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 Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:41 am
It was fortunate that Rage was busy charging at the giant paper monster instead of being anywhere near Vahn and Owle, because a completely different fight would have ensued with the completely wrong people at the completely wrong time for the completely wrong reasons.
As for right now, he was charging at the monster, doing that ridiculous hadouken / kamehameha motion again (something he never would do outside of the circumstances), starting to form a ball of fire in his hands. Burn that sucker to a crisp, he would.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:43 am
First Gareth's sword sliced through the 'Paper Golem's body. This didn't stop it, just tore up some of the paper that made it up.
Then, the exploding seal was sent its way, blowing up all of the body but the single fist. Shiro apparently didn't take any additional defensive precautions, and the fist alone was flying at him.
With the full force of a 300 MPH marhsmallow.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:47 am
As the Paper Golem whizzed past him, showing little sign of harm, Gareth could be heard to remark:
Gareth: "That was a waste of a bitchin' one-liner."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:50 am
Owle didn't push away. If anything, she seemed a little disappointed when he took his arm away.
She actually sidled closer to him...and then her broken wing bumped against his chest, the pain harshly reminding her of the reality of her situation. Which was, crazy people are looking for their marbles. And fighting each other over them.
Right in front of her face.
Owle had thoroughly exhausted herself against the blob monster...she just couldn't deal with it. She looked around for someplace safe to wait this battle out.
...luckily for her, one of these rich houses had a birdhouse hanging from a thick branch of a tree in their front yard.
"You're probably going to want to fight..."
She turned and leaned upwards, as if she would give him a quick peck on the cheek...then hesitated and pulled back.
"I'll...be in there."
She pointed towards the birdhouse. She wanted to kiss him, hug him, something...but right now, head muddled from her encounter with the blob, she couldn't think straight enough to sort out how much she should do. How should she react, in regards to Vahn...? To a man who might be taken three times over, but professed to love her and seemed to genuinely care when he wasn't gallivanting off...wherever he gallivanted to?
Owle couldn't for the life of her figure it out right now.
"So when you need me, just...take it down."
After whatever parting words/actions Vahn would make, the woman would walk over to the birdhouse, stick her hand inside of it, and shift into a sparrow.
She settled down inside the house, grateful no one else seemed to be occupying it.
((Will reply to anything Vahn does that needs replying to in the morning...sleep now.))
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:51 am
"Air resistance."
He pulled forth his kodachi and gave one swift slash, piercing the air. Suddenly, the air he slashed continued to the paper fist flying at him, causing a small burst of wind to at least slow down the paper.
"I'll make sure to recycle you quickly."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:55 am
"... boom!" Yelled Rage, releasing a basketball-sized ball of fire, that, unlike a usual fireball, seemed to twist and contort in the air. For someone who looked like he didn't know what he was doing, he sure had a lot of focus. His only aim was to burn up that stupid paper thing. It was annoying.
Maybe it had a shiny, too! Rage's ADD-addled brain (thanks to his marble) didn't really care.
((For reference, Rage just sent the thing flying from directly behind the paper monster. The flames will travel a good thirty feet or so before dissipating, so take that as you will... I'm just dead tired over here.))
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:57 am
(I'm 16 ours ahead of you guys, so you'll have to puppet me tommorow Kuroiten and Sieg, when he sees this.)
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:59 am
"Ah...."
Here and back again.
He could still feel the pain in his right bicep from when she'd stabbed him... and a soft smile was on his face. "Yea... someone's gonna have to look out for your brother."
He blinked, as she leaned up and in, that flush coming again, before nothing but air remained in the space between them.
"Y-Yea..."
He watched her go and felt his stomach twist into knots, before looking away. He couldn't bear to keep looking or else he'd crack and do something stupid.
Like run to her.
For now, there was this---- and this... This he was ******** good at.
And so he began making his way forward, following after Rage.
He was the Goddamned Vahn Lancer.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:01 am
Gareth saw some crazy bugger dancing around with his hands like a DragonBall character. He was about to shake his head in disdain...until an actual ball of flame sprung from his palms and rocketed...straight at...him?
Gareth: "SheeeeeIT!"
Gareth hit the deck as quickly as he knew how, barely avoiding a stylish new haircut and the horrible stench of burnt hair as the fireball rocketed on towards its target.
Gareth: "Warn me next time, you a*****e!"
Despite the fact that Gareth knew this wasn't a guy to piss off (I mean hell, he made fireballs out of thin air), his annoyance that he had almost been scorched outweighed his caution. Go figure.
((Got it, [tomosuke].))
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:03 am
The fist was merely slowed down, but the fireball that trailed after it burnt it to crisps. And in the very center, a small ball of glowing light.
Before anyone could do anything about it, however, the ball zipped into the air. Various debris that had gathered in the air--mostly saliva-filled cat hairs--began to form around the ball, again taking human shape. And oh, there was a lot of cat hair.
Once again there was a humanoid being, crashing to the ground in a crouch between the four Circle of Justice warriors.
It glanced up at them without eyes, as though to say, 'Bring it.'
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:06 am
Gareth pulls himself painfully upright...and behind him, he hears something rustling. Like a lot of hair. Having just seen something that resembled a paper man, he had a pretty good feeling he was not going to enjoy what was behind him...yep. A Hairball Golem. Livid with anger, he thrusts the tip of his sword at the hair homunculus before him.
Gareth: "I already chopped you up once, you hairy b*****d!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:12 am
"Varmints!" Yelled Rage again, remembering the cowboy from earlier.
Well, not remembering, really, just outright copying. Although he had no guns, he had some deadly fingers, running towards the other Circle of Justice warriors and snapping. The thing was, each time he did that, a spark was made... and that spark landed on the end of his finger, turning into a little ball of fire.
Fire bullets, if you will. Just like the cowboy before him, his aim sucked while he was running, but he kept firing at Gareth and the other guy.
((Sorry, forgot his name...))
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:15 am
"......"
Without further ado, Vahn would enter the fray via airmail.
And Rage was the delivery man.
While it seemed a bit.. odd to be facing off with with such.. a thing, what was odder was that they were all on the same 'side' supposedly.
But Vahn and Rage had never met them at the CoJ HQ, so how could they know? They were supposed to stop evil, and blowing up a paper man and forcing it to come back as a nasty hairball man was downright diabolical.
They would PAY.
But first thing's first.
Vahn would have broken into a dash, and as Rage started moving in and firing rapidly, Vahn would have continued running, building enough momentum to literally go up Rage's back and push off his left shoulder, spring boarding him up and into a tuck, as he readied his Fang with both hands.
The result would be a forward tucked roll, ending with his flamberge crashing downward in a smashing cleave atop the furry construct, flames and all.
The smell was really getting to him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:16 am
"Damn this thing."
Pulling out his rather large shuriken from his back with a diameter of 70 inches. It was amazing how he would be able to carry such a thing. This was Gaia... This time, he placed the strong around the four fingers of his right hand, excluding the thumb. On his left hand was his kodachi, not wanting to show the powers of his wakizashi.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:18 am
Gareth's drama was entirely ruined (or enhanced, your choice) by a stream of small flaming orbs whooshing past his outstretched sword and into the hairy thing in front of him. Gareth is awfully confused by this new turn of events...until he glances behind him to see the green-haired pyro guy running at him, snapping (literally) off shots of flame. Shiro had been wise enough to remove himself from the line of fire...Gareth figured he should probably follow suit.
Gareth: "This day is really beginning to ******** with my nerves..."
He ducks and dive-rolls to his left (Rage's right), hoping he's gotten himself out of harm's way...his blade is still out, just in case. Then Vahn flew into the air, and Gareth could only watch as the flamberge swung towards the presumably burn-pocked Cathair Golem...Gareth decided that he wouldn't be using his nose for a while.
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