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 Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:15 am
Skipping along merrily (which was odd for an early twenty-something guy carrying deadly looking swords and a golden toilet), Rage came to a slow stop with his teammates, setting his all-important toilet down to take a look at the paper monstrosity up ahead.
"Hmm..." he muttered, bringing his left hand out in front of him like a gun, imitating the cowboy from earlier. "Bang!" He shouted like a kid, recoiling his hand and laughing.
Was this really Rage talking, or the marble?
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:16 am
"Sorry I'm late!!!"
He kept yelling as soon as Kuroiten was in his sights. Shiro however, couldn't stop in time (Even though he wasn't wearing a dasher.), and ended up smacking into Kuroiten.
"Sorry! Sorry!"
Shiro then continued to look at Kuroiten, and found out he made a big mistake.
"You're not Mr. Sieg, right?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:16 am
Vahn Kyonuske "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. "Sear it...?" Owle echoed, not sounding too pleased at the thought. That was going to hurt, more than it did already. "Well...I guess..." She lifted her good wing up and out of his way...she had to reach one hand back to gently pull her broken wing away from the gash. She might as well have yanked it. It still hurt. She nodded to his question. "Yeah...I feel a few here..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:17 am
Gareth: "Er...that's exactly what it looks like..."
He feels a bit thrown off by her comment...but introductions put him back on familiar ground.
Gareth: "I'm Gareth Mordant. Nice meetin' you."
He nods to Vahn as well, not wanting him to feel left out...then someone bashed straight into him, catching him off guard. Luckily for Shiro, there was enough force in the collision that it knocked Gareth forward a few paces...the vicious hum of a blade sweeping just in front of his nose might freak him out a bit. On seeing who ran into him and hearing Sieg's name, he relaxes a bit.
Gareth: "I'm not Sieg, but I'm workin' with 'im. Name's Gareth Mordant."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:19 am
The paper ruffled all crazy like, sheets of paper flapping about all around the paper man. It's 'knees' bent as it prepared to charge, and then--
MOVEMENT!
The being flew low to the ground, perhaps propelled by a particularly focused wind, drawing back a paper fist and sending it at Shiro's chin. If the blow connected, it would be like getting punched by a giant marshmallow.
At 300 miles per hour.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:20 am
Sieg...? He's here?
His right eyebrow arched, even as he turned to look at Owle. "Just hold still." He wrapped his left arm about her waist for support while standing behind her, his right hand pressed gently against the patch of flesh that had been cut terribly in the fight.
He breathed in a bit, feeling a bit awkward as he held her, before shoving the thoughts down into a box somewhere in his head.
He had to fix her up, not start daydreaming.
So with that, the temperature of his hand would start rising, the heat building as his palm grew a dull black, as if something inside were roiling around, in the blood itself.
His already abnormaly high body temperature went up even more, as steam went up from where he touched her, cauterizing the gash and removing his hand once it was done.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:23 am
"Pleased to meet you," Owle returned the sentiment. "This is my brother Rage, and my, er...Vahn. This is Vahn."
She looked up as another man came running into the area. Huh...
Really, at this point, Owle was mostly curious about what she would have to serve the paper man if he every walked into the Firebrand. It had to be hard to consume liquids if you were made from paper. How did it eat?
And then she started wondering why it was punching someone, and feeling like maybe she should do something about that.
And then Vahn's arm wrapped around her waist, and the battle didn't seem to matter at the moment.
"Mm...kay."
She held her body as still as she could, resisting the urge to squirm at the pain.
She did cry out, but she bit down on it, trying not to worry him too much.
And then...it was over. She wasn't bleeding, and people were fighting.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:27 am
Gareth was about to continue the pleasantries with Owle...but suddenly he stopped upon hearing a rustling...his head turns to see a paper golem rushing at this new guy.
Gareth: "Kid! DUCK!"
After shouting that sage advice, Gareth takes a diagonal, top-to-bottom slash at the swiftly approaching paper being...and he couldn't resist a sarcastic comment:
Gareth: "Scissors beat paper, b*****d."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:27 am
"Are you okay? My name's Shiro."
He felt something approaching him. It was a paper golem, but Gareth took care of it... I think. Nevertheless, he tossed a shuriken with an exploding seal on it, heading towards the piece of paper.
"I want to see it go boom, then I'll recycle it."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:29 am
( So which post shall be exploded? )
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:30 am
Quote: I'd vote both, but their too hilarious.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:30 am
((Hmm...we could both modify our posts...you duck and take a shot at it with flaming death shuriken, perhaps?))
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:31 am
((Not to be a jerk, but... I don't think you can just assume the thing exploded. Even if it's an NPC monster, it still needs the chance to react... even if it is decided that it goes boom.))
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:33 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:37 am
"Um... yea..."
He lowered his right hand, sorta just...staring... at what was going on.... and blinked with his one good eye.
A bit more, and he realized he was still holding onto Owle, and a faint flush scrawled across his cheeks, before he coughed and loosened his arm, so she could push away from him or something like he expected her to.
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