✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ As Lux would say it would be much easier if they sent one of their flying brethren, Miserorum had to agree silently to it. Evven if they thought she still had her mom's wings, it was never as good as having real ones of her own. The circumstances still didn't fully make sense to Miserorum except that they were the most expendable if he had to guess. Or they just wanted the two of them back in the tribe for whatever reason. Neither implication was that great or reassuring. With her leading the way, they would progress deeper into the bog. Though it soon became apparent fatigue and exhaustion was weighing heavily on her as she would stumble. Before he could suggest it, she would ask if they could rest here as she could hardly keep her eyes open. Misery would nod to her. "It is as good as spot as any," he would comment as they both began their own camping preparation. He'd need sleep too at some stage, but he could manage for a bit longer. Long enough for her to take over watch once she was rested at least. The first thing he would do was to take out his water and take a little bit of that to quench his thirst. Next, after leaving that one on his person, he would detach the hammock and set it up. He wasn't gonna be sitting on the ground for his watch, that was certain. With that done though, he would spend the remainder of the time as Lux set up to keep an eye out on things. It wouldn't do to get ambushed as they were setting up.
For now, it seemed there would be no disturbances; only the ambient sound of the critters of the dark pervaded the night. Misery was sitting on the branch of his tree currently, above his own hammock, with his cloak wrapped tight around him. Almost entirely still save the flash of his blade and a brief scraping sound as he sharpened some of his weaponry. He was debating what to say or ask of lux before she went to bed; but his mind was unclear and not forthcoming of what to say. So he just kept it simple. "Sleep well. I will awake you should anything arise, or when it is your watch," was all that he would say as his movements would still on his perch. If she were looking, Lux would see him quickly seem to "disappear" as his cloak went to work camouflaging him. Given she knew where he was exactly, it was the only reason she could make out the faintest traces of him. As Misery kept watch, not much truly occurred on his shift. The night was lively with the chirping of insects and very distant animal sounds but nothing close. It was a welcome dullness at least, even if it made it harder for him to stay awake. He had to catch himself from drifting once or twice, but he managed to stay awake for his shift. Now, it was truly dark out; the light of the moon, when not covered by clouds, was the only saving grace here. With his shift over, for now, he would go to Lux and gently shake her awake. "Wake up Lux. It's your shift for now; so far nothing has come near us," he would whisper to her. Once she was awake, and ready for her shift, he would go into his hammock. Remaining awake for a few minutes in case anything was said or asked, before he would drift off to sleep. ☪ Post count: 73 ✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄
Out Of Cocoons: Sorry its a filler post but the dice did not want me getting an encounter lol. Roll a d100 (gaia or discord) and tell me the results for when you do watch. Depending on roll result, something may occur.
Equipment: Sickle x2 (18 inch blade), Kunai, Katana (24 inches), and cloak. Small dust: 2 fire, 2 wind, 2 water and 2 earth. Large dust: 1 heavy gravity dust,1 light gravity dust, and 1 electric dust.
Youroka Kage
Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2021 7:19 am
❖˟ |LOCATION On a Mission ❖˟ |BATTERIES 3 full ❖˟ |SHOTS 8 ❖˟ |GUNMODE Pistol form to Rifle Mode ❖˟ |SEMBLANCEInactive ❖˟ |COMPANY Miserorum Venunum ❖˟ |OUTFIT ❖˟ |POST COUNT 86 ❖˟ |OUT OF CUTS
Lux would yawn as she set up her hammock. She didn't want to be in this position at all. However, there was nothing that could be done. Once she was set up in the tree, she would hear the sharpening of a blade. She remembered the days of having to fletch arrows for herself. When she was effectively retired, she made items for the tribe, weapons, clothing, repairing armor. It spurred her want to make something of her own.
Lux would go into her hammock stomach down. She still couldn't stand to sleep on her back, not when the muscles for her wings still fluttered. Flutterfly was a great last name for a cover. Miserorum would wish her a good rest. She would then see him disappear. She wanted a closer look at that cape when she woke up. She would yawn, and then sleep.
Several hours later, she would be awoken by her traveling companion. It was her time for watch. She would raise her head, a little drool coming from her lips. She would sit up, and run her hands through her hair. "Thank you, I'll take it from here." She would then climb to the branch above her hammock. "Get a good rest. We can eat as we walk when you get up.
She would then start to clean her gun. It wasn't as noisy as him sharpening his blade, but it was just as important. She would check her battery stock, all of them were full, good. Just as she put it in, she would see something she hated, Grimm. Ursa to be exact. Her eyes narrowed, and she changed her gun from pistol mode to rifle mode. She would drop down, flat against the branch she was on. She would take aim, hoping to hit the heart of the creature. She would pull the trigger, a soft humming sound came out, as a bullet of violet game out of it. She would then start to roll off the branch, moving to wake up her companion from his slumber.
✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ While Misery had not commented on it, he found the drool on Lux's lips a bit comical when she was awoken. As she thanked him and took over watch, he would move to his own hammock. She would wish him a good rest, and suggested they eat as they walked after he awoke. He would merely nod in agreement as it seemed a good enough plan. The less time they wasted the better. Misery would drift off into a dreamless sleep, a deep one at that, while he had the chance. A long day of walking along with internal thoughts on the mission itself had left the moth faunus exhausted. He would be disturbed by his sleep slightly by her first shot being fired; though the sound was nowhere near as loud as a normal gun so it only made him semi-conscious. Not hearing or feeling pushed to be awoken, he was about to drift back deeper into sleep when something else disturbed him. This was a much more forceful effort than earlier as his branch was disturbed, causing his hammock to bounce and sway; so it succeeded in waking the tired moth. He was slow to come to his senses though, but now he could hear more than just his moth companion. Turning to look around, and to the source of the sound, he would find himself waking much quicker than expected as he saw what was coming; two Ursa's. Scrambling to prepare, he had trouble with the balance of the hammock and trying to get out quick to act.
'Of course they come while I sleep,' he thought to himself. He was thankful Lux had woken him and was alert though; he knew he could rely on her for the watch and she had not let down. They were a little away, but fast gaining, so Misery went to desperate measures and flipped himself in his hammock; causing him to fall out to the ground below. His aura came up just in time for the impact as he grunted from the force, rolling in an awkward tumble, as he would then stagger to his feet. He would draw his katana now, awaiting at the base of the tree for the Grimm to arrive. Prepared to defend their temporary camp and not let any past him. ☪ Post count: 74 ✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘.✘ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄
Out Of Cocoons:
Equipment: Sickle x2 (18 inch blade), Kunai, Katana (24 inches), and cloak. Small dust: 2 fire, 2 wind, 2 water and 2 earth. Large dust: 1 heavy gravity dust,1 light gravity dust, and 1 electric dust.
XXX As Lux shot the first Grimm, it would hit in the area of where the heart would be but the Grimm was not felled by it. A black liquid would pour slowly from the wound and onto the ground below; a thick, viscous tar. The Ursa would roar from the shot, but like the bear it resembled, it would trudge on now in a full on charge. It had seen a brief gleam of light before being hit from up the tree, and heard a disturbance, so its eyes were locked to the tree branches as it came in. It would ignore Miserorum and any efforts he used to try and hinder it, the moth warrior only getting a slash at its jaw before it would knock him to the side with its shoulder as it slammed into the tree; an ominous creaking being heard as it would tip and begin to fall back from the impact as the Ursa trudged forward to reach its prize. The other Ursa joined in the charge, though it was headed headed straight for Misereorum who was on the floor now, his katana knocked to the side.
