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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 8:02 pm
I open the bag to inspect it to make sure everything is in there as I sling it over my shoulder. I try to track down the new presence in the room. I shoulda went full anthro for this... Jasmine the fox is probably better at fighting then Jasmine the mimi... I adopt a fighting stance in case anything jumps out to attack me.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 9:01 pm
Shi'ita:
"Oh..." Tellat says.
She slouches a bit, as if trying to look smaller.
Jasmine:
As you open up the bag, you notice that one of the beakers is missing. Before you can sling it over your shoulder, something sharp and cold presses itself against the back of your neck.
"I really don't like people stealing from me," a familiar male voice says. "I also don't like letting mistakes go uncorrected. And guess what you are, Jasmine Summers? A mistake. A mistake I intend to correct immediately. Any last words?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 9:11 pm
I smile, almost as much out of a fatalist sense of pride as it is out of a desire to fall with a smile rather then a look of fear.
"I wouldn't be so sure if mistake is the right word; we did manage to break out of you holding cell. If anything, we turned out more perfect then you could ever imagine!" I say. Seeing as the path in front of me was clear, I dash to distance myself front my assailent in the shadows and turn around while I give out my last words... or hopefully, the last compliment this man dreamed of hearing.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 11:00 pm
"Too much fun? No, I only have as much fun as needed, and seeing as how you don't have fun I have to do twice the job!" I say cheerfully.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 4:24 pm
"It might help some if one of you, especially, didn't intentionally turn my comments about whips as toys into some lascivious joke like I plan to fornicate with Chee-Des. Or tease me about 'raining death from the sky'. As is, I cannot fly and shoot at the same time. As for whips, I used to make them, and then turn them into tree swings. Nothing voluptuous about that." Oh yes, he had a good diction, and thesauri. HOWever, he was still very much a child considering he felt whips were as fun as a tree swing. And crossbows compared to a game of tag. They may be weapons to others, but he used them in games. Child games. His mindset was almost like a bipolar child, with the knowledge of an adult vocabulary he could utilize if he needed to, and creative enough he could be quite expressive with what he meant when he did.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 5:54 pm
Jasmine:
"Oh, tsk, tsk," he says. "I expected better."
He lunges at you. As he does so, you see that this is, in fact, The Professor. He is wielding a cane sword, suggesting that this is why he always had a cane when you saw him. He has one of the beakers of the serum in his left hand. The other is still in the bag.
Shi'ita:
"What...what...what does that mean...?" Tellat asks.
Your vocabulary seems to have confused her immensely.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 6:38 pm
I attempt to dodge out of the way, towards the outside of his thrust if at all possible and try to grab his arm, making sure to dig in with my claw like nails.
"Y'know, girls don't tend to find stalkers all that attractive, I might have stayed if you treated me a little better!" I say playfully.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 8:00 pm
Laci politely declines the wine, "No thank you, I don't much care for alcohol." When Jasmine leaves, Laci follows her slowly, trying to keep a distance so Jasmine doesn't get angry with her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 8:06 pm
Jasmine:
The Professor holds still for several seconds, during which he begins to bleed because of your claws. He holds the beaker up to his eye level casually.
"You know, this is such a potent formula..." he says. "Too bad it shall go to waste."
He smirks, almost as though he was considering some suicidal attack.
Laci:
When you catch up to Jasmine, you see her engaged in combat with The Professor. She is gripping his sword arm tightly, while he is looking at a beaker of the serum in his left hand. He has a smirk on his face that almost makes you think he's planning some kind of suicidal action.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 8:20 pm
Laci looks between the two of them. She yelps the first thing that comes to her mind, "Don't kill him! Just disable him!" She pulls out one of her knives, preparing to throw it into his up thigh.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 8:27 pm
"Got it!" I say to Laci as I try to throw the Professor to the ground from my arm grapple. I let out a vulpine growl as I do so, and decide to do a sharp stamp kick to the side of his knee for good measure.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 8:44 pm
"Jasmine seemed to find amusement turning my own interest in using whips as toys into a joke of a sexual nature." Shi'ita said, "when there is nothing sexual about turning a whip into a rope for a tree swing. Saying that, I suppose can be taken as sexual if not elaborated, but she made sure it was used in a sexual reference." Shi'ita pauses, "That's what I meant. And it's not the first time either, one of your friends teased me in such a nature...and i don't particularly like being taunted in such a way."
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 9:30 pm
Laci:
You get a good aim.
Jasmine:
You have no problem throwing him to the ground. He manages to keep his arm high enough that the beaker is still intact. You do okay hurting him, but not well enough; if you give him a few minutes, he'll be walking just fine.
Shi'ita:
"Oh..." Tellat replies.
She tries to make herself look small again.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 9:43 pm
Shi'ita couldn't help but wish slightly he hadn't said it like that as he once again saw Tellat shrink at his words. "Next time, I'll just keep my mouth shut...." he said, before once again, putting himself into a corner. He did not like seeing Tellat like that, somewhat like he did not like to think of Desta being hurt. So he was doing what he knew: putting himself in a 'time-out'.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 9:49 pm
He dropped, that's all I wanted... taking out the leg would have been nice though.
"Drop the beaker and the sword and I'll spare your miserable life!" I growl out, trying to torque his arm a little to apply a little pain with my word to drive it home. Shreding his arm up with my claws was perfectly fine though, he didn't need his arms to answer questions.
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