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Post by Harpsdesire on Jan 19, 2011 10:03:39 GMT -5
When his solicitous question was met by a quick, hot burst of temper, Cal was unsettled but not surprised. He cringed slightly, then swiftly relaxed as his brother nudged his beak. Fiasco’s temper was extraordinary and sometimes disturbing, but Cal knew the other boy meant no harm. He just couldn’t always seem to keep himself from overreacting.
In deference to his brother’s obvious dismay about the situation, Cal made a sympathetic noise, and then no further reference to the illness. Eating sick food was not good at all. It was even worse when you ate some good food, then some sick food, and then ended up losing both. A terribly sad outcome, he thought. Poor Fi.
At least the thought of holding the jar seemed to perk Fiasco up. Cal passed it to him carefully, as if it contained something of great value. He smiled at his brother, who seemed as interested in the blob as Cal. Together, they watched the thing puddle and gloop around.
At Fi’s tense question, Cal looked up. It seemed that both Eldy and the fiery canine had vanished into the office and shut the door. Hm, that was odd. ”Three others here. Not bad others.” He informed the young cannibal, ”Were helping me look-search for Cat, before.” He might have gone on to tell his brother more about the strangers, had not the blob in the jar suddenly started wriggling desperately.
”Nonono, stay still!” he told the blob in the jar in his brother’s paws, a little panic welling in him as a small crack started in the glass jar. His squishy was going to get away! Not only that, but broken glass was pretty bad news. He had cut his paw on a broken beer bottle in an alley once, so he knew. ”Be good!”
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Post by Kitty on Jan 19, 2011 14:11:17 GMT -5
There was a brief moment when he thought that things wouldn't escalate beyond scream. Whatever this was had paused to peer at him calmly and had looked as if it were going to communicate with him. until, of course, Eldy happened. She was up and attacking it before he could say anything and had potentially ruined any and all hopes of making this anything but a fight. His frustration with the feline only grew, but he shoved it down for now. He needed to focus on other things before the stubborn feline got them both killed.
And then the thing started spewing frothy ink at them. Between the silver splotches in his fur and the black ink he wasn't looking quite so bright and fiery anymore. Speaking of fire, he certainly hoped this substance wasn't flammable. He moved to dodge a direct hit from the dark, inky liquid but it still hissed angrily whenever it met the flames on his wings. He wasn't quite prepared to suck in the appendages just yet.
He held up a scaled hand in Eldy's direction, giving her a look that was quite an odd combination of sternness and pleading, before turning back to the ink beast. He spoke to it again, this time his voice wavered a little more then before. The thing was pissed off now and it might be difficult if not impossible to settle it back down.
She didn't mean it, you just scared her that's all. I won't let her do it again if you just calm down, maybe give us something to call you by?
His hands trembled ever so slightly as he took a few steps toward the ink monster and hoped that the feline just stood back for a moment. If not... well, he'd try and block her to make a further attempt at winning over the inky beast.
He moved his hand, open palmed of course, slowly toward the creature and smiled as brightly as he could.
I'm Casanova, Nova if you'd prefer.
This was either the most brilliant thing he had done, or the dumbest but he was willing to try and win this thing peacefully despite being terrified. |
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Post by Lucca on Jan 20, 2011 9:47:56 GMT -5
The response from the nasty,inky creature...was to spew nasty, inky stuff all over them. Eldy made a disgusted sound, followed by a snarl as he ear went back and her claws came out. She instinctively closed her eyes against the substance, which stank to high heaven and stuck nastily to her fur. She almost looked completely black, now, except for the odd patches of silver that gleamed in the dim light of the frozen office. She shook her head, wiped her cleanest paw across her face, and turned, readying her long tail for a second strike...when she caught Nova's look.
"Oh, you HAVE to be kidding me," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "You STILL want to talk with the thing? Fine. Your funeral." Huffing, Eldy marched toward the door, her iron ball-and-chain slipping across the ice, and tried the handle. Stuck, of course. And the inky substance all over her paws meant she couldn't get a good grip anyway, nor good traction on the icy floor. Stubbornly, Eldy set her teeth and set her full weight against the door, trying to push it open with all her might. She didn't want to be stuck in here with some disgusting ink monster while Mr. Moron tried to play nice with it.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 20, 2011 15:49:34 GMT -5
Sadly, the creature seems to be beyond reasoning now, tossing itself back and forth madly in a blind panic, it rushes Nova and engulfs him completely in its viscous body, inky mass folding over him until he is encased, with no way to fight through the ooze any more than one can fight water.
Eldy breaks one of her fang teeth off on the door and it doesn't budge an inch. The creature advances on her, still flinging itself at walls and frothing madly, deeply set eyes, rolling in the structure one must assume is its head.
Suddenly, it ceases movement, looking confused.
Then, it bursts into flame.
Screaming now, it hurtles forward, giving Eldy a good three seconds to get out of the way as it writhes around the office insanely, spewing flame everywhere in its distress.
It then launches itself at the door, scattering into pieces at the door literally shatters this time. Exploding into fragments along with the flaming blob creature who once again becomes many blobs of ink, all aflame, zooming toward the exit to the store.
Nova falls free, coughing up the substance as it splits, dropping him in the remains of the splintered door. His wings were an agony and seem to have retracted out of reflex, he won't be able to use them again for a full day.
The blobs of flaming ink surge through the store, setting light to everything they touch, and causing the building itself to slowly become engulfed in flame!
Quickly!
Everyone get out!
Though...the thing flailing around in the office might have melted some of that ice...do you want to try to take the gamble of going back? Or run?))
~Nathalia
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Post by Kitty on Jan 21, 2011 12:33:50 GMT -5
His eyes widened even more when the thing lunged at him, but he was unable to escape it. It didn't only lunge at him, it completely engulfed him! What was he supposed to do now? He struggled to try and get out, to be able to breathe again, but he only managed to inhale some of the inky substance, and it tasted absolutely awful; maybe even worse then it smelled.
In all his struggling he didn't notice his wings retract into his body and really wasn't aware of anything until he was sitting on the floor amidst a mass of splinters and black ooze. He took a deep gulp of air before choking a bit and coughing, more of the black ooze splattering on the ground and his limbs. Except for his shape and eye color he looked nothing like himself; he was entirely black besides little patches of silver that gleamed through it.
He looked over his shoulder to check on everyone and his heart raced a little, the blobs were on fire! Well damn, they were all zooming around and... hell the whole place was going to go up in flames fast with all this junk around. He turned his gaze to Lariel as he got up to his feet, she might listen to him at least.
Make sure everyone gets out safe, I'll join you in a moment.
He went back into the office and went to the corner where the rolled up rug was, he could put this over him when he ran out and avoid taking a hit by flaming debris, and, if it wasn't frozen solid of course, he'd take it with him and check the desk.
The least he could do was snag that key Eldy had probably been after before .... if it wasn't too hard to get of course. He wasn't a complete idiot after all. |
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Post by Callypso on Jan 21, 2011 16:35:36 GMT -5
Fi paused, clutching the glass container to his chest and blinked, then suddenly nodded amicably at the news that others had assisted Cal in his search. After all, he loved Cat. His brothers loved Cat. It made all the sense in the world that complete strangers would want to find and love Cat, too.
Maybe help find food-meats, too? After find Cat?
He clacked his beak thoughtfully and tapped his index claw against the glass. Without warning, the blob began to zip back and forth against its prison. Soon, the inky substance became a blur, the glass growing hot and beginning to crack in several places along the surface.
The cannibal squawked in alarm just as his brother began to shout at the strange creature. He felt torn, not wanting to relinquish his prize nor did he want to suffer the pains of shattered glass in his tender hands.
Unsure of what to do, Fi hissed angrily at the black thing and shook the glass container back and forth to make it stop.
Stopstopstop, black gooey! Not nice!
Oh, he was so angry! And the hot glass was starting to hurt.
Just as he was about to shake the vessel a third time, several fiery spheres shot out from the back of the shop, igniting everything they touched. A heavy crackling sound could be heard in the background as the place caught fire, some of the more spindly pieces of wood issuing a loud POP! as burst into flame.
Fiasco’s eyes bugged as small flames began dancing along the walls, his mouth dropping open to issue a terrified squeaky hiss.
KSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
He pushed his brother roughly with his beak, his claws scrabbling for purchase against the floors as he made to run out the way he came. The strange little mix clutched reflexively around the jar as they scrambled away from the fire and toward the door, all the while pushing his brother ahead of him.
GET WAY!! OUT!!
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Post by Lucca on Jan 21, 2011 19:36:17 GMT -5
Her trying to open the door was not going well. When she attempted to turn the knob with her teeth, it went worse. She actually -heard- the crack as her fang broke, and gave a yowl as pain shot up her jaw, stumbling back from the door, puffing up and hissing. Strikes from her whip-like, spiked tail did nothing to break the door either, and she really didn't like the angry flailing noises behind her one bit. She turned back around to face the inky creature, which was getting CLOSER to her, when it suddenly stopped moving.
She wondered if Nova had used some sort of spell on it...but to her utter confusion the colorful man was nowhere to be seen. And then, of course, the creature burst into flames and all hell broke loose. Eldy hissed as the now-flaming creature threw itself towards her, thanking her lucky stars she was a Feline as she leaped out of the way, back towards the desk. Her iron ball clanged off the ice as she took cover. This way, there would be some distance between her and the thing, although...
Although little balls of flame were being tossed out all over the office, melting the ice and catching the wood. "Suits," she groaned, watching from her safe spot as the creature shot the door into splinters and became little inky blobs again, all rushing madly for the door...all on fire.
The whole place was about to go up, and she was in the very back of it. "$%^&," she cursed loudly, and tensed her muscles for a run to the door when she heard coughing and... "Nova?" she cried in disbelief. "Did that thing SWALLOW YOU?" He was no longer colorful. He was covered with black ink. He seemed to be merely a shadow in the light of the flames behind him...
Ohhh right, she needed to get out, and do it now. Nova was shouting something, and Eldy gritted her teeth, hissing as this brought a fresh shot of pain to her jaw (stupid door. Good thing it was in splinters. It deserved it!) and started to walk out, slipping a bit in all the water...water? She took one precious second to look back at the desk she'd just been hiding behind, and saw the little key laying on it in a puddle of water, the ice having melted from the heat of the flames. With a cry of triumph, Eldy grabbed the key in her mouth (making sure to use the side of her mouth without a broken fang) and booked it out of the office with all the speed a Feline could when one of their back feet was pulling a heavy ball and chain.
The kids and Lariel already seemed to be out, which was good, and she caught the flicker of Nova's movement out of the corner of her eye. She hoped he made it out, too...he may have been a bit of a prick to her, but she didn't want him to die in a fire.
Even if, she reflected, it must have been his fault with those wings of his.
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Post by Harpsdesire on Jan 21, 2011 22:17:12 GMT -5
"Maybe!" Cal agreed with his brother, an amiable smile touching his beak. If that happened, it would be a Very Good Day. One of the best, maybe, since they had walked out of the wood. Books, new friends, Cat safe, and good meat....
He was startled from his brief daydream by Fiasco's hiss. He hardly had time to take in what was happening around him as more squishies, this time flaming squishies, rocketed past. Unprotesting and just a little dazed by the speed at which things suddenly seemed to be happening, Cal let himself be shoved toward the door for a moment, then turned and bolted toward it of his own accord, little caracal tail between his legs.
If there was one thing he didn't trust, it was fire. He didn't even particularly like heated, cooked foods. He certainly didn't care for the burning splinters of the door that were shooting into the room.
When safely out the door, he spun around, encouraging his brother the last few steps to safety. "Better out here, Fi!" He assured the other child. He then let out a low wail. The 'lesser' books, the cheap trade paperbacks, they were still inside! If he had known this was going to happen, he would never have left them to their fate! He should have saved them! He could have carried a bigger bag! (Although the one he did had was quite heavy enough for his light, bird-like frame, this was forgotten or ignored in waves of regret.)
Calamity briefly entertained the idea of running back inside to 'save' the books, but his fear of fire was too much for him, and he instead lingered just out of range of the increasing heat and the spot where his brother had been ill, moaning softly and pacing on clicking talons. He might have stayed there, mourning the books for some time, if another thought at not occurred to him. "Where Eldy? Eldy get out?"
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 24, 2011 20:23:59 GMT -5
((Everyone seems to have made it out a little scorched, but safe.
Eldy (I rolled a die, since your posts conflicted) managed to snag the key and Nova accidentally smacked her over the head as they both went for it at once.
The building burns away merrily, but is, fortunately, a little too far away from the other shoppes to continue in a line of flaming buildings.
You can wait for it to burn to the ground and go back in, or see if you can't locate anything of use around you.
There is a hardware shoppe near your group, a small clothing shoppe, and a shoppe full of frozen meat...
Meanwhile; Cal and Fi's little blob-thing seems to have stopped moving as much, calming down a bit and weaving in its jar as though punch-drunk...how odd.))
~Nathalia
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Post by Callypso on Jan 24, 2011 21:50:08 GMT -5
Fi plopped his slender flame upon the cobblestones near his brother and stared at the burning building as if transfixed. The dancing flames cast odd shadows against his strange pale eyes as he sat, his singed fur hissing quietly. He probably would have stayed there until the shop burned down to the foundation, but luckily Cal’s question finally registered.
Who Eldy?
And then he noticed the others stumbling out of the building after them.
His face lit up as he noticed the Mid-Ranger's flashy decorum, his throat issuing a pleasant grinding, grating noise typical of most avians.
Issa fish-cat! He cheeped happily. Cal had shown him pictures from one of his many books about underwater animals. Some had lights and some ate other fishes. They liked eating other Cards-meats, maybe he and his siblings were part fish, too? No, that couldn’t be right. They couldn’t be fishes because they couldn’t breathe underwater. His stumpy caracal tail drooped a bit as he pondered that unfortunate truth, then lit up again as he marveled at the magnificence of the fact a cat could even be part fish. He wished he could be part fish. He bet a fish-cat could help them find real Cat.
Fish-cat is Eldy?
Regardless of the answer, Fi was positively tickled by the colorful creatures who stood about, catching their breaths and looking dazedly at the flaming structure they’d just escaped. Now that Fi wasn’t really near the fire, it didn’t seem as important as these fascinating new people.
The cannibal’s attention was redirected as he felt a solid thump against the palm of his hand. The inky blob had lurched drunkenly against the jar then began an odd, wobbling dance within the glass. Fi watched, fascinated, then began his gravelly purr again, bobbing and weaving his own head in imitation.
Cal looooooooooook!
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