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 Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 1:37 pm
Chryseis lifted him up, bridal-style.
"Uhff. Will water help in healing? I should ask the candywhore for where the water is..."
~*~
Polly ran inside of the library, and was relieved to see Void safe.
"Oh, thank God," she said, panting.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 1:49 pm
Wadsworth fell to the ground in front of Abomination with a quiet plop.
"Hi."
He struck at Abomination's face with a needle-like arm. Meanwhile, Minnie has caught up to Abomination, but she oddly enough did not get involved the the fight. She instead moved to the ceiling, apparently attempting to see teh fight from a better angle. [[Minnie will generally not be fighting in the tournament, but act's as Wadsworth's eyes and enforcer.]]
~*~
Ignace's wide smile grew at hearing Void's name.
"'S very nice to meet you Void."
He stuck out a hand, as if to shake hands, but jumped violently when Polly entered the room.
"Friend of yours, Void?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 8:50 pm
Abomination saw Wadsworth fall off the ceiling, but had built up a pretty decent head of steam and was going to fast to stop. However, when you weigh as much as Abomination does, that's usually not a priority. He ducked his head down and changed his pursuit into a full-on headbutt. However, he was a bit too slow in ducking down, and his head was sliced open from his hairline to his crown. He kept on charging into Wadsworth, hardly noticing the gash.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 10:33 pm
Void stared at Ignace's hand for a moment before Polly entered the room, disturbing the awkward silence that accompanied Void's look of unwillingness to shake his hand.
"Lupa...I have questions to ask you, but I will do so later."
He returned his attention to Ignace. Friend was a word he hardly used, if at all. "You might say that."
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 10:37 pm
Polly tilted her head.
"...Void, who are you talking to? I'm over here..."
She put her hands on her hips sassily.
"And if have something to say, spit it out! Who knows, even you may forget things sometimes."
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 10:38 pm
Joesph had returned to the parlor room and was sitting in a comfy chair. Bored out of his mind. Nothing since that creep scarecrow...I wonder how many fighters their even are? He thought.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 11:21 pm
Void faced Polly, giving her an annoyed look.
"Who I am speaking to is a man by the name of Ignace. And, if you are so eager to hear what I want to ask you, then I will say it. Why, Lupa, do you seem so familiar with this place?"
He floated a bit closer to her, staring her straight in the eyes. It was safe to say he was a bit ticked at her mentioning that he might forget something.
"And why," he asked, narrowing his eyes, "do I feel as if I should connect my being here to you?"
Void held his glare for a moment longer before turning back to Ignace. Floating back to him, he looked over his shoulder at Polly.
"I loose sleep to thoughts, Lupa. I do not forget the things I constantly think of."
He sat himself down on the footvoid and crossed his arms, brows furrowing as he frowned.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 11:33 pm
"I never knew you were a dreamer, Void," Polly said. "Must be a side effect of seperation anxiety. Also, did you bathe a few minutes ago or something? ....I smell soap...."
Polly scratched the back of her head.
"Well, you can call this place my 'family home'. I was here for the first thirty years of my life, so I know it just as well as you'd know the Odyssey."
She pouted grumpily.
"And I have no idea why I'm here, and even less of a clue why you're here. For me, assassination attempts happen more often than most people losing their car keys, so of course I'd be suspicious. So many people are out to kill me. However, I have no idea who would be out for you too. But, we'll have to get through it, I guess. Woo hah!"
Polly took this opportunity to pose dynamically, and then quickly returned to normal, sighing.
"Plus, Mr. Stopwatch is far too idiotic to even acknowledge the idea of any harm coming to you. Since he adores you so much."
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 10:36 am
Wadsworth limboed under the onrushing Abomination, but some of his front was shaved off.
"Asdf."
~*~
Ignace watched the conversation with interest.
"Tell her I'm here, Void!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 8:44 am
Mr. Patches was wandering the halls when he heard loud thumping coming from somewhere nearby. It sounded like something very large was running around in one of the side rooms or another hallway. Mr. Patches flayed his fingers which at the moment were 8 inch rusty, sharp nails. His grin once again widened and he lowered his head some, letting the brow of his hat shadow out his burning eyes.
"..It'sss...Harvesst..Time..."
He began slowly shambling his way towards the source of the noise.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 1:39 pm
Abomination shook off most of Wadsworth that was stuck to his underside, though a little bit of the residue was caught in his fur. After doing so, he felt long, scraping vibrations coming from down the hall. After deciding that attacking Wadsworth in that manner was futile, he quickly scurried up the wall and onto the ceiling to face the new threat. He lifted his back legs and started rubbing them together with a loud, tortured, hissing sound. He did this until he loosened a few urticating hairs the size of pocketknives, covered with barbs all over. He stopped rubbing, and prepared to fling them at the new assailant.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 6:06 pm
Mr. Patches rounded the corner and walked into the hallway where he believed the sounds to be coming from. He was greeted by the sight of a large creature hanging from the ceiling. It was shaking violently but seemed to be aware of Mr. Patches. This made no difference to him, as he continued his slow shamble towards the large animal. Mr. Patches was tall and gangly, and his 7 foot tall frame made him almost eye level with the beast. He lifted up his right hand and slowly waggled his fingers, clicking the long nails against each other. As he walked down the hall towards the animal he drew back his arm, ready to slash at the beast as soon as he got close enough.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 7:45 pm
Abomination, upon seeing the movement of a tall man that matched the rhythm of the vibrations, shot his back legs over his body, flinging the urticating hairs as if he were some sort of biological catapult. A couple of the hairs missed their mark and hit the walls harmlessly, but the majority went true, and flew at Mr. Patches' midsection, in a spreading pattern similar to a shotgun.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 2:05 pm
The hairs passed through (or otherwise thumped uselessly into) his midsection. He didn't flinch or falter in the least. He was close enough to the large animal now and swung his arm at its head, splaying his long nails (which were more like razor sharp railroad spikes, really) to rake the creature's face.
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Leyward looked at his forearms, the gashes made the flesh hang loosely and resembled the gills of a fish. He shuddered when he looked at the wounds.
"No...water won't help, except to wash out the rest of the blood. I have no clue if those blades were poisoned or not, I could die any second now...I guess we'll just have to wait and see. When I get more of my strength back I think I can heal the cuts up better, and faster."
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 3:15 pm
Void gave Polly an irritated look. She could press all the right buttons to annoy him in only a few sentences. The mention of Stopwatch made him press his lips together and draw in a breath. He held it for a moment, giving Polly a hard stare. The breath only escaped his lungs when Ignace spoke, and he turned to look at him.
"This man, Ignace. He would like me to inform you of his presence. He is the one you smell soap on, Lupa."
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