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Post by Trebias on Jan 7, 2009 1:41:39 GMT -5
"You just don't know when to shut up, do you?" Elias demanded of the Lowlander. "That's fine, let your mouth keep writing checks. I'll cash them for you." The vague threat that may have otherwise sounded silly was lent weight and severity by the presence of El's mask.
Elias wondered if the Lowlander was done with magic for the day, if not the week or month, with the exception of his dagger. He was pretty certain that most of the Hearts he knew could only inflict pain once a day, unless they were very magical or very dedicated to the study of pain. The smoke was something else. He didn't know if the Lowlander could control minds, so they'd have to watch out for that and put him with Cards of another suit, hoping that he wasn't some odd variant in who he could control. The weapon proficiency they couldn't do anything about, and the pain ignoring wouldn't help the infidel escape. It was just the nagging possibility of other abilities.
"I can't make the decision, but I think letting him cool down in a cell would be good for him, Queen Shinrai." There was not even an attempt at concealing his attempt for the slime.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 7, 2009 14:42:53 GMT -5
Really, Zeus was losing interest in this conversation; being thrown in a dungeon was hardly conducive to his plans. He feigned a yawn, ignoring the Josiggy dog's threat. "You don't want me locked up," he answered with that same smirk. "If I get locked up, my friends get worried. And when my friends get worried, people die." Yet another statement he wasn't entirely certain he could back up with reality, but that was fine.
The Hellhounds wouldn't retreat now that they were here and none of them would take well to their leader being taken hostage.
Shinjou looked concerned at this statement, his mind also going over the different personalities of the pack and wondering if the disparate personalities truly would stick around or if the Hellhounds would dissipate like a bad smell. Sadly, he didn't think Obadiah would let them.
Zeus headed for the entrance he'd taken into the garden. "Don't worry, though," he said as he walked. "I'm not going anywhere for a long time. He bared his teeth in a mockery of a smile yet again. "Your brother and I will be around. . . "
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Post by seraaches on Jan 7, 2009 14:57:02 GMT -5
Rai was all for that, and even the threat of 'friends' wouldn't have dissuaded him, but as the Lowlander headed for the door, the pounding of footsteps distracted him. A guard, a low level Heart-- which Rai doubted could do anything against the Lowlander Queen-- came gasping in.
"Your Majesty! Lowlanders at the door--" he gasped when he realized just what was slipping past him and back out into the hallway was yet another Lowlander heading inside.
Rai cursed under his breath. "Get the guards together. We'll take care of this." He glanced down at Odex and was surprised to see the Card still bleeding profusely. "El, come with me. Odex, take Silas to the infirmary. I want both of you to get checked up."
At least the Lowlander would be hurting as well; the dog had a black eye and a ripped up arm. He wouldn't be hard to track.
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Post by Trebias on Jan 7, 2009 18:43:25 GMT -5
"Too bad he's not strong enough to be more than a distraction," El said not to the Lowlander that was walking away, but perhaps loud enough that he could hear.
"Go on, Silas. Make sure they check you magically for any other effects."
It was all the little Jack could do to keep from crying, but he wouldn't cry in front of Father or Uncle Rai or Odex, and certainly not from a dirty Lowlander. He nodded, barely.
Elias walked to his son and put a hand on his shoulder. "You did really good, son." He pulled his son in for a one-armed hug.
Silas beamed a little at his father's encouraging words. "I'll be there to help as soon as I can."
Elias didn't tell his son not to come, but sent Odex a look that should let the canine know to take his time.
The Shepherd nodded back, still ignoring the pain. He walked off when he was sure Silas was following.
"Let's go, Rai," Elias said. More fighting would be good. Very good.
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Post by Vyn on Jan 8, 2009 0:32:19 GMT -5
(Sorry for the wait, everyone. And the possibly craptastic post.  ; ) Trix grunted as Trot bumped into her. He'd been talking nearly nonstop for the last couple of hours and Trix had skillfully tuned it all out. Thank the suits. However, she could not ignore the retriever's physical contact and she snorted momentarily. A fancy new house, right. The husky rolled her eyes and flicked Trot with her tail -- the only way to expend her frustration with the canine without directly causing trouble. Now was not the time to start arguments. And for good reason, too, as they were soon confronted by an infedel. A disgusting Jossigy rodent mutant. The diamond pulled back, stepping out of Trot's way so that he may not be confused and try to slobber on her instead. "Oh yes," Trix turned on her diamond charm and smiled back at the brain-rotten canine. "He looks like he really wants to play."Trix looked forward to getting to 'play' as well, but she couldn't turn down the option of watching Trot traumatize someone. |
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 9, 2009 14:01:49 GMT -5
Being flicked with Trix's tail made the canine sneeze. Rubbing at his nose he frowned at her. All he wanted to do was play and she had to go and be mean.
At his leaders words, followed by Obadiah's, his ears flicked up with interest. He was being invited to play? This never happened! Tail perking up, swinging strongly from side to side with no particular concern of who it might hit, he crouched low as he made his way toward the new friend.
And Zeus said that it was a squeaky toy too! Those were the best! If you gnawed on them eventually the squeak popped out and you could rip out the stuffing.
Humming an oddly light and childish tune aloud, contrasting the 'sneakiness' of his pose he spotted the new friend. Spotting that it was not quite a squeaky toy but a Josiggy Marshlander he tilted his head to the side in confusion. "You are not a squeaky toy. Silly Zeus."
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Post by Kitty on Jan 9, 2009 17:49:15 GMT -5
He pinned his ears back against his skull, little brush tail stiff and slightly arched behind him as he eyed the pack of Lowlanders, hate and disgust clearly displaced on his features. This probably wasn't the brightest idea he'd ever had, outnumbered and outranked as he was, but this was the type of things his parents would expect him to do ... stand up against the enemy and fight no matter what. Well... that and take out as many as was possible if you had to go down.
He uncurled his second set of legs, placing them on the ground, raising himself up and tucking his shorter legs underneath his body. the spider limbs may have been spindly... but they were faster then the legs he was born with. He wanted to go after their leader ... but he was left with the remaining four instead and he felt a little bad for having to let one get past but he knew if he were to follow he'd have .... more issues.
When the... rather dumb looking one stalked toward him he pulled his lips back, abnormally long fangs on full display.
Go home then. |
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 9, 2009 18:11:25 GMT -5
When the small rodent switched to its other legs Trot gave a bark of excitement. That was a nifty cool ability. He wished that he had legs like that. Then he could do all sorts of interesting things, like climb trees, and have tickling fights, and all those fun things!
Settling down again he tilted his head to the side as if he was seriously considering it as an option before grinning to the smaller male.
"That we can not do. We are here for fame and fortune, to vanquish the evil that abounds, and be home for supper! And it is not supper time yet!" He gave a nod of his head as if to accent his words.
Of course they could not leave, the Marshlander was being silly. He repressed a laugh with a paw, not wanting to laugh in the little guys face. That might hurt his feelings.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 10, 2009 11:32:59 GMT -5
He arched his brow slowly as the canine spoke ... what on earth was wrong with him? He flicked his little brush tail as he thought it over a moment, maybe he really was an childish little idiot. If he was, well ... then maybe this little tactic would work on him. He kept his ears tuned on the other three as best he could and softened his express as much as was possible ... if the dog was going to act like a child ... he'd treat him like one. It was harder to mellow his voice out then it was his expression... but he managed.
Well, if you're not going to leave.... would you like to know a secret?
He wiggled his little tail and tried to make the prospect of knowing what this little secret was as interesting as possible. This was... pretty stupid but hey... it was worth a shot. |
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 10, 2009 13:20:36 GMT -5
He gave a small bark of laughter. The fluff ball of a Marshlander was really a funny, funny creature. Everyone knew that you could not stop questing till it was supper time! His mood however changed at the fluff ball's next words. Sitting up, ears going straight up at attention he tilted his head to the side as he considered this new news.
The little Marshlander had a secret? He just loved secrets!
Scooting forward, tail waging so hard that it nearly threw the pup off balance his front paws made a small dance. "Tell me! Tell-me-tell-me-tell-me! I can keep the secret! Tell me the secret! Please-please-please!" He gave a soft whine.
The idea that the fluff ball had a secret that he was willing but might not share was absolute torture on the canine.
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