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 Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 5:37 pm
"WHEW!" A loud sound came from a red headed boy who stood up high on the garden roof of a local eatery. Why would such a place exist in a random nook of the town, he didn't know himself, but it certainly a refreshing place to escape to. Downstairs, everyone was happily celebrating his 16th birthday. They were all so very excited, his family and the staff of their household. His parents went as far as to rent out the entire restaurant for the evening, for their rather small party.
He was the only one left here out of the kids, as they went home with the driver a while back. Now, the adults downstairs were happily swapping stories of him being a young boy, and getting drunk. Not that he was disappointed or anything! Isha had such a pleasant evening with his family, and the party surpassed all expectations! Karaoke, video games, and it was even Dungeons and Dragons themed! The little nerd in him lept about in happiness while he sat on the roof top, taking in the lights and sights of the darkened city below. He was still in his LARP costume, dressed up as a Human Fisherman turned Thief. Not a very good one, but you know, something entertaining! Something breaking away from the norm!
The peace on the rooftop seemed to dissipate as something rather angry made a hissing sound in the farthest corner away from him. What.. What the hell was that?!
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 11:35 am
The hiss would draw his attention, perhaps, but it was toward the other direction he should have been looking. His eyes would lock on the small, fierce-looking cat in one corner of the roof, and he would, perhaps, register her fury: the raised spine of fur down her back, the blossoming puff of her tail, the way her ears would set back. She looked right at him and hissed again, setting the beads around her throat and the feathers mixed between them jittering, wobbling, on edge.
It would look just like she was hissing at him, and for a moment, perhaps he'd believe he'd done something wrong.
It would just be a moment, though. Then, from behind him (the direction he'd ignored in favor of the angry rumble of cat to his other side) easing silently in closer, the youma would get within arm's reach. One long, talon-tipped hand would reach out to swipe him back, fortunately away from the edge of the roof instead of toward it, those claws catching in the front of his carefully-crafted costume as it did.
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 1:58 pm
A cat. A HISSING cat. And then.. What? Something behind him was creeping closer and close, sending the hairs on the back of his neck up as they stood on end. Who was the cat hissing at..? Was there something he couldn't see..? Something that he had neglected to keep track of while he sat happily in peace on the night of his birthday, without a care in the world?
Though the edge of the roof was quite far from where he sat, there was a sense of gratefulness as he was pulled away from the angry monstrosity behind him. But what was this cat thing anyway!! Fear engulfed the boy as he pulled away from the thing that held him in a terrified manner. The fabric of the his costume was weak, a cheap muslin that he had bought without much knowledge of what he was doing. The entire costume was hastily thrown together with loose stitches and came apart quite easily in his struggles. He found himself free of the creatures grip, and took just a moment to glance at what he had been 'saved' from.
The creature wasn't large at all, no, it was about the size of a rat, no larger than his shoe. But by geebus did it look pissed! It's eyes shone a bright laser red, almost as if it were to be the stereotypical demon of sorts! Didn't mean much to him though; what frightened him more was this ferocious looking creature who now held his clothing in her clawed fingertips. She was quite the sight to behold, wild with feathers everywhere, and just looking as angry as if the rat thing before them had not only committed the sin of being a rat, but also killed her family, stole her dinner, AND owed her twenty bucks.
No. No no no nope. Isha SO wasn't going to be part of this! It was his birthday, and he was NOT READY AT ALL to die. With all the swiftness he possessed, he dashed to the roof's entrance, slamming the door shut behind him. In his hastiness, he smashed the lock of the door closed, preventing anyone else from entering in behind him, and leapt down the stairs, at least three at a time!
He wouldn't talk about what he saw, especially with his parents as smashed as they were. You would have thought it were their birthdays! That wasn't what mattered now. He was safe in here. Safe among their guards with their hidden weapons, and protective disposition towards the family. What ever happened up on the roof.. Who ever that beast was, or what that rat was, or whatever it was up there.. It didn't matter. It was just a bad dream. A hallucination caused by inhaling too many helium balloons to entertain his younger brother, surely. Isha wouldn't do that again, no way. Now.. All he wanted to do was to go home, to load up his family in the limo, and head right back to the comfort and safety of his estate.
And that is exactly what he did.
and be blue I've decided against having him awaken here. I apologize for wasting your time, and Thank you for trying though! It's greatly appreciated that we gave it a try!
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 2:46 pm
The boy ran: there was, in Lee's opinion, nothing really new about that. Humans were weak and fragile. They fell down and broke bones; their nails weren't nearly enough to break through skin; their teeth were, mostly, the blunt stubs of harvesters instead of true hunters. Something in her, though, followed him. Something in her shifted, and reached out. Something made her head turn.
Potential. Potential wasted, and potential lost. Potential she'd have kept an eye out later, except Laoise didn't tend to chase after those afraid to stand up for themselves.
And, for her own part, Lee was unafraid. Even faced with a youma a good ten times her size, she didn't back down. Even without a knight at her side [where was Breu when she needed him? Where was Sisyphus?]. Bravado strengthened a cat's backbone, and that went double for Guardians.
She hissed again, her tail lashing as she did, and the lumbering Youma's attention turned from the retreating young man, the slammed door, the damaged hinges, onto the pitiful little creature in one corner of the roof. At the same time, she jumped in, racing forward to slash at the monster's ankles, to claw up its back, and bound past.
It was like a bee battling a lion, and Lee confused as to which role she was in, hissing and buzzing around him. After all, it only took one swipe of a giant hand to send her sideways, crashing into the barrier at the edge of the roof and collapsing there to catch her breath.
He was quiet, but at least he was slow, oozing across the roof toward her at a pace that gave her plenty of time to catch her breath. Each sliding step brought him closer to her, and also closer to the edge.
It was pure desperation that left her using a magic she hadn't in living memory: the star on her forehead lighting up like a beacon and that light bursting from it to strike the youma. It would numb. It would paralyze. It wouldn't do much, shouldn't be enough to save her, but --
The youma took the shot to the leg, and as it did, it swayed in place. It wobbled. And, finally, it tumbled off the edge of the roof.
The beam wouldn't destroy it, but perhaps the fall would.
And Laoise would be left, alone, limp with exhaustion, hoping that it was an agent of order that saw the beacon and picked her up to take her home, instead of chaos.
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