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Owle Isohos rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:51 pm
"I won't," Owle promised softly. She wouldn't hurt Sey, that's why she had put her to sleep in the first place, so she wouldn't have to. With one hand, Owle reached in and lightly grasped Sey's shoulder, shaking her lightly. "Miss Sey, Miss Sey. Wake up, Miss Sey."
Her snakes, however, stayed within Sey's mind, attempting to keep the white mage asleep.
Flare? A little help?
((Roll was for Miss Sey to try and wake up.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:53 pm
Stryphe's hair whipped about in the air wildly as the magicked wind blew past him and towards James. Things might be about to escalate.
He took a few steps forward, blocking the space between James and the wind mage. James could do what he wanted- it almost seemed like this was more of a random personal dispute between just James and the mage, rather than some sort of organized attack against the entire group. Stryphe would almost believe this, if he didn't know that both Owle and the mage hadn't spoken a single word about their hidden comrade. He really didn't know exactly what to think at the moment- he wanted to avoid this kind of battle. Owle was a friend, and friends of Owles should be friends, too...
So what the hell was going on?
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:57 pm
James dropped to the ground as he saw the wind kick up, blowing dust and debris across the ground. In a strong wind, staying prone would keep him from being knocked around, and... incidentally... made a much more stable base for him to fire his rifle from. In two seconds he pulled out the struts on the underside of the barrel and set the weapon down, still pointed directly at Truewind... any more hostile action at all, and... bam.
Stryphe jumped between them, though from his position on the ground, James could still see True perfectly from between Stryphe's legs, and had a clear shot.
An anti-tank rifle could really leave a mark on an unprotected mage, eh?
"I really only have one thing to say, my well-read chum... stand down, or don't stand at all."
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Typo Gueen rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:58 pm
What was going on was that Flare responded to Owle's request for help by launching the fire she had been gathering all on her long way here...which meant the flames were many, and hot. She focused the brunt of it on Allen, but it would probably balloon out to about fifteen feet more. This was the most powerful fire she could produce...
Though she sensed the demonic energy, she didn't think it important just yet.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:58 pm
Owle Isohos ((Roll was for Miss Sey to try and wake up.)) Owle Isohos rolled 1 20-sided dice: 20 Total: 20 (1-20)
Sey was pulled from her dreams with a gasp, her eyes blinking open rapidly as she sat up underneath the safety of Allen's wings. She stared at Owle with confusion in her eyes, and something else that had never been evident in Sey's eyes.
Suspicion.
"M... Miss Owle...? Did you...?" Sey couldn't help but creep closer towards Allen. What was going on...
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 4:01 pm
And, as the flames closed in around him, Allen closed his wings again. Yes, trapping Owle with the wings. The flames were intense, and Allen wasn't quite sure if he'd be able to handle it, but at least Sey, within the cocoon, would be safe.
Already, the scales were starting to scorch.
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Owle Isohos rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 4:03 pm
Owle knew the fireball was coming, long before it got there. Flare had warned her. With a frightened squeak, Owle turned into a sparrow and dove into the nearest protection she could find: the opening of Allen's wings.
Once there, she nestled against the priestess, chirping frantically. Her snakes, now that Sey was awake, now retreated from the healer's mind.
((Ignore the roll))
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 4:03 pm
The gunfire had caused Alber to jump, beginning to back away from Owle and figure out what was going on. It was then that he noticed fire shooting through the sky. His instincts won, him running away. He felt the fires catch at his clothes, which caused him to stop, drop, and roll to put out his coat.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 4:04 pm
Stop drop and roll, kids.
We're done for today.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 4:05 pm
Fire. That's all he needed to know. Fire was bad.
With a burst the burst of energy he had stored up he dug his two stablizers into the ground. This didn't last long though, almoust imeditly he used them to vault him forward.
He rolled forward after hitting the ground, but at least he was safe.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 4:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 4:07 pm
Rolling his eyes, True shook his head. The casings of the bullet James had fired fell from the book's face to the ground, and the substance of the book warped and refirmed itself, undamaged.
"Thanks for the compliment." He spat, ignoring the blast of hellfire erupting before him. "You two make quite a cute couple like that, you know."
He called a different barrier up this time, a crackling, whirling shield of lightning. "Just some insurance. I don't want to hurt you, really. I was wondering why you put those devices near Miss Sey. I assume they aren't explosives?"
((EDIT: I was posting... crying ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 12:03 pm
((First part is simply establishment of character no need to read))
Sam wove in and out of the streets on her way through Carter City, thankfully, it hadn't taken long to stock up on what she needed, what with having a small army's firearms at her disposal. Only once had she gotten lost, thanks to that little old lady who had thought the redheaded woman in dark red leather body armor looked like War from Armegeddon. IT's not like her bike was red, in fact it was a pretty shade of silver and black..but whatever...on with the narration.
Whatever the case, she was late. She didn't even get to see her team take down the first bot. She was just looking for someone familiar, whether it be Sey...the ever perky trouble magnet or the elusive James Black who was still on her mind. What she saw however was pure chaos when she finally did find her party.
JB was aiming a very large gun at a man who was flaoting in the air.
There was a man with a sword looking a little lost and crazed..Alber?
The man with black wings? Who was huddled over something/someone while getting torched with fire.
There was a strange woman throwing said flames.
And there's the guy with mechanical stablilizers comming out of his back. XD Or so I'm told.
Now actual action
Sam's bike screeched to a halt as she took in the scene...the little white mage was nowhere to be found, and that made for an unhappy Sam.
"Damned white mage...."
She pulled the 1911 from her backside and quickly glanced at everything. There was just a moment, she was considering shooting JB but she had more important things...like finding Sey. So...JB was taking out the mage....time to deal with the fire. She lifted the gun and took aim at Flare, the closest of the obvious threats, Flare while yelling loudly to the others over the din as she sat atop her bike.
"Where the hell is the white mage?!"
BANG!
((Didn't know whether to roll or not for this...))
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 12:03 pm
Alber stood up after the blaze, taking in damage reports. Nothing terrible, just a ruined jacket. He looked in the air to see the source of the fire, realizing he alone could not get at it. Unless....
He began running around the fire. "ABEL!" he shouted, running towards him and pointing upwards with his sword.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 12:03 pm
(( Clarifications:
Stryphe goes poof... blown away by the wind. rolleyes xd
True, if you want to edit anything before we go, feel free. I know you were tired... and we talked to clarify things afterwards.
Everyone else...? Carry on? ))
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