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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 6, 2011 2:26:52 GMT -5
Rosewood wasn't exactly sure what he should have been feeling. So he did his best just to focus on composure. The poor man was falling apart in more ways than one.
"I wish we could have met under better circumstances, Piers," he said. The bird shifted a bit as he brushed a bit of gunk that was clinging to his shoulder. Suits, he needed to get clean when he was done having this chat. Hopefully Farran would stay outside like a good boy and not put a kink in plans.
"You didn't hurt anyone here," he half muttered. Though honestly he had wished Farran had gotten some sort of fatal wound. "Though you must have been in a scuffle to get your head wound." And then a spike fell out of the Lowlander.
The swan watched as the metal rolled towards him, his expression startled and mildly horrified. Should he pick it up and give it back? What was he supposed to do in a situation like this? He stopped it with his foot, looking at the lowlander when he spoke again. "Ah well I--" he couldn't just leave the man here. "All right, hold on. First, who were you supposed to be with? Second who are you trying to contact? Third, Where exactly are you supposed to be going if you can remember? And... I'll take a message but I don't want to leave you alone. I have every intention of trying to help you get to your goal, or at the very least find you someplace safe to stay while Arkady and I handle the message."
He looked down at the spike. He crouched down slowly, sudden movements and brandishing something large and pointed didn't seem like a bright idea. He kept eye contact with the man, just in case. "Also, would you like this back?"
Tulgey Weird: It's odd but when you make direct eye contact with him, he's nigh on impossible to distrust... (( I figured I would repost this since, I forgot he has this power, and he's actually making a good amount of eye contact. ))
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Post by Callypso on Feb 6, 2011 23:17:29 GMT -5
Farran’s face twisted and stretched to form a mask of pure horror. His jaw trembled as it hung open. He stretched a single paw forward to point into the trees, his motions jerky and robotic, as though he was only half-aware of the Corvie.
The ghostly trees rippled like disturbed water as the broom soared through them, as though whoever had imagined them had been interrupted, then stopped wavering as the staff hit solid surface.
Long, spindly limbs materialized and folded inwards on a slender, crisp-suited body, that twisted in on itself, then flashed out to break the broom handle in two as if it were nothing. The feline’s eyes watered as he stared unblinking at the impossible sight, unable to tear his eyes away as the creature backed into a forest that was suddenly real as the police station.
Mist crept out from the trees, blocking the strange thing from view, then continued to ominously ooze outward to slowly engulf the other buildings.
The Villa’s voice caught in his throat as he dropped into a crouch, ears folded back as his fur stood on end. An untamed hiss issued softly and instinctively from between his lips.
His head jerked from side to side in terrified confusion as the lilt of violins drifted quietly through the air. Farran began to twitch violently as he cowered there, the stringed instruments tormenting his mind as only the arts could – music being a particular sore point with him. The haunting melody seemed to smother him as the mist crept in. He felt trapped, boxed in – and that music. That damned music. It was like some sick joke, specifically designed to torture him.
He just couldn’t take it anymore.
Quivering uncontrollably, he stretched his neck out and screamed, an order implied as his Diamond ability radiated from his words.
GODSDAMMIT, YOU SHOW YOURSELF, YOU SONNOVABITCH!!!!
Basic Magical Ability: He can act charismatic and persuasive at times, whether or not he actually has the natural charm and grace to pull it off.
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Post by Lucca on Feb 7, 2011 10:28:29 GMT -5
Arkady's ears went back. This poor man still seemed so confused. And he was just...melting. Literally coming to pieces in front of them. It was horrible, and Ark couldn't suppress a little whimper of sympathy. He wanted so badly to help the poor guy, but this was so far beyond anything he'd ever seen before in his short life that he just had no idea what to do or say. He spared another thought for his family, desperately hoping they were okay. His tail gave a little wag out of pure nerves, and then the spike...just melted away from Piers's back. It was horrifying and Ark couldn't help but follow its path with his eyes as it rolled to a stop near Rosewood.
"P-please," he added in the wake of Rosewood's questions. "We DO want to help, P-piers, but we need to know." Another very nervous wag of his tail, though he kind of wondered where Rosewood wanted to bring the guy. It definitely seemed like there wasn't anywhere safe in this place anymore.
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 7, 2011 22:47:25 GMT -5
(( The Lowlander gave the Coyote what he hoped was an encouraging smile.
A thin grimace, black gums in evidence and blood leaking from the cracked, rotting lips.
"S'good of yeh, y're a good kid, I'll wageeeeer." He mumbles, eyes rolling in their sockets for a second as something seems to rupture in his head wound, spurting blood like a fountain for a few seconds and smelling like a slaughterhouse before the man seems to fade back in.
"Ssssorry. Didn't hurt anyone...good..though...'ow I got this..." He gingerly touches the wound again, a brief, maniacal grin flitting across his features. "I 'unno..."
The questions caused Piers's jaw to go slack as he seemed to be dredging his memory for anything he could find.
"Cale...was supposed t'find Cale... 'E's got th' portal t' get th' Lowlanders hooome. I...I lived 'ere 'cause mah parents said...said it was less dangerous than th' Range." His voice trailed off to a whisper at the end and his eyes, wide enough to show all the whites rolled for a few moments as he gasped for air before collecting himself.
"Can't remember where...sorry, sorry...but- Th' portal's all...all large 'n glows...glows bright." He muttered, looking distant.
"Need y'to take him a letter, not gonna get there...n'I'm gettin' confused, see. "e'll take it, s'ok...he's m'brother..." He mumbled, letting his head collapse on the floor in exhaustion.
His eyes rolled up to look at Rosewood.
"No...s'ok...keep it." He mumbled, as another slid out and rolled toward Arkady, his eyes unfocusing slowly.))(One for Lucca, one for Kari) Piers's Binding: This iron spike is about three to four feet long and feels in heft like a javelin. When touched, it gives the owner a sudden tingling feeling that fades after a few seconds. Once a week, they are now able to summon up a strong sense of courage, even in situations that normally would cower them completely. They are also able to throw the javelin with rather amazing precision, though it can't beat magical armor, even normal armor is negotiable...but if the person in question isn't wearing any...ouch.------------------------------------------------ (( The figure in the trees stiffens at the Cat's call, rising up and seeming to unfold...it's taller than it looked before...it must have been crouching down.
At least 12 feet tall, the creature stalks out of the cover of trees, mist swirling at its feet.
Standing 20 feet from the pair, helmed head showing no emotion, it stares down at them, long neck turning slowly as it stares briefly at Farran...longer at the doctor.
It says nothing, in fact...except or the faint sounds of violins, seeming to come from among the trees, it makes no sound at all.
It is a monster to look at.
Limbs horribly long, thin, and out of proportion, its entire body is too long for what should be able to hold itself up.
Hands far too large for its body and narrow, Human-shaped over-elongated legs and plantigrade feet in nice, leather shoes, make this thing one of the most horrible creatures either of the luckless pair has ever clapped eyes on.
It makes no sound.
It moves no further.
It stares at them.))~Nathalia |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 7, 2011 23:14:09 GMT -5
Finally, the woman saw what Farran had seen long before her, the shape of a man in the trees. He had been impaled, and she let out a quiet gasp of shock and surprise, backing up a few quick steps to get closer to the Feline.
As retarded as he might have been, he was at least someone who was sharing in this horror with her. All along her body she shivered, her beak gaping now.
The broom might have well have been a toothpick. All medical knowledge failed her in that moment - by all accounts, the creature should have been killed - unless its heart was somewhere different, but that just... It didn't make sense! She was robbed of her voice for a minute, and in that minute Farran found his own. She screeched, a wordless cry of fear. NO! Now there was no way they could escape, now she had to deal with something that should not be. As it came forward, the woman had to resist the urge to vomit.
No. No, indeed, this was a thing that could not be. She was... hallucinating.
Backing up until she was pressed against the other feline, unblinking as she looked up at the creature that looked like and unlike a man all at once, her words returned to her. "What do you want?![/b]"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 8, 2011 0:02:01 GMT -5
Oh... suits. This was not good. The swan let out a rather distressed sound when the poor Lowlander started spurting blood. What was someone supposed to do at a time like this? Should he tell Arkady to leave so he didn't see this man die in front of him? This was the exact reason why he couldn't cope with children, he didn't know what to do with them in adult situations.
He took a deep breath and listened silently. They needed to find the man named Cale who was somewhere downtown. They needed to find a glowing portal.
This poor man was dying on the floor and he could do absolutely nothing about it, and he was giving away his binding. That meant... the swan swallowed the lump in his throat. He had to stay together.
"All right Piers," he said softly, doing his best to sound reassuring. He remained low to the ground, it just didn't seem right to tower over the poor man. Hopefully he would at least be able to process what was going on so he didn't die misery and confusion. "We'll find your brother for you. I promise we'll personally deliver the message to him. Is there anything we can do for you before we leave to find Cale?"
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Post by Lucca on Feb 8, 2011 10:31:06 GMT -5
Arkady tried to return Piers's smile, but...it was more like a grimace. Now that the situation didn't seem as dangerous...the adrenaline was fading, leaving an aching, empty exhaustion behind. Everything that had happened that day was just so difficult to deal with, and it felt like so many years ago that he'd been sitting in Rosewood's bar and sipping at a drink. He just nodded at the man, not sure what to say...if he was a better kid, and less squeamish, he could have helped a bit more, maybe...the blood gushing out of the head wound made him wince.
He tried to catch Rosewood's eye and then nod to the fist aid kit he'd found and brought back before, even though part of him felt like it was already too late for the poor man. Still, he did his very best to listen as Piers explained about the portal, and about Cale, his...his brother. Arkady's eyes began to water, and he whimpered softly. "W-wait...don't...don't talk like that...you'll see your brother again! F-family should always look out for each other, and I'm s-sure Cale is worried about you!" Blinking back tears, Ark gently took the spike that rolled toward him for safekeeping, shivering as a tingle went through him.
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Post by Callypso on Feb 8, 2011 18:16:12 GMT -5
The creature unfolded in a cascade of spindly, overly long limbs and removed itself with silent, mighty steps from the coverage of the trees. Farran’s neck ached as he looked straight up – the thing must have been at least a dozen feet tall.
It was horrible.
It was almost human, with a helmed, serpentine head. But it was wrong, all wrong. Everything was disproportionate – as though a creature with a vague sense of anatomy had slopped the thing together, heedless of gravity or basic bodily functions. The weight of its enormous clawed hands should have had the thing bent over. But here it was. And it should not have been. It shouldn’t exist. It shouldn’t exist!
Farran’s mind went blank out of sheer shock. How could one think of anything with such a sight before them? Then he started to laugh. A troubled, manic laugh. It was funny, see? He had gone mad. Raving, even! To think that he was capable of imagining such a thing! He’d seen such strange sights already, why not a silent, toothpick giant? Ha ha ha hah ha ha -
But then he noticed the doctor’s warm, trembling body tight against his. He turned slowly, to find that the Corvie mix's face twisted in terror and shock. Was that how he had looked? The laugh died in his throat as he turned back toward the monster, his face going rigid as reality hit him. It was real? It was real.
One of his ears twitched. Twitch. Twitch. The eerie sound of violins was still playing softly in the background, as though the trees’ branches sighed music instead of wind whistling through their leaves. Twitch. The left side of his nose began to twitch in time with his ear, like a tic. Fury and annoyance swept through the feline. He couldn’t think.
Dr. Zenon’s voice startled him into himself.
Would you kindly cease with that music, it’s driving me MAD!, he blurted, Diamond charm still dripping from his voice without his realizing it. His voice sounded assured, as though he was used to having his demands met – and sounded foreign, even to him. All the while his body shook uncontrollably next to the doctor’s.
Twitch. Twitch.
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 9, 2011 17:21:54 GMT -5
((Piers gave a pathetic whimper and his eyes rolled up in his head for a second, body shaking spasmodically in what Rosewood might recognize as an epileptic seizure.
It stops after 30 seconds and he seems to fade in and out of focus, before lifting his head again. His wounds are now oozing a substance darker than blood...thicker too, and something down by his stomach, where one of his bindings just slid out, falls open, viscera inside pulsing pathetically.
"Jus' tell 'im....jus' tell 'im, that I hid it where I used t' work. He'll unnerstan'. 'M sorry...'m so sorry." He whispered, pulling one hand up to his face and clutching his jaw as a look of fear washes over him.
"Tell 'im, I...I said t' tell Mum-"
With a slippery sound, much like an old sponge tearing apart, the left side of the man's jaw slides off, his mouth hanging open loosely as he slides back flat on the floor, trying to fix it with the one arm that still seems to be working properly.
His eyes rove blearily to Arkady and the Swan's legs, as he shoves the jaw partially back into place. "Not good for sh'he chilllldreeennnn....herrrreeee..." He slurs, letting go of his face and moaning quietly in fear as the jaw sags and falls off completely, sliding onto the floor with a dull thunk, his tongue hitting the floor over his gaping throat.
He shoves his hand down into his own chest, right over the place where there should have been a rank and Suit marking, that peeled off long ago. Ripping something out of the flesh, the fingers finally let go, something round, small, and pearly rolling over toward Arkady and stopping near his paws.
The Lowlander makes a few more pathetic, fear-laden gurgles, before his eyes roll up in his skull and the breath leaves him, corpse sagging slowly flat as all resistance fades.))
Piers's Pearl: This small grey pearl can be swallowed in order to grant further ability. If it is swallowed, PM the admin for its powers, otherwise, it can simply be carried around, or given to someone else if you choose, it feels tingly and Arkady will know it is rather magical at a touch.
((The Swan and Coyote become slowly aware of the screams from outside...are those their companions? Are they fighting?
Maybe they ought to go and see.
The creature staring down at them does nothing, it does not move or react to their words...something about its very outline seems to nearly blur and sway with the trees behind it.
It stands, fixed, for a full 30 seconds.
Unmoving.
Then, slowly, one long-fingered hand rose to the breast pocket on the suit jacket.
And pulled out what looked like a larger than-usual scalpel.
It moved without warning, and without sound, like lightning.
It was on top of the doctor, scalpel raised to plunge downward before either could even blink. (18, I'm on fire!)))
~Nathalia
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 9, 2011 18:24:04 GMT -5
He was having a seizure. That certainly explained a lot about his actions. The swan swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat as he listened to the instructions. He watched as the man reached up to touch his jaw.
And then he started falling apart. He wasn't even capable of holding himself together. Oh suits, what was he supposed to do? This poor man was dying horribly and there was nothing he could do. It seemed slow and horribly painful for the man, and he could only pray that there was some sort of afterlife where the poor man could be happy. No one deserved to die like this.
The man slid lifelessly to the floor. The swan stood there for a moment, holding the binding and staring blankly. "Arkady, take good care of what he gave you. He's sorry you had to see that, and I'm sorry I can't say any words that will make things better."
Rosewood temporarily propped the spike against a desk so he could use what was left of his clothing to at least cover what was left of Piers. It didn't seem right to just leave his body in the middle of the police station. He gently placed the cloth over the man's face.
Then there was sudden screaming.
Farran and Zenon. Rosewood made a disgruntled squawk as he grabbed the binding and made his way to the door. At least he would have some way to defend himself. "Arkady, stay behind me just in case something dangerous is out there." He instructed.
He was not prepared for what he saw when the door opened. There were trees where there shouldn't be trees. And there was a thing. There was a very large monster thing that seemed to be attacking the Doctor.
Somehow he could believe this was Farran's fault entirely.
He gave a running start towards the creature, activating his club ability as he went, and swung for the thing's neck area.
(Rosewood rolled a 17 for his attack.)
Moderate Magical Ability: When activated, he can carry up to 40 lbs of extra weight for 24 hours straight, one day per week. He is left feeling tired and somewhat drained for the 24 hours following that period.
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