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 Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 4:57 am
Option 2
Team Leftovers
Cheese-(N) HP: 18/20
Maihue (N)- HP: 18/20
Nelgan- HP: 18/20
Talymn (S)- HP: 18/20
Nelgan glanced at the rushing water, then sighed, glad his team wasn't crazy enough to throw themselves in it. He knew how to swim, sure, but swimming in a waterfall sounded like the worst possible idea. Nelgan eyed the cliff side. It was probably scratchy and slippery, but at least if they fell they would have something to hold on to. He edged his way over and began carefully feeling the cliff side, slowly making his way down to the bottom. Vaguely he wondered if he had expected all the shenanigans that they had experienced in the cave. Well, it didn't matter anyway. He just hoped that this eventful experience would be over soon.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 10:39 am
If your troll chose 1, you ride down the waterfall like a champ. The wood held strong to your surprise, despite feeling it bound off of and make impact with stone several times. Gloriously descending onto a bed of foam as you land unharmed into the waters below, you feel rather pleased with yourself.
If your troll chose 2, unfortunately the rocks were just too slippery. You struggle to keep your grasp on the cliff, but it was simply too wet from the waterfall. You take a nasty tumble down, but hey, at least you made it! Lose 1 hp.
Navigation trolls stop for a moment, studying the cliff side below them. They take a moment to chart out a safe path, carefully making note of the dry rocks. The few minutes of preparation end up saving your neck, as you avoid most of the slippery rocks and descend unharmed!
If your troll chose 3, roll one 100-sided die.
If you get between 1 - 70, unfortunately some sort of strong tentacle grabs hold of your leg and pulls you underwater as soon as you hit the small lake below. You fight the purpleblooded beast, but it was far too big and far too deep underwater for you to do much damage. You nearly drown, but you manage to get loose and scamper out of it's territory. Lose 1 hp.
If your result is 71 - 100, the water was cold and fast, but you dominated the fall and crawled out of the lake below successfully. Although you're barely able to stand on your shaking legs due to sheer exhaustion- you did it!  Struggling up the banks, it wasn't long before a sizeable crowd had begun to march or limp across the damp rock towards a faint green light in the shadows ahead. Gathering, they found a neatly set portable respiblock, a small artificial moonlight device, and, sitting neatly in front of it, the tracking device of the redblood they had been following. On either side of the camp were two tunnels, both leading in different directions, but of their 'great leader', the redblood, there was no sign. Except, of course, for a small note sitting pinned to the ground under the tracker. Congratulations, you passed. Congrats to all trolls who successfully completed the cyoa! If you wrote a reply to every prompt, this thread counts as 1 rp point. Further updates will begin tomorrow and continue till the 26th. This thread is now open rp until then.
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amicableAggressor Vice Captain
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thyPOPE rolled 1 100-sided dice:
85
Total: 85 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 12:17 am
ROLLING FOR TENTACLES DON'T MIND ME
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melona-pan rolled 1 100-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 5:40 am
rollng for tenctacless
a rp post might go here!
but probably not.
(frossa hp: 16/20)
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 1:41 am
That's we he got for touching the greyblood, he supposed. Never would Sempur ever even begin to think about touching a higherblood without their express permission. He would never dream of being so disrespectful, it simply wasn't his nature! Sempur was nothing if not reverent, after all, and he wasn't about to take chances with the hemoanonymous girl. He had been suspicious, sure—why would a highblood go around grey? What did she have to hide? But for as stupidly reckless as he usually was, Sempur figured it was better safe than sorry when it came to matters with the caste. So he tried to be civil. Not too grovelling, in case she was a lowblood, but not too bold either, were she indeed a highblood. All in all, Sempur tried to keep to a middle ground.
Only, that translated to largely ignoring and forgetting Zeylla, because moderation was not his strong suit. After the battle, having decided to ignore Pyruet instead, Sempur figured he could possibly try speaking to the greyblood. Not that he was trying to win her over onto his side and make further comrades in the war against Pyre or anything, he just figured maybe he could impress the maybe-maybe-not highblood. So he had strode on up, completely forgetting himself and clapping a heavy, bloodied, trying-to-be-friendly hand on her shoulder.
And for his efforts, he got thrown off a cliff.
Fair enough. If Zeylla was a highblood, he deserved this. And if she was a lowblood? Well. Sempur had to admit, he'd be kind of impressed. Mostly enraged, but she had a hell of an arm, he'd have to give her that.
He'd been getting roughed up a lot lately, hadn't he? By his own teammates, even. First it was Pyruet "saving" him, the glory hog, then it had been Zeylla here trying to kill him. Which, as much as he appreciated the gesture, would not do. This would be too disgraceful of a death. Well, if she was a lowblood. If she was a highblood? Here was your dark plot, Sempur. His paranoid mind began to weave a conspiracy, just like his war dramas: Pyruet, in an attempt to ruin his rise to glory and usurp his throne as glorious leader of this unit, had been undermining his authority this whole time, and even going so far as to sabotage. Bad enough as it was, but somewhere along the line she had managed to recruit Zeylla to the cause, beating him to the punch. And here was the assassination attempt.
Clever, Pyruet. But not clever enough. It would take more than a fall down a cliff and being battered by rocks at the bottom of a waterfall to kill Sempur Livora. The question was... What of Pathetic? She had been obedient, sure, but suspiciously quiet this whole time, too. He could suspect her loyalties, it was possible Pyruet had convinced his faltering recruit to act as a double-agent. Et tu, Pathetic?
Actually, this was a pretty good story. Were this dramatic web of lies to come to light, a treasonous team betraying their commander, he could totally be hailed as a tragic hero and they would all hang. Yeah, he'd be OK with dying if it meant that. Not bad.
Unfortunately, Sempur was very much alive. Pretty roughed up, maybe a little delirious from a particularly bad blow to the head as that whole incredibly stupid tangent proved, but otherwise living on the shore of the lake. Too bad. He sat up, and was immediately all too aware of the fact that, say, his head sure felt lighter all of a sudden, and not just from the oxygen deprivation and possible brain damage. Bringing a (now relatively bloodless, unfortunately) hand to his horn, Sempur felt only jagged edges under his scarred fingers, none of the familiar smoothness, ending in a point he had lovingly sharpened every morning. Gone. His horn had been snapped, broken right at the crack he had received and treasured from the battle royale what felt like ages ago.
Dropping his hand to his side, Sempur felt something unfamiliar. No, that was a lie, he had felt this emotion before, albeit always very vaguely and quickly covered up with anger because that was easier. It was like a wound, but without the blood he relished so much. It was just the hurt. No, he didn't like this pain near as much as the physical kind. Gaining scars, why, that was to be celebrated. Marks of courage and experience. To lose a whole horn? That was it, he had lost. To the greyblood. She could be a lowblood, and he'd hate himself. A highblood, that would be a bit more comforting sure, ******** it, ******** this, ******** feeling upset or whatever this was time to pull the usual routine because that was easier and expected. Pulling himself up, allowing the rage that had been bubbling up to completely overtake him and his stupid better-be-careful-she-might-be-a-highblood sensibilities, Sempur began screaming threats loud enough to hopefully be heard over even the roar of the waterfall because he was calling for Zeylla's blood now, she'd better hear it, they'd be settling this once and for all highblood or no because Sempur Livora was not going to stand for losing a horn.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:07 am
A silence followed after Zeylla's rather dramatic throw, the cave almost buzzing with energy as the gray-clad girl looked around, as if daring the group to say something.
Pyruet took her up on that unspoken dare.
"Whaaat the ********> the greenblooded girl practically screamed, the final expletive echoing around the cavern over the roar of the waterfall. "What the <********> was that?" She looked like she was at a loss for words, anger and confusion but mostly anger written all over her face. "Seriously, what the hell? ********, I understand that urge all too well, but God Almighty, you're supposed to show some restraint!" Worries about their redblooded superior were clearly forgotten in her furious tangent, now focusing entirely on that sweet, cathartic anger. "After all the trouble I went through to make sure all four of us make it out of here somewhat intact, you throw a teammate off a cliff? No, ******** that, if he's dead, I'm coming after you."
She paused and looked over at Sarcel, like she'd only just remembered the small girl was there. The blueblood looked shocked, certainly, but for what might've been the first time, Pyruet saw anger in the girl's face. "And I'm pretty sure she's got something to say too." With that, she turned toward the edge of the cliff, stormed over, and started lowering herself over, muttering something about sabotaged opportunities and selfish b***h, fury apparently overpowering even common sense cause whoops look who was leaving the kid with the psychopath. Whatever, that giant spider had proved that Sarce knew how to kill the hell out of things anyway, shotguns were pretty good at that.
Barely halfway down the rock face, trying to cling to the wet, almost polished-smooth surface, her grip finally gave out yet again, and down she dropped, desperately trying to stop herself. Her fingertips were torn open again as she frantically grabbed at the wall, accomplishing nothing but injuring herself further and pushing herself backwards. She landed almost flat on her back in the lake below, water feeling like concrete from that height, instantly knocking the wind out of her as she sunk, too dazed to realize she should swim.
That dazedness passed with the first couple breaths of tangy water though, quickly forcing her way upwards, spluttering and choking as soon as her head broke the surface. She tried her best to keep afloat while clearing her respiratory system of the probably-disgusting water, slipping back underneath only to inhale another quick gasp's worth more than once. The fluffbeast scuttled out of her pocket and crawled up to her head, trying to keep the highground. Good Lord, drowning sucked.
She finally managed to get enough of it hacked up that she could breathe without choking, and rolled onto her back, considering lying there for a moment to recover a bit before remembering that she was in a dark cave, way further under the surface than any troll older than a grub belonged, in a lake probably full of some aquatic lusii who didn't exactly respond well to trolls they weren't meant to adopt invading their territory. She rolled back over, looking highly disgruntled as she started swimming for the shore.
She slowly dragged herself to her feet once she was in water shallow enough that swimming was no longer a real option. This entire mission had been exhausting in pretty much every definition of the word. Physically tasking, of course, but then there was the more mental drain of having to put up with Sempur's incessant idiocy for the better part of several hours--and speaking of that dunce, she hadn't seen his corpse in the lake, so he either survived and dragged his sorry a** to the shore, or he'd been eaten by the certainly horrifying creatures that made their home in underground lakes that natural light would never see. She was sure she'd be unhappy either way, but at least one option left her the chance of returning with an intact squad, which, while probably not a huge accomplishment for most of the other groups, should earn her some sort of medal with this team of freaks in her opinion.
She squeezed the bun on the back of her head, wringing as much water out of her hair as she could without letting it down, adjusted her new multilegged pet, and was just about to start walking in the direction the tracking device had been indicating, when she heard the blueblood start screaming bloody murder about something or other, probably (rather understandably)pissed about the whole attempted killing thing. She sighed, and began walking in the direction of the screeches, soaked clothes weighing her down considerably.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:02 pm
"Et takes a special kinda a*****e t'do something like this..." Ranted an especially sore and greatly displeased Talymn, "Puttin' us through that kinda Hell only to say, 'hey, you made it through the first circle! Only eight ******* mo' t'go! Good on ya, grubs! Good ***** job!"
He prattled on in this manner for several more minutes, not caring if his teammates or any of the other survivors were actually paying him any attention by that point. He just needed to let it out and for the time being anyone who happened to be within ear shot served as a temporary moirail for the purpose of easing his own frustration, which in turn seemed to cause several others' to flare. As the tempers of the cavern visitors reached a crescendo, Talymn finally shut his trap, sending a rock skittering down one of the two tunnels.
Then someone had to go and ask for an 'encore' by grunting something offhandedly about his beaten up keytar.
"Go shove et up yer-"
That's when the screams echoed through the cavern. Merciless, enraged screams. Forgetting about his own 'problems' for the first time ever, Talymn allowed his curiosity to take him towards where the new commotion was stirring further back along the river bank, stopping only when he laid eyes on the unfortunate vocalist.
Wot kinda mess did THIS guy get himself into? He mused, glancing up towards the top of the waterfall, easily assuming that the others still clambering down were the offended's teammates. With his hands slipping into his pockets and a slight slouch in his stance, Talymn decided to keep his distance and watch the circus unfold.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 5:09 pm
The silence was deafening. The roar of the waters besides her were whispers now, the only reminder of their existence was the wrathful lapping of water at the edge of the bank, the mist spraying forth from the rocks. She'd forgotten about the water, forgotten she was drenched. They weren't in the caverns anymore, or at least Sarcel wasn't. Standing there like a spire, sane in purity; a statute used to mark the solace in the hell that spiraled outward just now. A violent spiral, the grace of a lily, the venom of a snake and perfection of a storm. Standing there, the two trolls in front of her, and she felt alone and alienated and encompassed in her own little dimension.
Then there was the numbness of shock. The space where Sir once stood was empty. The greyblood girl stood where he once did, looming over the cliff face, staring down like death itself. Her fingers twitched; twitched for the gun at her side, the trigger, the barrel, the shot. The emotion itself was raw, although muddled by the shock. Her hands willed to move, but they did not. Her feet willed to move but they did not. Nothing moved. The roar of the water was like the rushing of blood through her veins; nothing but the loud, sickening thuds of her heart beating against her rib cage.
"Whaaat the ******** then, there comes the remarkable surge of clarity. Sense thrumming to life, eyes locked on one target; the troll that threw Him over edge, literally and otherwise. She could hear his screams now- not that she thought he would of perished in the fall, she knew Sir had tenacity. He was nothing, if not tenacious, and if anything that was one of the few traits she picked up on. Why, she had stuck around this long, hadn't she?
But that doesn't solve anything.
No, the shock was ebbing away. The shock needed no place anymore, and she refused to give it the time of day. There was no shock now, the incredulous expression she wore vanished. She had felt resentment at the Battle Royale, she had felt resentment with that blueblood that challenged her...
"And I'm pretty sure she's got something to say too."
Oh did she.
Did she.
She had known anger but she was furious. Eyes narrowed- if looks could kill- a tumultuous glower, a slight snarl. Oh yes, she was pissed beyond recognition. Pyre descends, and it's just the two of them on the bluff. Sarcel Cincil the pathetic blueblood, and the hemoanon that dared things she never would of humored.
"Y-You crazy god-DAMN SON OF A b***h." And suddenly she's the one screaming. The quiet little girl, introvert- stay out of trouble, don't attract attention, be cool, stay casual, always have a game plan.
"What is even WRONG WITH YOU. He didn't even do ANYTHING TO YOU!" still screaming. She was just so beside herself with rage, she didn't even know what to do with herself. She wanted to take her shotgun and shoot the girl right then. Supposed to show some restraint, she could a sworn she just heard someone say that now, but god were her fingers itching for the firearm.
"You don't even KNOW how h-hard it is, how hard it is to keep up with h-him? Huh? T-To make sure everything r-runs smoothly, and then- and then YOU--" The indignation blinding and blocking any coherent thought, the little blueblood is waving her arms around wildly, "--No, not just you, it-it's EVERYBODY always making everything FIVE TIMES ******** WORSE"
Forget it. Sir was highly capable on his own to take care of himself, although she was pissed off Pyre was probably going to go down there and unintentionally antagonize him some more. She had been quiet this whole trip, save for a total of four words spoken Yes sir, thank you, and yet she still couldn't catch a break. Still. She never would, she'd come to terms with it now. The fluffbeasts in her pocket were quickly forgotten.
So quickly forgotten. Suddenly she's holding her gun, suddenly the empty shells from the webbest clinked onto the floor, suddenly it's reloaded and cocked.
And it's not aimed yet, but she's walking right towards who, in her eyes, is the perpetrator.
Then, comes the scream of complete, untouched anger.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:43 pm
She stood at the edge of the cliff, eying the water below like a hungry hawk. After she had thrown him, Zeylla wondered if he would come up from the water. Sbe wondered idly if he was going to drown. He seemed like a stronger troll than that, but she could be wrong. But no, there he was, his horns--
Horn. Zeylla raised a brow as he crawlwd from the water with a single intact horn. How cruel, the other one must have washed away in the river. He wouldn't even be able to find it. She would have felt bad, but Zeylla honestly didn't care. And also, there was another troll yelling now(besides Sempur, who was screaming at her from below). The greyblood turned, her rage boiling behind her eyes as she stared at Pyruet. She frowned, what did the greenblood care. They had done nothing but fight fight fight. Maybe they really were kismesis or something. That would explain why she would be mad about the whole throwing business. But still he had touched her. With those hands. Covered in blood. It was ********, not that she would forgive any troll for anything really anyways.
So most of what Pyruet said did little but irritate Zeylla more. She did not need some greenblood telling her what was what. She did what she knew was right in the situation. Sempur was punished for his act of foolishness, and they should all just ******** move on. And when she finished, the greyblood grumbled, "He isn't dead," even though the greenblood had already moved to make her way down the cliffside.
She watched her for a moment before remembering the little one was still there. Surely the Sarcel wouldn't be mad, no matter what Pyruet said. Sempur treated her like scum on the bottom of his stupid boot. Yet, when she looked at the little blueblood, all she could see was the quake of her shoulders, the clench of her fists. The way her pupils were contracted with rage.
Then she was screaming. Zeylla's brows raised, her eyes widened and her soothing rage bubbled back up. Hadn't done anything? HADN'T DONE ANYTHING? He had ******** spent the whole trip screaming like a fool, then he pushed her into situations she wished not to be in, and then he ******** touched her with his blasphemous ******** hands and HE HADN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG?
A sharp laugh slipped from her lips, anger in the form of bitter cackling. And her complaining, it was silly. Why would she stay with an idiot who made her life so hard? Shrehe'sem, if Zeylla was her, she would have dropped his a** like a hot ******** rock the moment he started treating her like s**t.
"DO NOT TELL ME HOW TERRIBLE IT IS TO BE AROUND HIM. YOU, YOU CHOSE THAT. DON'T EVEN ******** COMPLAIN TO ME," the words were ripped out of her throat even before she thought it out completely as a fog of red haze blurred her mind again. And then Sarce was holding her gun and Zeylla raised her lips, baring needle-sharp teeth.
"Is that how it is going to be," she growled before slipping the needlebone stiletto from her dress's many pockets(it was smeared with the remnants of spiderblood still, from her panicked wiping), "Shoot me then, since you ******** trolls are all so eager for blood, shoot me."
It was a bluff of course, playing off her grey symbol and the natural born fear in most trolls to not harm a highblood. Sarcel didn't know what her blood color was, and perhaps she would pause for a just a moment. Long enough for Zeylla to put her down, to end this without any more ******** BLOODSHED.
Sarce's scream mingled with Zeylla's as the greyblood moved towards the little one. If she wanted to pull a gogdamn shotgun on her, she would put her in her ******** place. As they came close, she threw her knife to the side and went to grab at the other blueblood's shirt with her left hand while her right reached to rip her shotgun out of her hands and away from this scuffle. There would be no more ******** bloodshed, but she would rub the little one's face into the ******** ground if she had to. After she got that gun out of her hands first.
And still, below them, Sempur cried for her blood.
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Silverah rolled 1 100-sided dice:
94
Total: 94 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 6:51 pm
Rolling for tentacles.
Hazzan sputters to the surface, completely unaware of the beast she has just narrowly avoided, and swims for the shore. ******** yeah.
17/20.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 3:07 pm
There it was. She stared at her tracker's screen and then to the other tracker. Her own dot had been merged with the one she had been following. That would certainly explain why it had stopped moving. Looking up she gazed at the two tunnels that continued on. Which one had Sir gone down, she wondered? Either way she was eager to keep going, but judging by the other teams that were littered about, no one shared her sentiments. Or maybe they did and these were just the wrigglers that were too scared to continue without Sir holding their hand? Well, she wasn't scared. She didn't need to be looked after. She had made it this far after all. Sure, she was a bit battered, but here was the chance for adventure! The best adventure of all!
Before she could think of anything else, however, her thoughts were interrupted by a blood curdling scream of rage. Minist didn't think of herself as jumpy or easily scared, but she flinched as the screams echoed throughout the cavern. It almost drowned out the noise of the waterfall. Someone was mighty angry. That meant something interesting was happening. With a grin she turned around and followed the sound. Nearer the water she spied the source of all the hubbub. She didn't recognize the troll at first, due to their lopsided horns, but a second more and she realized it was that pleasant blueblood. The cause of his rage was most likely the unevenness was his head. Minist bit her lip in excitement. Boy did she want to know what had happened to him!
Oh, but look at that. Someone had just fallen into the water with a splash. They seemed to be drowning. That certainly would be disappointing if the poor troll came all this way just to drown here. However, they were able to get to shore just fine. Semp still screaming about how he was going to kill someone. This should be a good show. Looking for a good place to sit back and watch Minist spied a fellow spectator. How had she not noticed him before? It was that guy she say a couple times during training. Smiling she leaned against a rock and watched Sempur have his conniption. She wondered how many would be drawn over. He certainly had a set of lungs on him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 4:30 pm
It was probably for the best that Sempur didn't notice the audience he was drawing. For their sake, anyway, he was mad enough to probably attack anyone who came near, Zeylla or no. He had probably never been so furious—actually, scratch that "probably"; angry may have been his default state most of the time but this was a rage far beyond his usual. It wasn't even about losing his horn, though make no mistake, that was still a pretty big part of it. No, this was about being betrayed and he had had it up to here with this loathsome unit so apparently hellbent on ruining his chance at glory when he had been nothing but patient with them. Sort of.
He caught sight of Pyruet first, unfortunately (probably more for him than her). Blades out, he stormed over, gesturing wildly and still bellowing. "WHERE IS THAT COWARDLY BACKSTABBER?!" Truth be told, he would have appreciated a literal backstab more than this, looking an absolute wreck, soaking wet though it was a wonder the lake water hadn't all just evaporated with how absolutely steamed he was, horn snapped short and even his glorious mohawk was ruined, plastered limply to his forehead, eyes mad with hurt but mostly anger mind you, darting wild about for any sign of the so-called traitor. Nope, no greybloods around here, though he did recognize a certain yellowblood that had infuriated him (though nowhere near this badly) once—he never forgot that insolence and probably never would—turning his back to the greenblood to shout at her now. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT. I'LL KILL YOU NEXT YOU WORTHLESS LOWBLOOD."
Really, now he just seemed to be screaming for the sake of it. If he couldn't very well take his anger out on the one he wanted, verbal abuse had to do. Sempur never would have yelled at a higherblood, heavens no, but the fact hardly seemed to register to him as he turned his attention onto Talymn now, drawing his own knives on himself, cutting through the cloth of his uniform to run the blade down his trembling arm. "ARE YOU ENTERTAINED? ARE YOU ENJOYING THIS?" Oh dear it looked like he was taking the knife to his stomach now, seppuku imminent as he stared the purpleblood down.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 6:14 pm
... He did not juss'... Eyes narrowing just slightly in befuddlement, it took Talymn all of three seconds to realise that there was a second person in the audience and the enraged uni-horn wasn't referring to him. Having been rather focused on the scene, he hadn't noticed Minist sidle up on the nearby rocks. With just the slightest nod of acknowledgment to her, he quickly returned his gaze to the blue blood.
"Oye, oye... Mind who yer gettin' pissy at!" He answered back with a frown, straightening his stance slightly and focusing his gaze on the fresh rivulets of navy blue that seemed far too eager to stain the cavern floor. While not an advocate of self-mutilation or suicide, Talymn wasn't particularly wanting to elevate his position on the whole mess beyond 'curious bystander'. Still, that knife was getting awfully close to some rather vital areas if anything in the med. books held any reference, plus there was something beyond the manic anger in the blue blood's eyes that brought on an awkward moment of inspiration. There was a story here that was worth listening to and Talymn was already piecing together the accompanying melody.
"Now either tone it down a few notches or make good on that coward's play yer hintin' at wit' that blade there!" He added, placing his hands behind his head nonchalantly and then simply moved to lean against a side of the rock Minist was perched on to await the vocalist's reaction.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:01 pm
Pyruet was exhausted. That was all there was to say on the matter. She didn't even have the energy to put effort into arguing with Semp, her half-lidded eyes not even twitching as he turned on her. "I assume she's still up there, but honestly I--" Of course, he wasn't really interested in a response, he was just screaming because he could. She couldn't even finish her sentence before he'd found someone new to threaten.
She wearily reached for one of her pistols, just in case he decided to make good on his threat, but nope, just more self-mutilation and screaming at bystanders. He was hysterical, no way he was being talked down from this, especially not by her, and as entertaining as it was to watch him make an a** out of himself in public, they had business to attend to, and also he was starting to look like he was threatening suicide. "Oh for ******** s--...close your eyes, fluffy, I don't want you to see this." she muttered, stalking up to him, revolver drawn. She spun it on her finger, twirling it around and catching it by the barrel.
CRACK.
For the second time, Sempur Livora was knocked unconscious by one Pyruet Tropos. She'd swung the butt of the gun into the back of his head, dropping him in one clean, fluid motion. She stooped next to him, and pulled his limp body over her shoulders, and stood up, grunting loudly as she did. "I'm getting too old for this s**t." She wasn't even energetic in her head, even that sentence had been mentally grumbled in the most lethargic tone. "Go." was all she said to the gathering audience as she made her way towards the green glow. "Nothing to see."
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:52 pm
At the flash of the knife Minist's eyes grew wider. Was he really going to attack someone? She wouldn't doubt it, due to her last encounter with the blueblood. Oh. . . What. . . What was he doing? She covered her mouth as he eyes grew even wider in disgust. He was slicing himself up. What was wrong with him?! She was actually worried for her safety right now. If he was doing this to himself what would he do to someone else? Feeling highly uncomfortable she thought about moving from her current position. Away from Talymn. Sempur's focus seemed to be more on the highblood than on herself and she would rather keep it that way. Before she could thoroughly get over her disgust and actual move away there was the greenblo. . . Oh wow, she just took him out! Minist's mind actually froze a few seconds as he hand fell away and her jaw dropped. This chick was badass!
STanding up straight she held her hands up excitedly and opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the order to leave. She lowered her hand and her face slowly changed into a pout. She didn't like being told to shove off, not after watching something like that! Sure, she was making half a plan to leave to avoid any stabbings, but now that danger had been taken care of. She wanted to see what she planned to do with him now and maybe whoever it was he had been screaming about. Without moving from her spot she crossed her arms. "Nothing to see? Maybe I was here to look at the waterfall. Ever think of that? I think I'll stay put for now. I'm not harming anyone by just standing around. Not like him." She gave a slight nod towards Sempur's unconscious body.
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