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 Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 1:54 pm
The first thing Derrin noticed was the rain had stopped. "Ohhh Your done now...." He said skidding to a stop and flipping open his tome. Reading off the page he put his hand out as a fireball shot out from above his head. "Fire!" He shouted for effect as it blasted out... though the fireball wasn't aimed at him... it was aimed at the lamppost the man had unconsciously stepped under to avoid the rain. Connecting with the post the fire ball bent it and caused the head of it to fall off crashing towards the man
Following it up he stepped to the side just in case the man tried to fire while he was readying his next spell. targeting in the direction he figured the man would dodge Derrin turned his page as a second ball of flames rocketed out too fast for the man to recover from the second attack even if he had somehow dodged the first one.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 3:02 pm
"Not in his own mind? That's impossible, he's only streaking and having fun." Rad looked off to the side, and then the other side. "I don't have a home, if you couldn't tell by looking at me." Rad had the looks on her side. Not a scar or blemish on her face, although she was in her late 20s, it didn't look that way due to her height. She only stood about 4'10", and had no noticeable chest definition. She was wearing a dress and pantyhose, which made her look like a cute little grade school girl. She's been through much torture and has lost nerves in places, so parts of her body are mutilated, just not noticeable. Nothing malformed was showing. If you could name a torture device, she could tell you how it works, and how much it hurts. The Spider hurt the most.
She was concealing a lead pipe behind her torso, with a faucet on the end. From the front, it looked like she was just holding her hands behind her. "I coulda done that... I woulda done that, too. Mind if I smack him some?" she asked.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 3:23 pm
Isadora frowned at the woman's response. Maybe she didn't see the whole scene of what that man did. Isadora held a firm grip upon the rope as the man was talking gibberish and struggled to get free.
"A sane person wouldn't speak nonsense and tried to streak naked in the city." Isadora replied.
When she heard the woman replied about now having a home, Isadora looked at the woman. The woman did look sane to her... But why wasn't the woman wearing any shoes? Could it be that the fire was eating her house? That would explain why she didn't have a home now. The paladin wondered did Ghis and Vaida called in the fire force to put out the fire.
Hearing the woman replied of how she did to the man and asked to smack him, Isadora answered while grabbing the reins. "No, thank you. Like I said before, it's been under control. Besides, if I smack him more, he won't be able to go the health clinic. If your home is destroyed, I suggest going to the church for shelter."
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 3:58 pm
Jisen Meizuki Aran34 (Heath wins for awesome Family Guy reference ((Excuse me, but I was the first to use the Family Guy reference. D: Reason why I didn't use his name is because I want someone to guess it. D<)) (Oh sorry, my bad : P Then that means you win!)
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:59 pm
The self-proclaimed prophet was occupied with wiping the filth off of his shoulders, but somehow his torch had been fortunate to avoid the muck and stay ablaze. Like an unstoppable landslide he continued his way down the streets in search of more flammable objects, flinging muck off onto the streets, not stopping for even Leon.
He ran on his own two feet and attempted to avoid the knight's Killer Lance. He did, however, attempt to set the horse's caparison on fire. If the horse was wearing one.
The horseback rider who was galloping the streets still couldn't catch his phantom. He roared past Leon and the self-proclaimed prophet, his own lance stabbing at the air. The rider halted momentarily in an intersection as though he'd lost sight of his target and he turned, the horse rearing and whickering as it punched at the air, rotating to face another street. The rider then proceeded to stampede down that street.
The mother and child were extremely grateful for Aran's assistance. The woman desperately attempted to communicate her gratitude to the soldier, but all she managed was a sputter and a sob before wrapping protectively around the child. Neighbors gathered about to offer support while others hung back indecisively.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 6:06 pm
Shinon couldn't find anyone who wasn't free from duty to talk to so he walked out of the castle and into the town. He wandered the streets looking for a sane person to talk to. Shinon wandered past several insane townsfolk babbling to themselves. Shinon spit on the ground with disgust and continued on his way towards town square.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 6:40 pm
Hop, skip, jump! Tap tap tap went those synchronized footfalls as the twins continued their happy little waltz down the alleyway, mindless to the dangers around them.
The delusional ones that normally hunted their prey in the dark of night were nothing for them to fear- mother was with them. Mother would protect them- her, and all the powers she had obtained from that fateful deal she made. Mother had all the power they needed to make it through entire wars, let alone this little trying time. Why, it was probably because of her that they could hear their voices better! They had prayed ever so long that she would let them better hear the little whispers that tickled at their ears whenever they did something positively sinister.
Their hands were locked together again, fingers intertwined as they rhythmically continued their little chorus of metal against the ground beneath them.
Click, click, click.
So lighthearted were they in their search for future collectibles- their dear mum did love the features they collected, after all. With each rise of their legs and each hop into the air, their brilliant violet and red coats seemed to try to fly, stopped only by the ties around their necks. With their eyes looking about them in every direction but up, perhaps it was inevitable that fate would come at them from their one blind spot- the spot that the hoods would block from view.
"Aaaaaah!"
Twin screams as they felt the sudden impact. Both let go of each others' hands and instinctively fell forward, attempting to thwart the heavy presence that grabbed them behind their backs. Whatever it was, it had avoided hitting their skin, just grabbing onto the cloth- a deadly mistake, if it was an ordinary person. No one could bend down when both of them threw themselves to the ground and expect to remain standing! Feeling the hand-like presence still in their backs, the twins looked to each other for a moment, Abigail still holding the basket tight as Wesley drew out the switchblade from his belt...
They didn't expect to suddenly leave the ground.
Looking about them, they both let out sharp, stunned cries- this thing that had them was a giant bird! Tan feathers, large wings, and scaled talons that grabbed with strength unparalleled in their cloaks! Whether it was sheer luck that the talons did not strike their skin or an intentional miss, neither of them was particularly anxious to find out.
Abigail held the basket close, wrapping one of the blankets around the basket rather than keeping it inside. Her fearful mewls were pathetic and full of confusion- she held onto Mother with as much strength as she could muster, feeling her brother hold her arm consolingly with one hand as he bit his lip. He, too, didn't understand, but he had to be strong for his sister!
"Sister, sister, we're going to be all right! Calm yourself, this thing will drop us soon!" Looking up, Wesley held that switchblade tight in his nimble fingers, his green eyes blazing with a sick sense of glee. He'd been confused, yes, but what an opportunity! To see their prey below them, skittering like ants in the grand scheme of this city! Prime for the picking. If only they could get down!
He flashed her a smile, and didn't miss the one she flashed back- hesitant, but eager.
"Sir! Sir Bird! Please, let us down. We live over yonder! Please, good sir, let us go! I'm scared!" Abigail's reedy, pathetic wails were choked with feigned sobs, and she clutched that little basket tighter against herself as she grabbed for one of the little muffins that lay inside. If he didn't let them go, he'd have to deal with a little surprise hidden inside the pastry. It would surely kill him slow enough for them to make a somewhat safe landing! Paralysis was a wonderful thing, but why resort to such drastic measures when they could get the bird to do their bidding?
They pointed together now towards a single building, just near the town square. Yes, the little green-haired druid would do nicely. What a nicely colored mane to bring to Mother as a birthday present!
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 6:46 pm
Shinon arrived at the town square. He sighed and sat down on a bench. "Is there a non-busy sane person here?" Shinon asked to no one in particular just trying to get some sane person's attention. "Ugh, miserable insane people." Shinon muttered as an insane man ran towards him. He sidestepped and tripped him. Then man fell and skidded a couple feet, then laid still. "Hmph..."
"Who let them out of the asylum?" Shinon spat on the ground again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 6:54 pm
It looked like Leon's opponent wasn't familiar was jousting. You weren't supposed to get off the horse for one thing, and you weren't supposed to use fire either. Luckily with his own instincts, Anri managed to evade the flaming object aimed at him. He knew the fear of torches well, for he'd seen many an unfortunate soldier meet their ends at the tip of a feiry stick.
The knight would have given the other pursuit, but behind him, there was one of his subordinates. Aran. He recognized the man from when his papers were first processed to become a Watch Constable, and later on, the two even sparred, unmounted in Leon's case of course so they could both get better using lances.
"Aran!" Leon called out, Anri making his way towards the lancer in a slow trot now that the action had slightly died down. "Give me a r'port, will ya? How's yer sit'ation, an' where are all th' others yer rank we deployed?! Dun' tell me Watchmen are fallin' under this plague too!"
He would have said more, had he not noticed the woman and her child, sobbing in relief that they were alive. How could he have missed them? If not for his subordinate, they would have had their lives cut short. There had to be a way to make it up to civilians he did not protect...
"... Aran. Le's get 'em to one o' th' safehouses, und'rstand? They can't defend themselves for sure. We gotta do this for as many o' th' unarmed as we can. 'S our number one priority. Th' others'r somewhere, an' they know their orders. Le's move!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 7:16 pm
Aran was busy trying to calm down the rescued family, but just let it be instead. Other sane townsfolk, neighbours it would seem, also came to join.
"Aran!" He had heard Leon's voice in the background, and turned around to see him trotting towards him with his steed Anri.
"Give me a r'port will ya? How's yer sit'ation, am' where are all th' others yer rank we deplyed?! Dun' tell me Watchmen are fallin' under this plague too!
"Im afraid I don't know much about the situation, I remember being told about some mob or horde, and left soon after. Almost everyone seems to be going crazy with something, and a fire has broken out, but you probably noticed that." He paused "As for the others, probably out trying to contain anyone else. More bad news is that some of the criminals have broken out!"
He listened to Leon, and had agreed no doubt. He nodded towards him, and turned around to tell the Citizens to follow the two. "We have to get you all to a safehouse, if you'd please follow me and Lieutenant Leon. Everything is going to be all right." He started walking with Leon to the nearest safehouse, which hopefully wasn't too far away.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 7:49 pm
"I notic'd it all. But we've been through worse, I know it... we fac'd a God o' Chaos b'fore! This's nothin'. Nothin' 'gainst the determ'nation o' Eyris!" Although Leon spoke the words to everyone, he mainly directed them towards Aran, whom was one of the rare ones not cracking under the situation. There was not despair in the lancer's voice, and that was a good thing, it meant that it would be easier to keep both their morale from dropping.
Already, the Sages amonst the Watch, in their few numbers were casting ices spells to quell the flames. Thank the Divine Hero for fast messengers and the obvious signs of smoke.
The civilians, though frightened were getting to trust the two men in armor. They were the first ones the group seen who weren't using weapons to bring harm upon the city, so they had to be here for a good cause. The mention of the word 'safehouse' was also good.
"This way." Leon said, pointing the Killer Lance he was still readily armed with towards the east. "It be down five buildin's or so. Dun' worry. I'll run through 'nyone who tries t' harm us." He spoke to the civilians calmly, before addressing his subordinate once again. "Aran, cover th' rear o' us. I'm spearheadin' us all the way there. Th' city's a battleground, we gotta take basic formations now."
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 8:02 pm
After a while of wondering around, Leon and Aran were found. Kersigor was filled with glee. He walked up behind them, and said, "'Scuse me... You dropped something."
Isadora said some unpleasant things. "Well, if that's the case..." Rad said, and turned around. "Pleasure doing business with you." Her faucet spun open, and water gurgled out of it. The water got Isadora's hair all wet, not hurtful, but annoying. Rad walked away as if she was never there.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 8:28 pm
"Go, 's th' next house over." Leon whispered to the civilians he was escorting, watching them with his peripheral vision. When they knocked on the door and were let inside, that is when the Lieutenant gripped his Killer Lance and pointed it forward at Kersigor. "Tha's funny, lad. I dun' 'member droppin' 'nythin'. Tha's th' oldest trick in th' book, y'know. Get a Watchman off 'is horse, make 'im reach down to th' ground, and then..."
Leon made a motion with his lance, slicing downward at air. "Ya go an' chop 'im in th' back. Despic'ble, really."
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 9:19 pm
The patterns of speech puzzled Kersigor. He didn't think too much on it, and said, "Well, if yer not gonna claim it, I am." He reached down, kneeling, and picked up nothing. He stood back up, and put exactly nothing in his pocket. "Let me know if ya got any other valuables you're likely to drop, man."
As for Aran, Kersigor found that he too, had dropped something. "Hey, can I have that?" he said, pointing to the ground.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 10:10 pm
"Elly... nice to find another individual from Magvel." Tristai nodded her head to the young woman, before starting suddenly as another building was set aflame.
"...On second thoughts, I'm not sure if staying inside is helping anyone much either. I honestly don't know what to tell you, because I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do here either." She shook her head, the loose locks of her pink hair moving in accordance.
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