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 Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 5:16 pm
((If she threw it, it would have gained quite a bit of momentum, so Tally's range isn't important as long as she threw it hard enough. Anyway, it's melted by now because of the rain, so it would be improbable to find it.
And I'm trying not to godmod. If I cross the border, tell me and I'll fix it.
I'll stop now, I'm being a b***h.))
"I don't need your bloody leeches." Tally snarled, standing up and rubbing her head. However, her voice wasn't as cold as it normally was now-a-days, and a bit of her old accent was coming through. Apparently, hitting her head had brought some things back. "And what do you care how I look? It's nothing of your concern." Tally's head was throbbing still. She could hear voices, no doubt from the others in the area, echoing through her head. There was one voice louder than the rest, one she didn't recognize. "No! Get away from them, you bastards! They're innocent!" Tally twitched slightly. With her telepathy acting up this bad, she wouldn't be able to even make herself float for a while. She would be practically defenseless.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 6:49 pm
Kuro's rib clicked louder. He winced, and, involentarily, coughed.
Blood stained his fur now. The lance of pain that was shooting through his chest was probably a punctured lung, or possibly something less serious. Probably not, though.
He'd come so far! He'd jumped dimentions, Sailed the Seas, Fought aliens, and waged war on Hell its self, and, now, he was dying due to a simple sling shot pellet.
To Put it simply, he failed. Possibly for the last time.
No brave fight to rescue her. No Final battle of good and evil (Which was he, anyways?) and, most prominent in his mind, no need for all his effort. Every moment of his life, useless.
He may have made it, maybe, if it wasn't for the falls, the magical crushing blackness, or the fact that (The memory wasn't to clear on this one) the tree he was leaning on had been violently ripped from the ground and the root hadn't hit him.
Hell, he wouldn't even die as himself. He'd die as an immitation of someone else, wouldn't he? He didn't have any energy left.
He coughed again, before managing to shout out something, the immitation of Hell Hounds voice cracking, wavering.
"You win, fate."
And the world slipped away as unconsiousness claimed him.
Grey fur, stained with red, lay against the torn ground where the tree once was, as the life of a young adventurer slowly began to leave him.
((Har. We'll see, we'll see.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 7:57 pm
"Technically, they're not bloody yet. Givith them a few moments 'pon thy bum and see what wonders they do." Jones tucked away the slimey parasites for later use. With hands resting on his non-existant hips, he curiously watched as Tally suffered a psionic spaz-attack.
"Madam, I fear thou art wrong in the head." he said squarely.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 5:12 pm
"You fear? You know nothing of the word." Tally shuddered slightly and brushed a strand of her sopping hair from her face. The fact was that she was in almost constant fear, walking the border between life and death with no escape, no comfort. The one thing she longed for most, her greatest desire was...but no, she shouldn't think of it now. Not with her telepathy acting up again, at least, as it might leak into the minds of others. Bloody skeleton. She kicked the tree and glared at the ground with her arms crossed.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 5:40 pm
"Fear. Noun. A distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid." Jones stated in a matter-o-fact tone...oh wonderful. A smart-a** undead. She should've known better than to give him a chance to start talking again.
"Fear can be distinguished into serious fear -metus gravis- and trifling fear -metus levis-. Fear can be described by different terms in accordance with its relative degrees; worry, anxiety, terror, fright, paranoia, horror, panic -both social and personal-, persecution complex and dread..." it didn't sound like he was going to stop anytime soon.
Poor Tally...not only did it seem like the Lich had not the slightest bit of concern for her feelings, but it didn't look as though he had anything better to do than pester her either...didn't he take anything seriously?
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 10:43 am
DD< ARGH
Darkstu searched the ground for the lost suit. It seemed the dark one had a sudden lapse in memory and couldn't figure out which way the flying corpse had tossed the thing. Her searching brought her upon a dead body. Or it looked like a dead body.
It was that dog fox wolf hound thing from earlier.
It seemed the cat had won, though there wasn't much of a sign of injury, which was good. Less holes to cover up when she skinned him for the fur. Unsure of the aliveness of the body, Darkstu picked up a small rock and pelted the pelt.
She really hoped it was already dead. The rain soaking though the fluff part of her jacket was making her neck and wrists cold. She really didn't feel like fighting anymore.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 2:16 pm
Tally, clearly annoyed, walked off halfway through the...the thing's rant. She had no time for such imbecilic behavior, or, to put it bluntly, a smart-a**. Too bad he doesn't have blood, my suit needs a refill. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her head to the best of her ability, she began kicking a small rock on her way, always kicking it again when she came upon it. Still, she was always straining her ears, listening for pursuit since her telepathy wasn't up to scratch.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 3:52 pm
Oh, He still breathed. Maybe not for long, but he was still alive. Out cold, mind slipping through inky blackness.
His current Hell Hound body did seem to be taking it's sweet time.
The rock did nothing except slightly disturb his breathing, enough to cause some coughing, and, with this, more blood.
He was still out cold, though.
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((BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!))
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 4:24 pm
Captain Kt Tally, clearly annoyed, walked off halfway through the...the thing's rant. She had no time for such imbecilic behavior, or, to put it bluntly, a smart-a**. Too bad he doesn't have blood, my suit needs a refill. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her head to the best of her ability, she began kicking a small rock on her way, always kicking it again when she came upon it. Still, she was always straining her ears, listening for pursuit since her telepathy wasn't up to scratch. (( surprised does she know her suit is melted?))
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 12:24 am
Kangaroo S.T.U. ((XDDD You're so dead X333 <333)) Copycat's paw wiped angrily at the side of her face Hell Hound had tained with his doggy germs. For all she knew he could lick his butt like all the other mutts she's met before. "erraaaah! That's so sick!" she snarled, leaving the side of her face all red and irritated from the aggresive rubbing. Copycat dug her free claw into the ground, tossing up a heap of soft earth into the air. While the particles of sand, grass, and other earthly materials hung between the two, the furious feline took a strong swipe and Hell Hound's legs with her feet, hoping to knock him to the ground where she planned to pull that tounge of his right out of his mouth. The moment the dirt flew, Hell Hound took the defensive. He jumped back, fixing his eyes on the angry woman cat. Every one of Copycat's swipes did nothing else but drive the alert hound of hell back. Soon enough, Hell Hound's heels stopped dead in their tracks as he felt the border between the lake and land. The sudden stop had his arms windmilling, gravity insisting that Mr. Hound met with Mr. Lake. In a last-ditch effort to keep from falling, he reached forward and grabbed the front of Copycat's costume, pulling the both of them into the body of water. (( I hope Copycat likes water! >:3))
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:29 am
Flailing arms, kicking feet, Copycat went down struggling all the way. As soon as her body hit the water, many visions of bunnies and a city bay came smashing back into memory. Copycat didn't like water anymore.
"Blaaugh!" she screamed, her mouth already filling with gulps of the lake. During a fit of kicking, the already water logged villian managed to find Hell Hound's face and attempted to use it as a spring board to jump back onto dry land. It wasn't that she couldn't swim, oh Copycat used to enjoy swimming long before she dawned the striped tabby suit. It was past... events... that changed her view on taking a dip in any H2O.
Foot to face and push. Copycat hoped Hell Hound didn't smell really bad if he decided to not drown...
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 12:39 am
And with the push from Copycat's foot, Hell Hound found himself submerged in the body of water. He drifted abit before remembering he had to swim up to breathe. A few bubbles rose to the top of the lake before the surfacing Hound doggie-paddled towards land. With a slow creep, he crawled back onto the soil. On his hands and knees, Hell Hound predictably started to shake himself dry from head to tail, the majority of the water being shaken away, and finding it's way all over Copycat.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 6:48 am
((I would assume so. surprised
Past events. Hah.
Letter openers.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 7:40 pm
((XDD distracted by Kuro's thing))
Copycat coughed and sputtered as a wave of fur smelling water splashed her in the face. While Hell Hound shook himself dry, the drenched villian took it as a chance to make a break for it. Knowing all the other times she'd tried to run away, Lassy over there wouldu probably catch up again. Did he really think she was a real cat?
He was too useless when it came to powers, there was nothing to copy. It seemed all he could do was swim and pounce. This wasn't the most shining of battles Copycat had ever had, but she wasn't about to let the mutt bother her anymore.
Running as fast as her little legs could carry her, the tabby villian made a break for whatever remaining trees were in the burnt down forest.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 11:30 pm
Having sat down at the bottom of the tree to try and catch a little shut eye Maestro was surprised to see one of the battle's less flamboyant characters making her way towards his little grove of trees.
In fact, it was the some one whom he had poked on the nose a little while back.
Not only that, but she seemed to be at a full sprint, which meant endless amount of fun for him.
Making sure he was good and invisible, he sped off till he was right in her path, and stuck his foot out.
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