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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 19, 2011 16:00:39 GMT -5
A single red eye rolled up to look at Rosewood, somewhat glazed over from the pain and the shock that had settled into her. Great. A shrink was going to try and sew her back up again. She managed to find it in herself to laugh, the sound a barking caw of pain. Not a lot of mirth, there. Then she shivered. "I trust you.[/b]" She said softly, then closed her eyes. There was no need to watch. She was going to die from an infection regardless, she was fairly certain.
When she opened her eyes again, it was because of shouting. Quite a lot of shouting. Rosewood was no longer crouched over her, preparing to help her. Instead, he was fighting... Her? The others had joined in as well, wailing on the thing that looked like her and slicing it into terrible pieces.
How odd, she thought, dimly. Unconsciousness was sucking at her, almost pulling her under, but she resisted its siren call (18). To her eyes, it was as if, perhaps, she was having an out-of-body experience, her flesh attacking her companions while her mind watched dully from a distance.
Slowly, she pulled herself to her feet. It was harder than it should have been, and once, she stumbled and collapsed again (4). But she kept at it, until she was standing by the others. She leaned against Rosewood slightly, using his weight to keep herself stable. "You just want to fit in, don't you?[/b]" she said, softly. "Everyone wants that, sometimes. But fuck you. Fuck you for eating my skull. I hope it punctures your duodenum on the way out, asshole.[/b]"
Then, she passed out. (7)
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Post by Callypso on Feb 19, 2011 18:12:42 GMT -5
A whoop of carnal glee escaped the Villa as the blade cut into the monster’s wing, blood spurting to hit him in the face and along his side. He felt nothing but extreme malice toward the creature attacking them, his mind completely overrun by pure rage. A close inspection would reveal that his eyes had a glossy, almost vacant quality as he lunged and parried with the horrible beast. The pain from his injuries completely forgotten in his adrenaline haze.
Farran growled as the thing fell onto him, scratching a talon down most of the length of his back. It could have been worse, but it still stung. Then the thing flailed angrily and slammed a clawed hand against his face and tore away, leaving gouged marks down his face. Snarling, he pushed at the creature with an elbow (2), but missed entirely. The monster twisted away to reveal a row of neat, old stitches ringing its head, the stitches a perfect mimicry of the wound it had just inflicted on Dr. Zenon. What the hell?
Heart racing in his chest, he jumped back and away as another ghastly crunch rent the air – the duplicate Zenon had resumed it’s impossible, slender form. Another scalpel appeared from nowhere, it raised the weapon – and lurched backwards as coyote and tove hit. Farran watched in disbelief as Arkady was hurled across the yard like so much tissue paper. NO!
He danced forward, swiping the blade toward the giant’s good leg (4) but only managed to cut into his slacks. Teeth bared, he aimed again, slicing upward along his enemy’s shin (11). He heaved his good arm backward and chopped downward again when a white, slightly bloodied (and screeching) form appeared before him. The cat only barely stopped in time (16), and only managed to cut the tips from some of Rosewood’s feathers.
DOCTOR!? MOVE!!!! bellowed the crazed feline as he took a running leap and jabbed toward the monster’s abdomen, away from the Tulgey(17). LEAVE US ALONE!!!!!!!!
He kicked outward, attempting to launch himself away from the impossible being, and just only had a toe connect (3). Instead, he tumbled clumsily downward and landed hard on his side. Gasping for breath, he scrambled away, hatred pouring from his glare. A pained voice sounded from his side, followed by a soft thump of fleshing hitting ground.
The sound jerked him back into sanity, the air feeling thick as soup as he slowly turned to find the Corvie slumping to the ground. Everything slowed - all of his senses, save for sight, temporarily abandoned him as he rushed toward the Corvie. He couldn't hear himself screaming her name, then Arkady's, nor Rosewood's as his head jerked back and forth to see what had become of them.
He felt disjointed; everything seemed surreal as he wailed his anguish to the sky.
((So dramatic, Farran. Sheesh!))
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Post by Lucca on Feb 19, 2011 19:38:32 GMT -5
Arkady felt his teeth snag flesh and he chomped down, hard, growling low in his throat. The beast had changed back into his original, scarier form, but that was nothing to Ark when he had the magical burst of courage. All he knew was that this THING was hurting his friends. And it needed to stop. When he was ripped off the thing's leg, he made sure to clamp on and try to take something with him. Blood lust crowded out his normal distaste for putting anything nasty in his mouth. Of course, he wasn't expecting to be thrown.
He sailed through the air, hitting a tree hard (10), the wind getting completely knocked out of him, and he slumped to the ground, landing funny on the paw he tried to get under himself and gasping slightly as pain flares up his arm (10). His vision swam for a moment as he tried to get a handle on what was going on. There were screams and cries of pain...
Dima, meanwhile, is grabbed completely and securely by the monster's fingers (8). He didn't struggle or make any noise, though that grip was surely tight enough to hurt! Instead, his red eyes tried to seek out his Master, the only one in the world that mattered.
Arkady's vision swam, and as he tried to get back up onto his wounded paw, he gritted his teeth at the pain. "Dima?" he yelped, wondering where his Tove was...he could sense, distantly, that the creature was in pain. He could hear his name being yelled...by Farran, and started limping back towards the group.
Hearing Master call it made the Tove start to thrash, trying to break the creature's hold and smashing his spiked tail about. ((20!))
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 21, 2011 3:05:33 GMT -5
((The monster recoiled viciously as the Tove came at it again!
The tail cracking into the long fingers and causing them to break their grip at once; two of them bleeding badly.
Still making no sound, it re-grabbed the little creature in its good hand (18) and threw the Tove hard against the side of the police station (10). Turning its attention back to the Swan.
Farran's misguided attempts at harm caused the being to step backward away from him, warily watching as the cat then hurled himself back at the unconscious form of the doctor.
It stared down at Rosewood, then looked at the doctor, then back to the Swan.
It then pointed to him.
Then to the back of its head.
Gingerly, it held up its scalpel.
It then placed this back in its breast pocket and pulled out a spool of thick black thread and a needle. It held these up at the Swan, high over the mans head.
And then pointed again to the doctor.
Then to itself.
Gazing about at the trees, it then pointed to itself, then to Rosewood again.
Then reached for and held the scalpel up once more.
Then, it waited.))
~Nathalia
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 21, 2011 3:38:26 GMT -5
Nothing but chaos. He felt the doctor prop herself up against him, he made no sound of protest and did his best to support her weight. But of course she passed out. Suits, she was going to bleed to death. What--
Rosewood let out a little sound of disgust and horror when Farran flailed and cut a few of his feathers. His feathers. Why was this child let out of the house? Why hadn't his parents drowned him when he was little? He watched as the boy just failed to do anything useful and practically wailed like a banshee.
Idiot.
The tove was flung like a wet t-shirt and then everything just seemed to fall silent. The monster was standing in front of him, looking at him. Staring. And... communicating? The swan's eyes widened slightly as it pointed. Could it not actually speak? That almost made sense considering he couldn't see a mouth anywhere. He watched with wide eyes as the monster played charades.
If he was reading this thing right.. the situation looked grim. Oh suits, but he couldn't get away and then there was the matter of Arkady and the bleeding Doctor. "I think I understand. You can sew up the Doctor," he pointed to the woman on the ground. "But you want to uh..."
Rosewood pointed to scalpel and then pointed to the back of his head. "Use that on me as well?"
He wished he could actually make proper eye contact with this thing. His weird would have helped at a time like that. Suits, the thing could probably just snap him like a twig. At least it was being polite and waiting for a response. The swan gave a small bob of his head. "All right, just be quick about it. I won't fight, I swear."
Rogers. He really hoped the man forgave him for doing something so stupid. The swan could feel tears seeping out the corners of his eyes at the very thought. He was never going to see his husband again.
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Post by Lucca on Feb 21, 2011 9:42:18 GMT -5
Arkady made it back over to the group in time to see the last of Farran's wild flailing...and his Tove go flying out of the monster's hand and towards a building. Arkady whimpered a bit, ears going back in slight worry, even though the courage still pumping heavily through his veins kept him from being afraid. He made it over to Farran and put a paw on his shoulder. "Farran...please. Stop before you hurt yourself," he said softly, gently trying to pull him away from the doctor. Suits, he couldn't even look at the woman right now. She was just a mess of blood.
He picked up the bandages from where he'd had them on the ground and nosed at Farran's leg above his hurt paw to show him what he wanted. Although now the Feline had gotten all sorts of dirt into the wound. Arkady shifted and accidentally put pressure on his twisted paw, which made him wince in pain. Where was his Tove? Shouldn't it be back over near him by now?
Meanwhile, the Tove had hit the side of the Police station HARD. Hard enough to knock the little creature completely unconscious (1 THANKS DICE). Blood welled at the back of his head, though he didn't seem to be fatally wounded.
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 22, 2011 17:43:15 GMT -5
((The monster watches Rosewood as he struggles to make heads and tails of its gestures.
When he finally spoke his thoughts on the matter, the monster nodded.
It then pointed to Farran, and made a waving gesture, as though wanting him held down.
Once it had made sure the Cat was in some way restrained, it stepped over, slowly crouched down, and pulled out the needle and thick, black thread. Swift gestures threaded the needle and tied it off; the creature's long fingers began pulling at the loose flaps of flesh, pinching them into place, before stitching away at her scalp and face.
The process took less than a minute, the scalpel used to cut the thread and long finger working dexterously to tie off the knot.
The creature then unfolded, returning to its full height and staring down at Rosewood.
Tilting its masked head slightly to the side, it held up the scalpel, and nodded.
Arkady's Tove would regain consciousness after two minutes had passed, fortunately no worse for wear aside from being slightly dazed. The Coyote himself was watched carefully by the creature, every now and then, its head would turn towards him, as though it feared another attack.
After gesturing to rosewood to come forward, it glanced at him, and pointed to Farran; a request for the Coyote to hold him.))
~Nathalia
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 22, 2011 18:51:20 GMT -5
This... was surreal at best. He tried to blink away the tears as he looked at the monster and it motioned for Farran to be restrained. Oh, of course. That would be necessary wouldn't it? The Villa would probably take someone sewing up Zenon as a threat. He gave a small nod.
"Arkady, hold Farran down. Sit on him if you have to, He's going to sew the Doctor up for us and I think it's better to humor him than put up a fuss." He slipped away from the doctor and went over to make sure Farran wouldn't try anything in protest to his statement. Once everything was secure, and he was within range to kick the young cat in the head if he tried anything stupid, he went back to focusing on the utterly terrifying thing that was clearly amazing with a needle and thread.
He held broken wrist, filled with a good deal anxiety, he tried to breath. This was real. This wasn't a dream and he wasn't going to wake up. He watched as the monster returned to its full height. The Doctor was cleaned up nicely. His heart skipped a beat.
He looked at the monster his eyes still a bit blurry as it gestured. He made a small sound of distressed but stepped forward. He didn't have a choice. "I do wish you could explain why you're doing this. I'm sorry I don't know proper sign language."
This must have been karmic backlash for all the horrible things he had ever done.
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Post by Lucca on Feb 22, 2011 20:46:15 GMT -5
Arkady nodded to Rosewood's instructions, and gave the Feline a warning look. "The creature isn't going to hurt us anymore, so let's leave it alone," he repeated in case Farran didn't quite get he point. He seemed the type to hit first and ask questions later. And while Ark could respect that, he really thought it was better to think things through first. While the creature was stitching up Zenon, the Coyote tended to Farran's wound.
Arkady used his Spade water to clean Farran's hurt paw, and then wrapped the stubs of his toes in the bandages, going slowly and carefully so that, even with his animal form, the patch job looked as neat as possible. By the time he was done, he glanced over and saw the creature nodding at him, and then Farran. The meaning was clear, although looking at the thing still made the fur on Ark's back stand up in a ridge. Mainly, though, he was very confused. Why had the creature suddenly changed its tune from wanting to attack them to...this?
And what, exactly, was Rosewood subjecting himself to? The Swan looked very nervous and Ark couldn't stop a small whimper. But he trusted the adult's word in this. He had to, as he had never relied on himself to make his own decisions. He stood in front of Farran to block him from going toward the creature, shoulders apart and all four paws planted solidly, even if it did hurt his twisted one a bit. If Farran still moved to try and attack, well, Arkady might just have to tackle the other man. Despite being a teenager still, the Coyote was built a lot more solidly than the Feline.
Something touched his shoulder gently, and Ark turned to see Dima hovering there, looking none the worse for wear. Ark sighed. "Good to see you're all right, buddy," he said quietly, and the Tove seemed content, going to gather the gifts from Piers again to carry them for his Master.
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Post by Callypso on Feb 22, 2011 21:33:54 GMT -5
Farran looked up from his caterwauling to see that the Solandrian had joined him. He stumbled forward a bit and looked him over through watery eyes. Despite being chucked halfway across teh yard, he seemed to only suffer a tweaked muscle or sprain of some kind. With a shaky breath, the feline dropped into a seat position and tentatively nudged the boy, in a friendly manner, with his good shoulder. He then scowled up at the skinny beast and readjusted his grip on his blade's handle, daring it to try and hurt them again.
I'm glad you're okay, Arkady, he mumbled without taking his eyes away from the monster. At Rosewood's suggestion, he nervously offered his damaged limb to the canine.
When he slowly realized what the monster was trying to communicate, he tore his paw from the king's grasp and scrabbled to his feet to limp a few feet toward the swan.
No way. NO WAY, Dr. Rosewood! You can't let that thing hack off your skull and eat your brains or whatever. I won't let you!
The creature reacted, gesturing for the others to keep him back. He hissed, a low warning growl in his throat. That thing had been not try and keep him from protecting his companions!
The Tulgey shook his head to indicate differently while Arkady placed his solid body between him and the swan. Fresh tears sprang to his red-rimmed eyes. His mouth hung open in disbelief, his face betraying his confusion and fear. He didn't -couldn't- understand why there were agreeing to let that beast carve open the swan.
But... but why? Rosewood, you can't!
He gawped at them for a few moments until it finally sank in that they weren't going to let him interfere. An angry frown narrowed his brows as he plopped down in a huff, still clutching his scalpel in his good hand.
Fine! YOU!, he jabbed the scalpel accusingly at the lanky creature. You'd better sew him up before you eat his brains or whatever. No funny business. And you better explain yourself after, or I'll cut you down!
Farran jutted his lower jaw out, then offered his paw again to Arkady with a mumbled thanks, keeping a suspicious watch on the creature as it tended to Zenon.
((Omg, Farran... really?!))
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