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 Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 3:30 pm
Oh man, was he lost. No, not just lost, lost. LOST, with all capital letters. It was pathetic. It was ridiculous. It was totally and completely irritating.
Pushing a stalk of corn out of his face before it thwacked him in the forehead, Ren reached up, swiping a hand across his forehead. Sweat was beginning to bead there, sliding down his neck, from the efforts of trying to make his way through seven foot tall plants of corn. He couldn't see over them, under them, or through them, so the only way he was getting anywhere was just using his wooden bat as a sort of mower - holding it horizontally in front of him, he plowed his way through the field, determined to find the others.
...of course, this plan was not entirely successful, and soon Ren found himself with a mouthful of leaves. Spitting them out, he let out a frustrated growl, his wings curling against his back irritatedly. There was no real room for them to spread out here, and the soft downy feathers kept catching on the stiff corn, jerking him to an abrupt halt every few minutes.
That, and the fact that he kept hearing that consistent sobbing, like someone was crying, was really beginning to freak him out. In a not-so-good way.
"JACKDAMMIT!" Ren screeched aloud, resisting the urge to just throttle one of the stalks. He settled for merely grabbing one and yanking.
It just whacked him in the face.
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OnionGrump rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:10 pm
Turns out, Ren wasn't the only one lost.
After the battle with that cloaked man, Tybalt was also stuck trying to locate the group again. Which unfortunately for him, was proving to be quite the difficult task. With this fog and these freakin' stalks of corn, he couldn't see s**t! Nor could he hear or smell anything! Damn... he couldn't even phase through things like he normally did and in the end was stuck pushing his way through.
Pausing to rest. The black dog crouched down and pulled his hood over his head. The sound of crying wasn't dying down. Even now that he pulled his hood over his ears, he could still hear it. It was both terrifying and annoying and he was torn between being angry or scared.
It didn't help that Ren's screech, startled him to the point that he jumped and grabbed both his weapon, as well as a stalk of corn to throw at the intruder.
"TAKE THAT!" He yelled; throwing the corn directly at the source of movement.
(( Rolling to see if the corn hit's Ren! 8D
Even = miss
Odd = hit ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:20 pm
Ren had been standing in the same spot for several minutes now, musing over which direction to go. If he went right, the sound of the (admittedly quite creepy) sobbing seemed to grow louder. However, if he went left, the sobbing seemed to grow quieter, but it was an eerie silence, not exactly comforting. He reached a hand up, rubbing the back of his neck absently. Left, right, left, right...
Scritch scritch.
His ears flicked up. WHAT WAS THAT. It was a rustling noise, coming from a few feet away, diagonally in front of him. Ren turned sloooowwwwlllllyyyyy, his eyes narrowing.
Scritch scritch. Scritch scritch. Scri -
"TAKE THAT!"
Something came flying towards Ren's head. Luckily for him, the aim was way off, and the something - which happened to be an ear of corn - bounced off of Ren's shoulder and puttered to the ground. For a moment Ren just stared at it, then in the direction it had come. He recognized that voice...
Stalking towards the corn stalks, Ren stuffed his hand into a particularly thick cluster, his fingers gripping cloth and with a quick yank he pulled the someone out.
"TYBALT!" Ren yelled. "WHAT are you DOING."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:46 pm
Damn he missed! And he was so sure his aim was getting better too...
Disappointed, he was about to grab another ear of corn to throw, when a hand shot through the clump of corn stalks he had been hiding behind; grabbing hold of him and dragging him right through without warning. Which unfortunately for the one grabbing, startled the black dog into biting down on it viciously.
Too bad that someone just had to be Ren.
"Attacking the enemy." He answered in a matter-of-fact tone, now that had released the gryphon's hand and spat. Though to be honest. Now that he knew who it was, he was even more tempted to try hitting the gryphon boil. This time out of spite.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 6:03 pm
He had not been mistaken. There was no mistaking that black skin or those pointed black ears, the glowing blue eyes.
"Tybalt, what are you dooooooiiiIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG OW OW OW WHAT THE JACK --!
Or the sharp teeth that had just bitten into his hand. Ren scrambled backwards, shaking his hand in a rather pathetic attempt to get his hand away from the dog, but, as usual, that only seemed to make things worse.
Thankfully, however, Tybalt released his jaws and Ren staggered a bit at the unexpected loss of weight. There was already blood beginning to slide down his wrist, and Ren scowled at the boil, cradling one hand in his other.
"Wrong enemy," he said peevishly, and reached out, deliberately and obnoxiously ruffling Tybalt's hair to mess it up. "Also that was so not nice, ya Jacking moron, why would you do that."
Out of all the people he could have found in the middle of a cornfield - ALL THE PEOPLE - it had to have been the black dog. Under normal circumstances, Ren would have just laughed him off, but considering that Tybalt had, in fact, bitten him, he was a little less than thrilled.
He debated throttling him. Instead, he just said "Have you seen anyone you know yet?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 6:34 pm
Tybalt growled when inevitable hair ruffling occurred; pawing at it in a sad attempt to tidy it, at least a little.
"I already told you! I thought you were the enemy!" He snapped. Annoyed that he had to repeat himself to the him. "Anyways, it was your own fault for grabbing me like that! You startled me!"
This was just great! Wonderful! It was just his luck that he had to run into this guy! THIS. SUCKED.
"Huh? People?" He asked. "Yeah... I was with a couple of others just a moment ago. Just before I got dragged off by one of those cloaked people." He finished the last part with a growl. Still angry for having being toyed with throughout the fight.
Damn that guy! He would pay him back for that tenfold!
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 7:04 pm
"If you had any common sense at all, you'd know that I wasn't the enemy," Ren said briskly to Tybalt, waving a hand nonchalantly. Until he realized that it was, in fact, his injured hand, and that blood was still streaking down his wrist. Then he dropped it back against his chest. He would have wrapped it with his bandanna, but he had used that to wrap Yaya's ankle. Instead he just pressed his wrist against his stomach.
"I wouldn't have grabbed you if you hadn't chucked a thing of corn at my head," Ren said with a pointed look in the boil's direction, lifting a brow as if to say which, by the way, was a stupid thing to do anyway. The look of exasperation turned quickly into one of curiosity, however, at the dog's next statement.
"Cloaked people?" he repeated, pushing up on his toes to try and see over the tops of the corn stalks. It was no use; he really was way too short to see over seven foot tall plants. "You got attacked by one of those cloaked people?"
A pause. Then:
"Man, that sucks."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 7:21 pm
"Well it was kind of hard to see that." He snarled. He was supposed to know this--how? The place was blanketed in some strange fog and filled with freakin' tall corn stalks. Really! HOW. THE. HELL. was he supposed to know?
"Oh shut up! Just be glad I didn't throw the pipe at you." As tempting as that sounded. "Seriously though! What did you expect? You didn't even speak until after you hauled me out! A warning in future would be nice." At least it would save Ren an injured hand. Maybe.
"Yes..." He started but stopped; glare intensifying when he made that last comment about his encounter with the cloaked figure. Now very tempted throw the pipe at his head.
"Maybe if you're lucky you'll get to fight one too." He growled, every word dripping with sarcasm.
He really wanted to hit this guy.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 7:35 pm
Ren quirked an eyebrow at Tybalt.
"Hard to see because you're so short?" he asked cheekily, his voice laced with amusement. Swinging the old wooden bat absently in his hand, Ren used it to poke at the dog's side. "If you'd thrown that pipe you probably would have missed, anyway. You know, seeing as how your reach is so small and all."
He was probably gonna get a fist to his face at that, or maybe a kick to his shin, but it was too much fun to tease the boil. That, and being glib and obnoxious was helping to curve the edge off of the incessant worry that kept gnawing at his stomach. It was difficult to say just how much Ren hated being away from the others, how much his mind kept twisting in his concern for the well-being and safety of the ones he cared for her.
That being said, being stuck with Tybalt was, to say the least, not really what he had intended. Ren grinned at the black dog.
"Me?" he said lightly. "Nahhh, not a chance. What're they gonna do, attack a pathetic boil with an injured hand? Nope, you're a better target than I ammmm~"
Reaching over, Ren twisted his hands against the sides of Tybalt's head playfully, mussing up the boil's hair even more. "This fog is ridiculous," he said conversationally. The gesture was hurting his injured hand, but it was amusing, so he kept doing it. "Are you sure you haven't seen anyone? Anyone at all? Besides el creepo in el creepo cape-o?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 7:56 pm
SMACK
"I'm NOT short!" He snarled. Fist clenched and ready to hit, even through he already struck him across the cheek. Why did this guy always feel the need to pick on his height, when it was clear that he was the one who was too damn tall!?
"Che! Don't press your luck. I'm sure there will be one who would just love to fight you..." He paused in thought before continuing. "Probably all of them." He finished; swatting at the gryphon boils hands.
"Would you quit that!? Jack! Why are you such a pain!?" He demanded, glaring at the other boil. "And I already told you I did! I got separated from them! Remember?" Obviously the idiot-gryphon hadn't listened.
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Dragain rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:09 pm
Kuro-Mizuki Ren quirked an eyebrow at Tybalt.
"Hard to see because you're so short?" he asked cheekily, his voice laced with amusement. Swinging the old wooden bat absently in his hand, Ren used it to poke at the dog's side. "If you'd thrown that pipe you probably would have missed, anyway. You know, seeing as how your reach is so small and all."
He was probably gonna get a fist to his face at that, or maybe a kick to his shin, but it was too much fun to tease the boil. That, and being glib and obnoxious was helping to curve the edge off of the incessant worry that kept gnawing at his stomach. It was difficult to say just how much Ren hated being away from the others, how much his mind kept twisting in his concern for the well-being and safety of the ones he cared for her.
That being said, being stuck with Tybalt was, to say the least, not really what he had intended. Ren grinned at the black dog.
"Me?" he said lightly. "Nahhh, not a chance. What're they gonna do, attack a pathetic boil with an injured hand? Nope, you're a better target than I ammmm~"
Reaching over, Ren twisted his hands against the sides of Tybalt's head playfully, mussing up the boil's hair even more. "This fog is ridiculous," he said conversationally. The gesture was hurting his injured hand, but it was amusing, so he kept doing it. "Are you sure you haven't seen anyone? Anyone at all? Besides el creepo in el creepo cape-o?" 
A mysterious hooded figure has been watching the student's actions all this time. Out of nowhere the seemingly fade from the fog right in front of your student, grabbing them away from the others. Your student is being attacked - he probably just jinxed himself!
The hit from the daggers will leave a stinging sensation, leaving the boil feeling rather drained.
[REMEMBER, STUDENTS CAN NOW ROLL 2D8!]
HP: 11
Damage: 4
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:23 pm
Dragain
A mysterious hooded figure has been watching the student's actions all this time. Out of nowhere the seemingly fade from the fog right in front of your student, grabbing them away from the others. Your student is being attacked - he probably just jinxed himself!
The hit from the daggers will leave a stinging sensation, leaving the boil feeling rather drained.
[REMEMBER, STUDENTS CAN NOW ROLL 2D8!]
HP: 11
Damage: 4
A.) Feeling totally and completely outraged that Tybalt had just slapped him, and
B.) Feeling totally and completely shocked that Tybalt had just slapped him.
He shouldn't have been surprised. After all, he'd pushed too far, and -
Oh. Oh dear, oh no -
His arm hurt. Ren felt something slice into his arm and he let out a shout of pain, something reverberating up and down his spine. He collapsed in a pathetic heap on the ground, breathing heavily as he stared up at the figure above him.
"Nahhh, not a chance. What're they gonna do, attack a pathetic boil with an injured hand? Nope, you're a better target than I ammmm~"
Famous last words. Famous STUPID last words. Why had he said them again?
With a frustrated growl, Ren pushed himself to his feet, leaping towards the cloaked figure and swinging the old wooden bat in his hand as hard as he could. Most unfortunately, the lingering effects of whatever it was that the person had used on him made his aim slightly off, and he missed entirely.
Jackdammit.
Ren's HP: 21
Damage: 0 [ REN YOU FAIL AT LIFE. : | ]
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Dragain rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:31 pm
Kuro-Mizuki Ren had been in the process of doing two things:
A.) Feeling totally and completely outraged that Tybalt had just slapped him, and
B.) Feeling totally and completely shocked that Tybalt had just slapped him.
He shouldn't have been surprised. After all, he'd pushed too far, and -
Oh. Oh dear, oh no -
His arm hurt. Ren felt something slice into his arm and he let out a shout of pain, something reverberating up and down his spine. He collapsed in a pathetic heap on the ground, breathing heavily as he stared up at the figure above him.
"Nahhh, not a chance. What're they gonna do, attack a pathetic boil with an injured hand? Nope, you're a better target than I ammmm~"
Famous last words. Famous STUPID last words. Why had he said them again?
With a frustrated growl, Ren pushed himself to his feet, leaping towards the cloaked figure and swinging the old wooden bat in his hand as hard as he could. Most unfortunately, the lingering effects of whatever it was that the person had used on him made his aim slightly off, and he missed entirely.
Jackdammit.
Ren's HP: 21
Damage: 0 [ REN YOU FAIL AT LIFE. : | ]
The figure didn't even flinch at the last attack attempt - it was as if it expected the boil to miss him completely. Daggers out and glowing purple, the figure swiftly moved the blades across the boil's arm - again, there was a stinging sensation followed by the feeling that his energy was being drained. Then, the figure moved back, putting some distance between them before gesturing for him to come towards him... And then tapped a finger on his wrist, as if to say 'come on, I don't have allll day!'
HP: 11
Damage: 4
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:42 pm
Dragain
The figure didn't even flinch at the last attack attempt - it was as if it expected the boil to miss him completely. Daggers out and glowing purple, the figure swiftly moved the blades across the boil's arm - again, there was a stinging sensation followed by the feeling that his energy was being drained. Then, the figure moved back, putting some distance between them before gesturing for him to come towards him... And then tapped a finger on his wrist, as if to say 'come on, I don't have allll day!'
HP: 11
Damage: 4
It was mocking him. The damn thing was mocking him. Angrily, Ren spun around, raising the bat again as he threw himself at the cloaked figure, his fingers tightening around his makeshift weapon as he swung it.
And missed. Again. His grip was weak. Those blades had hurt. And they were still hurting.
Ren's HP: 17
Damage: 0 [ OH COME ONNNNN RENNNN D8 ]
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Dragain rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:49 pm
Kuro-Mizuki It hurt. It hurt a lot. Ren felt something slide against his arm, something sharp, and everything reverberated, Ren staggering to the side, his head spinning. His heart was clattering noisily in his chest, and for a few brief seconds he just stood there, dragging in ragged breaths of air.
It was mocking him. The damn thing was mocking him. Angrily, Ren spun around, raising the bat again as he threw himself at the cloaked figure, his fingers tightening around his makeshift weapon as he swung it.
And missed. Again. His grip was weak. Those blades had hurt. And they were still hurting.
Ren's HP: 17
Damage: 0 [ OH COME ONNNNN RENNNN D8 ]
The figure only shook his head as he missed again, wagging a finger at the boil with its other hand on its hip, as if pitying him - while it was a silent gesture, it was most definitely finding the boil's display a little pathetic. Throwing its arms out to the side, the purple glow surrounding both daggers dimmed a little as the figure tapped the blunt end of one of its dagger against his chest.
Was it giving him an opening out of pity?
HP: 11
Damage: 0
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