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Post by Nako on Jan 31, 2011 22:32:32 GMT -5
In a daze, Karrock could do little more than lay on the floor as various potions and bottles shattered around him, soaking into his skin. It made him ache all over… or was that just from the aggressiveness of the attack?
Either way, he wasn't being attacked any more, but the chaos had not ended. The biped had pulled himself back up, his expression.
Oh suits.
Karrock let out another scream, reaching an impossibly shrill pitch as the crazed wolf threw himself at the bull.
Scared… Yes, Orin could admit to himself that he was scared. A crazy man was now throwing himself at the poor lad… He'd been sure when Karrock threw the man across the room that perhaps he'd not get back up. Or rather that had been a desperate hope.
And now he was about to get killed for something he didn't even do. Damned Lowlanders.. it was all their fault. Lowlanders no doubt killed his parents.. and now a Lowland sympathizer was about to give him a very, very close shave.
Well, he wasn't going to let that happen, not without a fight.
Orin was by no means the hulking brute of a bull he hoped to one day become, but he still had his horns, and a skin no doubt thicker than some of the daintier breeds. Head lowered and face protected by his posture, one hoof scraped at the wooden floor in preparation for a charge before his hind legs powered him forward. His cloven hooves scrabbled for purchase for a second before finding a groove between the boards, and he pushed himself forward with all of his might, aiming low.
((Bwahahaha! Oh Orin... You're so dumb XD))
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Post by Kitty on Feb 1, 2011 0:16:22 GMT -5
Her ears perked when she started hearing noises from up above. What.... could be going on? Sure they were probably awake and groggy but.... those thumps. And then finally a scream that had to be Karrock, it was such an odd noise that it had to be his. And... Kels.... he had .... passed out now as well? What was going on?
Those tufted ears flipped backward as she turned herself toward the stairs and pulled a move that was something Orin was more likely to do really. The feline barreled up the stairs, hell bent on meeting whatever was up there and putting an end to whatever was going on so she could go home.
However, the sight at the top made her come to a skidding halt .... and right she nearly slipped in a mixture of potions and broken glass. She winced when pain radiated up from her paw, but fixed her meanest expression on her maw and aimed it for the crazy stranger.
Come to kill some more people, have you? I think not!
Her little tail twitched furiously as she activated an ability, not really thinking it all the way through. Thus she unleashed a pelting hail of sharp little pine cones upon everyone in the room with her.
Pinecone: Once a week, they will now be able to summon up a small, pelting hail of pinecones for a full minute. The pinecones will not affect the caster, and will rain around them in a 50 foot circle and move with them as they do. The pinecones are hard and sharp and very distracting. |
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Post by Callypso on Feb 1, 2011 15:12:38 GMT -5
Recovery wasn’t a luxury Emery could afford that day. No sooner had Alohilani reached Kels than several loud thumps sounded overhead. Shortly afterward, a shrill scream that could only belong to Karrock sounded on the upper level. Any color that Emery still had left his furry cheeks.
The Ace glanced over to see that Kels was now lying on the floor- when had that happened?!
His mind began racing. There was no telling what was upstairs and they had the distinct disadvantage of being on a lower level. How could they get upstairs and maneuver to force the enemy downstairs? And how the hell were they to accomplish this with only two people?!
He turned to the Selkie to discuss strategy but she was blur of blue and white as she thundered past him.
Wait!!! Emery reached out a claw to stop her – much too late. She had zipped up the stairs and now her muffled voice joined the fray upstairs.
Shit.
Now what was he going to do?
Instead of rushing after the feline, he tucked the broken bracelet he had taken between his wing feathers and scurried over to the oven to search for what had to be there – yes! A poker to stoke the fire! He pulled open the lower hatch of the oven where the wood still burned and stuck the poker a quarter of the way in. Good.
He sought the darker corners of the basement and found a decrepit cabinet with a few sacks of flower. The Ace frowned, hoping the Boggie would fit in it, then dragged the unconscious Kelsier across the dim cellar and gently placed him in the cabinet and shut the door. For good measure, he grabbed a clawful of flour and rubbed it over the door handle to make it look as though it had been left untouched. He hoped to Hearts Kels would be safe there.
Scrambling back to the oven, he checked the poker – almost ready, and began poking around the other side of the oven. There had to be something here… something else he could use. Aha! Behind the oven lay a discarded cookie sheet, blackened and crusty from several years of use. This would do nicely.
Emery took a breath, shaking his claw to ease away the tingling that still lingered from touching the strange trinket. He would have to investigate it later – if there was a later.
Finally, the chipmunk/fisher bird slunk up the stairs quietly and inched his beak out to survey the damage, his heart pounding in his throat. He felt a bit foolish, armed with a red-hot poker and a sheet pan, but what else could an Ace do? He was hesitant to try out his newly acquired magic – who knew if they’d need it later?
Glass was shattered on the floor among a pool of strange liquid, as well as a few dribbles of blood – it looked like Alohilani had stepped in the mess. Karrock cowered as Orrin charged toward a towering biped… was that? It was- it was Mr. Todd! A crazed Mr. Todd, from the looks of it. Emery had heard of his temper, but why was he attacking them? Unless…
Mrs. Lovett…
He shook his head to clear it and tried to think – how was he going to get around the crazy barber?
Out of nowhere a hailstorm of pinecones began raining down from the sky – now was his chance!
Easing the sheet pan over his head to guard him from the pinecones, he raced around the edge of the pool, trying to avoid the liquid and glass, and scrambled on top of the cashier’s counter. He braced himself, sheet pan in front but still angled to protect him from the pinecones and brandished the fiery poker toward the barber’s back.
Mr. Todd! STOP THIS! We have to find Lovett’s murderer!!
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 1, 2011 20:44:39 GMT -5
((The Wolf jammed the razor blade into the wall and leaped as the Bull charged (13), one of the horns ran a long, jagged cut down the length of his leg, and he swung around; digging his claws into the Josiggy mix's flanks as he plowed on and leaving a ruin of jagged scratches of his own making.
Ripping the razor back out of the wood, he aimed to bring it down across the Josiggy's back, right between the shoulders. (15)
Another voice rang out, female, something in his brain tried to fight through the hatred flaring all around him...ought not to...hurt women.
The fuzzy outline of a slender form registered, before harsh words and stinging pain lit into him.
With a roar of frustration, he slashed about the near area wildly (6), in a mad attempt to fend off the cones.
It did little good.
One socked him in the eye, blacking it and forcing it to swell shut almost at once; another cracked into his arm hard enough for him to feel his last two fingers on his left hand go numb from the force; a third caught him directly on the nose, causing it to fount blood all down his muzzle...adding to the appearance of a madman in every respect. (Rolled a 2, 9, and 10 respectively).
Wrenching another small razor from his pocket, he hurled it across the room in the direction of the Feline, though it could just as easily have struck the Ace clambering out of the basement. (17, so it hit someone, I just don't know who or how.)
A clattering sound as he continued moving, trying to avoid another collision with the Josiggy, while making attempts to reach his main desk for another assortment of weaponry, his lips pulled back in a grim smile.
Another voice managed to break through into a small, sensible part of his mind.
It did so by using his moniker.
Yes, yes, he went by Mr. Todd.
Hazily, he made out the form of the Ace...looked familiar, wasn't that one of the little vagabonds Emily had been so fond of feeding after hours?
Lovett...Emily...yes, that was why he was angry, actually.
He grabbed up a handful of dangerous looking bottles and two pointed instruments and brandished them.
"And who f'he hell 're you!? Hell d'you want, why're you wit' him? Come t'finish me off for bein' business partners wit' a Lowlander? I'll kill all of you!"))
~Nathalia
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Post by Kitty on Feb 3, 2011 0:54:59 GMT -5
She was momentarily distracted from her glaring at the man as she pelted him with a pinecone barrage by the absolutely ridiculous Ace trying to clamber up atop the register. What on earth was doing with that poker and the cookie sheet? If things weren't a little more serious then that she would have rolled over laughing at him. And the severity came flashing back in horrible pain and a disgusting little noise that accompanied it as the razor stuck it's self quite firmly in her shoulder.
The instant it hit her she stumbled back, parted her jaws and let loose a high pitched yowl of pain. She stumbled back on three paws and leaned up against the wall for a little extra support while she took a moment to peer at it. Only a trickle of blood stained her white fur for now but she knew full and well it'd be worse then that if she yanked out, but she'd have a weapon.... but it would bleed, and it would hurt more.
Somehow she hadn't been expecting pain and, like the spoiled little thing she was, her jaw started to tremble a bit. She tried to fight it but the whole day rushed up and attacked her all at once, too much. It was quiet at first, just some tears soaking into her cheek fluff, but within a matter of minutes the feline broke down into tears and pitiful noises. Too much for one day, just too much.
[[ Poor thing rolled a 19, so it's pretty firmly stuck >.> ]] |
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Post by Callypso on Feb 3, 2011 13:09:52 GMT -5
Emery looked straight in the wolf’s one good eye and managed to suppress a shudder at the sight. Blood had matted the fur on the barber’s muzzle and his good eye was bulging with hatred and confusion. He… he wasn’t himself. He swallowed and addressed the man quietly, softly, and clearly. It would do no good to fight crazy with crazy, so he would remain calm and try to bring the man out of his madness.
I’m Emery, Mr. Todd. Mrs. Lovett used to give me leftovers out back, you see. She was a very nice lady and I want to help. The Ace nodded toward the Jossigy, who was nursing wounds of his own. That’s Orin. He… didn’t hurt anyone – the Lowlanders. I’m sorry he hurt you, Mr. Todd, but I think you scared him and our friend, Karrock over there. We didn’t know you were here, or else we would have come to you first. Mr. Todd - we’re trying to find out who killed Mrs. Lovett. Will you please help us?
Slowly during the conversation, Emery had lowered the sheet pan, inch by inch to cover his front. He never took his gaze away from the barber, but he didn’t like how Mr. Todd was brandishing more bottles and sharp implements at him. It would be foolish not to cover his front.
A sharp, mournful wail sounded from the basement entrance. His eyes flickered toward the Selkie – who had a razor sticking out from her shoulder. Oh suits… If she was lucky, the blade hit the sweet spot between bone and muscle – but he very much doubted it. She would need a doctor. As soon as his quick survey of her was done, he returned Mr. Todd’s gaze and held it. It was difficult this time, though, as the feline began to whimper and cry. Emery wanted to rush over to her to help stop the bleeding, but he knew any sudden movements might send the barber over the edge. They had to be careful.
Mr. Todd. That’s Alohilani. She’s my friend and she’s hurt. We need to help her find a doctor. We need to help her so we can find Mrs. Lovett’s murderer. Can you do that? Will you help us?
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 7, 2011 22:25:39 GMT -5
((Mr. Todd slowly lowered some of his implements, the Bull not seeming to have recovered for another shot, or even spoken sine his first rush.
The girl's cry of pain cut through to him, and something in his good eye re-focused, swiveling to focus on the creature...the Ace, that Emily had thought was so darling.
"Emery?" He snorted, blood flecking the Ace's white pelt. "Yeah...yeah, f'ink I remember f'at one. Talkin' Ace, effin' mad, all of you." He mumbled, lowering his weapons and snarling at the pain, finger caressing his nose gingerly.
His eyes flicked back to the Cat as she started to cry in earnest.
He...he liked Cats...not like Birds, but...regardless...he liked women.
"Shit." He grunted, moving over to her, the look leaving his eye as he moves to stand over her.
"Hopin' you'll forgive me...s'not my day, y'see." He whispered to her, kneeling down and holding his hands up as a sign of peace. "I kin get that out...if y'like."
His neck bristled a little as the feeling of wrong crept down his spine.
Sure, he remembered the weird little Ace Emily had liked to feed because he "knew a few words", but the thing had just spat complete coherent sentences at him.
Questioning his sanity for the first time all day, he reached for the blade embedded in the girl's shoulder.))
~Nathalia
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Post by Nako on Feb 8, 2011 15:44:40 GMT -5
((Gah sorry, you were right though, Orin hadn't recovered. My poor baby rolled a 1. I have NO idea what the extent of his injury should be.))
White hot pain shot from his shoulders all the way up into his head, the blade hitting its mark and sinking deep between his shoulders. His front legs gave out from under him, slamming his face into the hardwood floors. A single moan, and then nothing.
The bull lay there, breathing shallow as blood pooled from his wound.
"Orin!" Karrock keened, scrabbling over to the injured bull when the crazed barber seemed to calm somewhat. His body still hurt.. But Orin, poor Orin! His stupid, boorish knight in shining armor was bleeding He shot a rather shitty look over his shoulder, giving a toss of his head akin to some catty hairflick. Of course, all it managed to do was jostle the tassels at the base of his neck.
"What about him? HmmmMMM? Oh.. Orin, I'm so sorry, I.. I.." He fluttered uselessly around the bleeding bull.
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Post by Callypso on Feb 8, 2011 16:46:04 GMT -5
He watched with some relief as the madness in Mr. Todd’s single good eye cleared. He didn’t move, or place his makeshift weapons down, and merely suppressed a shudder as blood sprinkled across his face from the barber’s smashed nose. The Ace smiled, weakly, and gave a tiny nod.
Yes, that was me. I’m sorry I never was able to know Mrs. Lovett properly. Kind of hard, being an Ace and all…
His sentence trailed as his heart jumped into his throat - the wolf had turned toward the Selkie. Oh please, let the man try to help her. Then he caught the tone of the whispers, if not the actual words, and allowed himself to briefly close his eyes and tilt his head upwards in thanks.
Emery’s moment of security was immediately ruined when Karrock chose that precise moment to open his wretched little beak. The Ace shot a nasty, wide-eyed look at the creature, shaking his head back and forth for all he was worth. Through gritted teeth he mouthed, “SHUT. UP.” Even if his soundless command wasn’t understandable, his frustration should have been. Honestly, it was as if Karrock and Orin were trying to get them killed!
Yes, well, the Ace spoke carefully, Mr. Todd is in need of some care, also. Once we find a doctor we can get everyone mended and then be on our way to finding Mrs. Lovett’s murderer.
Emery looked back at Mr. Todd and Alohilani, praying he could keep the man calm enough to agree to help them.
What do you say, Mr. Todd? Will you help us?
He was leaving out important details like, say, Cards randomly appearing and disappearing, the pile of bodies outside, the person he found in the meat grinder… but he didn’t think this was an appropriate time to mention those things. Mr. Todd’s focus was pretty singular at this point, but hopefully they could get him around. Provided Karrock kept his beak clamped, of course.
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Post by Kitty on Feb 8, 2011 21:03:06 GMT -5
Her ears went back when he approached but he seemed different then he had just a moment ago. She'd never met someone that could just be insane like that, and then be perfectly normal in nearly no time at all. but ... damn if she didn't want that thing out of her shoulder.
She nodded up at him, sniffling a bit as she tried to stop crying. When the man went for the blade she squeezed her eyes shut tight and tried to prepare herself for what was going to happen next. Was it going to hurt more coming out then it had going in? She'd never been impaled with anything before, and didn't quite know what that answer would be.
R-ready when.... you are.
She tilted her head to the side a bite and unsheathed her claws as she waited to see if he'd actually pull the thing out or not. Well, that is if Karrock hadn't soured his mood again with that comment after all.
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