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 Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 3:43 pm
SCRAPPER
Canon promptly found herself waaaay up high with nothing but air between her and the ground.
Name: Canon Indy
HP: 18/30
Damage: --
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 3:53 pm
And just like that, Jericho was gone, dissipation kicked in and the only thing they could do at this point is wait. Well, they could all just wait but Sammy noticed a small problem.
Some people had been riding a dragon, namely Canon and Christof, now Sammy had a soft spot for ghouls, she had a soft spot for people who had a good bit of fight in them. Something about Canon reminded her of what she was like as a first year picking fights with Christmas trees and deers when she was a first year.
"HEY HEADS UP!" Running past a few of the grapplers now no longer grappling, Sammy found a near by rock hopping off it to collide with a falling Canon, rolling through the snow.
"Pro tip, dissipating dragons are a terrible place to be caught standing."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 3:55 pm
Roch fell on his a** as the hook went limp. Oh yes, so heroic.
"So... will he come back normal?" he asked.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 4:07 pm
Oof! Canon found herself in the snow, in Sammy's arms. She blinked up at the ghoul, one antenna reaching up to brush a blob of snow off Sammy's nose.
"Thank you!" she exclaimed, taking the opportunity to practice something she heard about called a 'hug', by throwing her arms around the undead ghoul, and squeezing. Apparently, you weren't supposed to squeeze too hard, which seemed odd to the Skark. Why tackle someone if you couldn't put some oomph in it? Oh well. Pseudo-tackle finished, Canon sat back and peered over Sammy's shoulder at the distinct lack of dragon.
"He dissipated? Does that mean we did it?" she asked, getting to her feet.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 4:50 pm
Without a dragon head to stand on, Christof soon found himself fairly high in the air with nothing but fading mist between him and the ground without someone's arms to catch him.
The Igor gave a muffled yelp before crashing down into the snow, sending a leg flying several yards away.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:12 pm
Beneath her Jericho began to crumble. Not into dust and rock but... snow. With a quick jerk of her head the wiggling mass of black was pulled out of Jericho, the dragon slumping and whirling into nothing more than powdered snow. The runes on the behemoth blazed brightly as the not-quite-white snow spun around her in a blizzard before streaking off towards the distant treeline. Carefully Red sat back onto her haunches, staring in the direction the snow went. Her hide was black and no longer blazing red; rather the cracks on her hide were filled with the soft glow akin dying embers. She said nothing as she stared into the distance.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:15 pm
Astra could only stare as the giant that was Jericho dissipated into not fog, not FEAR, but snow. She looked on worriedly at the place where he was. Had they succeeded? Would he be okay now? A sudden thump made her squeal before she realized it was only Red, and cautiously, she flew in front of the Professor "P-p-professor?" She stammered in a small voice. "Do you need...healing?" She held up the bell to show what she meant.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:19 pm
Roch got up, wiped off his pants, stretched, and looked at the professor.
Then he shadowstepped towards the direction she was looking, figuring she was seeing something he wasn't seeing. Maybe Jericho would be... normal sized again? He hoped.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:19 pm
The rope went slack, and Riley's burning hands released the useless length, holding them up for inspection before staring at the ground before her. The snow that fell instead of Jericho made her stomach clench with dread.
That wasn't right.
She started to walk forward, tired steps moving slowly at first. They stomped through towards Red, her glowing eyes glaring down at the devastated form, before she tried to move forward towards the snow that should have been Jericho.
It should have been Jericho.
Where is he. Riley growled, a desperate whine in her voice, as she dropped down to the ground. Her hands started digging. WHERE IS HE?!
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:23 pm
The behemoth's gaze shifted from the distance, the eyes nearly crossing to focus on the tiny faerie in front of her. In answer, Red slowly lifted a massive hand and began to pull at one of the grappling hooks in her side, removing it. She moved to remove the next when Riley spoke. Red stared at the mindflayer. Her hand hovered near Riley, large enough to scoop the mindflayer up with room to spare. With a massive claw she drew an arrow in the direction she was staring in earlier, then went back to removing the grappling hooks that were still lodged in her hide.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:33 pm
Canon watched as the snow that had been the dragon when flying off to the tree line. She wondered if she'd actually wiped a blob of Jericho off Sammy's nose, and decided to investigate. Red actually drawing an arrow just served to underscore her curiosity. What would they find?
She bounded off through the snow to find out.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:36 pm
Shaken, Malodore stepped forward, holding its hands out for a moment; it cupped a bit of snowfall between them and poked at it with the tip of its beak before letting it go again. And then Riley was digging, and it made a soft sound of distress before Red's hand moved over her. It froze for a moment, warring between trust and fear... but it seemed she was only indicating the direction. Malodore relaxed, just a little bit. That way. Oh, per favore, let him be that way. It waded through the snow towards them, faintly amused as the little first-year that had attacked so impressively also came up to the mindflayer. We will find him, mia cara, it said, to her mind alone. " Grazie, molto grazie, Professor," it said aloud.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:37 pm
Riley was insignificantly small inside of Red's claws. The moment she felt that swell of hand fall upon her, she curled inward, until Red had scooped her up, curled into a ball, and held her there. She couldn't help it - they had all worked so hard. She was certain that if they'd just done everything right, he would be right there, there, roaring and angry and wondering just what the hell had happened.
But there was nothing there. Nothing. And Riley was starting to crack.
When the other hand started to carve out an arrow, Riley peered over the giant fingers that held her form, and she rubbed her eye with one hand, quickly shoving away any remnant of weakness that had escaped in that one moment.
An arrow. Her gaze followed it, and she understood.
Riley looked back at the grapples they had thrown into Red, still lodged in her body, as she tried to pull them out. She felt a stab of guilt at ignoring the professor in pain when she charged forward and demanded Jericho's whereabouts. I'm sorry. It was the plan, it was Red's plan, but that did not make those grapples look any less painful. She sucked in a deep breath, and then climbed carefully out of Red's paw.
Then it was time to follow the arrow.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:45 pm
And Christof fell right in Calder's waiting arms. Grinning at the massive lug, he gave him a little squeeze. "You're getting heavier."
And that's when everyone seemed to be running off where Red was pointing them. Looking back at the patchwork, Calder bite his lip a moment. "You....wouldn't mind a little race, would you?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:53 pm
When Riley turned, upon hearing Malodore's thoughts, she faltered as she saw more people following the arrow as well. There was Canon, coming along spiritedly, and -
Wait.
Her thoughts were open to anyone, and her eyes were on Red. She'd already caused the professor so much pain. We can't leave the Professor alone like that. Not everyone must come. Don't.
Her eyes squinted pleadingly at her plague doctor, as if to ask Malodore for assistance in wording. When did Riley ever need help explaining something before?
She needs help, too.
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