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Post by Bee on Nov 30, 2007 2:08:06 GMT -5
Minh hit the sudden mass of cushioning grass, apparently knocked unconscious by the fall, and Monty went flying from her embrace like a ball from a cannon, rolling and shrieking unhappily until s/he finally collided with a tree and came to rest. Mnem, freed of the weight, managed to come to the ground more or less gracefully, hitting the earth at a slight run and slowing to a stop.
It was not much of a landing strip. The area was all trees and terribly unruly underbrush (there were very few plants that Mnem actually recognized, which was at once worrisome and extremely exciting--for a moment her mind was awash in plans of capturing specimens and cataloguing and examining, but that would need to come later, after they had assured their survival), and she could only hope that she had not taken them too far from the path.
The good news was that they weren't getting arrowed anymore, though it would probably be in their best interests to find whoever--or whatever--was responsible and politely ask it to stop.
She glanced over at Minh. Knocked out meant there was a decent likelihood of concussion, and she knew that the absolute worst thing to do to someone with a concussion was inflict more head trauma--second impact syndrome and all that messy drama.
So she merely slapped her lightly across the face and let flew a demanding chant of "Minh--Minh--wake up--MINH."
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 2, 2007 10:56:50 GMT -5
Bee and Dark both receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe. This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe. Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Dark on Dec 6, 2007 17:16:10 GMT -5
When Minh was about seven she'd tried unsuccessfully for about a week to unravel the mystery of flight--all she really accomplished was breaking the neighbor-boy's arm when he tried to save her from a broken neck, and the discovery that she really liked the sensation of free fall. Hitting the ground--not so much.
She's been eight the first time she'd knocked herself out. She'd been experimenting with the production of fireworks--which had seemed a fairly lucrative way to make money at the time, as her peers seemed overly fond of things that went BOOM, and, really, who could blame them. A rather avoidable miscalculation involving the amount of black powder took out most of her room, and quickly put at end to the endeavor--not by choice, but the hag would have nothing of it after that.
She got smashed for the first time when she was fifteen.
Somehow, in the fuddled, aching mess that was her brain all of these experiences aligned in a sort of order that was very similar and at the same time nothing at all like what she'd just experienced.
"Minh--Minh--wake up--MINH."
She cracked one eye open to stare balefully up at Mnem.
"Ow."
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Post by Bee on Dec 6, 2007 18:03:52 GMT -5
"Very eloquent, darling," said Mnem dryly, though she was quite happy that the feline seemed perfectly fine. A concussion would have been a terrible handicap, at this stage in the game, semi-stranded as they were in a strange wood with unknown assailants apparently trying to arrow them to death.
"Get up," she told Minh, as gently as she could. She looked warily at her surroundings, expecting something to jump out of the darkness and maul them. She still desperately wanted to know what was lurking out there, and why the devil they evidently wanted to kill Mnem and Minh. They weren't the first people to travel this path, after all. "We need to find our way back to the path, and figure out what the hell wants us dead."
They might find out sooner than she thought. Monty was growling furiously at something, clawing at the ground like s/he wanted to charge. Mnem backed away.
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Post by Dark on Dec 19, 2007 5:21:30 GMT -5
Minh managed to roll onto her side and curl into a miserable ball. While her aptitude for grass--something she had taken for granted, prior to almost falling to her death--had potential, obviously needed to work a bit harder at the whole control thing.
She hurt, damn it. She'd hit hard, and while it could have been a whole lot worse, it didn't make much of a difference as it were--her body still felt like one big, all encompassing bruise.
Levering herself up with a pained groan, she quirked an eyebrow as Monty began to growl. Her expression didn't change much as the bandits slowly materialized from the brush, accompanied their entourage of rapid looking banders. Huh.
The "leader" of the group of ruffians stepped forward, adopting a cock-hipped stance that reeked of self-assurance. "Give us y'r loot, or we'll feed yer ta our banders. They're feeling a might peekish, ya see."
Minh laughed. (They really should have issued that little threat before they had attempted to have them arrowed.)
Huh. Apparently she was in shock.
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Post by Bee on Dec 21, 2007 0:45:11 GMT -5
Obviously the fall and bump to the head had done a bit more damage than Mnem had originally anticipated, which was a damn shame. It really would be helpful to have the both of them facing bandits (and their very aggressive-looking pack of bandersnatches) together, but one had to play the cards one was dealt.
Mnem positioned herself between Minh and the group, drew herself up to her full height, and adopted an expression of disdain. Probably best not to provoke the little bastards, but hell, they had already shot them up with arrows, and it was fairly difficult to top that as an expression of hostility. "We're not on a business expedition. We brought an entirely negligible amount of money. And even if we had a sizeable amount of cash, I would not feel particularly inclined to hand it over to a group of ill-mannered ragamuffins with poor aim and an aversion to soap."
She gestured to Monty. "And in case you failed to notice, we have a rather famished bander of our own, who is quite accostomed to eating hir own kind."
They did not look pleased by that. The leader took a very deep breath, and yelled, "LET FLY THE BANDERS OF WAR."
His gang cheered. The banders sprung.
"Oh, for the love of the Goddess."
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Post by Dark on Dec 27, 2007 3:59:32 GMT -5
Monty's eyes were two narrow, glittering specs of concentrated pure evil as s/he faced down the oncoming mass of rapid banders; muscles bunched, body still, waiting. Then s/he moved.
The first bander went down, gushing blood from the hole Monty had just torn in its throat, and the second went down with a pained squeal as Monty's claws raked the soft tissue of its underbelly.
Minh watched the horrible, whirling mass of bander-destruction with morbid fascination as another bander was cut down under Monty's unmerciful paw. To see such an utterly beautiful display of bander-perfection made the scientist in Minh swell with unbelievable pride. She only wished she could reproduce the results someday, while avoiding the genetic hiccup that caused sterility.
Glimpsing the expressions of horror etched into the bandits' features, she grinned and decided it was time to use their distraction against them. She caught Mnem's gaze with unholy glee--it was time to kick ass.
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Post by Bee on Dec 28, 2007 2:27:57 GMT -5
Mnem's mouth tilted into a nasty little smirk as she met Minh's eyes, and in the background she could hear the death rattle of another bander--from her peripheral vision she could see Monty grabbing it by the neck and flinging it into a tree.
They had an edge now. Use it or lose it, as some wise and unimaginative person once said.
So Mnem readied her claws, and threw herself at the mob of bandits--flew, really, because she found that once her feet left the ground it was so very easy to simply stay airborne instead of touching soil again, and maneuvering through the air was a lot like swimming, but without the pressure and the weight of water. One of her many vices had always been an excessive pride in her poise and grace, but flight granted her a curious agility that she did not have while on the ground.
It allowed for easier mauling, too, as she swung her eager fists from face to face, and snapped bows and arrows in half when the miserable bastards looked ready to try to arrow them again. She was usually not one for brute force. But this was, she discovered, a hell of a lot of fun. Better than a barfight, even.
She hoped Minh was enjoying herself as well.
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Post by Dark on Dec 29, 2007 15:38:50 GMT -5
Minh had a bit of residual headache from her fall which insisted rather persistently on throbbing in tandem with her accelerated heartbeat; Minh was working through the pain with a single-minded ferocity that could only be born of intense waspishness. Normally, she would have welcomed a good brawl, but since the bandits had tried to have them arrowed, first, she wasn't in a particularly sportsman-like mood.
So she'd settled for beating anyone who got in her way to a bloody pulp.
She body-slammed one particularly mangy-looking fellow, and immediately went for his throat. He thrashed about rather pathetically before stilling with a wet gurgle.
Ah, justice.
Out of curiosity she reached for the grass surrounding them, feeling it press against the corners of her mind in inquiry, waiting to do her bidding. It was with no small measure of delight that she had it swell up under one of her victims, surging up around the panicked sparrow in an impenetrable cocoon of weaved green. She watched it thrash contemplatively, before turning to check on Mnem's progress.
Most of the bandits were down for the count, either seriously injured or seriously dead. Monty was playing a game of cat and mouse--hah--with the remaining banders, which were running around mindlessly to the accompaniment of terrified squeals. They hadn't, apparently, taken the fall of their brethren well.
She flexed, popping her spine back into place as she did. She'd taken a rather nasty clawing to the side, but it didn't feel too deep--it just stung like a dickens.
She noted Mnem's obvious glee at the carnage she had created with a delighted chortle, "Feeling better, Mnem?"
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Post by Bee on Dec 29, 2007 16:16:03 GMT -5
Mnem landed one last blow to the head of a hulking, snarling bandit, and then surveyed the battlefield before her. They had dispatched the bandits, whose bodies lay critically wounded or dead, and she was feeling very good indeed.
Monty was chasing the last surviving banders back into the woods whence they came, spitting scornfully at the ground as s/he watched their retreating forms as if to say, Yeah, that's right, bitches. You can't handle this. The little bander's white fur was stained red with blood, which was going to take forever to wash out, as was the blood on her own body. They needed to find some kind of pond soon. She didn't want to be caked in dried blood. Disgusting.
She grinned at Minh. "Quite invigorated, actually." She peered at their twitching and lifeless bodies. "Well, because they attempted to kill us and take our supplies, I think it's only fitting that we should take a few of theirs."
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