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 Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 6:33 am
If that hadn't worked, Mikhail would have been at a loss. After the effect fire has had on the bull, it certainly wasn't something he would have wanted to try on the soul. Fortunately, however, just the sword was enough. He handed it back to Dusty without a word and went to retrieve his knife, hoping it wouldn't be any worse for the wear. Returning again to the group, he offered to the wavy-haired Fa'e, "Thank you."
"There's not going to be anything else coming, is there?" he asked the deerkitten tiredly. In other words, could they possibly go now? The pain in his ribs wasn't getting any better. In fact, now that there was nothing to distract him from it, it was getting worse.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 12:56 am
Tense muscles began to relax as the soul disappeared. Huffing a sigh of relief, Roth took in the state of the other fa'e. Not to bad, overall. Only one serious injury - well, two if you counted Dusty's tail (and as a fellow tail-owner, Roth decided he did). So, one tail-maiming, one case of broken ribs, and otherwise limited to scratches, bruises, minimal bleeding, and no doubt some horribly protesting bodies and headaches tomorrow.
Now, Roth decided, was the time for the patronising clapping. Resting his spear in the crook between neck and shoulder, he gave a few short, polite claps. In a lazy drawl, he added, "Go, Team Fa'e." He gripped his spear firmly once again. "I'd say that drinks were on me, but the only other person here who looks of age is... well, let's just say that calling him 'the opposition' is putting it nicely."
He'd demand a face-off, now that the bull was gone, but it would be far too easy to take down someone with broken ribs. Even with the ringing in Roth's own head, it would be as easy as taking on one of the fa'e toddlers - and Roth needed more excitement than that.
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 9:18 pm
Caoimhe continued fidgeting with her hands, flipping her eyes between the red-haired angel and the smug demon. Odd. She again wondered if she had met the former, but her eyes lingered longer on the latter. He was much older-seeming than most of the Fa'e that she had met. The girl was never really sure how Fa'e aged, but she hadn't done any growing in a long time -- least of all vertically. In fact, she was pretty dwarfed by everyone there, except for Dustin. Contemplating this, she took a few steps toward the deerkitten, hoping that the perspective might make her look more impressive.
Raising an eyebrow at Roth's sardonic applause but not really caring either way, she turned to Dustin and said, "Man, Dustin, that was pretty weird. Follow you home, did it?" This was the most action the fiery tempered Fa'e had experienced in a long time, and despite the injuries, her chest was flooded with a comfortable adrenaline that she had come to miss since her lackluster time spent withering away in Gaia. Nice change of pace, actually. In fact, the idea that there might be another thing to fight seemed pretty damn exciting -- an emotion that the girl failed to hide, smiling and bouncing on her heels as she peeked down the street.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:22 pm
Not knowing the answer to Mik's question, the bejeweled Fa'e found it convenient to simply pretend not to have heard it. He took his sword back wordlessly, wiping off the thin cover of ash on the front of his shirt. It wasn't as though he'd be making any more of a mess of it than it already was, after all. There had been enough soot and ash strewn in the close quarters of combat to leave a fine grime over his clothing, though it was hardly noticeable on his face and fur.
"Would've, probably," Dustin answered Caoihme, trying much not to fret over the thought. Dusty's room was in the basement underground, not easily reached by a creature like the bull - actually, it was fairly defensible, the deerkitten realized for the first time - but that didn't make the thought of an attack at his house any more pleasant.
He wasn't even half the distance to his house yet anyway, Dusty realized, and somehow, he didn't feel like walking the rest of the way home alone. The HQ was much closer and, in the event that something else did show up, was probably much safer as well; he'd rather try his luck going back there for the night, he thought.
"I think there's first aid and stuff at the HQ," Dusty said aloud, clearly typifying his thoughts as concern for his injured fellows and not worry about what he might run into on the way home. Mik was the one that seemed to be the most injured, and was therefore the easiest to pick out with mild sympathy and concern - "Y'think you can get that far all right?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 7:57 am
One of the angel's lower wings twitched slightly, a small sign of his growing annoyance at the black-skinned demon. He would have been willing to try to get along - really! - given their shared background as Fa'e, but the other youth was clearly not interested in getting along. Mikhail supposed it was just as well, because he made him uneasy. He wasn't distant enough from what he had been to truly be okay with a demon, Fa'e or not. Even Morty made him ill at ease, sometimes.
"Just as well," he said in clipped, disapproving tones. "I don't drink." Under other circumstances, Mikhail might have been inclined to do more than be a little snarky, but his ribs were broken. Starting a fight wasn't much of an option at the moment.
Looking back to Dustin, he nodded. "Yeah, sure."
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