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Post by The Jenn on Nov 4, 2007 18:33:25 GMT -5
Close to the building, which had a poorly painted picture of a barrel swinging forlornly above its door on a rusty hinge, there were further scuffling sounds and another cry from the same throat, then a thump against the door and a rapid turning of the knob.
Out burst a small bundle of feathers, white and red and gold, slamming directly into Theo with no regard for propriety and shrieking in surprise. "No!" it cried, the voice almost a sob, shouted at Theo, before collecting itself off the ground and trying to run again.
From inside, the form of the lion could be seen quickly coming into view, though not yet at the door. He saw the sparrow and bared his teeth in a hiss.
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Post by Spiderfly on Nov 4, 2007 18:41:46 GMT -5
Jenn, Kari and Spiderfly all receive 2 tokens 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 Kari Muffin on Nov 4, 2007 18:45:11 GMT -5
Theofilus was surprised by the small bundled of feathers running into him, enough that he took several steps back after the impact to balance himself. Good lord! What was the poor thing doing here?
He did not have time to contemplate everything. He did the first thing he could think of when it tried the scramble away. He lunged for it, at little faster than he intended to, reacting out and grabbing the form. It was small enough, he figured, that a few screams and kicks would not kill him. He simply needed to clam it down or something. That father instinct had decided to kick in before anything else.
Oh, crap, the lion. It was hissing at him. Ahahaha. The sparrow didn't even look at Pravus he simply said, "Well, I suppose the clean up can wait Feline! You can have a bit more fun while I... um... calm this bundle of feathers down?" It was a question, since he wasn't all that sure of what he was actually doing. Let's see where this went.
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Post by Spiderfly on Nov 4, 2007 19:42:54 GMT -5
Pravus followed, and was rather surprised himself by the squeal. Though, he nearly rolled his eyes, he was almost sick of how much 'fun' they were having. For once couldn't something just go decently smoothly? Ah well, he had made it out of that bar brawl of a fight he could handle anything else.
He spun one of the swords again, wincing painfully as he felt the burnt flesh stretch when it really didn't want to. It was enough to slow him so he threw a sword quickly, hoping to catch him off guard then jumped forwards to try and pin the lion against the wall with his other.
Oh yes, they had questions, and they would be answered.
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 4, 2007 19:47:04 GMT -5
The feathery form was caught easily with the burst of speed, the hold on its arm jerking it and tripping it into falling, which prompted another keen of distress and a few tears from what could now be seen as bright gold eyes with a small, curving beak and a large splash of feathers. It was a Highland child for certain, an avian, perhaps an eagle, and didn't look much older than three or four years. It was quite small and seemed to be bleeding from several injuries along its side.
"No! Nonononono, leggo! Leggo!" the child screamed, squirming and struggling frantically in Theo's grip, wing's fluttering behind him while his bipedal arm was firmly held. As it twisted, a dark mark on its chest could be seen in passing, a 'J' and a Spade. Probably the highest ranked creature they'd seen since arriving in this hellish place.
The lion hadn't expected a sword thrown in his face and shoved himself to the side, startled, which would be enough of an opening for Pravus to spear him through a leg and shove his weight against a wall. He snarled and lashed out with claws and teeth, likely doing a bit of damage in the process.
Somewhere behind, down the hallway, a canine head poked out of an opening with wide, fearful eyes. It took in the scene for a split second before snapping back out of sight.
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Post by Spiderfly on Nov 4, 2007 19:58:39 GMT -5
Pravus yowled and backed up as he tore some of the wounds on his back open again with the movement and received some scratches for his effort, at least the lion was pinned for now. He moved over a few feet to retrieve his second sword and held it out, keeping it between him and the damaged lowlander.
"You Garthen?" He had the distinct impression that this Card was not who they were looking for but he asked anyways. "If not where is he and who's the sprog?"
He moved forward to dig the tip of the sword into his shoulder as a threat. Now that they had him pinned there'd be no more of his spade ability to outrun them, not for now at least. And Pravus fully intended to find out everything he needed before moving on.
His nose wrinkled as he looked at the disgusting matted mane. . filth.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 4, 2007 20:05:54 GMT -5
Theofilus let out a breathy and distressed sigh. Good Lord, he could not say it enough times while he was here. This poor child was hurt--that explained the screaming. And he could not have been older than four, if that.
The sparrow did the only thing he knew how to do. He picked up the child and held him--the sparrow assumed it was a him--close. Using the power of his ring he summoned the familiar that belonged to it. It was a fluffy little mass of neon pink feathers with beady black eyes. The little creature wrapped itself around Theofilus' neck. With a little bit of a prompt the slithey tove that looked like a cabaret in disguse licked the little boy's cheek.
"Calm down," Theofilus said as softly as he could over the child's screaming. "Neither me or this little pink fluff ball are going to hurt you."
He hoped that it worked. The child was in hysterics to begin with, so nothing could make it particularly worse. The sparrow couldn't help but wonder why the child was here. Something was going on here. Something absolutely outrageous. For now he had to clam the boy down before his wounds got any worse.
Pravus could hopefully handle himself.
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 4, 2007 20:11:23 GMT -5
"Garthen is no one, and the sprog is lunch," he snarled. The lion bared his fangs at the prod, roared, and grasped the hilt of the stuck sword in his mouth, yanking it from his arm with a yowl of pain and obvious effort. Necks weren't meant to move in quite that fashion. After which point he lunged directly at Pravus. A single sword stuck in his leg wasn't enough to keep him properly pinned, but it was enough that he would only lunge with one paw out and at an awkward angle.
The child trembled, screaming choking off abruptly at the sound of the lion's roar as his shaking increased. The sound silenced him more effectively than anything else had, and he switched from struggling to clinging for dear life, burying himself in feathers of any color and crying full-force now. "Keep him away, he wants to hurt, he's gonna hurt us, make him stop..." A whimpered litany, quiet now and muffled in feathers, as if afraid to be heard.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 4, 2007 20:24:08 GMT -5
Theofilus let the child weep, sending the familiar to wrap around his neck for comfort. He hugged the boy softly, ignoring the events that were unfolding behind him. Theofilus was concerned by the boy's sudden change in pronouns. There was someone else? Could this have been what they were looking for the whole time?
"The bad man isn't going to get you," Theofilus said quietly. Pravus was probably going to kill the bastard as soon as he got the chance. "But I need you to tell me if there's anyone else we need to save."
He hoped it would be saving and not capturing. Theofilus knew better than to hope in such a bleak place. He wanted this nightmare to end, but it was mocking him quite nicely. "I promise he won't get you," Theofilus said. It was more to himself than the boy. He just had to hear it escape from his beak, to make sure this was really happening. Poor thing. The poor miserable thing.
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Post by Spiderfly on Nov 4, 2007 20:31:35 GMT -5
"I'll say who is no one SCUM." He swung out attempting to slug the Lion in the face, it wouldn't do for him to use his spades ability and get away again. Though the sprog could probably lead them in the right direction even if the Lion met. . an unfortunate end. He swung the remaining blade down, though not to try and kill.
He aimed for a leg. He could still talk even if he didn't have use of all his limbs. Hopefully this would render him unable to escape.
Pravus growled as he heard the blubbering behind him. If that boy was who he thought he was, they'd have to keep him close. Though.. his life back in the Highlands wouldn't be any better than his life here if Fino had anything to say about it. What. . would his Queen do with the son of his traitorous sister he wondered. He sneered. . Something entertaining, he'd bet.
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