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Post by /|/afamere on Feb 8, 2011 14:41:17 GMT -5
Menefer had only been following his nose, he had detected the rot and smell of decaying meat a couple of streets over and had to restrain himself to go over there as well. It would have been rather bad if he had, probably worsening his ability to coop with reality instead of sinking deeper into something that he could only call exotic cooking.
He hadn't really been paying attention until he started hearing someone talking, he looked up and saw a huge fire and a portal of some sorts. Odd though as it was he saw to humans... dispictable things... having blades at one another, and the one with the sword had stopped to talk to him? How odd.
Jossigy and Lowlanders at war? It would explain much... he looked over at the girls behind him and realized that they were Jossigys... Oh Yarrow Tail... he thought quickly as he sat upon the cobble stone and thought this over for a brief moment. He looked over at Kristoff wondering what he should do... though... he figured he may try his own.
He cleared his throat, "I am Menefer da Cook, and I travel alone most of the time and I have no idea why I'm traveling now?" he said bluntly but with a slight bow. "If you mind telling me your name and why your at arms with another, then I'll answer your question as weather I'm helping or whatever with these two Jossigys" he said as he gave a small shrug and looked about some...
Was that sage on the air as well? Wasn't there a herb shop towards the main bazzar? He thought as he started to look around a bit from his sitting position.
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Post by seraaches on Feb 9, 2011 0:04:49 GMT -5
The girls cowered away from the Golfam, so baffled by the events around them that they hadn't even realized the Torque was speaking to them. Well, technically Fate had noticed, but little good would that do anyone. The Card of glass was incapable of speaking, incapable of any noise but some poor, hollow sounds of terror or fear.
And then the waves of sickness flung over them. Nevi swayed uneasily on her feet, bumping into Fate before she had a chance to answer the Golfam's angry charge or the Torque's question. She blinked blearily, baffled and confused and oh, so tired of all of the strange changes. She just wanted to go home! Tears touched her eyes, though she quickly forced them back down for Fate's sake. She had to be strong, she had to carry them through, somehow. . .
Large ears flung upwards. Was that. . . a familiar voice amidst the voices raised in anger. Neviah pushed off of Fate as well as she could, looking around desperately. Mirai? Was that Mirai?
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 9, 2011 17:04:34 GMT -5
((Cale gave the motley collection of creatures before him a bit of a sneer, all of them unappealing, traitorous idiots and trying to slide the blame onto one another now that they faced actual foes.
This was what the Josiggy did to save their young?
Give them over to idiots who would rather see them slaughtered than bare their own neck?
Cute, an interesting aspect the rest of the board likely wouldn't believe.
"Slave trader, Golfam? That doesn't exactly get you off of our list, does it, Morpheus?" Cale asked, throwing the Human Queen behind him a smirk. "Tell you what? Why don't you see if my friend there will let you off the hook while I talk to this rogue of a Torque? Maybe he'll let you go off home." His voice gave every clear indication that this was unlikely, as he strode over to the other Cat, ignoring the Josiggy girls for the moment and aiming a kick at the one not covered in glass.
"Right, Torque, state your piece."
He listened, trying not to let his brain jump to too many conclusions.
Killing people, or even injuring them, was not Cale's way...unless given a good enough reason or an unlikely enough tale.
Or unless they were a part of the Realm destroying his own.
"A cook?" He asked, thrown for a second by an answer he would never have expected, and then enraged by the continuance. "Tell you why we're at arms!? Because they've killed most of us all ready! You see those kids? See 'em? Give them five more years, and they'll be out slaughtering with their parents. If you're with them, mate, then you die with them. Stand aside!"
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Viast watched in horror as the poor thing seemed to swell like a balloon, wrapping the girl up in as tight a hug as she dared to give when the sobbing Pup clung to her.
Oh, Hell...what could she do? Until the portal was up, she couldn't even-.
She glanced back at it,one of the guards giving her a sympathetic look, the other standing with his eyes closed in concentration.
You're not going to die, sweetie, it's ok! It's gonna be ok, just a little bit longer and we'll get you straight to a doctor, first thing. I promise, then- Then, we'll get ice cream,...like I said.." She murmured, stroking the girls' back and trying to ignore the shouted conversation, quickly mounting toward what she knew would be violence in a few moments, before her.
The girl's obvious distress and agony was affecting the babies too, and sure enough, the tiny rot-faced boy began to sob with her.
Viast held onto her, trying to soothe away what she knew was probably somehting worse than she could imagine, when the girls' head snapped up and she shouted out in terror.
"Oh! Mirai,what!? What?" Panicked, she stared out at the Josiggy Deer, wishing more than anything, that what Mirai had just said wasn't true. "Oh, Hell, Cale!" She cried, setting the girl down with a whispered "Just hang on, sweetie, I'll get her." and hurrying forward.
They were just kids; they weren't Josiggies or Lowlanders, or...or damned Rabbits or anything right now, just children.
You didn't kill kids.
It didn't matter who or what they were, you didn't kill kids.
"Cale, wait!"))
~Nathalia
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Post by Kitty on Feb 9, 2011 17:27:49 GMT -5
Oh, a slave trader eh? That actually sounded like a somewhat interesting line of work, but the prospect of kicking the felines ass was a little more a draw. The corner's of his mouth curled up a little more when Cale spoke, his eyes never leaving the Golfam.
Well, we'll just have to see if he earns his way off of it.
When Cale started to move, he did as well .... only his movements were at a much quicker pace; a quicker pace then someone carrying a weapon as heavy as his shouldn't be able to. He swung the bladed edge of the pole arm at the cat [4] before sliding into a stop and aiming a kick at his backside [9], curing under his breathe when neither of those seemed as effective as he'd wanted them to be.
Mirai's tears roused the little deer from something that was between a daydream and slumber as well. The pull to cry wasn't quite as much as the desire to get the ribbon tied around his neck off, until his brother started in on it too. The highland/Lowland mix started to fuss and wiggle a bit, giving the warning that he wasn't entirely happy and might advertise that fact in a different manner at any time.
Human Ability: His Human form allows him to lift things that weigh 75 pounds or less as though they are made of paper. His marble handled weapon weighs 60 pounds...he wields it like lightning. |
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Post by /|/afamere on Feb 9, 2011 20:39:12 GMT -5
What was this man saying! He was just going to kill those two children just because they were of a different race?! that was quite unheard of! Even if he was such a important person he just couldn't let him do this...
His mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do as the man stood before him, looking down at him and then back at the children that stood behind him. This wasn't right, not at all... he couldn't let anyone just aimlessly kill because they were children. Then he figured it out... he was a cook after all!
He smiled up at the man that stood before him, "Dear me, you look famished." he said as he cast his small ability... who could fight on a empty stomach?
Cast on Cale: ♠Small Power♠
He can cause feelings of hunger in others. It can cause distractions, and small pains in the pits of other stomachs. As he raises in rank, the power could get stronger and more formidable.
"Would you want something to eat?" he asked ignoring the fact that he had a blade before him and that it could easily hew him down to size... he had to stand up for them... if he couldn't do that then how could he even do it for Mrs. White? She would hate him if she ever heard that he let two children just die before him... and yet... did a different realms taste different?
He shook of the question and bolted for the mans feet, being small did help out, and having those strong hunger pains wouldn't help for keeping balance now would it? He rushed forward while yelling to the children, "RUN YOU FOOLS!". After he attacked he would case after if they ran, and if they didn't then he didn't want to stick around either. Either way... he was going to run.
((Rolled on a D20: 14 for Bull Rush, 11 to dodge when getting away.))
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Post by Nako on Feb 10, 2011 17:08:31 GMT -5
Charlie had come up with quite an interesting coping mechanism over the years; it was to practically shut down when things got too complicated for his simple mind to comprehend. People were yelling and there was death and.. and…
Oh look, shiny things. He'd focus on pecking and trying to pick up the stray coin in the alley, or perhaps pick up his chain gently with his beak and drop it. More new people… more children. That got his attention.
His head tilted to the side curiously at their fear. What was wrong? He could not understand the significance of the color of their coat. When the man made an aggressive move toward the children… Well. Goodness!
It was a motion that really didn't seem like a move to necessarily help so much as a motion of panic. His wings opened and he clucked frantically, running toward his co-master and this angry man.. right toward Angry Man's legs.
Of course… if he didn't manage to entangle himself in anyone's legs. Silly Charlie the Chicken would just run in retarded and ineffective circles. Which is almost as hilarious.
(I rolled a 12 for.. well. Something. XD For whatever modifier may be applicable.)
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 10, 2011 19:37:40 GMT -5
Oh, swampy hells. Kristoff let out a quiet hiss. What he'd been trying to accomplish clearly hadn't worked, and if they were unimpressed by the thoughts of him as a slave trader, the truth (which wasn't that far off, the key difference being that he did not care if his captives lived or died) probably wouldn't sit all that well with them, either.
Rheumy eyes were leveled on the froofy human, all fancy clothes. Any other time, Kristoff might have been horribly impressed by them, on some deep and rather disturbing level. All those frills and ruffles. Just lovely. Unfortunately, the look on the man's face was far from that level of loveliness, and the Golfam found his frown deepening. "No' a fekkin' chanfh, m'I righ'?[/b]" he growl-muttered, swinging his body around to better face his foe. People with weapons were a right pain in the ass, they were, and this one was no exception.
As Mo ran at the Cat, the Cat activated an ability that was as much a part of him as his teeth. Graceful, Kristoff was not. Fast and clever in a fight, he was. Fast, most especially. He moved like a blur over the short distance, swinging his body around. There was a sharp pain in his shoulder as a blade sliced cleanly through fur and skin - thankfully, it wasn't too deep (11), and he managed to tumble entirely out of the way of the kick (17). Legs tensed and bunched as he lunged forward, claws extended, mouth open and ready to sink too-long teeth into tender human flesh (20 stupid Cat you're the one on a dangerous ticket! /kicks him)
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Physical and emotional pain warred within Mirai's body and soul, each one vying for more of her attention. She was crying, though she wasn't sure what part of her surroundings had brought her to this point, crying and whimpering and struggling to breathe around the swelling of her body.
No. Why was Nevi here? She shouldn't have been here, she should have been somewhere safe - she should have been able to tell Viast about her Josiggy sister sometime quiet, when there wasn't a full-out war going on between the people of the two realms. Her sister, Josiggy by looks, was an Avington at heart, wasn't she?! After all, the other Josiggies, the ones who had killed her mother.... They hated the Lowlanders! So that hatred... That should have been distasteful, hadn't it? Her thoughts were jumbled and confusing, but there were three main points that stuck out.
First, she wanted nothing more than to get ice cream with the wonderful Heifer.
Second, she wanted her sister to come too.
And finally, she did not want to die. Not in this place, not in this way.
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Post by Kitty on Feb 10, 2011 22:47:12 GMT -5
The cat was faster then his appearance had lead him to believe, although he should have expected nothing less from a Spade. But, he certainly wasn't going to let a damn seven best him. His ego simply couldn't handle that little tidbit.
He did, at least, clip the odd looking feline with his weapon, but the feline was on the attack before he could get his footing fully. He made a rather valiant effort to roll out of the way (11), but those god awful fangs still cut a a rather nice twin set of grooves into his side. A hiss of pain escaped his throat, but stinging in his side only helped him tap more into all the aggression he presently had stored away.
He braced himself with his right hand, lifted his left and made a quick motion with it, pulling from Kristoff's face toward him, he activated another ability. quite literally pulling the feline's lung contents right out.. He let himself drop back down to the ground as he gathered the feline's former air in his hands, and then shot the condensed ball(19) straight at his ugly golfam opponent.
Amazing Ability: Once a week he is now able to cause another persons' lungs to temporarily collapse. By making a quick, sharp gesture with his left hand toward their face and pulling toward himself, he is able to catch hold of the direct line of air leading back to their lungs and pull everything in it outward. This causes the victims' lungs to empty completely for a full thirty seconds, giving them strange floating black spots obscuring their vision, and most will collapse to the ground gasping...though some Queens can continue to fight regardless...though weakened. After thirty seconds, the victim will be able to gasp in large bouts of air again, clearing their vision but causing them to feel rather ill for a minute.
Once he has the air pulled from them, he is able to force it into a compressed ball in his hands and hold onto it for a minute, it then must be released in a rather strong gust of forceful wind that can be aimed at an opponent. This wind is enough to bull Queens and Kings a few feet backward, and knock Jacks and lower off their feet completely.
Using this ability on a victim more than once can cause a very strange reaction to take place, please PM the admin if this occurs. |
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 10, 2011 22:58:58 GMT -5
(( The Chicken trips Cale completely, causing the Human to curse as he falls forward over the Torque's bull rush and the Ace's stupidity.
His sword tip breaks off in the dirt and he slashes at Menefer, only just missing him and clipping his whiskers instead as he stumbles back to his feet.
Mo's spell causes the Golfam to fly five feet backward, his tail snapping cleanly in half on impact as he flattens Charlie the Chicken and knocks Cale off-balance.
Cale gives a snarl of outrage, before waiting to see if the girls say anything, aiming a kick back at the Cat who hit him.
Charlie has broken his leg and one of his wings is twisted from the Golfam's impact and dragging him along the ground.))(Waiting on Sera, then I'll do a proper post.  This is just so Mo can continue fighting Kris.) ~Nathalia |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 10, 2011 23:23:19 GMT -5
Blood spattered the feline's face and filled his mouth, prompting him to release his bite quickly and spit it out. There was no point in swallowing the fluids if he didn't have to, blood-born illness was a serious problem. A smirk curled at his lips - the human asshole had almost certainly not been expecting that.
But before he could beat a hasty retreat, the man made an odd motion with his hand. The feline had lived with backwater witches long enough to recognize a spell when it was cast, but there was no time to react (and even if there was, what the hell could he do?!). The air left Kristoff with a quiet "hurk"-ing noise, the Golfam staggering back a few steps. His vision swam, his body seeming to refuse to cooperate with his mind's orders to breathe. A moment later his legs seemed to give out beneath him and he collapsed in a scraggly heap.
He didn't see the blast coming, only felt it, the impact sending him flying. The Feline crashed into the much smaller Ace, a sharp cracking sound accompanying a pain in his tail. He rolled once or twice more, coming to rest in a heap. His lungs finally refilled, and as soon as it did, he started to scream with rage. "Fekkin' FEK! Leaf me 'lone!![/b]" he staggered to his feet and hissed, suddenly aware of a brand new pain, this one in his mouth. He spat, and one of his smaller front teeth came out and rested on the ground, neatly between his paws.
He spun, speed ability still activated, and charged for the human, aiming a swipe at his legs - but it was simply a feint, and the Cat continued to run full-tilt past the man, clearly intending to high-tail it right out of that place.
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This is just so Mo can continue fighting Kris.)