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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:18 pm
Owle just...stared.
Her mouth fell open, and an awed little "Whoa," would escape from her mouth.
"Well...you can obviously shoot through stone and wood...have you tried steel? Mythril? Adamantium?
"What about a giant robot?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:20 pm
The woman nodded, "Sadly yes..." She sighed. "I love to hunt, but there's no real game left."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:28 pm
"Huh..." Owle said.
"Well...what about gods? Ever tried to shoot a god?"
She suddenly felt the power of her marble begin to waver...that was odd. She took the Dasher out of the slot...it seemed fine. She put it back in...it wavered again.
What was going on? Had she used it too much? Maybe if she gave it to Vahn or Rage instead for a while...
She swapped it for a Recharge, the marble no one seemed to want. It's power, too, seemed to be flickering, but...maybe it was just her imagination.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:41 pm
There was a rumble from inside the Cathedral. snapping sounds as pews were being broken up. Things were getting knocked over, and all in all, it sounded like SOMETHING was making a hell of a racket.
There were no people sounds though. No footfalls, no screams, no breathing. There wasn't even a real 'mind sig'. Something there, yes. Humanoid, no. Felt more like some type of animal mind. Simple, underdeveloped.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:45 pm
"What the hell was that?"
And Owle, ever impetuous, went running into the cathedral, through the front doors. What was going on?
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:55 pm
There, in the middle of the isle was a SOMETHING. Something was the only word that really applied. It was large, about 5 feet tall, ten wide, and 20 long. A pulsing, massive pile of flesh. It was knocking over, and crushing everything beneath its bulk. You could almost see through it, but it was mostly opague.
It had no eyes, no mouth, no features to show one side from the other. But as Owle charged in, it started coming towards her. Seeming to roll over itself as it came towards her, knocking over and crushing everything in his way.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:00 pm
With a startled "Eep!" Owle dove behind a church pew, scrabbling to get far enough away and out of the things path on all fours.
What the hell was that? It was disgusting! Knives didn't look like they'd do much good against it, that would involve touching it...eww...
Maybe she could mindhack it?
It didn't seem human...or even as intelligent as an animal. More a hideous abomination that was killing people because it could.
...still, the thought came in a moment of panic, and Owle knew she probably wouldn't work up the nerve to do it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:10 pm
It kept moving along the same path, until finaly it came up against the wall with the doorway. It deformed as it hit it, the long dimension of 20 feet now against the wall. As it hit, it swelled up against the wall, finally though rolling back out to be stretched out towards its previous dimensions.
And now, back to normal, it started coming towards Owle again, crunching up the pews she was crawling between as it came towards her.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:15 pm
While Owle was crawling a way, she was thinking, thinking of a way to hit it, to do something other than run away. As it began heading towards her again, she got to her feet and ran.
...waitaminute. Could this thing fly?
Flapping her little wings frantically, Owle began to lift off the ground. If this Cathedral was like most, it had a really high ceiling...giving Owle plenty of room to get the hell away.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:25 pm
It continued on, that is, until Owle took wing. Then, then it just stopped, right when it got towards where it was right under her. It kept moving about, staying below the Owle.
And, as she should notice from her arial vantage, the Blob had left quite a path of destruction. Just about anythign taht was Organic, like the pews were once, was gone. Not smashed. Not crushed. Just... gone. Not a trace of it left.
All the things that were not however once living, were still there, carpets, stones, metal...
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:47 pm
Owle suddenly cried out as her marble vanished in a flash of light, leaving her feeling woozy. What in the world...?
Well, Owle reached into her pocket, meaning to grab the Dasher but coming up with the Defender Deficit instead. She decided she didn't have time to go searching for the other one, and simply plopped this one in...hoping it wouldn't vanish like the first.
What the hell? It absorbed wood? And people, where were the people?
Well, so much for her plan of tying a knife to the end of a wooden stick and poking it that way. But...wait!
Lying there on the ground, was something almost every cathedral had: a tall, metal stand, with a candle holder on the top.
If she could just snatch that up...
Cautiously she flew towards it, watching closely to see if the Blob followed her from below.
Eventually, though, she would be forced to take a chance, and dove down towards the metal candleholder, hoping to snatch it up quickly and become airborne again.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:51 pm
It did follow after her. However, it was a huge blob. Owle was smaller, and probably a decent flyer. Thus she could outrun it towards the candlestand.
Getting there about 5 seconds before the Blob's leading edge would.
Whatever its reasoning, it continued to keep itself under the Owle, trying to keep up with her as she flew back up. And still, it was absorbing every piece of once organic material it came across.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:02 pm
Five seconds was enough to see Owle safely back in the air, holding her newfound prize.
Hmm...she would need some space to work with...ooh! A statue of Jesus on the crucifix! Perfect...
It was suspended on the wall above the altar, about six feet up from the ground, high enough so that the priest could stand in front of it without obscuring it. Owle balanced her prize on one of Jesus's outstretched arms, supporting it with her body so that it wouldn't fall. She got out her mythril knife and a roll of bandages, then started working to tie the knife to what was effectively a big metal pole, as tightly as she could.
So now she had a makeshift spear.
Taking this unwieldy weapon in both her hands, Owle would hover just above the Blob, and experimentally poke at the top of it with her blade.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:31 pm
The makeshift spear sunk into the Blob easily enough. It shuddered as it was stuck, and a little blood started to trickle out from the wound. It was after all, fairly minor compared to the bulk of the creature...
The pain reflex kicked in however, and soon three spots, each equidistant from the next, and equidistant from the 'spear' seemed to discolor on the Blob.
This slight discoloration was all the warning the Owle would get, before those spots erupted into fleshy looking spikes, stretching up towards her.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:35 pm
((How fast is this stretching happening? Ohshit I just got impaled fast, or what the ******** is happening let me move out of the way now fast?
Considering Owle is oblivious, and wouldn't know what the discoloration meant.))
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