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bipolar bee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 9
Total: 15 (2-20)
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 Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 9:22 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 10:06 am
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Soren tried not to stiffen at the soldiers words. A human doing them proud was a laughable idea, or perhaps disgusting. Good prey perhaps. Or perhaps she merely meant the pride that one might have in a particularly useful minipet. He would assume that and nodded, curious to see the creature that had earned such praise. The priestess beside him was also grudgingly giving her praise, and his red eyes flicked down to the arena before a voice interrupted him.
The tone set him on edge as he turned to regard the famine horsewoman. Seated next to a student he noted: bringing a pet to watch the animals. It was a good reward for them, to show them how the horsemen could entertain, and he nodded to her at her apology. His eyes flicked over to the other priestess, whom he had indeed met before. Before he could greet her or acknowledge her in any way there was a hand on his shoulder, causing him to whip his head around, tension growing as he saw that it was not the darkened hand of the priestess beside him but one that he did not recognize. The stallion that greeted him seemed to be friendly enough, and he left the hand be for now. Invitations to move? He looked toward the other seats before yet another voice caught his attention.
Ah, the priestess from before that he had captured minipets for. "That's fortunate priestess." So she still cared for the sealed evils, which truly did have a soft pelt. Perhaps when she skinned them he would be able to re-line his arm guards. He did note that she seemed to be having a difficulty seeing as well, which would indeed be a reason to move. But the priestess at his side was directing their attention back to the match at hand. Hunter versus hunter. This might actually be a good sport if she fought as good as they said she did.
Instead of moving he slouched down in his seat, rather uncomfortable and guessing that he would be sore if he stayed in that position for any length of time. Not exactly the thoughts a man of his age should be having. "Does this help?" As he said it he caught sight of the female's movement.striking a fearsome blow to the male. So she had taken to earnest that she might in her freedom. He only hoped that Medea was referring to the sweet release of Death as freedom.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 12:18 pm
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Shaheen's attention shifted down towards the small student that addressed her question, eyes boring through her as she took the time to measure her up. She didn't look like much. Small, thin, almost frail looking, really. But Shaheen knew that surprising things could come out of small packages, so instead of ignoring the girl completely, she offered her a cocky smirk. "She won't fall. Not yet." She shifted her attention back out towards the arena. "She is a warrior, and will continue to fight. Will find it in herself to continue on even when things seem completely hopeless."
At the introduction, she nodded, "I am Shaheen." Her gaze flickered towards Shik, who had also just spoken to her, taking in the feral grin, finding herself, as usual, wanting to do something to wipe the smile off of his face.
Causing Shik misery was like some kind of horrible addiction, apparently.
She chose not to grace his little jab at her late arrival with a response, instead choosing to split her attention between the student and hunter in the arena. She did find it a little odd that a student was introducing her to a horsewoman of famine, as though they knew each other on such a personal level that it was normal to do so. She greeted the woman with a nod as well, "Eiseth. It is nice to meet you." She didn't really sound like it was nice, however. Shaheen rarely sounded happy about anything.
A small commotion over seating when a tall horseman arrived, presumably from death, had Shaheen mentally eye rolling. Really, it was a little ridiculous, and she tried to tune out any petty squabbling that might arise, sitting up straighter in her own seat, not giving a damn if she blocked the view of those behind her.
And then the entertainment began to get more interesting, and it was much easier to ignore the other chatter as she focused on what was happening on the coliseum floor.
Ol-j-man Idec, we will make this work somehow.
All You Others Again, feel free to prod me for interaction with Shaheen.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 1:24 pm
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SPECTATOR
Kiwi nodded politely to the Death clansman, leaning back on his perch to watch the current battle. The human ghoul was now facing down against another Hunter. He was curious how they would hold against one of their own, how long those precious shields would last. In fact, she seemed to stumble around the field, still caught in the acid's effects. He grimaced. This wouldn't do at all. She was essentially fighting blind, and could easily miss as greatly as land a blow. Time to even the playing field. He stood, calling out across the open arena: "OY! HANDICAP THE HUMAN BOIL! BLIND HIM FOR A BIT!!!"
Kiwi sat down, turning to Heidla and Eisheth with a grin while his gaze half-flitted about the seats in search of a nice projectile."Now's a good time for a bet, don't you think??"His eyes lit as he hefted a round pebble in his hands, sizing it carefully before chucking it hard towards the male Hunter. He could at least make do til a decision was made.
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xoxomenai rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 2:52 pm
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xoxomenai SPECTATOR
Kiwi nodded politely to the Death clansman, leaning back on his perch to watch the current battle. The human ghoul was now facing down against another Hunter. He was curious how they would hold against one of their own, how long those precious shields would last. In fact, she seemed to stumble around the field, still caught in the acid's effects. He grimaced. This wouldn't do at all. She was essentially fighting blind, and could easily miss as greatly as land a blow. Time to even the playing field. He stood, calling out across the open arena: "OY! HANDICAP THE HUMAN BOIL! BLIND HIM FOR A BIT!!!"
Kiwi sat down, turning to Heidla and Eisheth with a grin while his gaze half-flitted about the seats in search of a nice projectile."Now's a good time for a bet, don't you think??"His eyes lit as he hefted a round pebble in his hands, sizing it carefully before chucking it hard towards the male Hunter. He could at least make do til a decision was made.
[OOC: Derp, quoting for dice roll >.>] |
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santime rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 4:16 pm
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Now that was interesting: the female hunter moves, as she attacked her male colleague without any hesitation, were twisted and suddenly a bit clumsy. Was she still under hallucination effect? That can explain the lack of doubts: even a human would feel something attacking a comrade, concluded the alchemist. Let's test it out, she decided, and threw a small rock aiming at a newcomer.
"Nice to meet you, Shaheen", Eisheth's was voice wasn't nice at all, as well, but horsemen should be quite used to a neutral/passive/aggressive voice which was just a common manner, not a sign of real aggression. After all, their clans hadn't communicated for ages before the destruction of the isles. The War clanswoman seemed to cast a strange glance at Shikoba, or was it just her imagination? "Are you Shik's friend... or relative?", she asked in terms of basic courtesy. Socialite dialogues weren't her best skill.
Her hand was absentmindedly caressing Mei's hair, while the ghoul was leaning towards her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 5:01 pm
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SPECTATOR
"Everyone has their limits." The chieftain agreed with the student, "I just do not believe she has reached her's quite yet." Indeed, as Shaheen watched, she could see a new sense of vigor in the hunter yet, as loathe as she was to witness it. She may have been messed around by her last opponent, but she was still standing, and she still looked strong.
"Yes, I am from war." She turned her attention back to the young girl, and in turn back to Eiseth as well, her gaze flickering to Shik again, and back to the woman of famine, her lips curling up into the cocky smirk that they were most accustomed to.
"Neither." She said, her eyes narrowing, her tone indicating that she did not wish to discuss it further then that. But then again....
"Actually, why don't you ask Shik what we are too each other. I'm sure he could explain it better then me. He's really quite eloquent, once you get to know him." She hoped she said that loud enough for him to hear, as she shot him one more smug glance and then turned her attention back to the hunters, watching the rocks that struck the male hunter, shaking her head to herself and tsking. She with held from joining in with the throwing. The hunters deserved much worse then a few pebbles glancing off of them.
Ol-j-man double quote! I'd say I'm sorry buuuuut...8D
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Ravvlet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 9:48 pm
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Wash had been barely awake when the horsemen came for him - unprotesting, as they dragged him from his cell. The journey was broken up into small bits of cognizance; flashes of blackness here and there pitting it. He blinked. Something was around his ankles, and he stood in a pit of sand. Faces jeered at him, but they blended together, far away and less important.
He blinked harder. Tears streamed down his face and cleared his vision. He felt strange, his mind sluggish. He remembered the dream- odd, wrong. That wasn't what had happened. That wasn't who he was. He remembered Amphi- her smiles, her laughter. He had helped Jerry fight off the demons in the school house. He had sang in front of everyone and very nearly embarrassed himself. He had been there, countless times, somewhere in the ranks, defending. Trying to help. It was who he was- wasn't it? Was it nature, or nurture?
Would Daniel suffer that fate? Would he become hardened, afraid, without someone to guide him?
A voice floated over the arena, and his thoughts once again slowed to a trickle. Two hunters? But... Wash glanced up, and gasped. No. No, that couldn't be right.
A delicate figure staggered toward him, covered in some sort of strange orange liquid; eyes wild, pupils dilated. Sasha. She looked crazed, like a wounded animal, but her body bore no visible damage. Was she alright? The next words uttered by the horsewoman froze his blood. Freedom. He looked into the glazed eyes of the other hunter again, uncertain. Could he hurt her? Did he value his life so much?
No, no. He turned toward the voice, shouting, "You can't expect us to do this. Just let her go. You're gonna have your way with me anywa-"
His plea turned into a grunt of surprise as something connected with his back. His coat made a vicious tearing sound, and he could feel blood from the cuts dribbling down his spine, his FEAR shield absorbing the brunt of the blow.
He twisted, painfully, to face this new threat. His eyes widened in surprise. "Sasha? Sasha, I-"
Wash flinched as a large rock glanced off his shoulder. Before he could react, another one hit him in the leg, and he staggered. Sasha was on her knees in the sand, having come within his reach to make her attack.
Wash, Wash! I'm here!
He ignored Sally, and instead stood slowly.
You can summon me. Please, let me help. He could feel her fear, echoing his own.
He shook his head in response. He couldn't do it. Couldn't break the girl before him, couldn't harm her. Memories came slowly - her singing as she fought, she and Jerry together, smiling. So unlike the young woman before him. Something was wrong with Sasha- she looked terrified. What had they done to her? He stepped forward, movement impared by the shackles at his ankles, almost reaching out for her- but he stopped.
No, Wash couldn't hold her hand this time, make it better. One of them had to get out of here. It was only practical, sensible. Someone had to go tell the others, to save the ones they'd left behind in the cells. And why not Sasha? She had loved ones, waiting for her at Deus. Wash cared for Jerry, loved him as a friend even, although they hardly knew each other. But the man knew that of the two of them, Jerry'd miss her the most. It was...better this way, right? Maybe she'd be lucky. Maybe they'd done something to her, so she wouldn't remember.
He hoped so.
Wash closed his eyes and bowed his head, but one voice wouldn't go away.
Wash. Let me help.
But - And then he understood. The rocks, the spectators - he didn't know how badly Sasha was hurt. What if she defeated him, only to succumb to her wounds? He summoned his weapon, and it came to his call, a gleaming shield settling on his arm. He let out a breath he didn't even know he'd been holding. It felt good, right to have her on his arm again.
It was easy, now that she was on her knees. He held Sally out over her like some sort of strange umbrella, blocking her from the view of the jeering crowds. He glared at them defiantly, and under his breath whispered to the girl at his feet.
"Go home, Sasha. Do this, and you can go home."
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bipolar bee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 9:27 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 12:07 pm
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SPECTATOR
Well, Shik appeared to be in a splendid mood as usual, though if her smirk could have gotten any more smug at that point, it would have. It was much more enjoyable to harrass him when she knew she could get a proper rise out of him.
The little girls comment had her smile faltering at the edges, however, and she leveled a look down at her, one eyebrow rising. "I am sure I have no idea what you mean." Her voice held a dangerous edge to it, a warning to her to know her place. As accepting of the students as Shaheen tried to be, she would not sit back and let this one make assumptions of her.
No matter how true those assumptions might be. Damned clever girl with her cheeky observation.
She turned her attention back to the hunters in the arena, her upper lip curling back from her teeth as she watched the action unfold. It was not nearly as entertaining as she hoped.
Shaheen leaned down to pick up a rock. If things weren't going to get interesting, then she would make it so for herself.
She flung the rock, which was actually not that big, at the back of Shikoba's head.
Ol-j-man never not harassing Shik.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 12:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 2:07 pm
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