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Post by Vyn on Jan 22, 2010 16:18:18 GMT -5
Lately Neil felt adrift. He'd never achieved the goals he'd dreamed of during... during Theo's lifetime. Somehow he had always hoped he would make something of himself from the little nobody he had been for so long, but nothing had changed. He went through the motions and still he looked back onto the streets. He never achieved, he never climbed the social ladders, he just sat back and watched as his adopted family crumbled away with time. It was the desire to please Theo that had driven what little success he had made and, without him, nothing seemed to drive him the same way. He just... drifted along and nothing ever seemed to change. To make his recent loss of muse worse, he'd also fallen prey to a horrible bout of insomnia. He'd wake up in the middle of the night and his mind wouldn't shut off again. In the end there was nothing to do but get up and wander the empty market streets until exhaustion let him return to bed in the wee hours... or, on some particularly bad nights, not at all. Last night had been the same as always and, once again, he found himself wandering the streets as the sun slowly drug itself up over the horizon. Today more than ever his flute felt like a weight in the bottom of his messenger bag, a great iron chain against his consciousness. Or maybe he was just finally getting tired? |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 23, 2010 21:00:56 GMT -5
  Othello didn't know why Nerissa was so insistent of them going to this specific place. But the fact that she was bringing him meant she had something particular in mind. It was pretty obvious she didn't believe him half the time and she just wanted to use him. But he just went along with it. As long as he was with someone he was safe. The young girl ushered the boy along. She wanted to go to that shop to see if she could find a bit more information on something that may or may not have been important to her cause. One day she would get to Corvistowne and she would have everything she needed. Right now she just needed information. She came skidding to a halt when she came around the corner. Othello running into her back. Damn it. Of course they ran into someone. "Ack, didn't mean to run into you," the feline mix said with a hiss. Othello would have been fine as he stumbled backwards. But as he was falling he noted something. A dark figure. The fur on his back stood on end as his eyes locked onto it. |
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Post by Vyn on Feb 28, 2010 10:28:43 GMT -5
The collision, little though it was, shook Neil's already precarious balance and though he didn't quite fall he did sway more than he should have before his balance was officially steady once more. Giving himself a light shake to bring himself back to attention he finally focused on what exactly he'd stumbled into...
They were both quite young, though the feline mix that had collided with him was definitely the younger (and creepier) of the two. Her eyes so disturbed him that, for a moment, he didn't even notice the little boy that had fallen over behind her. The strange green mist didn't even manage to startle him when compared to the frightening intensity in her orange eyes. Still, they were just kids and Neil tried his best to be polite.
"Ah, no problem... Probably just as much blame on my half." He leaned down a little, offering a hand to the unfortunate Torque mix. "Didn't mean to give you such a spill." Though, with a binding like that it probably wasn't all that unusual.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 3, 2010 13:47:27 GMT -5
Whatever. Nerissa snorted as she brought herself to her feet. Damnit. Were they even going in the right direction? Had she gotten turned around? She wanted to follow the damn lead about there being a Joker assassin floating around. Her ears flattened against her skull when she heard a rather alarmed sound from Othello.
The boy's fur was standing on end and he started to shuffle backwards. His eyes wide with terror. He couldn't see the reality in front of him, but he could see something that had happened (or was going to happen) in the alleyway. The dark figure came into view. They were covered in something red.... and then he heard the scream from behind him. The boy's head snapped around, his metal hand scratching against the cobblestone. And then he snapped around to look at the man who was in front of him.
Nerissa had seen this several times. He was about to have a panic attack. Of all the times he could possibly have a panic attack, she didn't want it to be now. Her eyes narrowed as she followed the boy's gaze. He was staring directly at the man they had just run into. She opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly Othello let out a blood curdling scream.
It was enough to make Nerissa jump. It was also enough to make her hiss at the man they had run into, "What the hell did you do?"
The boy was trying to cover his face and curl up in a ball out of protest to what he was seeing. "Please don't hurt me!" he cried pathetically.
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Post by Vyn on Jun 24, 2010 22:06:21 GMT -5
When the unnerving little girl seemed finished with him, Neil sleepily straightened his fur and was about to move on when he noticed the little Torque's sudden building of fear. Was he alright? The fox tilted his head and went to lay a consoling hand on the boy's shoulder but before he could reach him, or even say anything, the boy screamed.
It wasn't just any scream either, it was a blood curdling cry that nearly stopped the young canine's heart and suddenly the scary child was staring at him as if he'd just been caught doing something wrong.
His half-extended hand didn't make matters any better.
"I... I... didn't do anything!" Neil squeaked as he yanked his hand back from the screaming child. Oh suits, oh no... He knew what it looked like and it was nothing like that at all. He hadn't done anything, anything at all.
Neil shook his head and took a step back, eyes wide and his heart pounding.
His sleep deprived mind made it hard to think and rationalize properly and instead he was starting to panic as well. The scary girl was hissing at him now and the little boy, Suits! He hadn't meant to do anything! "I'm sorry!"
Why did things like this always seem to happen to him?
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 25, 2010 14:46:29 GMT -5
Othello only grew more distressed at the sudden addition of another alarmed voice. His fur half stood on end as he slowly scooted backwards. It didn't work very well considering he was trying stay curled in his protective ball. A panicked whine escaped him. The Avington's annoyance only grew as she glared at her crazy half sibling and then to the brightly colored fox in front of her. It would be spectacular if she could get rid of both of them, but considering her physical age and actual size that was an impossible task.
"What is going on?" said a clearly annoyed voice. Nerissa never thought she'd be thrilled to hear that stupid blond cat. She turned around, her face expression one of terror. "Xander! Help! I don't know what this man wants from us but he hurt Othello!"Might as well have a little fun since her plans were completely destroyed. The feline's tail puffed out as he sized up the person that Nerissa seemed to be afraid of. Considering her normal attitude there must have been something seriously wrong with the fox. He gripped his weapons tighter as he slowly moved between Nerissa and the assailant. Othello seemed to be having a full blown panic attack. Might as well just take him down and sort it out later. Xander jumped forward with his full force behind his blades, aiming straight for the chest. UnicornBlade Swords: Power Boost:
This weapon is now capable of shooting out a thick stream of hot fluid and a cloud of nitrous air. The gas is very similar to mustard gas and causes extreme sulfuric burns on the areas of the body it touches. The gas will normally seek out one or two limbs once set loose, while the fluid seeks out eyes, ears, or mouth; one of them, not all three. The fluid causes stinging, blindness if it hits the eyes (in one permanently, in the other for 24 hours), burns a hole in the tongue that may never heal (Dealer's discretion) if shot into the mouth, or melts off one ear and ruins the hearing in that ear.
In all cases, the fluid causes an intense burning in the bloodstream for a full 30 minutes. Hearts and Kings and Queens, may be able to fight regardless of the pain, but they will be driven to weakness, dizzy spells, agonized stumbling, and fractured images and/or hallucinations. Cards ranked 2 and lower will be killed outright, dealer permission must be obtained if this weapon is to be used on Cards ranked thusly. |
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Post by Vyn on Jul 11, 2010 8:20:07 GMT -5
Dizzy and confused, he could only shake his head in horror as the little fanged child told the new brightly colored child with... were those arms extending from his shoulders...? that he had hurt the screaming child. He hadn't! He'd only tried to help...! "I..." He didn't have time to speak, the yellow and white child had suddenly puffed up and turned to attack.
There was absolutely nothing Neil could do to save himself. For a second he saw his brief life flash before his eyes and felt a painful sting of regret upon realizing that his dreams would never be succeeded simply because he'd let himself get caught up in a miserable time.
By the time reality kicked back in and he attempted to scramble out of the way, the fox's feet collided and Neil was down. The feline's movement would follow through, now with more force, as he landed on the Villa mix as his blades hit their mark. Death was quick, thankfully, and Neil would barely have time to realize how bad it hurt before it was over.
His dead stare would be locked, wide-eyed and tear-stricken, on Xander as a final agonized breath escaped him and he fell still.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 11, 2010 21:36:32 GMT -5
Xander never expected things to go by in such a flash. And he never expected his weapon to hit it's mark without deviating from it's path in the slightest. He could feel the strain of the blade going through the muscles and into the person in front of him.
And they were dead. Just as quickly as they had been alive.
The cat's tail fluffed up as he pulled the blade out. It took a bit of effort and he ended up splattering a bit of gore on himself in the process. He was going to have to clean up after this was done.... His ears pulled back as he looked at the other children.
Nerissa was doing her best to keep her wicked smile under wraps as she nudged Othello who had taken to hiding behind her. The boy was a bit more coherent in his whimpering and understanding of where he was.
"Why do I smell blood?" he asked from under his one good paw.
"No reason, let's just... get out of here." Xander said as he attempted to usher the others away. He should have felt worse about this. And he would, eventually, just at the moment he was preoccupied with the idea of not getting caught.
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