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 Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:22 pm
"One of them..." Owle muttered to Rage, but she seemed no closer to coming back to reality.
It's interrupting. Can I hurt it?
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:23 pm
They were giving him the eye, but those two hadn't seen him before. Or so he hoped; he hadn't seen them before. Didn't notice Opaj at the moment, either.
Just keep walking and find a good place to hide. Then figure out what the ******** is with this glow.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:26 pm
I don't know. Does it have a mind?
Cursing under his breath, opaj ducked back behind the corner. He didn't want it to see him. He silently drew Raitou, the katana of thunder, with his left hand. Look at it- it's solidly built. Took a tidal wave like it was nothing. I doubt a normal sword strike would hurt it, and I have a feeling it's also insulated- it kept pretty close to some damned hot flames.
So, I'm thinking mental attacks, maybe some heavy blunt trauma.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:26 pm
((Actually, Owle and Rage saw you at the Temple. ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:26 pm
((Gamma didn't see them, so he can only assume.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:29 pm
It has a mind. I want it to go away. Let me make it go away.
She was waiting for opaj's permission. Most of her didn't even know what the rest of her was doing.
Odd, her voice has a weird, hissing undertone to it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:31 pm
What else was there to do? Rage leapt up into a nearby tree, staying hidden within the branches but also staying close to Owle. She couldn't stray too far in good concience without knowing that Owle would be able to defend herself - and looking like she was asleep on her feet (so to speak) didn't comfort Rage in that notion at all.
Seeing that her outstretched palm was above the leaves and branches when she reached the top, Rage shot a single weak jet of fire into the air after a moment. Call a little attention to herself... see what happened.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:31 pm
opaj didn't know what was up with Owle, but now did not seem the time to find out.
Do it. As he said this, opaj crossed his blades in front of him, pressing them tightly together. He doubted that electricity would do much against it, but it was worth a shot. having something ready, just in case.
((Edited for accuracy.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:34 pm
((Edited, because I'm still learning how to read.))
Gamma turned his head back, still walking down the street, at the sound of a little woosh. Just a little one, but after having spent his life with a pyromaniac the sound was too distinct. Caught a glimpse of the greenhaired chick in a tree, another on a bench. He'd seen weirder than a chick in a tree today.
So he kept walking.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:38 pm
((For the record, opaj ducked behind the corner. Since I made that post without waiting for a response from you (oops), you could still have seen him if you want, although he probably ducked behind said corner after the pyrotechnic display. Probably, but not necessarily.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:39 pm
And so it was that 50 dim gold snakes rushed from Owle's mind towards Gamma's. They were trying nothing fancy...they merely wanted to hurt.
If they succeeded, Gamma would start feeling like someone was biting and tearing at his head, causing severe pain. Some instinct inside him would tell him that there were tiny snakes all over his brain, biting into it.
((Okay...so...
If you have any defenses against telepathy or magical energy in general, tell me what they are now.
If you don't, you may still defend yourself against the snakes. All you have to do is make the motions of reaching up to your head, clenching your fist, believing that you are grabbing the little snakes, and throwing them off you. You can get about five in each handful, and each handful you tear away will relieve the pain some.
You could use other physical attacks against them, too, as long as you're trying to get the things attacking you off your head.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:40 pm
The woman jumped back down from the tree, with a surprising amount of grace. "Hey... this has it's good points," said Rage, landing much more softly than she was used to. Regardless, she had the mecha's attention.
By now, people were starting to flee, as would be epxected when someone started shooting jets of fire everywhere. Not to mention mecha and other weird happenstance.
"Well?" Said Rage, expecting an answer, apparently. "You just gonna walk away, or what?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:43 pm
opaj stayed put. So, Rage was diving right in... the least opaj could do was give his lifelong friend a head's up.
Owle... can you pass what I've told you along to Rage? Or maybe link me to him? opaj paused for a moment. Or perhaps both?
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:44 pm
((Nah, no defense against magic and a little exposure to psychics. He'd be able to tell what was going on after a while, but he'd be mostly interested in the snakes eating his face.))
His forward foot stopped in place. Just a little itching....
That burst into a feeling of something gnawing his entire skull. Gamma's instinctual reaction was simple; left hand darted for the knife holstered over the other on his left shoulder and carved neatly along the edge of his helmet. Odd how there was no blood or resistance to the knife, but it was making the sensation leave quick.
Why was there something with teeth inside his helmet? Why was the tree-dwelling chick throwing fire around? She said something, but Gamma didn't care what.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:54 pm
Gamma would have to carve around the entire surface of his helmet to get all of the snakes off. He might have gotten about a quarter of them off with one, quick, swipe, but he was far from in the clear.
Right.
And opaj was then linked to Rage. Owle continued sitting, glassy eyed, on the bench.
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