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 Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 8:42 pm
Choice 2
Team FFF
Hazzan - 18/20
Frossa - 18/20
Alifax (S) - 18/20
Fighting rocks was stupid, but fighting webbeasts was something that Hazzan was pretty sure she could get behind. How much worse could it possibly be than fighting pigeonbeasts on the park? Tucking her newfound friend protectively onto her shoulder, Hazzan drew her Jacobean Quill and faced the creature. She gritted her teeth and glanced at her companions. "Just like in a game," she assured them.
Wait, just like in a game? Hazzan's eyes lit up, as if she was suddenly remembering something very important. "Ali!" she exclaimed, glancing happily at Alifax. "Use your arson powers! Charbroil this ********> Supereffective against bug types, right?
Well, one could certainly hope. "Frossa! Just like Princess Periwinkle would do it, okay?" Time to kick some spidery butt!
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 10:26 pm
Option 1
Team LeftOvers
Cheese-(N) HP: 18/20
Maihue (N)- HP: 18/20
Nelgan- HP: 18/20
Talymn (S)- HP: 18/20
Cheese's overall stress levels were at an all-time high when she walked into the first webbeast web. By the fifth, she was clearly having some sort of breakdown. When the webbeast itself appeared from the darkness and began flailing its limbs in her general direction, Cheese sat down and started bawling quite suddenly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 11:01 pm
Option 1
Team LeftOvers
Cheese-(N) HP: 18/20
Maihue (N)- HP: 18/20
Nelgan- HP: 18/20
Talymn (S)- HP: 18/20
Maihue had been watching the webs as they came down to hit them, and attempted to dodge them as quickly as she could, but when she would jump back, 50% of the time she would get hit. Maihue started to become frustrated, and then heard a sudden loud cry from somewhere. She looked around and saw Cheese on the ground just crying her eyes out. Maihue, shocked and wanting to help, started to run over to Cheese but was knocked down to the ground. She hit her nose and it started to bleed. She screamed at the pain, and at the webs flying at her, and at not being able to help Cheese, and even more at the webs because she didn't want them near her. She started to crawl away, holding her nose, and screaming at whatever was going on. She couldn't be her usual calm self. No way. Not in this situation. She kept screaming and yelling and shouting and everything else that describes the sounds coming from her mouth. If it wasn't obvious, she did not want those things near her.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 11:25 pm
Option 1
Team LeftOvers
Cheese-(N) HP: 18/20
Maihue (N)- HP: 18/20
Nelgan- HP: 18/20
Talymn (S)- HP: 18/20
Nimbly dodging out of reach of the spider's expansive clutches, the rocker troll was all for getting ready to bolt right back the way they had come and he was well on his way to do so when a terrified scream clotted his sonic-detection-sponges.
"Oye-oye-oye! THIS AIN'T NO TIME T'BE WRIGGLIN' OUT!" Talymn snarled as he caught sight of Cheese, though with another look at the beastie, he couldn't particularly blame her. Soon after her though, Maihue caught his attention and he noticed Nelgan was struggling to free himself from some stray webbing. Heart racing and eyes darting back and forth from his possible chance of escape, the rocker troll finally forced himself to dash back to the aid of his teammates.
With a fierce, melodic riff, he dropped to his knees, power-sliding across the cave floor while sounding out one of the heaviest and loudest metal screams he had ever mustered that was increased tenfold by the built-in microphone in his keytar's neck, all for the sake of distracting the spider from the others.
If he was gonna go out, he was gonna leave them something to remember him by.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 12:54 am
Choice 2
Team Bad End
Sarcel Cincil - 19 HP
Sempur Livora - 19 HP
Pyruet Tropos (S) - 19 HP
Zeylla Crypsi - 19 HP
And some adorable fluffbeasts
As the rumbling receeded, Zeylla let her hands drop to her side as she slowly pushed herself up and out of the awkward half-kneel half bent over position she had gotten herself into. As she stood up her fingers brushed something soft and fluff.y The greyblood looked down and found herself staring into a bunch of wide, gaping eyes. What were they? She frowned and stood up completely, scooping up one of the fluffbeasts as she did so. It settled happily in her hand and she blinked a couple times before slipping the little thing into one of the pockets lining the inside of her jacket. It squirmed a bit then settled before she turned to look at the rest of the group.
But looking at them only made her blood boil. Well, not really the small one, besides the fact that she let Sempur push her around, but the other two were beyond on her nerves. Normally she could handle trolls rather well, keep her emotions in check and stay cool but after that rock had come careening at them and the whole cavern echoed with it's roar, oh no. There was little to no toleration left in her bones. She gave the two of them, laying all mishmash on the floor, a dull, irritated look before stepping over them awkwardly and squeezing out of the crack.
The area was empty now, and she gave a few glances this way and that, and rested her hand on her breast as her new finding wiggled a bit before going still again. It was quiet now, but she didn't like the idea of listening to Sempur and Pyruet's garunteed yelling again, so she marched a bit ahead of the group so that the arguing was muffled every so slightly.
As Zeylla moved, she felt her calm slowly coming back. She was in the lead and it was quiet and and and. Her hand felt warm. The troll glanced down at her hand and her eyes grew wide. She was bleeding. Bleeding. It was blue and bright and dripping down her hand like a little, vile river. Oh gog, she couldn't have that now. Zeylla's hand shook as she ripped her sleeve and wrapped it around her hand tightly and thick so nothing would bleed through. What little calm she had regained was instantly lost again as she began to feel very sick and uncomfortable here in the dark, where dangers lurked around every corner.
To take her mind off her bleeding hand (was it still bleeding oh gog was it?) she pulled out the little device they had recieved when this whole thing started, and noticed that the little mark that was Sir had stopped moving. At the same time, a chill ran down her spine.
That might have been because she had just walked through cobwebs though. Zeylla looked up above and glared at the webs, before that glare turned to surprise as something blinked at her from the damp darkness above. What was that? Oh, nevermind.
Zeylla ducked as the webbeast swung at her, and ignored the violent squirming in her pocket as she rolled across the ground and reached into her jacket again and pulled out the long, bone-like needletooth she used as a weapon. Great, this was just what she wanted. She was bleeding, uncomfortable, roughed up and her head hurt. And now, now there was a giant beast trying to kill her. She was done, no more. None, she was not handling this s**t any more. She was going to deal with this and move on. No more bullshit. She just wanted to be above ground and home now, instead down here with the scream team and deadly cavern beasts.
"There's something in here," she stated, just in case Sempur was too busy yelling again to notice another deadly obsticle until it was eating his bones.
Honestly? Sempur probably would have been impressed, were he not absolutely enraged. Well, no, that took a moment to sink in. All he remembered was staring that boulder down, ready to totally show that rock who was boss, when the next thing you know, he felt that disgusting greenblood's hands on him and he lost his cool(!), struggling to get away and screaming something about insubordination and trying to steal MY thunder before suddenly he was down.
That settled it. He was going to murder her, fix the problem once and for all—only, that bright idea was cut short by the sudden collapse of the floor underneath them, and this time Sempur was seeing stars instead of beautiful, green-splattered images. He remained dazed, mercifully quiet for once and wait why was the floor underneath them moving again?
Roughly shoving Pyruet off, Sempur quickly recoiled away, snarling at her like a cornered animal and looking plenty rabid enough, too. He didn't know what was worse, frankly—that she ruined his chance at showing her up, that she ruined his chance at showing her up by saving him, or that she had touched him no yeah probably that one.
Disgusted, he finally tore his gaze away from her, about ready to massacre whatever it was they had landed on instead—and stared. For just a moment. And that was all he allowed himself, briskly turning away and following after the greyblood. It occurred to him, he probably looked terrible to her, allowing that lowerblood to defy him like that. That Pyruet would humiliate him like that in front of a possibly highblood—she did that on purpose, didn't she? <******** it, he couldn't take it anymore, it was for their own good. But mostly his. Grabbing his knife, Sempur did not even pause to unwrap the bandages, desperately cutting through them and feeling sweet relief as he sliced his hand open. At the sight of his bright blue blood welling up from each cut he felt just a little bit, well, if not calmer then sated.
Fortunately, there was something else for Sempur to take his anger out on, as Zeylla called attention to the giant webbeast attacking. Instantly, he pulled out his other trench knife with his bloodied hand, only too glad for a fight. Previous incident not forgotten, he was also only too glad to get a bitter word in. "Well, hopefully Pyruet will allow me fight this, then." Amazing, to learn that he was capable of sarcasm. A bit too obviously bitter there, but it was a start.
Pyruet had been this close(this close) to pointing out how taking shelter in the cracked wall was entirely her idea.
And then the floor'd given out--whether on account of the tremors the boulder had caused, or from the weight of two rather large trolls belly-flopping onto it. She let out another grunt as they hit the ground, Sempur cushioning most of her fall. She didn't really bother righting herself as Zeylla made her exit, meeting the girl's glare with a cold gaze of her own, which probably lost some of its effect on account of her being pushed off the mass of stupid she'd been sitting on.
She bared her fangs right back at him, lower teeth resembling tusks more than ever, right up until he walked out and she got a proper look at what they were sitting on.
"..."
She was pretty sure her brain had stopped working for a moment.
She lifted the fluffbeast that had settled on her hand to eye level. They were precious. She met its stare, looked back down at the nest of tiny scuttling bugs, and back to the one that looked oh-so-content with sitting still on the back of her hand. She slowly exhaled, keeping her expression as neutral as she could, trying not to smile at the buggie as she shoved it in a shirt pocket because enough of this tomfoolery.
She quickly rose to her feet, extended a hand to help Sarce up, and stepped outside to join the team and oh was that a giant spider? Yes, yes it was. No no, it's cool, y'know, not like she had anything better to do with her time. Yep, fighting potential lusii was totally on her list of s**t I Definitely Care About Right Now, right above the effect that a daily glass of organic musclebeast milk had on young developing trolls.
"Hopefully you won't need me to save your hide in this 'fight,' I'm not here to wigglersit you." she spoke casually, almost lethargically, as she fired a couple rounds at the eyes of the webbeast.
Of course the floor would give out. Of course, because this expedition couldn’t get any worse. Nope. No good end here! Only bad ends. Terrible, terrible ends and fates and things she did not want to be on the receiving end of. Things she had no control over, ultimately, and things she feared for that very reason.
She didn’t seem too harmed from the tumble though. Only that she was sore from landing, but she didn’t seem to be bleeding at all, which was always good. Sir always got his blood on her anyway; somehow, she didn’t need to be getting her own everywhere. Still, that was one of many crisis adverted, and she was about to force herself up to her feet when she suddenly sees a hand extended down to her- the greenbloods hand, Pyre’s- and she’s confused for a brief moment, maybe just a little more disorientated from the fall then she thought. It registers that she’s just offering to help her up, but of course the blueblood has to blow everything out of proportion, especially when it’s an offer of kindness. Trolls weren’t nice! What was her deal? Still, it was… very nice, and she accepts the offering and pulls herself up, only saying a very quiet and understated ‘thank you’ as a reply, easily overlooked. The rest of the group hurries along, first with the grayblood, Sir shortly thereafter, and finally Pyruet.
She’s alone for a moment there, stilled in her thoughts, until she feels some slight amount of weight on her precious shoe. Jumping and looking down, she spies the little fluff beast- in fact, an entire grouping of them! Good god they were cute as hell. Knowing she’d have to hurry after the rest of her group that was quickly falling to shambles, she grabs at them- snatching up two particularly cute ones- before hurrying after the group. She does not stuff them in her pockets, but instead holds the pair in the palm of her hand, gently petting the duo. It was strangely calming, actually.
But of course tranquility never lasts forever in this hell she’d been subjected too. Suddenly a webbeast is upon them, and everyone hops to their weapons. She’s far enough behind, and she realizes she has the opportunity to run. Run like a coward, and save herself, or maybe these three could take care of it. Ah, but what if they needed her help? No, she pushed that thought aside, because she was a nobody, and nothing more.
Oh who was she kidding? She couldn’t just abandon her team like that! Quickly stuffing the pair of fluffbeasts into her pocket with utmost care, hoping they don’t mind too much (As she tries to ignore the protests of squirms), she reaches and grabs her trusty firearm, the good ol’ sawed off shot-gun. It was too bad this thing did more damage up close, because she surely didn’t want to get close to the thing.
She remembers she has speed on her side though. Speed, two loaded bullets, and many more on her person. This was no time to be a coward, Sarcel! Everyone else was fighting, and she had to put some effort into this if she was to prove the fact she was totally pathetic. Hand on the underside of the gun, finger on the trigger, she takes off on quick feet and aims, purely going off of nothing but adrenaline and instinct. And stupidity. Her gut level feeling told her wasn’t going to end very well, and she sure as hell believed it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 2:21 am
Choice 2
Team FFF
Hazzan Octbre - 18/20
Frossa Fyrste - 18/20
Alifax Bunsem (S) - 18/20
Alifax had not expected that cave-in, for sure. But all he took for it was a few more scratches, and that was probably okay. He’d survive. Except that the…ground was moving? Oh no, Alifax realized, preparing himself for the worst. There was going to be another cave-in, wasn’t there?
…or maybe there was just going to be a lot of fluffbeasts. They looked decently-sized for a meal, he supposed. He scooped one up and held it in a pocket, hoping that his friends wouldn’t notice. He wasn’t destitute, but it’d be nice to be able to save just one night’s worth of food money. He’d probably be able to keep it awhile as it got bigger, too – then it’d be a real treat. Like a feast.
The group moved onward, and the caverns started to get roomier. Alifax was reassured until he noticed that Sir’s dot had stopped on their trackers. Oh, no, was this going to be – oh. Oh, but that was a big webbeast, and it had only just missed them. Alifax drew his meteors almost as a reflex, jostling his future fluffbeast dinner in the process. But it didn’t matter much – it was only going to be eaten, anyway. He was glad to note that Hazzan had done the same, and that she was already directing them in a plan of attack. Usually they made more independent decisions (FLARPing was pretty player-driven), but Alifax liked having direction, and he liked rules-heavy games. It was really just the fighting that he was after in a campaign, anyway.
So. Okay. This was going to be just like a campaign, except without the dice rolling or the stats hanging over their heads (which meant, he tried not to think, that they wouldn’t have a clear indication of just how much danger each of them was in). That was totally, definitely something that Alifax could do. He concentrated, until a comment from Hazzan broke it – arson? Arson…arson was definitely something that he could do. He flashed her a little smile, and then concentrated on lighting up his meteors with a burst of flame. He wasn’t sure that he could get the webbeast burned directly, but with his meteors directing the attack he felt like he had a lot more control.
Taking a breath, he wound them up and then thrusted at the webbeast.
He hoped this worked.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 5:00 am
Option 1
Team LeftOvers
Cheese-(N) HP: 18/20
Maihue (N)- HP: 18/20
Nelgan- HP: 18/20
Talymn (S)- HP: 18/20
Nelgan froze once he heard the other drone, Cheese, start bawling like they were all going to die. He hadn't seen it yet- whatever it was that frightened Cheese, but the webs they had gotten tangled up in were pretty annoying, to say the least.
A shiver went down the drone's spine as he felt it. A swish of wind right next to him as someone- something swiped near Nelgan. Slowly, he looked up.
Nelgan wanted to run, but his feet were frozen to the ground. At least his vocal cords still worked, and boy did he use those. Luckily the highblood was blaring his keytar, so Nelgan's cowardly screams wouldn't be completely obvious.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 5:42 am
If your troll chose 1, your impressive feat of courage snapped a stalactite from the jagged cavern ceiling above. It promptly impales the webbeast through the head- uh, success?!
If your troll chose 2, you certainly held your own and put up a good fight- but so did the many legged creature. You prevail- but not without a few injuries. Lose 1 hp but gain 5 points in combat training.
If your troll chose 3, you try and book it. Behind a rock you scramble over lay some smartly placed web, which you promptly get caught up in. It almost seemed like the webbeast anticipated your move, as it simply allowed you to flee... Afterwards it lumbered up to you, and toyed with you for a bit. Ouch! Lose 1 hp.
Survival trained trolls spot signs of the web before any feet touch the super sticky substance, and managed to avoid it altogether and slip away unharmed! 1) Looking around, you spot an old rotting piece of driftwood. Pulling it from a pile of washed up debris from above ground, you suppose it would support your weight decently enough. At least, you hope so! Hopping onto your crude craft, you attempt to ride it down the waterfall. 2) You take a moment to debate, but you ultimately decide that there's no logic to jumping into the water. It seemed like a much better idea to descend carefully, and so you decide to try your luck at scaling down the rocky cliff side. 3) You chuckle at the meager waterfall. You deal with dangerous stuff like this all the time! Without so much as batting your eye you dive straight into the water, and brace yourself for impact. Swimming down waterfalls wasn't that hard.
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amicableAggressor Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:47 am
Choice 2
Team Junk Pile
Abrila (S) - HP: 17/20
Minist (S) - HP: 17/20
Minist peered over the edge and down below. She couldn't see much of anything, let alone and signs of Sir. Still, their equipment told them this was the direction they needed to go. Putting her hands on her hips the young troll looked at her partner. "Ready to climb?" she said with a wicked grin. Swimming had never even crossed her mind and neither had riding the waterfall on a makeshift boat. Both were far too dangerous to even award being a possibility in her mind. Nope, the only way to get where Sir's beacon was to climb down.
Carefully she began to lower herself over the edge, tentatively poking around with her toes to find a secure spot to hold her weight. The rock was all very slippery from the spray of the waterfall. As she went she wished she had gone to Survival training while they had practiced climbing. That would have been really useful right about now.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 3:16 pm
Choice 2
Team Junk Pile
Abrila (S) - HP: 17/20
Minist (S) - HP: 17/20
Abrila peered down the waterfall, not eager to find out how far it went down. She was more than happy to agree with Minist's suggestion to climb, since that seemed to be the most logical choice. How else would they get down? Jump? That seemed suicidal. Abrila doubted her swimming training would help her if she cracked open her think pan all over the rocks below.
Still, the rocks would be slippery, so the climb wouldn't be perfectly safe, either. But if Sir had managed to get down somehow, then Abrila could too.
She joined Minist at the edge, careful not to get into her partner's way as they lowered themselves down. It took a moment for Abrila to get into the rhythm of finding places to grip, lowering herself down, and starting the process all over again.
At one point, both her feet slipped out from under her and left her hanging on by only the strength of her hands. Adrenaline must have given her power, because she somehow managed to pull herself back onto the rock. She shivered, then peered at Minist to see how she was faring.
"D-don't go this way..." she warned, moving to a different spot along the cliff.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 9:55 pm
Option 2
Team LeftOvers
Cheese-(N) HP: 18/20
Maihue (N)- HP: 18/20
Nelgan- HP: 18/20
Talymn (S)- HP: 18/20
Warriors they were not
and their hearts were of glass
But brave the beast they tried
and ...not... without-
No that wasn't working.
Strike hard the sound of fear
That unpleasant hissing in your ear
Foreshadowing the long Path of Dismay
Have patience for your dying day
She waits for you, for you to wander
She waits to rip your heart asunder
Blood means nothing in her eyes
A tight embrace to muffle your cries
Oh, how much grace in her web of lies
You can take it, can't you?
You can lie back and wait
Waiting for the inevitable bite
Enjoy that perpetual silenced state
My friend, I don't want to know you...
SCREAM AND WAKE THE WORLD!
I'M NOT SUFFERING FOR YOU
I'LL SCREAM AND WAKE THE WORLD!
TILL MY LAST BRE- wait, water?
Talymn paused and stared down the cliff side. This wasn't going to be fun. Not that there was much fun to be had already.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 10:05 pm
Option 2
Team Leftovers
Cheese-(N) HP: 18/20
Maihue (N)- HP: 18/20
Nelgan- HP: 18/20
Talymn (S)- HP: 18/20
After that last adventure, Maihue had just wanted to stroll along for a little bit. Maybe get her senses back, and calm down. Be herself again. She crossed her arms as the group walked along, and sighed. She heard water. Ah, yes, that was calming. Maihue smiled, but the sound of water grew louder. She furrowed her brow, and looked around. The water kept getting louder. She stopped as she saw the waterfall. Why. Whhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? She saw a side they could climb down, and started to carefully descend. She slipped a little, oh no, please don't be slippery the whole way down.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 11:21 pm
Option 2
Team LeftOvers
Cheese-(N) HP: 18/20
Maihue (N)- HP: 18/20
Nelgan- HP: 18/20
Talymn (S)- HP: 18/20
Cheese had calmed down a little when the stalactite smashed the webbeast to smithereens, though she ended up splattered with ichor. She placidly followed the other members of her group as they carefully climbed down to the base of the waterfall. She was eager to rinse off the blood and ooze, which had started to smell already.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 1:19 am
OPTION THREE YEAHHHH
Team FFFffffffff
Hazzan Octbre - 17/20
Frossa Fyrste - 17/20
Alifax Bunsem (S) - 17/20
And so they fought the webbeast. The three of them had fought, and together, before, but most of it had been fakey-fake fighting (although Alifax could safely say that the fighting had been dangerous, too). Tonight it was for real – against something that really was trying to fight back. Alifax’s meteors hit it once, twice – wow. It didn’t burn too easily, did it? He found himself having to make sure that the flames’ intensity was constant, and that he aimed for places that Hazzan had cut up with her Jacobean quills, or where Frossa had already bruised it or torn skin with her flail.
It did burn, though. And it did seem to give up, eventually, and the three of them ran past it like their lives depended on it (Alifax, though, was unable to extinguish his flames as they ran – would Sir know that his equipment had been burning? He hoped not – he wasn’t sure that they had materials to start a fire, whatever those might be.). Which they might have – but Sir would notice if they didn’t arrive on time, right? Alifax hoped so.
In time they reached a waterfall, where their devices said Sir seemed to…not be moving. Was this their goal? How late were they? They’d lost an awful lot of time skirting around that room with the bridge in it, and also fighting that webbeast. But he was certain that none of them regularly forded waterfalls. He walked over to the waterfall’s edge, dipping his meteors in. There – the flames were extinguished now. No one would know, except for his FLARPing partners, and they’d already known. He was safe from discovery, and they were all safe from that webbeast. “Just think of all the experience we’re getting for our future campaigns,” he volunteered to his panting friends. “It looks like we can climb down, but I’m not sure how much time we’ve lost. Do you think we can – ”
He’d been turning to face his friends as he’d said that, and, well. Wow. Hazzan looked really tired. They had run all the way here, from the place where they’d encountered that giant webbeast. Perhaps it’d be too difficult to climb down. Climbing was a pretty strenuous activity, and it seemed a lot harder when you weren’t used to it. He was sure that Hazzan wasn’t used to it; she hadn’t been raised in the Busthind Mountains (that wasn’t, he meant, a bad thing, but it helped to have been climbing mountains, essentially, for all of his life). But there weren’t a lot of other options, either – he wasn’t going to float down on some driftwood, although there was plenty of it. It was too flimsy. They might as well jump down. Wait…
“You guys know how to swim, right? You grew up in the Four Fronds – that’s got to be a swimmy place. Um. I don’t mean to presume, though…” Alifax glanced down the slope. Yeah, that would be a long, long swim. But it’d be…interesting. He had to practice his swimming; there was no way he’s survive in adult Alternia without it. And he had to admit that he was a little curious – was that jump survivable?
So they swam.
[[ooc note: silv and I discussed this, although mea wasn’t with us at the time – that’s 2/3, so it’s a majority! orz ;;; LIVING DANGEROUSLYYYYY - THAT'S US mea edit: LOLYEAHITSALLGOOD]]
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 2:43 am
Choice 2
Team Bad End
Sarcel Cincil - 18 HP
Sempur Livora - 18 HP
Pyruet Tropos (S) - 18 HP
Zeylla Crypsi - 18 HP
Several gunshots, both Magnum and buckshot, and a probably excessive amount of stabbing later, 4 trolls--some considerably bloodier than others--stood in front of the corpse of a large webbeast, accompanied by four probably-traumatized fluffbeasts.
"...So yeah, that was a waste of time." Staring at the screen of her nav, Pyruet's lip curled downwards. "She hasn't moved in a while." A slight pause. "I assume she's found a grub. We need to be there." Long, confident strides, not betraying the battering she'd taken from the spider, carried her in the direction the device was pointing without the slightest hesitation. She couldn't falter now; they'd come this far and were still in great condition, there was no way a veteran warrior like the redblood had failed. Nope, couldn't even give the idea a second thought.
She realized she'd been so involved with her thoughts, she hadn't even checked to make sure her team was behind her during the few minutes she'd been marching. She stopped and turned on her heel, rotating on the spot. "Hear that?" The unmistakeable sound of water crashing into water was faint, but noticeable. "Probably about to get pretty wet. Careful."
Sure enough, the rock beneath their feet grew more damp as the roar grew louder until they were standing at the mouth of a rather impressive waterfall, with no clear way down. Pyre looked at her teammates, glancing back and forth between Zeylla and Sarce. "Says she's down there. Probably. Suggestions?" She wasn't being even curter than normal because she was nervous or anything, nope nope. Just not feeling conversational is all ha ha ha seriously why was Sir's tracking device motionless at the bottom of a roaring waterfall.
"...I think we should try climbing down. Gonna hit the water down there one way or the other, may as well try to shorten the distance a bit first."
And so what was it; the four of them standing over the fallen beast. While Sarcel had been scared before, wanting this beast to die because she felt so threatened, now she just… felt sick. They had killed it. Killing was a part of their cultures regime though, was it not? Part of being a highblood especially, was it not? She gulped, mouth dry, a terrible taste left in her mouth. She’d never killed a beast like this, though, and watching the blood trickle onto the floor…
No no, there would be time to deal with guilt later. She had to get over it, now or never. They had a more important mission at hand, anyway.
And the group moves on, but there’s a very small rustle in her pocket as she’s reminded of the two fluffbeasts from earlier. Good grief, what with the war cries and the gunshots, they were probably scared half to death! She waited, following after the group last, retrieving the duo from her pocket to look them over fondly; thank god they weren’t hurt! Just shaken up, as she thought. A small, rare smile graced her face then, weary and burnt out from all the adrenaline used on this trip, it was way too much. Too much stress, too much yelling, too much of everything. At least Sir hadn’t killed anyone yet.
Oh right, Sir. She’d better catch up on the group! Following the path, she hears the faint trickle of water, which grows louder and louder until finally there’s a gorgeous river amidst the ravines and stalagmites, flowing and ending in the beginning of a waterfall, a beautiful, if not deadly cascade. She could feel the spray from here, damp and cool; it would have been lovely refreshment had the climate in the caverns not already been damp and musky already. Now she was just on her way to becoming drenched.
Pyre speaks up then, saying they should climb down, and she agrees. Looking to Sempur and Zeylla, she wonders if they will comply. Knowing Sir, he’d try to jump triumphantly down the torrent himself, and now that Pyre was trying to give a suggestion he was probably more than likely too. Giving her commanding officer a weary look, she gives the small bundles of fluff in her hand a few last pets to ease their nerves before depositing them back into her pocket. Rustling, and then nothing, just a small ball of condensed warmth right on her leg where they settled. It was a bit calming, actually. If there was any reason to make it out okay, it was for her new little buddies!
But she was getting carried away here. Looking down the steep drop off, she wondered if she would have enough in her to make the climb. Well, she didn’t have much choice! It was either that or braving the rapids, and she’d much rather take the rock climbing idea. She would open her mouth to give her input, but quickly shuts it again. Her input was not needed here, and there was no reason for her to speak up. She didn’t speak unless spoken too; she was there to respond to commands, after all, not question them.
…But she still had the worse idea that something awful was going to happen. Would they slip and fall? Would something else happen? She’s all too aware of the mossy rock under her feet.
But regardless, they have to get this show on the road. Ignoring the impending feeling of doom, she glances at her group once more. It’d been one hell of a show guys, one hell of a show.
Perhaps Semp had been a bit reckless. Of the four, he certainly fit under the "some considerably bloodier than others" category, but that was how he preferred it. Covered in blood, some of it his, some of it the beasts, all of it a relief to his deranged mind. Forget sopor slime, this was the stuff. Pyruet might have been flippant about slaying the monster, but Sempur took a moment to bask in the after-battle glow. Not that he enjoyed fighting as a team, you could hardly call their uncoordinated attacks a team effort, but nonetheless, it had certainly been something.
He was only returning to a half-way decent mood, though. Pyruet still got on his already incredibly frayed nerves, the peaceful moment cut short as she spoke up. Listen to her, speaking like the leader or something. He'd narrow his eyes in distaste if he wasn't already squinting through some blood. And yet, he couldn't look at her too long, feeling a wave of revulsion wash over him as he remembered her touch, that she had ruined his triumphant moment for, what was it, her own sick kicks? Jealousy that she couldn't stop a boulder with her own bare hands? Because he could have. He would have shown her up so hard.
But no, he didn't need to know her motives to absolutely despise her. But not like that. Not that that needed clarifying. With an annoyed hiss, his gaze settled back onto the slaughted webbeast. It was a much prettier sight than Pyruet, gallivanting about playing boss. Whatever, he'd allow it, if only because the poor girl probably needed something to sooth her undoubtedly bruised ego from Sempur getting the killing blow of the monster. Because he had, don't let anyone say otherwise, she did nothing in that fight. He hadn't been paying attention or anything, but he knew. Nothing.
He would just continue ignoring her like before, what seemed like an eternity ago, not that he was weary or anything, nevermind the whole ignoring tactic never lasted long. Uncharacteristically silent, he uncharacteristically followed after Pyruet, very much characteristically playing with his bloodied hands now. As they reached the waterfall, he lifted his head to stare down at the rushing water, giving a derisive snort at the greenblood's suggestion. He had half a mind to just go over the damn thing himself, show them all how it's done.
Zeylla.
Was not happy.
No, not in the least. As they left the felled beast, she began to feel hot. Not a good hot either, not like warm fire and snuggling blanket warm. This was sick and shaky warm, with sweaty palms and heavy breath. It was because all the blood. That monster had not gone down easily, nor cleanly. All Zeylla had to say was at least the blood was of similar color, not that the fact that she had murdered a beast that may or may not have become some trolls lusii, but at least it hid her own bleeding wounds.
The greyblood tucked her hands into her sleeves and trailed behind the group as throuroughly as she could because gogs they couldn't see her blood. She had been so ******** foolishing to even think she should have come on this ******** trip. Look where she was now! Covered in ******** blood, and feeling ever so closer to just flipping the ******** out. Why, she was about to flip so hard she could just strangle Sempur, except Sempur was actually shutting his ******** mouth for a minute so Zeylla enjoyed that little ******** gem.
As soon as they got to the river, she made a bee-line for the water, eagerly tearing off her overlayers, because they were covered in the most blood. She even dunked her head in the icy as ******** water, hoping it might clear her head. Instead, the current yanked her head and ********. Zeylla yanked herself out of the water and held the small of her neck as her muscles screamed. At least the blood was gone, mostly. She could still smell it, and her nails were disgustingly dirty, and she had to carry a rolled up ball of bloody close, but that was better then being showered in it.
Zeylla glanced at Sempur, who was dripping his and the beasts blood all over the ******** place and a wave of nausea hit her like a ******** boulder to the face(how ironic). She turned back to the water and showed her happiness by releasing her lunch into the violent flow. She then sat there, shuddering and breathing slow and deep, slow and deep, until she was calm. Shrehe'sem, she would never do this again. Ever, this was a lesson learned. How foolish of her to think this would be an easy, safe mission. ********, she was an idiot.
Or maybe she was just surrounded by them. Zeylla stood and glared at her group, not even logically mad, just highly unhappy with the situation and taking it out on them, before moving to the edge of the cliff. She tried to pretend Sempur wasn't bleeding like a stuck hogbeast, but the smell was like metal bitting at her nose. Zeylla wrinkled her face and stared over the cliff edge, considering Pyruets offer, or maybe just contemplating how to kill her teammates.
Either way, Semp had for some unexplained reason, decided that, Why, Zeylla must not have enough blood on her. becuase suddenly there was warmth on her shoulder and when her head slowly turned to look at what it was(please no more blood, please no more blood, ********), she saw red.
His hand was like a ******** massacre, knife wounds and blood and scraps and did he even ******** care. WELL ZEYLLA ******** CARED. She cared a whole ******** lot and she.
Did not.
Want him.
To touch her.
The scream Zeylla released was probably not sane sounding. Someone might think she was being killed or something, but really. If anyone was going to die, gogs let it be Sempur. It would make sense, at least, seeing as Zeylla had gripped his offending hand at the wrist and elbow with her hands(her pile of clothing -along with squished fluffbeast gogs damn it- lay on the ground) and threw him off the cliff face. The feel of her hands swinging him to his possible demise eased her anger, and the farther away that bloody ******** was from her the better. Zeylla didn't even bother to watch him land. She just gave the other two looks that said 'Don't touch me, don't say anything, just ******** climb' before moving to make her way down the ******** cliff side so she could get the hell out of here before gog, she did something really crazy.
"Let's go, I'm not waiting any longer to get the ******** out of here."
Cuz, they hadn't seen crazy yet.
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