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 Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:19 am
Raising an eyebrow at how easy the gates opened, Jericho nodded to Tset. That had to be the reason here and it gave him a sliver of hope that not everyone had been completely incinerated by the Death Charm of doom. Looking around at the seemingly barren town once again, he had to wonder if anyone actually lived here.
"Yeah, finding a place to rest a bit would be a good idea. I'm sure we'll find signs of the others soon too."
Staring over at the larger building in the distance, the dragon nodded and followed her towards it. It didn't seem as fragile as some of the smaller houses so it seemed as good of a choice as they could get in the time being. As he walked on along, he kept an eye out for any signs of life, and he did spot something. However, it wasn't any of the other students. Instead, it appeared to be an elf, and it was headed in their direction!
"Tsetsiliya, we have an elf incoming!" he hissed to her. The elf seemed to have heard this and looked rather startled and started to look around rather fearfully.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 11:45 pm
Just as they had made to duck into the building, Jericho's eyes had spotted the elf, and Tsetsiliya turned her head sharply in that direction. Indeed it was an elf, looking rather confused, but the poludnica knew not to be fooled. At best, they managed to duck in the doorway, waiting for the elf to wander closer.
Oh well, no rest for the wicked!
"Before he summons his armor, we should attack," she suggested. This elf's appearance confused her a bit, as she had yet to see one without the mecha suit. "He might know where the others are, I am thinking." The idea seemed sound to her. Even with her reeling head and her wreath missing, she remembered that the elves weren't that hard to defeat, especially when one was fighting with others. She had yet to fight with Jericho, but she had a feeling he might prove to do fairly well.
"Shall we?" Her fists were clenched; she was set to attack on the mark.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 7:51 am
Jericho had almost forgotten about the mech armor that some of the elves had. It definitely would be trouble for them both if this one managed to get his suit before they could do anything about. Worse yet, there was the chance it could run off to call for help.
"Let's get it," he growled while clenching his fists. Crouching down briefly, he soon dashed straight for the elf, ready to try and punch it in the face. The elf, seeing the two unhappy students coming for it let out a rather high pitched scream. After flailing about in place for the moment, it started to try and flee but Jericho's fist managed to catch it from behind, causing it to tumble forth.
The elf scrambled back to his feet and continued to run while screaming at the top of its lungs.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 8:31 pm
Tsetsiliya nodded firmly, and as soon as Jericho moved she sprung into attack beside him. The elf, to her surprise, turned and fled. Was this a trap of some kind? After all they had been witness to here so far, she would not put it past the elves. There had to be some kind of super mecha waiting for them - why else would these buildings be so big? They must be warehouses!
That seemed logical. Tsetsiliya was rather proud of herself for figuring it all out.
"You coward!" she yelled to the elf, and gave a small victorious cry as Jericho got in a good hit at the back of the elf's head. The creature scampered away before she could get in a hit herself, and she sorely wished she hadn't lost her wreath. At this close of range, she would be sure to hit!
"Over there!" The elf ducked behind one of the larger buildings, and with a bit of effort on her part, Tsetsiliya pulled ahead. She reached a long-fingered hand out as he attempted to scramble over the hill behind the warehouse and grabbed his collar. "Hah!"
She did not however, expect the rather steep grade on the other side. The elf slipped from her fingers and ran easily down, but Tsetsiliya's balance betrayed her, and she tumbled forward with a cry. The elf should not have felt too confident about his own position, because the poludnica went tumbling onto him and both went rolling down the hillside. She held fast to the creature, hoping Jericho could get a good hit in once she reached bottom.
At least the snow was soft enough, even if it was itchy and smelled like burnt grass.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 8:50 pm
Growling lowly as the elf fled, Jericho was quick to pursue it. They had to catch it before it reached one of the larger buildings. Surely it was fleeing to either get help or to get some sort of weapon right now. Perhaps it was a mixture of both. Either way, he couldn't let that happen, and he was just about to try and dive for the little guy but it seemed that his demon comrade had managed to snatch it up already.
Coming to a halt as the top of the hill, he cringed as he saw her tumble on down with the elf. Shaking his head to himself, he leaped towards the bottom, spreading his wings to reach it that way. It was probably faster and safer to fly down anyway.
Landing not far from where she had stopped rolling, the dragon reached out to help her up, as well as to give the elf a good wallop upside the head once he had the chance.
"WHERE ARE THE OTHERS?" he boomed at it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 9:41 pm
Tsetsiliya accepted Jericho's help and stood shakily, brushing the snow from her headscarf and her skirt with one hand, while using the other to keep a firm grip on the elf. As soon as she had been helped up, the dragon boil rounded on the elf, and Tsetsiliya could feel it shaking in her grip. She did her best to keep a displeased, serious expression on her face when looking at the creature, but it only came out to a very slight frown and scrunched up eyebrows.
The elf squeaked something about not knowing what they were talking about (it was funny though - Tsetsiliya had thought that the elf's voice would have been squeakier, rather than on the gravelly side). But in order to contribute to their pseudo interrogation, she shook the elf in her arms and he struggled against her grip.
"Tell us, please!" she demanded, although it was less a demand (thanks to the habitual addendum of "please") and moreso a frail whine. She was still feeling very dizzy from all the JOY, and if anything her spinning vision was worsening, but she could not let up. They had to find the others, and she, just as she had decided when she emerged from the train, refused to be the weak link. The elf sensed this moment of weakness though and used it to his advantage. With a mighty push and scramble, he dropped out of her arms thanks to a well-aimed kick at Tsetsiliya's chest and tumbled into the snow. With surprising speed, the creature ran.
The poludnica made a diving grab at it but missed by inches, instead landing face-first into the snow. It splashed away from her, feeling wet and heavy. With shaking arms, she tried to push herself up from the ground, but her arms gave way and she lay in the snow, the defeated weak link at last. What would they do now? They were stuck in this Jack-damned snowy clearing, no sign of the others, both out of pumpkin pills and she could not move. Some help she was.
"Jericho," she said, her voice muffled by the snow, "I cannot get up."
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 9:56 pm
When the elf claimed that he didn't know what they were talking about, Jericho was just about ready to wail on the little guy some more. However, the pesky JOYful creature managed to break free and was now running loose, crying like the pathetic little man it was.
He was about to chase after it, but Tsetsiliya had made the dive and was now unable to get back up. Personally, he was feeling dizzier thanks to the overload of what he thought was JOY in the area, so perhaps this was a good thing.
"Forget the stupid thing. We better find shelter... all this JOY is wearing us down too much," he growled while bending over to try and help the demon back to her feet. As he did so, he looked towards the large building they were standing next to. It was risky, but as big as it was, there was bound to be a good number of hiding spots within. The longer they stayed out in the open, the better the chance that another elf or whatever would spot them.
"Come on, can you walk? If not, I'll carry you."
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 9:04 pm
Tsetsiliya raised her head and blinked the snow from her eyes, looking wearily at the building closest. "I am thinking I can walk.. maybe." Her legs felt like water as she stood and she clutched onto Jericho a little more than she felt comfortable with, but it helped her to stand well enough. Her whole body was trembling. "A rest sounds very much welcome." She started forward, trying her best not to rely too much on the dragon boil's frame for support. There were moments when her dizziness would win out and she'd pause in their walk towards the large building, waiting for it to pass. It was slow goings, but they eventually made it inside.
This looked to be another warehouse. Thankfully the area looked rather deserted. The sight of a stack of workshop crates was very welcome to the poludnica, and she slumped onto one of them, resting her back against a larger crate behind it.
"Has the JOY been draining you as well.. ?" It occurred to her that he was probably reeling from it as she was, but was either doing a better job at keeping it hidden, or she was just more affected. Whatever the case, her ears were ringing. All she wanted to do was rest and get this persistent headache to disappear. She shut her eyes, hoping it would ease the throbbing in her temples but instead she just felt very tired and hovered on the verge of sleep. The only thing that kept her was her knowledge that sleep was not a safe thing here.
Did she ever hate this Jack-damned JOY.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 12:53 am
Usually the dragon didn't really enjoy being clung to, but he put up with it here since the demon was struggling to stay on her feet. She looked horrible.. The JOY around here must have taken a huge toll on her body, though the tumble down hill probably didn't help her much there either.
Moving on along through the warehouse, he kept an eye out for anything that could be hostile. Luckily, nothing sprang out at them to give them further troubles. Quite frankly, he didn't think he could handle an attack at the moment, especially without any Pumpkin Pills at hand.
Once they found a nice stack of crates, he let Tset down and let out a rather heavy sigh.
"It has. I don't remember it draining me as much before our... dreams, but then again things started to feel different after that huge explosion anyway," he replied with a frown. Rubbing his head, he looked around one last time before slumping down against the crates as well. Hopefully with this break, they could restore some of their strength so they could go on to try and find their friends. Surely they were around here somewhere.
Weary from everything that had happened, he closed his eyes, not finding it hard to drift off on the spot.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:03 pm
Tsetsiliya barely clung to consciousness as Jericho replied to her, but as soon as he drifted off, she too gave into it. She was just so jacking tired.
If only the poludnica had remembered what exactly her botany book at home had said about the mushrooms. The article sat in the book, waiting to mock her when she would stumble upon it in a quick perusal (if she ever realized what had happened had really.. not, anyway):Quote: "PSILOCYBE LAPISCAERULA / "SAPPHIRES" (colloquial term)
This otherwise unassuming brown mushroom is named for the round bluish spore deposits that develop on its cap. It is best avoided, and especially should not be picked - it will release its spores as a last reflex. The spore dust contains high levels of hallucinogenic materials that not only cause high-powered illusions but also auditory and olfaction distortion. It is highly dangerous if victims are left unchecked and has been known to cause lung damage in such instances; in cases of prolonged exposure or use, brain damage will also occur.
CHARACTERISTIC EARLY SIGNS include a flash of bright color and the faint smell of something burning. Excessive weakness and headaches are additional signs, while slipping into unconsciousness rounds out the process.
DO NOT HANDLE WITHOUT PROPER PROTECTION."
The gnome frowned. First he had seen them walking into the Weeping Forest (didn't they know it was off limits?!). Luckily Breck's dogs were on duty, and it did its job of steering them back towards the school - Breck probably wouldn't be too pleased to know the ghoul had thrown her basket at its head. Then they'd ambushed the gnome himself when he'd followed the footprints back to the school after picking up the remains of the broken basket, and he put up with their abuse and yelling.. thank Jack he'd managed to get away before the dragon boil had gotten really into his illusion. And now here they were, at journey's end.
With a groan, he moved off to get some help to move these troublemakers to Nurse Cricket. She could deal with them now; he had a mess to take care of. He couldn't make heads or tails of the bits of quickly-drying mushroom at the head of the trail, but that wasn't his problem anymore.
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