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 Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:23 am
Both encouraged by the cat's positive response and discouraged by the amount of time he might have to spend here, Gareth continues scratching under the giant cat's chin.
Gareth: If my friends could see me now...Gareth Mordant, gang-breaker, swordsman, gunner, titanic cat scratcher...
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:25 am
The cat's head jerked, and it opened it's mouth wide, revealing rows of monstrous teeth, each the size of Gareth's arm.
It was wretching.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:26 am
This smiley should approximate Gareth's reaction: eek
Gareth: Oh ******** a quick sidestep, Gareth manages to keep up the scratching and get out of the way of the yawning cave of teeth, tongue, and horrible retching sounds.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:31 am
"Hech hech hech hech."
"HECH!"
Finally, a massive hairball as tall as Gareth came rolling out of the cat's mouth. Shaking it's head, it looked at the hairball inquisitively.
With one last yowl, it bounded off, leaving Gareth alone with the hairball... the hairball that was glowing.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:38 am
Gareth took in a breath to whistle in awe...and immediately regretted it. With a loud, hacking cough of his own, he backed away to get some fresh air. Once he was able to breathe normally, he examined the hairball more closely...
Gareth: Glowing hairball, eh?
With a flourish, he draws his shortsword and hacks his way through the hairball, aiming to find a shiny, hard, and most glowy center...
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:39 am
A glowing black marble falls to the floor. Quote: DestroyerColor: Black By sacrificing this accessory, you may destroy one opponent's equipped accessory. The opponent must be in your line of sight, and Destroyer must all ready be equipped. arrow When using this ability, you must alert the Rolling and Accessorizing Thread. (As is the case any time you change accessories.) Also, debris of saliva-soaked cat fur is flying through the air, much of it pasting itself to Gareth.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:43 am
A man made entirely of tightly-woven paper stepped onto the scene from the Strip.
Peering around with eyeless face, it sought something to do. Something to consume.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:50 am
(Destroyer GET!)
Once his hacking fervor is ended, Gareth wipes off the fur as best he can with a grimace. Then he picks up the black marble at his feet. He looks over his shoulder at his companions.
Gareth: "This one is mine. I had to suffer through a ********' huge cat, ********' huge catbreath, and a ********' huge hairball t' get it."
He pops the blood-red orb out of his hand and tosses it underhanded to Sieg, then replaces it with the newly acquired black one. A change comes over him...he doesn't feel physically stronger, but he feels at the back of his mind that he can control events...he can shatter power with his own, and make others lose their strength, but at a dire cost.
Gareth: "...this one, we won't be activatin' anytime soon."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:53 am
Stepping into the row from the Cathedral, feeling very out of sorts and hurting, Owle took a quick look around for anything unusual.
Man cutting a giant hairball to pieces...
Humanoid made of fliers advertising a slave club...
...nope. Nothing out of the ordinary here.
If stranger things have walked into the Firebrand, it was still an ordinary day.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:55 am
The paper being looked from Gareth to Owle and back again, as though sizing up its options.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:56 am
Both hands stuffed into his jeans pockets, and his Fang sheathed behind the small of his back horizontally, he followed behind Owle, yellowed right eye taking in everything he could.
She hadn't accepted his offer to treat her wounds yet... she was probaly still mad at him for the go-cart thing.
However, as the same time, that nagging buzzing sensation at the back of his skull started up.... it was always low when near Owle and Rage, as if he was used to them being near him--- but now it started up again, always just there at the edge of his mind.
His marble sense was tingling.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:59 am
She turned to face Vahn, hearing his voice from behind her (in his post back in the Cathedral.)
"We should probably find a safe place to sit down first...maybe go back to the Circle of Justice, or at least get indoors. Wings are pretty delicate, it'll take a while to splint even with me telling you what to do...
"Though...I guess we can stop to bandage that..."
'That' was the gash on her back, which was still bleeding slowly beneath her wings. "As long as nothing attacks us first."
Honestly, she'd have taken care of it first thing, only she wanted to get away from the smoke coming out of the cathedral first.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:05 am
Owle Isohos Stepping into the row from the Cathedral, feeling very out of sorts and hurting, Owle took a quick look around for anything unusual. Man cutting a giant hairball to pieces... Humanoid made of fliers advertising a slave club... ...nope. Nothing out of the ordinary here. If stranger things have walked into the Firebrand, it was still an ordinary day. Gareth catches an eyeful of Owle...fortunately for him, he'd already seen enough weird stuff today, and the sight of a winged woman with taloned feet didn't phase him in the least. Gareth: "Hi." Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something else... R66-Y The paper being looked from Gareth to Owle and back again, as though sizing up its options. He turns to face...an origami man? Paper elemental? Whatever the hell it was, it didn't seem pleasant. With another grimace of disgust, he wipes his shortsword clean on a conveniently placed shrub/bench/lamppost and eyes the paper thing. Gareth: "If ya don't mind my askin', what the hell is that?" He gestures at the...oh, we'll call it an ad-man, for lack of a better term...with the tip of his sword.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:14 am
"Uh.. yea, but it shouldn't take long for me to sear that up... s'long as you don't squirm too badly."
He was going to cauterize her wound and stop the bleeding with heat of course, same way he treated himself in tough fights.
However, the stranger greeting Owle and the paper man staring her down kinda made him wonder what was up.
And that feeling in the back of his skull wouldn't go away.
"You can feel it right... a marble."
He was talking to Owle of course, not knowing that it was Gareth who had the marble yet.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:14 am
"Hi," Owle said, conversationally.
At his words, Owle turned to glance at the big paper thing once more. "It's a person made out of fliers. What's it look like?" she'd ask, as if this were an everyday occurance. She'd just fought a giant cube of flesh. This was normal.
"My name's Owle. What's yours?"
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