@"Miralis"
Emmeline hummed to the music playing encouragingly in her ear. She had decided to take a break from studying the whole day away, and since it was warm and sunny, had decided to go jogging through the downtown area of the city. She was just about to turn onto the street that would lead back to the Academy, however, when she was thrown to the ground. The man that had ran head-first into her barely spared the downed woman a glance, instead sparing a quick moment to look over his shoulder before continuing on his mad dash around-- mostly through-- the crowded place. Huffing irritably, she stood and brushed herself off, a slightly troubled look crossing her features as she rubbed her butt; she just knew there'd be a bruise. Jerk.
And yet, when she turned to scowl at the retreating figure, two men in blue uniforms-- police-- took chase after the man, yelling for someone to stop him. Near immediately, the look in Emmeline's eyes hardened. The man had done something so wrong that it had garnered the attention of the police, and if that wasn't bad enough, was trying to run away.
Emmeline pulled the earphones out of her ears, wrapped the cord around her phone and set both in the small pack slung behind her back. From the same bag, she pulled out four fairly large daggers-- she'd had someone at the Academy well-versed in magic to make her a set of bags that were larger on the inside and could hold multiple things along with the blades she used as projectile weapons while still appearing and carrying like a small purse, a backpack, etc. Ah, the wonders of advanced magic. Once securing the bag shut, she was off, running after the police and the man.
It didn't take too long to catch up, as both parties had paved the way through the crowds for her. As she got a better look at the three, she deviated from their path, making a few right turns so she was running at them from their right. Seeing her chance, she narrowed her eyes in concentration even as she kept running, then singled out a dagger from the other three and threw. While the motion didn't appear any different than what you'd expect, the dagger didn't just go several feet away. No, it flew through the air, neatly pinning a section of the man's shirt to the brick wall he'd been running beside. The man jerked forward, momentum trying to carry him onward when he was stuck. Before he could rip his shirt free, she threw the other three daggers in smooth succession. One landed next to the first, while the other two pinned the man's pants to the wall. He was a sitting duck.
As the police, breathing heavily from the chase, ran up to the man, Emmeline made her way towards them, smiling reassuringly. "I simply wanted to help." She said before they could question her. Both stared bemusedly at the woman-- she was dressed in form-fitting gym clothes, long blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail--, before one of them gathered the man they had been chasing and the other tried helping her retrieve her daggers. The blades were embedded too deeply into the brick for him to pull out, though when Emmeline tried it, they slid out as if the building was made of smooth butter. This surprised them a bit, but easily shrugged it off-- they'd seen weirder on patrols when students of the Academy were out and about. They did offer her an escort back into the downtown area, but when she politely, if insistently, declined, they dragged the man away to the nearest precinct.
It was then that Emmeline realized she was in an obscure area of the city, a small frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. She knew she could defend herself if need be, but it was a slight nuisance to make her way back to the Academy-- they had run quite the distance from the downtown area, which would've been a jog of no less than ten minutes to the Academy.
Emmeline hummed to the music playing encouragingly in her ear. She had decided to take a break from studying the whole day away, and since it was warm and sunny, had decided to go jogging through the downtown area of the city. She was just about to turn onto the street that would lead back to the Academy, however, when she was thrown to the ground. The man that had ran head-first into her barely spared the downed woman a glance, instead sparing a quick moment to look over his shoulder before continuing on his mad dash around-- mostly through-- the crowded place. Huffing irritably, she stood and brushed herself off, a slightly troubled look crossing her features as she rubbed her butt; she just knew there'd be a bruise. Jerk.
And yet, when she turned to scowl at the retreating figure, two men in blue uniforms-- police-- took chase after the man, yelling for someone to stop him. Near immediately, the look in Emmeline's eyes hardened. The man had done something so wrong that it had garnered the attention of the police, and if that wasn't bad enough, was trying to run away.
Emmeline pulled the earphones out of her ears, wrapped the cord around her phone and set both in the small pack slung behind her back. From the same bag, she pulled out four fairly large daggers-- she'd had someone at the Academy well-versed in magic to make her a set of bags that were larger on the inside and could hold multiple things along with the blades she used as projectile weapons while still appearing and carrying like a small purse, a backpack, etc. Ah, the wonders of advanced magic. Once securing the bag shut, she was off, running after the police and the man.
It didn't take too long to catch up, as both parties had paved the way through the crowds for her. As she got a better look at the three, she deviated from their path, making a few right turns so she was running at them from their right. Seeing her chance, she narrowed her eyes in concentration even as she kept running, then singled out a dagger from the other three and threw. While the motion didn't appear any different than what you'd expect, the dagger didn't just go several feet away. No, it flew through the air, neatly pinning a section of the man's shirt to the brick wall he'd been running beside. The man jerked forward, momentum trying to carry him onward when he was stuck. Before he could rip his shirt free, she threw the other three daggers in smooth succession. One landed next to the first, while the other two pinned the man's pants to the wall. He was a sitting duck.
As the police, breathing heavily from the chase, ran up to the man, Emmeline made her way towards them, smiling reassuringly. "I simply wanted to help." She said before they could question her. Both stared bemusedly at the woman-- she was dressed in form-fitting gym clothes, long blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail--, before one of them gathered the man they had been chasing and the other tried helping her retrieve her daggers. The blades were embedded too deeply into the brick for him to pull out, though when Emmeline tried it, they slid out as if the building was made of smooth butter. This surprised them a bit, but easily shrugged it off-- they'd seen weirder on patrols when students of the Academy were out and about. They did offer her an escort back into the downtown area, but when she politely, if insistently, declined, they dragged the man away to the nearest precinct.
It was then that Emmeline realized she was in an obscure area of the city, a small frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. She knew she could defend herself if need be, but it was a slight nuisance to make her way back to the Academy-- they had run quite the distance from the downtown area, which would've been a jog of no less than ten minutes to the Academy.
