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"Release me." The strange effects of the spell around her made her slowly calm. It was not a welcome feeling. She struggled, called upon initiate spells to free herself, and in the end just exhausted her strength. Her body went still and she settled a icy glare upon the little Witch.

"Are you in control?" The witch repeated, her voice lined with weariness.

"Perfectly." Was her dry reply.
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(You got me hooked on the color schemes!!!! ^.^U)

"What did you do to my Kyli?" Vixen asked again to the Ice Mage. "I don't trust you and Kyli is the only reason I didn't kill you so you better wake her before I really do kill you!"

She looked at the Ice Mage and drew her sword from it's sheath. "I mean it."

Everything have seemed to calm down again. The violent nutcase that was strangling him was now standing calmly, a little glare of hate came across her face, directed at the Songstress who had earlier spoken up. Paul helped himself up, his armband now on the floor, "Hey, I just wanted to get my armband. You were the one who endangered us all." He bent down and picked it up. e diverted his attention from the ice mage and the songstress and decided to deal wih them later after they got out of the cave. Now that the ice mage was awake and weakened, the ice that was preventing their escape could be easily broken.
Paul crafted a cylindrical mass of earth, thick on width and had a large frontal surface. Once it was perfectl shaped and smooth, he sent it flying towards the barrier of ice.
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Paul had picked up the armband. She had let it fall from her grip; she had been careless. Now, her bounty was once again together; she had no choice but to take his hand.

The Witch continued to watch her and she tried not to break the bonds that held her still. It would be too soon. Oh, she knew of the deal her swords had made. Foolish and impotent, but it would work to her advantage. She would make it her advantage.

The Boy struck out. A mass of Earth was hurled at the wall her Curse had created. Something about the sight made her laugh. It wasn't a pleasant laugh--or any of the kind--it was malicious, even chaotic and a bit mad. She continued to laugh as the Earth weapon crashed against the ice and when not even a nic was left behind she howled; her crazed laughter ringing throughout the cave.

"Nothing can escape the Curse," Sera cackled.

So this was how it would end.

The thought sprang unbidden to her mind. The Curse Mark would kill the three unwanted companions and the...pet, it would devour the rest of her conscious soul, and she would spend the rest of her mortal days wandering as an Ice-Hearted thing, destroying all in her path. Something in that future made her shiver with fear, effectively quelling the insanity she suffered from momentarily.

The bonds that held her released (Hope you don't mind that Lil Writer-sama ^.^U)and she turned towards the Witch, glancing at the one who held her sword at the ready. "Put that away." she said, exasperated. "I couldn't wake up your cat even if I wanted to." Sera turned back to the Witch. "I trust you are--comfortable." she mocked, raising an eyebrow in distain.

There was another crash and her eyes slid to the Boy. He was still hurling Earth at the Ice wall. ( Hope that's ok too. ><)

"The Ice will hold." she told him, knowing he probably wouldn't listen. Then she repeated: "Nothing can escape the Curse."

Paul dropped his mental grip on the earth and dropped it with a thud. It gave a loud and annoying echo that rang throught the cave, it subsided a few seconds later. "Great, now all we have to do is get you to undo it." Paul rolled his eyes to the Songstress, "A much harder task dont you think?" He wated for any sign of agreement and gave up a while later.
Paul leaned back against a stalagmite. At least the room wasnt that cold to his distaste. The Ice Mage, somewhat calmed down, less hostile than before. He looked over to the mistress who was tending to her panther.
A moment of silence as each one thought of what to do next while the demented maniac "Ice Princess" continued to laugh her head off. (Hope you dont mind that either >.<)
"Hey..." Paul tried to get the attention of the two remaining sane beings. THe mistress turned towards him, the songstress, still no sign of human expression but she was probably listening. "As far as I enjoy hanging out here, my guess is that all of us want to survive." Paul said, "I doubt any of you know a bit of curse lifting? Probing her mind for a solution or something of that sort I presume?" The Ice mage turned her glare at him, "Unless you'd want to help too. I mean, no offense and all but you, after trying to kill all of us," Paul chuckled, "Well, mostly me, I doubt that you're in the mood of helping." He raised his hand in an inviting manner as he said it. "Are you?"

"Ease it there," Paul shook his wrist free, "I'm no telepath". Paul rolled his eyes, "Talk about your schizophrenia, sheesh" He stood up and decided to walk around his little temporary home. The pot was frozen, melting, unusable at the moment. Nothing that could sustain a flame, no grass or patchof moss. It would take energy to keep the fire alight. There was nothing to do at all but do nothing.
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(Cant do anything right now, any one with a post that would push this little scene forward?)

(Well, until the other two post I doubt we'll be moving very far.)
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Sera watched as Paul made his way around the cave. It would be a very long time before her mark settled down or made more of an attempt to kill her "companions". Until then she could do nothing--none of them could. They all were at it's mercy.

She hated it.

Remembering the little Witch's earlier comment, she glanced at the ceiling of the cave. Perhaps she could do something about the temperature, but she couldn't do it alone.

"Paul," she called, bitting back her pride. "I need your help." The words almost choked her. Her features momentarily shifted into a mask of disgust as they left her lips, but she quickly schooled her features back into a look of stoicy (Too tired for spell check, sorry.). "When I lift the cold air I need you to heat the ground. Not enough to cause clashing fronts, but enough to heat a thin layer above the Earth." She turned to the two women. "It would mean we would have to sit to gain warmth. It's the best I can do."

A cough racked her body. She wasn't used to speaking this much. It was beginning to take it's toll.
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(...eh...I was going to post something more--of use shall we say?--, but I've got nothing. Dang it. Eheh. "Nothing" is considered a big post? I guess I've been away from my writing for too long.)

[Sorry took so long. Finally got my computer back!]
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Vixen sat next to Kyli, watching the three others carefully.
Kyli, please wake my child. I need you. Please... she thought, careful not to show her pain. Vixen sighed as she stood up and turned to the Ice Mage.

"Paul isn't the only one that can use fire, and judging on this ice; you might need my help. And even if you don't Paul," Vixen said turning to the arrogant boy; already anticipting his comment, "we may as well work together. Look all I want is for my Kyli to wake and get out of here as soon as possible."

Vixen turned back to Rosada, who was still holding her head, "Are you okay?" Vixen walked over to Rosada and stood beside her. She didn't even notice Pyra until she heard the hissing behind her.

"Oh Pyra, don't worry. As much as I hate to admit it, I have grown fond of Rosada and have no intention of hurting her." The little draki stopped hissing but still didn't trust Vixen.

"Now Rosada, are you okay?"
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[Once again sorry you guys. I know it's been forever, and the story is going great!]

{Hmm. You guys have made this a little chaotic. Kinda depressing drama, if you ask me, but then, I'm a terrible (or terrific? A Dedicated) cynic... .... And I don't apologize for not writing. I a) had terrible writer's block and b) way too much stuff to do, school wise and all...}
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Heat the floor? Rosada shook her head fuzzily. Why would any one heat the floor? That sounds insane.

Blinking incoherently, Rosada gazed around, observing the still frozen solid entrance, the three apparently trying to work together, and Pyra, still standing beside her.

Rosada had to stop and think for a moment to gather all that had gone on. And she was surprised that, for some reason, all the events were indeed within her mind. It was as if her mind had been occupied by someone else for a time, allowing (or forcing) her to forego control of her mentality, even as her mind still logged all that went on around her.

A curse She said? That's right, the swords mentioned something or other like that. What to do... oh. Rosada's eyes widened. Tugging tentatively on her geas to the Ice Mage, she observed an incredible fact: she could also feel the curse, which was practically a separate being. The swords, still at the same level of awareness that she'd sensed before, nevertheless took on an ominous cast as she now knew what (or who) they were. Or had been.

And they had mentioned that the Mark was obtaining its power from Sera's life force. So, logically, take that away, and it had no power.

Take--or block it from accessing it.

Impulsively--it had to be impulse, or else Rosada would have thought to ask Sera about it--the Sorceress reached out and into Sera's mind--ignored outraged protests--reached past Sera's mind, and gripped the curse. Like a heart, it pulsed grossly in her grasp, striving to obtain more power. {Was that controlling the character? Please don't take offense; I'm just really sick of this cave. Claustrophobic, and all... |_|}

With a firm thought, Rosada swiftly cut off all its access to Sera, and then she built a firm and unbreachable wall of protection between the two, using a mixture of spells and pure iron--and frustrated--will.

Finished, Rosada extracted herself directly from the Mark, finding it unnecessary to go through Sera again. Then she turned to the cave entrance, where ice was still glittering, and slammed her magic into it.

It shattered, easily enough, sprinkling them all with melting ice. Fresh, cool air rushed into their cave like gusts of wind, illustrating how close to losing it all they had been.

And they had wanted to add heat to the enclosure, Rosada thought, ruefully.

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{Am I getting yelled at for this? I thought it was a pretty good comeback, after such writer's block, but then, you guys do like to... control, for lack of a better word, a lot of the action. At least, when you're inspired... Otherwise, there doesn't seem to be much action.... *cringe* [Don't hurt me...]}

Sera blinked a moment as she felt the Curse's murmers in her mind receed. As she thought on why it was suddenly so silent, she became further amazed as the Little Witch suddenly slammed her magic into the ice wall, shattering it with hardly a thought.

The Little Witch turned and looked over her shoulder, eyes scanning the three and then locking gazes with Sera. "Let's go." Rosada said innocently enough. "Now."

The Ice Mage turned to the others and shrugged, quirking an eyebrow. "I guess we can leave now." She turned and moved past Rosada; never noticing the panther--who had been asleep (She really was!)-- open one eye, watch the Ice Mage pass by, then calmly rise to her feet, following her out.

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(There'd be more, but I ran out of time. Lil-writer-sama: I love you. ^.^)