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 Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 7:47 pm
Kallos - This time the sword went on and STAAAAAAAAAAAAAARED RIGHT INTO KALLOS'S EYES. All creepily and stuff.
Amrita - Finally, the sword budged, shifting out ever so slightly.
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Trira rolled 1 100-sided dice:
24
Total: 24 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 7:56 pm
"I-I see. A p-protecting d-dragon, then..." He gave another nod when the undead ghoul explained how nice the dragon was. When she mentioned a fire Kallos gave a shudder. Fires burned books! And when books are burned, some knowledge can be lost forever! Fire was a horrible thing, and Kallos gave a shivering nod to show he agreed with her on the scariness of flames. "F-fires, and f-f-fire-creatures...! T-that must have b-been terrifying!" Kallos was taking her seriously, too.
When she suggested they try together, he gave a determined nod. They'd both managed to get it to wiggle some in the past, so if they combined forces, maybe they could get it out! "T-together m-might work." It seemed reasonable, at least.
AND THEN THE SWORD WAS STARING AT HIM. OHGOSH ITWASSTARINGATHIMMMMMM. Kallos, rather unnerved by it's CREEPY STARE, managed to make his way back to the sword. He looked over at the ghoul. "T-together?" As such, he took hold of the bottom of the hilt and one of the guards (and thus left room her the ghoul to grab it also), and when it seemed like a good time, he pulled upwards with all of his scrawny strength.
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Enoh Love rolled 1 100-sided dice:
29
Total: 29 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 7:59 pm
Amrita squeaked and stumbled backwards as the sword budged. She hadn't expected it so she hadn't braced for it. Ah! She stared at it with her single eye wide in surprise before she grinned as wide as her half-mouth would allow. Yes, she got it to move! His hard work, that she had ruined, had been returned back to normal! Amrita was proud of herself, super proud of herself.
"O-okay! On...On three!" She urged, gripping the sword where the boil wasn't. "O-one, t-two...three!" The little ghoul pulled with all her might.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:01 pm
Kallos and Amrita - The sword was practically laughing silently at the duo's combined effort.
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Enoh Love rolled 1 100-sided dice:
47
Total: 47 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:11 pm
Weird.
Her grip stared to slip! The sword wasn't moving - in fact it was mostly laughing at them - but one of her hands was most definitely slipping. A lot faster than it should. She attempted to pull the sword out once more, readjusting her grip to attempt yet another time.
Her hands kept slipping, well...one kept slipping.
Frowning in confusion the ghoul took a half step back and looked down at her hands; one was fine, just fine. The other?
The other had an odd substance on it; kind of sludge like. It probably used to be bright red at some point. There wasn't a lot of it whatsoever, but it was there. More importantly were the two deep gashes against her palm and the last joints of her fingers.
"...Oh." She said breathlessly, staring down at the blade wound. "Um. I-I'm sure it's fine!" Grinning nervously she wiped the wounded hand against her yellow sari; the old blood smearing against the yellow fabric.
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Trira rolled 1 100-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:19 pm
It seemed like not even a combined effort could get the sword out. Frowning at the sword, he gave one last pull on it before he noticed that his partner, the ghoul, seemed a little distracted.
And then he found out why. It seemed her hand had become wounded somehow. "A-Ah! Your hand!" His voice a bit distraught, he looked from the hand to the ghoul. "D-does it usually do that?" She had then smeared the...gelatinous blood on her sari. Quickly feeling through his pockets, Kallos found a clean cloth (he'd been planning on using it whenever he got ink on something, but that hadn't happened yet, surprisingly). He held it out to the ghoul, hoping she'd put it to good use. "H-here. C-can you bind your wound?" After a moment, it occured to him that she might not be able to with her backwards hands. "D-do you want me to tie it on for you?" He was much better at little things like note-writing and tying things than he was at sword-in-stone removal.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:26 pm
Amrita - With her poor grip.. on the blade, the sword didn't budge.
Kallos - Then it decided to slip in further into the stone, seeming to be content there for the time being.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:32 pm
Christof had plopped himself down with his emergency needle and thread, pantleg rolled up to reattach the severed limb, and hadn't even noticed Amrita wandering into the booth. By the time he snipped the thread with a quick well placed pocket-knife, he heard her squeak in pain. What... was she doing tugging on one of those swords? They were DANGEROUS LIMB SEVERING MONSTROSITIES. Definitely no thing for a young ghoul- or er.... a ghoul about his age in a small ghoul's body but no matter. He tested his freshly mended limb before wobbling to his feet to make his way over to the Vitala and the Visitor with a concerned whine in his throat and raised brows.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:32 pm
Riley might have snickered at that last attempt the scrawny looking boil who was helping Amrita just gave. She didn't know him, but she was amused.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:42 pm
"Mmm? Oh! U-uhm, m-maybe...?" She took the cloth from him and tried to wrap it around her own hand, doing understandably poorly. When the offer came the only happily looked up and offered out the injured hand, the cloth already all sorts of odd colours strewn across her palm from the old blood. "P-please?" She murmured, letting him do whatever he wanted to her hand.
Before long Christof made his way to them, the little ghoul beaming up at the Igor.
"Christof!" She gestured towards the boil who was helping her with the sword. "We're...we're trying to get the, um, sword out!" As if he didn't know what they were doing. "I...um. Kinda hurt myself...I think."
Because the wounded palm and fingers weren't a good enough indication.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:48 pm
As amusing as it was to watch Kallos and Amrita go at the sword, Jericho soon frowned as it seemed like the Vetela had hurt herself in the process. Making her way over he tried to see if she was alright.
"You ok there Amrita?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:55 pm
Kallos watched as the ghoul failed at wrapping her hand, and nodded quickly when she offered her wound back out. Carefully, with the grace and gentleness who was used to working on priceless things with their hands, Kallos took the cloth and began to wrap it correctly around her wound. Mentally, he was flicking through his filing cabnet fo a memory for the correct procedure for wound-wrapping and tying.
Finding the suitable information in his brain finally, he slipped the cloth around the wound and around again until the fabric ends were at the back of her hand. His slim fingers quickly tied the fabric into a gentle knot (with a bow even), tight enough to press on the wound (he figured he didn't have to worry about blood flow here), but loose enough that it wouldn't hurt her. Really, Kallos was much better with this kind of thing than with the brute force of sword removal. "D-does that feel alright?"
Another undead, a patchwork igor by the appearance, showed up and seemed concerned with the ghoul's wound. The dragon boil, Jericho, also came over to check up on her.
All of a sudden, for some reason, Kallos felt a shiver travel down his spine, as if someone was watching him. And laughing at him... Looking up, he spotted a purple tentacle-haired ghoul watching them, and the look he gave her was probably that of a startled deer seeing a passing wolf. It wasn't that the predator was interested, just that it was NEARBY...
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 9:05 pm
Riley hadn't realized Amrita was hurt until they started patching her hand up, but she didn't look entirely worried. After all, Amrita's body wasn't permanent, and therefore Riley gave it about as much importance as her own. Or Christof's. Expendable.
She did, however, feel just the slightest twinge of guilt that she'd gotten hurt over a game at her booth. Therefore, she felt it was only fair to give the students a demonstration on how to safely attempt to pull out the sword. She pushed the chair back with an audible sound, and her sneakers dropped noisily to the ground as she stood.
Okay. Everyone please pay attention. If we need a safety instruction on this game, then clearly you are all doing it wrong.
Long, elegant claws wrapped completely around the hilt of the sword with both hands. The eye was completely covered - and looked quite put out about it.
Bend with your knees, lift with your legs, and not your back, and-
The sword slid out without so much as a strain. The muscles of her arms had tightened in movement, but that was the extent of what could be seen.
Did everyone see that? She held the sword carefully with one hand, pointing it at the group, before slamming it back into the rock.
And this time, she did it with only one hand.
In.
She plucked the sword out with a silent heave.
And out.
This repeated for a few attempts. In. And out. In. And out. Stop thinking of it as a challenge. You are the master of the sword. Not the other way around.
With one last, violent shove, the sword slid back into place, and she backed away. Her arms crossed in front of her, as she stood directly in front of it, waiting to watch the contestants personally with a steely glare.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 9:11 pm
Not ten steps away, there was a sudden explosion of loud, roaring laughter, and then, obnoxiously...
"THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID LAST NIGHT, RILEY."
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 9:13 pm
"O-Oh!" Amrita seemed surprised to see Jericho there, of all scarelings. It was as though he knew they had been talking about him! Squirming uncomfortably and NOT because of the wound, she peeked up at him through a veil of dark hair. "Umm. Y-yes, I am fine, r-really..." The boil's words startled her and she looked back at him, then down at her hand. Wow, that was fast!
"...Yes! Th-thank you! Uhh..." She trailed off, realizing now that she didn't know his name...at all. Though the trailing off could easily be interpreted as awe of Riley, who moved the sword in and out with flawless skill.
If it were possible, Amrita would have cried right then and there.
QAQ
....And then Nuk happened.
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