The Searing Flame Elementalist

Favorite of every Firestarter, Lady of of the Flame, Dragon's Fang - Your worst nightmare, or hottest fantasy. Careful -- I'll watch you burn.

[ladyopalescence]

To the Victor goes the Spoils || Mina/Naomi

Tea. Perhaps he only thing she knew how to make for herself, the remains of their shared indian food was already stashed in the fridge and the sound of a shower could be heard from the floor above. The lights were low on this level though, barely more then the amber glow of a couple of candles and the smell of her tea wafted into the air.

It was strange having Mina back, it’d been several years, and she couldn’t personally remember the last time Mina had slept in her home. The fiery red head was recovering well though, thanks to…well…plenty of indian food and rest. Had Naomi known she was in such danger sooner though…?

Gods…she couldn’t lose her brother and Mina so close together.

She shook those thoughts from her head though and brought the cup up lightly to blow at the steam and made her way back to the couch to settle in the plush cushions and watch the low, idle flames of the fireplace. 

[minamaefair]

The water was, perhaps, the best thing she’d felt in years. After the long ordeals of the past few months, a simple moment to breathe, to enjoy having a stomach full and a back starting to heal, she could move again, and enjoy the company of the world once more. Mina could feel her strength starting to return, in part by the calming, constant presence of the woman down stairs, waiting for her. 

It wasn’t hard to know exactly what she wanted to do, once the water was turned off. She pulled her hair into a towel for a moment, squeezing the moisture out before the ends simply started to smoke and curl themselves, steam rising from her head as she settled in front of the mirror. A brief look, a check of her cheeks and neck with a contented purr, and she was off again. The towel for her hair was the only thing between her skin and the air of the house as she started down the stairs again, the length of it wrapped loosely around her breasts, her eyes falling first on Naomi. 

"Well, if that isn’t a serious face…" 

[ladyopalescence]

"It seems I’m plagued with the condition of such a face." She mused, looking to her with a soft smile and a slowly raised brow. "You’re looking much better, I think the shower’s done you well. Would you like some tea? It’s the only thing I can really make, as you well know. Though, as I recall you are quite a  bit better at it." She smiled, offering the cup over to her.

Mina was…a fine distraction, but perhaps too much of a distraction..? Naomi’s eyes lingered for a moment before she got up again to head into the kitchen to start another mug for more tea. She couldn’t help but wonder if it wouldn’t have been a better plan for Mina to stay with War for this time. Elementalists understood each other on a more…elemental level after all. 

[minamaefair]

Mina sighed and settled into Naomi's place on the couch comfortably. "I'll take the tea, but just bring it with the bag still in, I'll take care of the rest." She agreed with a chuckle, curling her legs gently. 

"Water can do wonders. So can food, and sleep. I'm sure I'll regret eating so much tomorrow, but who knows - maybe not..." It was easy conversation, even as her eyes were tracking Naomi's movements, searching for signs, waiting for a proper moment...

"Being serious was never my strong suit. Maybe, though...its warranted this time..." Nearly dying had been sobering, more than even she had the desire to admit just yet. 

"...what's become of Jamie now?" 

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

minamaefair started following you

[minamaefair]

She accepted her fingers, kissing the back of her knuckles gently. “I am an uncommon thing, it seems. All the same, I come with good tidings.” She arched a brow with a widening smile. “You see, you and I, we have had common enemies.” 

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

Common enemies?

Now the hand she held out curled towards a fist. “Oh, enemies we hold in common? What is your enemy’s name?” The Countess raised a brow over how quickly their discussion ran towards the mutual hatred. Who would be an enemy of this one? “Why?”

[minamaefair]

She lifted her fingers in a small gesture of submission. "They had many names, though their intent was the death of your Mesmer, and of his kin, of a Char-beast by the name of War, and a Sylvari that now resides nearby." She explained.

"The enemy is dead. I saw to it that they burned and left nothing, not even their wretched weapons, behind." The effort had nearly killed her, granted, but it seemed to have been well worth it, for it ensured more than one life a little more security. 

"All the same, once I had recovered, I thought to find you. You'll forgive my honesty in saying that Naomi pointed me in your direction." She bowed again, though she doubted honesty needed too much apology. 

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

minamaefair started following you

[minamaefair]

"Mina Maefair. The pleasure is mine, I’m certain - I find myself in beautiful company, after all." She gave a light bow with a grin. "Something tells me I should learn your name." 

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

"Yes, all should be aware of my name. I am The Countess," she answered, her hand held out for the young woman to kiss, to shake, or to place a few rings upon them. All of them were acceptable forms to bestow honor upon her. "Maefair, an uncommon name around these streets of London."

[minamaefair]

She accepted her fingers, kissing the back of her knuckles gently. "I am an uncommon thing, it seems. All the same, I come with good tidings." She arched a brow with a widening smile. "You see, you and I, we have had common enemies." 

[minamaefair]

OoC: Lol

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[theoriginalbloodcountess]

ooc; -Throws more wood on the fire-

[minamaefair]

OoC: Her body is ready. xDDD

[minamaefair]

OoC: Lol

"I'd like to light her fire, mmhm..." 

AND Just like that, Jamie now has something else to be worried about. 

Mina might have a girl crush, and it isn't just on Naomi. >_> 

Talk about a well-aged milf, uhf! 

*snicker-death* The arguments that happen in my head sometimes!

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

minamaefair started following you

"Now you hold the hair of my own and I wonder if you are from the lands of the red ones. What is your name?"

[minamaefair]

"Mina Maefair. The pleasure is mine, I'm certain - I find myself in beautiful company, after all." She gave a light bow with a grin. "Something tells me I should learn your name." 

[ladyopalescence]

To the Victor goes the Spoils || Mina/Naomi

Tea. Perhaps he only thing she knew how to make for herself, the remains of their shared indian food was already stashed in the fridge and the sound of a shower could be heard from the floor above. The lights were low on this level though, barely more then the amber glow of a couple of candles and the smell of her tea wafted into the air.

It was strange having Mina back, it’d been several years, and she couldn’t personally remember the last time Mina had slept in her home. The fiery red head was recovering well though, thanks to…well…plenty of indian food and rest. Had Naomi known she was in such danger sooner though…?

Gods…she couldn’t lose her brother and Mina so close together.

She shook those thoughts from her head though and brought the cup up lightly to blow at the steam and made her way back to the couch to settle in the plush cushions and watch the low, idle flames of the fireplace. 

[minamaefair]

The water was, perhaps, the best thing she'd felt in years. After the long ordeals of the past few months, a simple moment to breathe, to enjoy having a stomach full and a back starting to heal, she could move again, and enjoy the company of the world once more. Mina could feel her strength starting to return, in part by the calming, constant presence of the woman down stairs, waiting for her. 

It wasn't hard to know exactly what she wanted to do, once the water was turned off. She pulled her hair into a towel for a moment, squeezing the moisture out before the ends simply started to smoke and curl themselves, steam rising from her head as she settled in front of the mirror. A brief look, a check of her cheeks and neck with a contented purr, and she was off again. The towel for her hair was the only thing between her skin and the air of the house as she started down the stairs again, the length of it wrapped loosely around her breasts, her eyes falling first on Naomi. 

"Well, if that isn't a serious face..." 

[minamaefair]

Bottling Flame || {minamaefair}

[bossybastard]

Cinaed glanced to her and chuckled softly with a small nod as he filled her a small glass of wine. He brought it to her on the couch before settling in the seat opposite to her.

"If they don’t live up to your expectations then they have not lived up to mine. Trust me, they’ve never failed. It does help rather a lot to have a dragon guarding the vaults too." he chuckled with a small nod.

"Though, I have to wonder what a petit lass like yourself did to earn an angry mob? Are you sure they don’t just want what you’re teasing them with?" He asked with a slightly devilish smirk. This woman was a flirt, he could see it in how she held herself, any mention to that effect would only be complements. 

[minamaefair]

She laughed quietly as she took the glass, shaking her head. “Oh, I’m certain they did want what I was teasing them with, but it hardly mattered.” They were nothing but ashes at this point. “Perhaps I should warn you that I’ve sparked a bit of a full-blown revolution in my little sector of the world.” She sat back, taking a small drink. 

It was quite good. She ran her tongue over her lower lip as she considered the best way to put the rest of it. 

"I’m an elemental…I don’t know what all made it into the file that you’ve got on me, but I’ve just removed a rather large army that was amassing to take out a few people that I couldn’t afford to lose. They first attempted to send me out on the job of taking them down. I refused, of course. When the party arrived to do the job, I sent the place up in a searing inferno." She made a small bloom with her hand to animate her commentary. 

"So, as you can imagine, I need a new safe place to put my weapons, my armor, and a few other more delicate things, where I won’t have to worry about it falling into the wrong hands. I also need to be able to get my hands on them reliably, should I need them again.” 

[bossybastard]

"I see! Quite the little rebel." He commented with a small  smirk and an approving nod. He settled back in the couch as he considered her for a moment, "Sounds to me like a mass of fools underestimating their foes, though to be fair I don’t think it sounds wise for anyone to cross you. I might go so far as suggesting that I may have some work for you to do, to help…pad your account. Beyond that I think we would be able to satisfy your needs. We have safe vaults all over the world, we can help you select one that is most convenient for you, it can also be moved with a day’s notice if you’d like." 

[minamaefair]

Mina smiled lightly, unable to help the ever-present rush that came with compliment. "I would be certain to lend you an ear, if you had a proper proposal. I don't usually come cheap, but I imagine we can work something out quite nicely." A nod, as she took another drink, her fingers curling around the stem of the glass as she considered the liquid inside. 

"There are also a few things that I am always in the market for, things I'm not certain if you carry, but things I'm certain you could find if you knew where to look and who to ask."  And she certainly knew everyone to 'ask' when it came to getting what she needed. 

"They made the mistake of leaving me alive...and they made the mistake of letting me see far too much while they thought I was too busy preening to notice. I'm sure that could spell some gains, at the very least in information, for you." 

[minamaefair]

[minamaefair]

Bottling Flame || {minamaefair}

[bossybastard]

Cinaed had anticipated this client for the evening, though even as she entered he finished signing the last few documents that had been dropped on his desk. He knew her file though, a rather interesting one and her name was new to him, which was always a curious matter.

"Judging by what you’ve suggested we keep for you, Mina," He inclined his head lightly to her, in respect to her distaste for surnames, "I would think you know the true nature of this company?" He asked with one raised brow, moving to stand now and walk around his desk with her file in hand. 

"Please, make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?" He offered by way of common practiced courtesy with his clients. There was a comfortable seating area that he gestured to, with large, dark leather couches. "I have some very fine wine?" He offered, moving to open a small bar in the wall with a small collection of glasses and bottles. 

[minamaefair]

"I have a very good idea of what it is that you do." She agreed with a nod and a small smile, arching a brow. "Not that I wouldn’t love details at some point." She settled, crossing her legs out of habit, despite the fact that she was in pants and a rather modest blouse just then. Still too thin, too frail, to be content in her typical dress just yet. 

Alcohol, too, sounded like a disaster for her just then, but she knew better than to deny herself when her desire flared for something. “Just a bit, thank you.” There would be time for indulging again.

"I will admit that I knew of your business and its general practices long before needing them was something I had to consider. But, now that I do - it makes the choice all the easier. I can only hope that your security lives up to my expectations. Much as I imagine it hard to believe, I have quite an angry mob after me, and after some of my things." 

[bossybastard]

Cinaed glanced to her and chuckled softly with a small nod as he filled her a small glass of wine. He brought it to her on the couch before settling in the seat opposite to her.

"If they don’t live up to your expectations then they have not lived up to mine. Trust me, they’ve never failed. It does help rather a lot to have a dragon guarding the vaults too." he chuckled with a small nod.

"Though, I have to wonder what a petit lass like yourself did to earn an angry mob? Are you sure they don’t just want what you’re teasing them with?" He asked with a slightly devilish smirk. This woman was a flirt, he could see it in how she held herself, any mention to that effect would only be complements. 

[minamaefair]

She laughed quietly as she took the glass, shaking her head. "Oh, I'm certain they did want what I was teasing them with, but it hardly mattered." They were nothing but ashes at this point. "Perhaps I should warn you that I've sparked a bit of a full-blown revolution in my little sector of the world." She sat back, taking a small drink. 

It was quite good. She ran her tongue over her lower lip as she considered the best way to put the rest of it. 

"I'm an elemental...I don't know what all made it into the file that you've got on me, but I've just removed a rather large army that was amassing to take out a few people that I couldn't afford to lose. They first attempted to send me out on the job of taking them down. I refused, of course. When the party arrived to do the job, I sent the place up in a searing inferno." She made a small bloom with her hand to animate her commentary. 

"So, as you can imagine, I need a new safe place to put my weapons, my armor, and a few other more delicate things, where I won't have to worry about it falling into the wrong hands. I also need to be able to get my hands on them reliably, should I need them again." 

[minamaefair]

There was word passed ahead of an account being opened - a score being made and settled all in one meeting, and she intended to get what she wanted. Thankfully, for both herself and the man sitting in the office that she was being shown to, she was going to be using her most pleasant techniques to get what she desired. 

Especially because what she wanted came from very few sources. 

She stepped inside, glad for the cover of her more modest, full-length garment, as she waited to be addressed. “Cinaed, isn’t it? You’ll forgive me, I generally keep sir names out of my conversations.” Her own was for his eyes, but not for his lips, at least not yet. 

"I hope you’re the one I should have called for an account of my…" Size was hardly the correct term, in financial matters, her holdings weren’t too large. But what they contained were of a value that few understood enough to even see. "…security level." 

[bossybastard]

Cinaed had anticipated this client for the evening, though even as she entered he finished signing the last few documents that had been dropped on his desk. He knew her file though, a rather interesting one and her name was new to him, which was always a curious matter.

"Judging by what you’ve suggested we keep for you, Mina," He inclined his head lightly to her, in respect to her distaste for surnames, "I would think you know the true nature of this company?" He asked with one raised brow, moving to stand now and walk around his desk with her file in hand. 

"Please, make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?" He offered by way of common practiced courtesy with his clients. There was a comfortable seating area that he gestured to, with large, dark leather couches. "I have some very fine wine?" He offered, moving to open a small bar in the wall with a small collection of glasses and bottles. 

[minamaefair]

"I have a very good idea of what it is that you do." She agreed with a nod and a small smile, arching a brow. "Not that I wouldn't love details at some point." She settled, crossing her legs out of habit, despite the fact that she was in pants and a rather modest blouse just then. Still too thin, too frail, to be content in her typical dress just yet. 

Alcohol, too, sounded like a disaster for her just then, but she knew better than to deny herself when her desire flared for something. "Just a bit, thank you." There would be time for indulging again.

"I will admit that I knew of your business and its general practices long before needing them was something I had to consider. But, now that I do - it makes the choice all the easier. I can only hope that your security lives up to my expectations. Much as I imagine it hard to believe, I have quite an angry mob after me, and after some of my things." 

[minamaefair]

[minamaefair]

There was word passed ahead of an account being opened - a score being made and settled all in one meeting, and she intended to get what she wanted. Thankfully, for both herself and the man sitting in the office that she was being shown to, she was going to be using her most pleasant techniques to get what she desired. 

Especially because what she wanted came from very few sources. 

She stepped inside, glad for the cover of her more modest, full-length garment, as she waited to be addressed. "Cinaed, isn't it? You'll forgive me, I generally keep sir names out of my conversations." Her own was for his eyes, but not for his lips, at least not yet. 

"I hope you're the one I should have called for an account of my..." Size was hardly the correct term, in financial matters, her holdings weren't too large. But what they contained were of a value that few understood enough to even see. "...security level." 

[minamaefair]

New Flames || Mina/War/Naomi

[minamaefair]

She knew the voices, of course - her favorite Kitten, it seemed, was Dhuum’s messenger as well as her Mesmer. That, or they had both died, and were really coming to greet her in the Underworld. Still, she tried to stay awake, her head rotating to face the ceiling again before she tried to drag herself up, managing only to crook onto her side, resting her head on her elbow. 

She couldn’t help a swell of unreasonable amusement as she watched the bars shatter, her eyes slipping closed again. 

"Did you let her wear white…?" 

[professor-war]

War chuckled and shook her great head, “Oh no, Cub, you know just as well as I do that no one tells miss prissy what to wear.” She mused, ignoring the look she was sure the mesmer was attempting to burrow into the back of her head. “Don’t exhaust yourself, come here, you want a piggy back?” She asked, trying to control the disapproving twitch of her muzzle at the words, but she moved into the cell and began to carefully scoop her up. 

[ladyopalescence]

Naomi huffed and shook her head, damn right no one told her what to wear, but the commentary wasn’t needed just then. “We have Aethenial waiting in the wing.” She said gently, hanging back by the bars to give War space to carry Mina out. “Once we have you clear of here she might be able to give you a little blood boost until we can get you somewhere safe.”

[minamaefair]

Mina reached for her with infirm fingers, her head falling against War's large shoulders, her arm looping around one of her horns as she stretched around her neck like a decorative frill. "Just promise...you're not the reaper." She sighed, sagging with her eyes closed against her head, arms limp. "...thought you were gone." She admitted quietly, looking over at Naomi for a moment, her eyes working at the corners, though not a drop appeared around her eyes, even as they fell closed. "Glad they didn't get you, either." She patted gently at War's head. 

[minamaefair]

New Flames || Mina/War/Naomi

[ladyopalescence]

Naomi gave the charr a look. Yes, she understood Cinderseeker’s protest to her wardrobe, but it was going to be pointedly ignored. “What could have happened here..?” She asked with a frown, staying close and with in Cinderseeker’s heat shield, but bending to get a closer look at another pile of ash nearby. “It doesn’t look as if they were in battle. What ever happened took them by surprise…I don’t think we needed the full party after all…” She mused and moved to stand again, her gaze turning and locking down the hall. 

"There….I can hear her…" She knew that magic, that spark, how ever weak it was just then. "Mina." She was off, down the hall, and briefly exposed to the heat that was trapped in these stone walls. It was like running through an oven set on high, but the relief of Cinderseeker’s shield returned suddenly as the charr turned and bounded after her to catch up. 

They were running down a spiral case of stairs to the dungeon below. Everything was, indeed, dead. Nothing but ashes and char marks on the wall. “Mina!” Naomi’s voice seemed to echo in the eerie silence of this place.

[minamaefair]

Her throat was dry and cracked, though the rest of her felt rather wonderful in the heat; the stone wasn’t cold anymore. The world seemed perfectly stalled in an endless summer to her addled mind, and she could only manage a quiet whimper through the fog - 

She knew that voice. But it was impossible. She was hallucinating. She was dead, and Dhuum had taken a rather cruel disguise. Still, she couldn’t help the small brush of joy through her numbed mind, her attention struggling out.

Her eyes fluttered open, her head turning towards the door of the cell. There was the faintest flicker of a spark, before the remains of the torch outside of her prison bars lit itself and acted as a beacon. The fire didn’t last long, however, even in the heat, as the bare ashes burned themselves out again in short order, the entire thing crumbling to the ground, echoed only with a somewhat defeated, quieter sound of her disapproval. 

[ladyopalescence]

"There~!" Naomi gasped and the hard ‘click’ of her heal echoed in the heated chamber. She darted down the hall, War right on her tail until she came to the cell. "By Lyssa’s Grace….Mina!" It was a terrible sight to see, the redheaded elementalist on the last lengths of her strength. Naomi didn’t think when she reached out for the bars of the cell; wanting to break them, but only finding them to be scorching hot. She gasped and recoiled, her gloves burned and the skin beneath raw.

[professor-war]

War hissed and shook her head, “What did you think would happen, Prissy. Stand back. You just hold on cub,” She turned to Mina then, sheathing her daggers and clenching her clawed fists in preparation. “We’re going to get you out of here.” She smirked lightly, a burst of chilled water breathing through the heat of the room and engulfing War’s paws. She reached for the bars then and with a snarl she began to pull apart the already brittle metal; a hiss of water against heated metal filling the room. There was a final crumble of earth as the stone beneath their feet jumped to life at War’s bidding as well and shot up; splintering the bars and breaking open an exit for her before retracting back into the ground. 

[minamaefair]

She knew the voices, of course - her favorite Kitten, it seemed, was Dhuum's messenger as well as her Mesmer. That, or they had both died, and were really coming to greet her in the Underworld. Still, she tried to stay awake, her head rotating to face the ceiling again before she tried to drag herself up, managing only to crook onto her side, resting her head on her elbow. 

She couldn't help a swell of unreasonable amusement as she watched the bars shatter, her eyes slipping closed again. 

"Did you let her wear white...?" 

[minamaefair]

[minamaefair]