Looking for her Darkness

[Surreal]

Surreal heard the soft sound of barely audible footsteps a floor beneath her as she walked to the throne room. Scowling slightly, Surreal looked down at the floor, her waist-length aqua hair spilling forward over her face. Aqua eyes glinting, she looked back up, pulled her hair into place, and set off at the heart of the footsteps: the High Elven Armory. Already had she found a young man in the armory, but she had taken pity on the would-be warrior. These footsteps, however, sounded like that of a trained person.

A few steps forward and Surreal decided the intruder might be gone by the time she made it down the stairs. She closed her bright aqua eyes, dark blue light weaving over her body tightly. Suddenly she was gone from the hallway.

Setting softly on the ground, Surreal smiled cruelly at the intruding woman. "Do you wish to tell me why it is, exactly, that you are in the High Elven Armory without being authorized?"

[Surreal]

((nope. also, how does your character know my character is the archmage? it isn't written on her forehead...))

"Oh, is that what you think?" Surreal asked, raising a delicate eyebrow. Her hands moved cooly to her weapons, showing that she had acknowledged the underlying threat and had a strong suggestion that it be retracted. "I do happen to know, my dear intruder, that these swords are not kept so that they can be taken by just anyone who thinks the sword is 'calling to them.' Futhermore, I doubt that any sword in this particular area 'called' to you, because none are bestowed with magic. We wouldn't want any of the non-magical authorized soldiers to get any harmful backlash."

Surreal let her eyes slide like poison over Mesmera. "You seem to hold yourself in high regard. Not a very wonderful trait for anyone to have, that is. Vanity can cause the loss of a battle."

Her own body was held with the slightly tensed stance of a warrior, her clothes straight from a fight scene since she never felt like getting them tailored. Surreal's top was orange, ending just under her ample breasts. She wore short shorts with ha knife strapped to the outside of her right leg and armor on both kneecaps. Over it all was a mesh tunic, sliced right across her stomach, exposing the midnight blue belly ring. Three other piercings graced her thin, strong form: a nose piercing and two earrings, all in the same midnight blue color. To any guy, Surreal's outfit would be a distraction. To any warrior, Surreal's outfit would be a proclamation of courage in battle, the courage which used only knee and elbow armor coupled with battle-scarred clothes on a pale canvas of well-toned mucles.

[Surreal]

(("Archmage" is not a type of power. Mage is the power. Archmage is the title. Be careful where your character steps, she's dealing with an assassin who's the top mage ^.^))

Surreal unsheathed her swords, moving even faster than the sorceress had as she was both assassin and powerful mage combined in one. She was in front of Mesmera again before a fraction of a second had passed. "I am not impressed with your show of power, it gave the feeling of a lack of control. You call me Archmage as though you know the meaning, but if you did you would not be so openly challenging me."

Surreal temporarily sheathed her swords, tied her hair back, letting it spill in a ponytail through the black bow and quiver strapped to her back, and finally redrew the swords. Now that she had become slightly angered and was glowing, two small knives could be seen on the inside of her arms, the sheaths of her swords hanging at her sides, and finally the original blade of her outfit showing its true length of a foot.

Surreal, eyes glinting, hands hanging loosely at her sides with the swords gripped tightly, smiled predatorialy at Mesmera. "I am Surreal SaDiablo, Love, and you would do well not to step on my toes while in the land I control."

[Surreal]

Surreal raised her brows, eyes questioning. "So I am fiery to fight?" she asked, no humor in her voice. "Listen, I've said it before and I'll say it again, authorization is required. All that means is you have to have someone guide you through these passages and make sure you don't take things without marking it down. Yet you felt that wasn't simple, no, easy, enough?"

Surreal began to play with the swords, swinging them around her slowly as she thought. "Also, the earth, last time I checked, does not keep track of these weapons. Therefore the earth, as you stated, has no power, no rule here, and we thus owe it nothing save for basic respect."

[Surreal]

Surreal clenched her fists, but tried to calm herself. She immediately knew where Mesmera was going to appear and thought about slicing the sorceress' throat right there. Instead, Surreal just pointedly watched as Mesmera approached the swords of Al'Querith. That movement sent Surreal into a flashback as she zoned out, going back to her first day as the High Elven Archmage.

"We want you to take these swords." The last time Surreal had seen the soldier, his throat had been pouring dark blood to the dusty ground of a battlefield, however she saw him as he had been that day.
Surreal had smiled at him and not even looked at the swords. "I do not want them. I am fine with my own weapons."
The youth's jaw had dropped. "But they...they are the swords of Al'Querith! He sacraficed his life to make these swords...the swords fabled to end the war between High Elves and Drow."
She had crouched, brought herself to eye level with the boy. "Ordinary weapons are all I need. I need not the help of magical swords. Yes, I know they, when used correctly, have unimaginable powers, but what is the use of winning when the battle was fought for you?" The boy had shut up, and Surreal had forgotten the swords even existed.

Surreal came back to reality after what seemed a lifetime, but was really only one second at most. By now the girl was picking up the swords. "Take them..." Surreal muttered. "Says more about you than you know to want those swords." She would have walked away, but she had to teach the foolish one a lesson. Surreal was anything but naive. That was why she, unlike many other elves who were unsurprisingly not even a challenge to Surreal, did not rely so very much on the planet. Respected it, yes. Loved it, yes. Trusted it to fight her battles? Hell no.

Surreal took her swords, swung them around once for power and let them go. In the blink of an eye they were embedded in the opposite wall on the other side of Mesmera. Each had passed less that a centimeter away from her head, which, if she had had her eyes open, would have looked like no more than a flash of light and would have felt like no more than a slight wind surrounding her to her skin.

The swords, which started glowing, disappeared from their hilt-deep embeddment in the pure stone wall and reappeared in Surreal's equally glowing hands. She turned on her heel then and took a step forward, the glow spreading from her hands to her entire body and she sped upward, disappearing through the floor to the upper level. Her foot connected with solid ground and she shook her head, Surreal's stride was even as she headed for her throneroom.

((A few sidenotes-as a general rper, not a staffmember. One, please don't godmod. And example of this is: Mesmera walked passed the Archmage without her seeing it. She was behind the woman before the woman knew it. First, that's telling me what my character knows and doesn't know. Second, my character is a trained assassin and the Archmage, I doubt she would lose track of a sorceress. That brings me to my next point, being, you have no profile. Who are you (this is not meant as the who are you of insults, just asking) to call my character young and naive one? Seriously, right there you've got nothing on my character. Your character would not know how old mine was, and she would not know how 'naive' my character might be. Finally, as Kiara says on Lady Carnage, the only people who can challenge immortals are the highest of a certain kind, meaning they have quite a bit of power. As such, you are neither immortal nor the highest of a certain kind. Please tread a bit more carefully with the highest of the kinds. This message is in no way angry, reprimanding or anything like that-just pretty pretty please with a cherry on top suggestions.))