

He began jumping up and down again, quite enjoying the moment. It couldn't GET any better!