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Post by Nathalia on Jan 21, 2011 22:40:45 GMT -5
((The monster balked when Farran lunged, rolling its head back nearly onto its own spikes and giving a little scream of protest. It shrank back across the room, nearly into Rosewood and the boy as it pressed them near the wall.
"Rrrraccisssstsss! Thieves and monssssterssss! Ahahahaha, children, ahahaha!" It wheezed, eyes rolling in its head as it shoved away from the Villa Cat, spittle and God knows what else flying from its lips as it shook it massive head, flinging gore onto the Swan and Coyote.
It almost seemed to tremble, shreds of livery and organ tissue lingering on the floor as it backed away. It turned back to the Swan.
"Neeed th' pleeceeeeee. Am a persssshon, am!!!! Neeeeeeed th' pleeeece! Ahahahahaaaa! AHAHA! Am shtillll persssooooooon!"
It spits more gore, its body shuddering as it suddenly flips around and roars at Farran.
An unearthly sound that an Equine mix ought not to be able to make...if that's what it actually is...
It stays away from him, but spittle, gore, and rot flecked the Feline and the Corvid.))
~Nathalia
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 21, 2011 23:09:14 GMT -5
He was going to kill Farran if they were ever left alone.
Beat him to death with a shovel. Yes.
That was the only thought that crossed his mind when the Villa appeared, and of course the Lowlander was upset. Anyone would be up set if some retard had just tried to beat them with a shovel. Not to mention the fact that the Lowlander had a gaping head wound. Suits only knew what that did to the poor things temperament and now it managed to stab itself.
The swan couldn't even cough up a proper distressed honk when the creature oozed gore onto him. He was just eerily silent as he watched the creature panic, using his wing-arms to shield Arkady as best he could from the muck and the filth that was everywhere.
He actually felt sorry for it.
He could talk this down. He cold do it to help Arkady, and he could try his hardest to help the poor thing that was in front of him. Person. It was a person. It was certainly more of a person than his own depraved parents, so he could handle this.
Roaring be damned he was going to take charge of this situation.
"Enough! Relax!" He yelled at the top of his lungs to catch everyone's attention. His feathers flared out as he demanded everyone's cooperation and attention.
He looked towards the Diamond Doctor. "Take the Villa out back. Grab a set of cuffs if you have to. Just get the hell out until we help this gentlemen." His voice softened as he carefully went to get the Lowlander's attention. Perhaps the spikes were Torquehelm related? They did have a fondness of putting people through hell. "Sir... sir.... I'm going to take a look at your head now. You're hurt, badly, and it's only going to get worse if you roll around like that. Please just look and listen to me.... just ignore everyone else."
He slowly reached out to place a hand on the creature's shoulder.
(( OOC: Rosewood has decided to be nice. Ha. And uh .... never, ever leave Rosewood alone with Farran from this point on. I'm so sorry, he kind of means what he's thinking to a point. ))
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Post by Lucca on Jan 23, 2011 14:16:34 GMT -5
Arkady was trembling, but the fact that Rosewood was treating the creature in front of them like a normal person...and the fact that the poor thing...DID seem like a Card...calmed him by slow degrees. It hadn't rushed to attack them yet, after all, even though they were mostly vulnerable. He was trying to breathe through his nose to not smell the horrid stench, and fought not to cover his nose with his paws. That would be very rude. The situation, Ark thought, might be under control.
And then Farran happened.
Arkady gave a loud yelp of warning as the Feline began to lunge at the cre-man in front of them. He backed up a few paces until his butt hit the wall of the station, tail between his legs. Oh, this was bad...it was good that the Doctor had managed to stop the attack, but it had sent the poor Lowlander into a fit, and he was flinging himself around the room. Which made nasty things Ark didn't want to think about flew around...and some got on him, then, despite the fact Rosewood was using his wings to shield him from the worst of it.
Arkady gave a high pitched whine he couldn't quite help as he skin crawled so badly he thought it was going to crawl right off him. He couldn't focus on anything else. Could think of nothing but the horrible, horrible substances that were coating his fur in several spots. He pawed at the ground anxiously, but of course that did nothing to ease his agitation. His whole body shook and he could feel his breaths starting to come too fast. This was too much...too much entirely! His stomach rolled, and he knew he'd be heaving if there was anything there to come up.
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Post by Callypso on Jan 25, 2011 0:51:11 GMT -5
((OOC: I keep looking over this and hope it reads right... it seemed appropriate for Farran to throw an all-out tantrum, haha. And no worries Kari. Farran is *special*...))
His eyes glittered with a sense of triumph as he soared through the air, broomstick raised. He was going to kill that thing and bring an end to all of this nonsense. Hadn’t he had enough? Hadn’t he??? And then this monstrosity loomed out of the darkness to terrorize them all. Well, he wasn’t having it. He hadn’t come all the way out from the Villa to be eaten or whatever by this freak dragging it’s entrails everywhere! Oh, it would be sorry it every crossed the path of one Farran Drake!
Pain suddenly seared the length of his tail as sharp talons dug deep and then pulled back. The Diamond landed hard on his stomach, OOMPH!, the broom clacking loudly against the ground as he was dragged backward. An angry, pained yowl ripped itself from his throat creating a horrible symphony as the broomstick’s bristles scratched against the floor as cat and weapon were hauled down the corridor.
When he was finally released, he scrambled to his feet, ready to strike, when the Corvie hissed quietly in his ears.
Get your claws off me!
His fur stood on end, teeth bared in a snarl, but he lowered his weapon and allowed himself to be escorted out the back.
Once they had reached the police yard, Farran tore himself away from the wretched Corvie and proceeded to smash everything within his reach. What he couldn’t kick in or punch, he leveled (or attempted to) with his broomstick.
He eventually wore himself out and let out an exasperated, rage-filled roar before slumping tiredly onto the ground. His right paw shook from the effort of rampaging in the yard, the head of his broomstick destroyed and hanging by the barest strip of wood. After a few brief moments of awkward silence, he sulkily addressed Dr. Zenon without turning to face her.
Well… now what??
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 26, 2011 3:38:42 GMT -5
The woman had to resist the urge to smack the retarded boy upside the head, and that urge showed clearly in the way she held herself and her feathers. She could hear the beast making a terrible amount of noise behind her, and then - terribly - something spattered her.
For a moment, she was completely still. Beneath her dark coat, the blood drained out of her face.
It was time to get the hell out. She didn't need Rosewood to tell her twice. "Go on. Move.[/b]" She hissed at Farran, teeth grinding against beak. She stood off against him, her Solandrian blood and feathery body giving her a significant advantage in size in the fluff-off against the younger Villa. Just to prove her point, she snapped at his tail as he retreated, encouraging him to keep moving. Once they were outside, she shook herself down a few times, pawing at her face with her talons and letting out an angry hiss. The cat was clearly preoccupied with beating the surroundings, and she eyed him balefully.
Once his little meltdown was over, she shifted. "Feeling better?[/b]" She muttered dryly, glancing around. There was a broken pair of handcuffs laying on the ground, and she scooped them up, investigating them. "Now, we hope you didn't piss that... thing off badly enough that it comes after us.[/b]" She answered him grimly, still wanting to bop him over the head to encourage him to stop sulking.
She stared down at her foreleg, one ear twitching. "Or we could get the hell out of here. I don't feel right about abandoning them, though.[/b]"
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 26, 2011 21:36:52 GMT -5
((The Lowlander gulps in air and heaves as though the roar cost it more than it might like to admit.
Tears run from its saggy eyes and it snuffles piteously.
"Am a persssshon, am." It whimpers piteously, shuddering a little as it turns its head back to Rosewood, eyes bloodshot and staring flatly through him.
"Help meeee....." It whispered.
Raising one hand, it gingerly tries to touch the side of its own head, a thick webbing of sticky gore and dirt comes away with it.
"Not ssssafffeee out there." It slurrs, head tilting at an odd angle.
"People gonna huuuurt everyyyyone."
Something starts dripping from its lower half, a thick, viscous fluid that begins to spread across the floor...
Outside, an odd smell begins to fill the air...like smoke and something else...ink?))
~Nathalia
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 26, 2011 22:32:02 GMT -5
He breathed a sigh of relief when Farran was removed from the room. The idiot couldn't muck things up further, and maybe Zenon would smack him in line. Now there was the matter of getting Arkady to slip past...
The swan did not think that the terrifying creature could be any more heart wrenchingly pathetic than it already was. But of course the world had to prove him wrong. He froze when the half a person turned around and whimpered.
Suits, it was crying. Suits this was not... this was not okay. The look it was giving was bad, and everything about the evening was getting progressively worse. He could feel a tightening in his chest. He rarely let anyone other than Rogers see his real emotions, and he didn't particularly want to start now. "I-I'm sorry about that. I really am. You are very much a person and I'll do my best to help you."
The swan inhaled sharply as he struggled to formulate a logical plan. Arkady seemed to be panicking and this person, whoever or whatever he was, did indeed need help. They were in the middle of a police station with no sign of anyone who could actually help the situation. "Arkady," he whispered, "Please pull yourself together, I'm sorry to ask you to do this but we don't have time for you to panic now."
The swan watched as the Lowlander slow reached to touch the side of its head. Urgh, oh Heavens, that would probably make things worse. "Sir don't do that--please--what is your name? I can clean the wound for you and bandage it."
His feathers ruffled slightly as the Lowlander spoke again, its head twisting an an unholy angle. Something was very wrong with this man. Rosewood took the clothing that was still wrapped around his neck from earlier, tearing the cleanest part the fabric out of his outfit that was long enough to wrap around the Lowlander's head. He took a step forward, preparing to wrap the fabric around the wound.
"I don't know who's out there but I'm sure Zenon and the idiot will be fine. Sir I'm going to--"
The Lowlander was leaking.
The swan was half poised to tend to the man's wounds when something very think started inching towards his feet. Rosewood wasn't particularly sure if it looked like a proper body fluid, but he didn't want to find out. But he still wanted to help this poor excuse for a person.
Suits, Rogers was never going to hear the whole truth about this nightmare. The swan leaned over to carefully and loosely bandage the Lowlander's head, praying the whatever-it-was didn't touch him.
(( OOC: Long post is long, I'm sorry, Rosewood actually feels the need to help him. Also, man, Mr. Lowlander makes me super sad. I just want to scoop his gross butt up and give him a hug. ))
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Post by Lucca on Jan 27, 2011 13:31:22 GMT -5
Arkady tried to feel sympathy for the Lowlander, but all his could feel was a sort of writhing, horrible disgust for all the gore and rot and slime. It was like his worst nightmares come to life for the poor germaphobic Coyote. He shivered convulsively, his fur trying to rid itself of all the clinging -stuff-, and shook his head several times, freezing as he felt something slide out of his mane and down the back of his neck. Suits. This was horrible.
Hearing his name snapped him out of what was about to be another panic fit, and Ark opened his eyes wide to stare up at Rosewood. His head made a nervous gesture that might have been a nod, and he turned his back to the scene, taking deep, shuddering breaths, though all this did was give him a better whiff of the stuff that was everywhere. He leaned over and retched, even though nothing but bile came up, wishing desperately he had a whole lot of scalding hot water to clean off with. His ears flickered, listening, and he backed away from his mess and tried some normal breaths, slowly...trying to pull himself together.
Because Rosewood was right, he couldn't afford to lose it right now. Nerves steeled, he turned back around...and nearly lost it again at the sight of something leaking out of the Lowlander...some sort of truly nasty looking fluid. His mouth worked several times, but no words made it out. He slowly slunk to the side, edging towards the desk in case the whole floor became coated.
"I-is there anything I can do, Rosewood? S-sir?" He looked up, risking another glance at the strange Lowlander, to see if the...person looked all right. Was he just...melting on the spot? That would be...well. Arkady already felt light-headed and he might just pass out in that case.
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Post by Callypso on Jan 27, 2011 23:12:18 GMT -5
If Farran was anything, it was indignant. The Corvie just didn’t seem to understand what he’d been through. What he’d suffered through this night. She acted as though he were a spoiled child. Pah. What did she know, anyway?
Truth was, he did feel better after his tirade. But she didn’t need to know that.
Still, when she suggested they consider leaving the others inside, his lip curled in disgust. There was no way he could leave them in there with that thing, though he doubted he’d be able to show himself without it going into conniptions. It was downright unnatural, and here his companions were acting like it was a person who needed help. What it needed was to be put down.
No, we can’t leave them. I promised Arkady we’d find his family and I still haven’t done that.
As much as Farran wanted to go home, he couldn’t just abandon the little Solandrian. He glanced over himself and realized with a shudder that there were bits of… whatever it was… clinging to his fur. It was disgusting. After this incident, he didn’t see how it could get much worse, though he was partially resolved to the fact that it most likely would. Their string of bad luck just kept outdoing itself.
After a moment's hesitation, the feline hefted himself to his feet with the aid of what was left of the broomstick. He snapped the bristled head from the stick and made his way back over to the doctor, making sure to keep plenty of distance despite himself. His face was the very mask of petulance.
He’d go along with whatever the doctor suggested – within reason – but he didn’t have to like it.
Well? What do you suggest, doctor?
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 29, 2011 18:16:22 GMT -5
Suits above, but the boy was obnoxious. Part of that was certainly due to his age, though Zenon did not much treasure making assumptions like that. But that was as polite as she could be towards the ridiculous lad, and her expression said as much as she stared at him blankly.
The kid was a moron.
"How old were you, again?[/b]" she muttered under her breath, bristling slightly. "Right. Well, we'll have to do that, and try to get the zombie's police report written up while we're at it. Did you see the streets, boy?! There's not a soul out there, besides us! Do you intend to walk his ass all the way back to the Court of Hearts?[/b]" In all honesty, that probably wasn't a terrible idea. Hopefully, this whatever-it-was didn't extend much past the Capital, and if they could get Royals involved things would get figured out faster.
One would assume.
As Farran set about dismantling his broom, Zenon took a deep breath to steady herself. There was the smell of... Something in the air, something pungent and awful and weird. Her eyes narrowed, her ears flattened back, and she stood, moving in the direction of the smell. "I suggest that we find out what the hell is burning, while they deal with that... Lowlander.[/b]"
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