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 Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 10:44 am
 Sedrick Rekt
The Drunken Cat
NobodySedricks Theme
As soon as the pipe cut, Sedrick felt a slight relief from the act but this was quickly snatched away by the bellowing steam that blasted from the open cut. Sedrick would press in the locking spring and let the presser of the steam push the cutter back, with it so did Sedrick. His hands would of been burnt rather badly if it wasn't for the fur upon his hands, although his paw pads felt numb, probably due to the burning they had just been through, followed by a nasty stinking sensation. Forcing him to drop his pipe cutters as he stumbled back. "Ouch ouch, hot hot!" Sedrick would fall upon his backside as he held both hands beneath his arms, crossing his forearms over his body to allow such an action. He hated the sensation of burns, was never anything he'd likely get used to any time soon.
He would still be stark naked, his trousers still upon his shoulder with the sash holding it in place He didn't really feel anything like the peoples gaze upon him, but he would open his eyes after trying to subdue the pain. Looking straight ahead as he saw the beast coming straight for him, he began to panic, as the sound of clanking was heard, even with the site of the jaw dropping from the beast didn't lessen this sensation. He would raise his hands up, claws extended they would meet with the dogs upper maw as it would still come down, the weight and momentum being more then Sedrick can push back with such little preparation. It had made two vertical cuts upon his shoulder, the first reaction to such a pain was Sedrick pulling back, pushing himself from beneath the creature as it would be knocked aside by the inferno disks of the strange woman. Of course the cuts weren't as deep as intended but they were still deep enough to ensure a steady bleeding, at least they would be if it wasn't upon the same shoulder as his trousers, The clothing ensured minimum damage combined with Sedrick's actions. Although, alas this only presented a problem for later, his Pants were ruined, he now had no cloths to cover his body, even if he did have the time to put them on!
Sedrick would be breathing quickly and heavily, if it wasn't for the alcohol slowing his heart rate, he'd likely have a panic attack at this very moment. His sharp blue eyes scanned around before spotting the jaw of the beast laying upon the ground a couple of feet from his current location, he would look towards the direction of the beast as it was heading to attack the woman. The feel of adrenaline flooding his body was overpowering, blinding him of his injuries for a small moment. He would scurry to all fours and sweet up the jaw, fumbling it slightly from the numbness of damaged nerves within his hand as he strongly gripped the hinge area of the jaw one hand one each hinge. His four legged run was forced into a two legged sprint, his body was swaying and almost tripping over itself as he only got closer and closer to the beast as it would have launched its attack.
Sedrick would leap into the air, considering the beast was the same height as him originally he needed the height to get a proper hooking action into motion. He would raise the jaw above his head and swing it down as his body would be just above the creatures back. The swing would hopefully swing down, his arms either side of the beasts head and pulled back forcing the beast to change direction, although it was too late to stop the attack upon the woman it had made. This may even cause some damage to the front/chest of the beast, although it'd likely cause more damage to Sedrick. Considering this action would require leverage, Sedrick would be forced to land upon the beasts back, with nothing to protect his sensitive sexual organs. If Sedrick landed upon the best as planned his eyes would almost cross to the point of unbelievable movement. his teeth gripping his bottom lip so hard he caused himself to bleed, with any luck, the act would cause him to land between the spines of the beast, lowering damage to such a sensitive area.
((This could seriously back fire... xDD, hey Dulce, try and Drag Sahjii into the action! I was going to, but really couldn't pass up this idea! xDD))
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 6:02 pm
Zev's head slowly started to turn back to normal as Gannet picked him off the floor, slowly Zev's thoughts and vision started to return to him. He couldn't remember what he was doing and where he was, all he knew was that he wasn't on a hard floor, or in a nice warm bed. The angle he was positioned felt a tad uncomfortable for he wasn't used to it. As Zev focused his vision he recognized a pair of black wings, ~Gannet again? When the hell did he get back?~ Zev then felt something run down the front of his face from his forehead. Was it sweat? He placed a hand just under his forehead and pulled his hand back...It was blood. ~Wait....Blood? How the hell did I start bleeding?~ What Zev didn't know was that Gannet was the one responsible for this small injury, although after having your head turned to stone for a while, it seemed like small compensation to pay.
Zev then remembered who was responsible for him to feel out of it for a really long time, Vizard. That damn orb had done something to him, whatever it was he couldn't remember all he knew is that he suddenly felt heavy for a split of a second before...nothing. Zev started to scramble a bit before falling off Gannets shoulder. "Ouch....God damn this crap. I'm having a holiday after this." As Zev looked in the direction Gannet was facing he saw Vizard in a, what almost appeared to be a trance. Zev noticed a small portal starting to open, without thinking Zev grabbed Gannet's ankle, and dragged him to the ground.
Unfortunately Zev wasn't fast enough to react and Gannet still got a big cut on his side, but anyone would favor that rather than right through the stomach. Gannet landed next to Zev just a bit further up than himself. Zev thought he could relax for a moment but he was wrong. Zev noticed more portals appearing above them, Zev grabbed Gannet and pulled him into a defensive position to his chest and started to roll away from where the swords started to come down heavy on both of them. Rolling wasn't comfortable with a spear on his back, but he would endure. Zev rolled to a stop with Zev above Gannet, Zev was panting hard due to the sudden rush of events. Zev gave a small sigh "You know you should be a lot more car---AAAGGG" Zev thought the last of the swords were done but apparently he missed one, and it went through the lower part of his right upper arm. Zev clenched his teeth holding back the pain, his sharp carnivores showing. Zev quickly pulled the sword out as soon as he willed him self to move and he held his arm in his left hand. "Damn that b*****d....He's gonna regret this..." Zev took off his headband, his horns now showing, saw a hole right in the middle of his headband, he'd have to get that fixed, but for now he would use it as a makeshift bandage. ~God damn this!~ Zev would have to try and fight with an injured arm now which will not be easy, Zev slowly stood up and pulled his spear off his back with his left arm instead, and would only use his right arm for a critical move.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 10:29 am
Gannet was confused to why this werid little man was being so quiet. He could see that his lips were moving pretty fast. He knew enough he was talking or perhaps saying a chant. It sounded a lot like ' vizard's dancey doors.' He look to where the door was. It did not look like it was about to dance. He still was kept on guard, and then he saw the portal. Gannet didn't that Zev was awake now. Zev took hold of his ankles and pulled him down away from the swords that were coming out of the portal. One sword got him though, it cut him deep in his right side. Blood drizzled down his side and made a nice puddle on the floor. Gannet grabbed hold of his side. " Damn,....!" He took his shirt off and wrapped it around his waist. Then they ended up rolling around on the floor. Once the rolling stopped Zev was on top of him. It wasn't something he was use to ,but now was no time to make a sexual comment. Now was the time to finally get a hold of this wizard. " Anyone who makes me bleed is gonna get a bullet in the a**." Gannet wasn't fond of blood coming out of him, then again no one was. It really was that Gannet was raised to be too good to get hurt. He was spoiled as a kid, enough to a point if someone hit him they paid dearly. Even if it was his fault. This act of blood being drawn on him, set him on the edge.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 7:03 pm
 Small, simple steps were taken. The cloudy sky let the sun roll out every now and then as the soft clouds rolled passed it ever so slowly. People were moving about easily enough, minding their own business. Acting as people do, I suppose. One couple madly in love, the next arguing about some affair that only the two of them could argue about. One longingly looking out her window for some distant memory that she wanted to return that never would. It was gone, always gone. Just like the sun was always gone every night. You could always count on it to leave you alone, always alone.
Small, easy steps. The day was passing, as life seemed to do for everyone. One moment things were within your grasp and the next they were not. But all you had to do was keep on walking, keep on going. She was moving at a rather slow pace for a normal walk--if she was trying to get somewhere in particular anyway--but then again, just like everyone else, she was lost in the cracks, searching. Moving from one moment to the next and lost in the path of the choices to make or the memories to forget.
Small, uncertain steps. As long as she kept moving things would improve. Or so she liked to tell herself as she moved on. Walking down the street, her long hood of her black cloak rested over her head, covering her eyes. But if her cloak did not do the job, her blue hair certainly would as it swayed somewhat in the gentle breeze that picked up every now and then. On occassion, she was given a stare, a pause in the moment of life as she passed by as an oddity in the eyes of others, but soon she would be gone from their sight and mind. As the breeze did, coming and going with no real destination in mind, but always going, always wandering, never stopping for long.
It was those small steps, that steady stride that led her to where she was today as she lifted her head, the place around her was becoming more and more populated, something she tended to avoid. Her head looked down as her hand slid to her thin stomach, hearing it rumble, grumbling as you could say, in the only language it knew. She was hungry, her quest for food led her here. Of course there were farms, houses here and there in the country side and they were always a safer choice, but they were a risk, hit or miss you could say. She could no longer accept that risk as she continued forward. She would stay to the outskirts, keeping strictly away from businessnes, a mass of population.
Residents were always the safest bet, even if the people were not kind enough to offer her a bite to eat before she moved along her way, or maybe some change for her pocket, they were easy enough to bypass. Houses were easy to enter, doors easy to open, locks easy to break. Walls could not keep her out as she moved towards the resident area, walking down the pathway as she stayed to the middle of the street. It seemed somewhat quiet as of late, but that could all change within an instant.
Rounding a corner, she found what appeared to be some kind of dog fight--if you could call the creatures dogs that is. Her feet finally, for the first time in several hours, came to a stop. She was a well enough distance away from the commotion that she could easily passby or by the looks of it, she would have to turn around, unnoticed by either of them but something made her stop. Something seemed odd. After all, humans tended to like animals, so why allow them to fight, a rather odd sight certainly for a front yard to have to look upon such an act. Did no one care here? Was everyone left to their own? That small idea crept into her head as she remained where she was, watching.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 10:25 pm
 MiaDulce Marie Angel "Dulce"Theme Song Dulce smiled as the inferno disks made contact to the mecha mutt, which was falling apart. She heard the howl of pain coming from the feline man, she would give him an ointment for that but at the moment it wouldn’t be possible. She held on to the other inferno disk, she still had no idea if the other two she had sent made their target.
“CHU!” Kiwi had screamed from in between her cleavage. Dulce had been looking up at the building and not paying attention to the mechanical dog. She looked up in shock, her golden eyes wide, as she saw the tail come down and about to strike her chest. But inches away from her chest her inferno barrio would kick in, but she would not be able to hold it. “Kiwi go!” The little mouse scurried down her form but stopped at her pouch. “Kiwi run! Hurry!” The little white mouse climbed down and scurried off with a vial in its mouth towards the big kitty man. Kiwi hated cats but if he was helping his familiar he was an ally. Sure enough as Kiwi had escaped the barrier broke letting the tail make contact with her chest, the impact would send her flying back knocking the wind out of her. Her body hit the ground and rolled hard toward some bushes.
Dulce opened her big golden eyes, which made contact with a girl hiding in the bushes. She cursed as she tried to get up, her body was bruised, bleeding and ached; but she had been so much worse than this. She had a bit insane smile on her full rosy lips, the inferno disk that was in her hand had launched, though it was meant for Vizard her focus at the time was on that robotic atrocity. She slowly got up, she took her skirt off it was so difficult to fight in it, she was of course wearing a pair of ultra mini black shorts, the holsters to her zai were exposed showing off the gold royal emblem on the handles. The smile didn’t escape her lips as her hand reached down into her hip pouch, she pulled out three vials, drank one quickly which healed minor bruises and wounds. She took the other liquid content and held it in her mouth. The other vial still in her left hand and the right she had formed a fire ball, then in a flash a pair of wings made of fire ignited on her back. She took off full force towards the pile of metal.
((*bows* sorry everyone for this late post, I have been very ill lately, my health had not been well. Also been studying very hard because my examination for my nursing license is coming up soon.))
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:40 am
  Vizard
The Conjuration Wizard
Acknowledged
Vizard would stay completely still, not laughing in giggling in anyway, he seemed much calmer than normal. This was because he was still in a trance, chanting the words "Vizards Dancing Swords, Vizards Dancing Swords, Vizards Dancing Swords, Vizards Dancing Swords, Vizards Dancing Swords" Over and over again, hiding safely in the building he had claimed for himself, The Swords which attacked the Tiefling and the other Demon would line up at the doorway for the entrance. The second floor of the building would start to burn down thanks to the Inferno Disks but Vizard wouldn't move, even as the building would start to collapse. The four swords would then point towards the two Demons before launching towards them at high speeds, at about stomach height, they would be traveling very fast but if they dodge the Swords wouldn't be able to turn around and attack twice.
The Mechanical beast would smash the poor Fire Demon right in the chest, smashing her back and wounding her quite badly. Then the Catman would use it's strength to force the Mechanical beasts to change direction and force it to stop it's attack from continuing, the beast would then stop in it's track, the Catman upon it's back and the Dulce nearby. The Beast would open it's mouth and steam and smoke would start to bellow out of it's mouth, quickly filling the air around the fighters, forcing them to cough and choke. Then the plate upon the back of the Mechanical beast would open and pipes would extend, right under the Catman, due to his lack of clothes this would cause a problem as the pipes would start to exhaust Smoke and Steam, just like it's mouth. The Beast, after about 10 Seconds of blasting out Steam and Smoke...It exploded. Sending pieces of metal in every direction, if the Catman didn't move quick this would be Fatal, as for the Fiery Demon and her small rodent if they were in range they would take an extremely large amount of Metal heading towards them. As for the Rodent, if he was heading towards the Catman he would be instantly cooked by the steam.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 5:50 am
Sedrick Rekt
The Drunken Cat
NobodySedricks Theme
Sedrick would of held on much tighter then anyone normally would in that situation, probably from the sudden pain and shock that coursed through his body. Although this was still a rather large factor in his actions he managed to noticed the beasts sudden stop but also the steam and smoke coming from its mouth. Sedrick might of been simple minded but he knew that smoke and steam from such an area and the stop in motion must of meant something was wrong. he would force himself to let go, his body beginning to fall back as he would then feel the blast of steam and smoke scorching his legs, arms and stomach rather badly as he would roll off of the beast and to the side, the momentum allowing him to roll away, luckily for the little mouse it was upon the side of the beast that Sedrick had rolled towards.
This would of granted the small vermin to grasp upon Sedrick's fur or tail and escape from the beast's unusually scorching steam and smoke. Sedrick would have rolled upon the ground till roughly ten feet from the beast, his body laying flat against the ground as he was hardly conscious at this point from the pain of the burns. Although this wasn't actually intended, Sedrick was in fact within the best bodily position to prevent much damage from the following explosion. The metal would more then likely either bounce over him or fly right past him, although if it didn't he would only take more damage and very likely be dead if it was for a stray plate. If any metal was to cut into his body he'd likely be hospitalized or be most certainly forced to see a healer, with his consciousness already so close to being lost, these possibilities might very well be imminent.
((Was half expecting more people to post by now xD))
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 3:16 am
Zev saw Vizard was still chanting, ~One clear hit, and this should be over...I hope~ Zev gave a Glance over to Gannet who was clearly pissed off, maybe if Zev could get Gannet to distract Vizard with some shots he should be able to get a clear shot and finish all this off. Vizard had been casting a long time, one attack would throw him off and he probably wouldn't be able to regain his focus.
Zev gave Gannet a nudge with his non injured arm, "Hey Gannet, Could you distract Vizard's focus with some non critical shots while I try to get a disant hit on him, I'm going to use my right arm, so I only have one chance before I get overcome with pain. Could you do this?" Zev just hoped Gannet heard him, because the opportunity was going to be lost if he didn't react fast. If he waited much longer he wouldn't be able to use his arm, without enduring a hellish pain.
Zev made his way to behind Vizard, while keeping to the shadows of the broken building. He hoped Vizard wouldn't notice his presence, Zev cringed after he used his right arm to grip his spear. Blood was slowly dripping from his open wound and around the headband, it wouldn't be too long before his arm would need medical attention. Zev aimed for Vizard's stomach hoping he would get in a strong enough hit, Zev lunged forward with his spear but due to his arm being injured it threw off his aim, so he just missed the stomach, but the gash left from the impact was hopefully enough for the whole of the spearhead was now In Vizard; Zev let go of his spear while it was still in Vizard, and gripped his wounded arm, ~Looks like there won't be any missions for you for a while heh?~ He thought to himself through gripped teeth.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 3:17 pm
Such a large commotion over nothing, at least so it appeared to her eyes as she continued forward, as if not even noticing the people around her as she walked, though her pace had slowed. Her emotionless face held no reason for the slowed walked as she glanced about before stopping altogether, curious perhaps? Her face was mostly covered but her cape or her hair but her mouth remained visible and in a faint moment, the corner turned up in a smile before it sunk down once more, as if the emotion had passed entirely.
Her chin lifted, looking over the people who moved about, seemingly oblivious to her presense as she remained where she stood, watching them closely as her head turned, taking in someone in the distance who she had cought out of the corner of her eye. Everything seemed to be moving so quickly around her.
That's when it happened, the blast hit as a wave of heat passed over Zexion, sending her cape and sky blue hair rustling in the blast's strong breeze as the metal shards flew. She was within clear view as a couple flew in her direction, one slicing the side of her knee, causing a small trickle of crimson blood to fall down her leg. The other stood, as if stopped perfectly in mid-air right before her face, resting perfectly still as Zexion turned her head, her attention moving towards the shard as she tilted her head ever so slightly to the side. The shard remained in air, as if floating their as she looked at for a moment, her hands remaining by her side.
"Kill him..."
Immediately, her chin rose, as she looked up, glancing at the creatures around her as her face once more turned to the owner of the explosion.
However, she had turned her head conviently in time to miss the blast. The cat like creature looked the most charred from the explosion but he did not appear to be the cause. Her eyes turned to the mechanical creature, he was most likely the cause but of that she could not be certain either. The woman among them looked least likely to have caused it, but one could never know for sure.
"No matter," she spoke, as if an entire conversation had just occurred as she shard suddenly clinked to the pebbled ground at her feet, as if it's magical hold that kept it there had somehow finally given way.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 2:21 pm
Gannt grinded his teeth together. He was breathing hard from the pain in his side. He was fighting the urge to fall on his knees and hold onto his wound. He pressed the palm of his right hand against it as heis left one held his pistol. He ingored Zev for a momenmt untill he said distraction. " Sounds good. " He smiled saditsicly . He shot a bullet at the edge of Vizard's hoof to simplely get him to look at him. " Hey, a*****e! Are you only gonna rely on your pathatic magic this whole time? I seen magic come from an elf that is better then yours. I bet you can't kill me without your magic in five turns, or elven if five is too hard for you." It felt good insulting him, or atleast he hoped it was insulting to that convict. This guy was crazy afterall. Anything thing could rub him the wrong or not in his case, the right way. If not then, he'd had a fun time shooting at the guy. Gannet flew up in the air, he couldn't tell where Zev was very clearly, so he figured Vizard wouldn't either. He bite his lip hard enough to where a bit of blood dripped down. He was in no postion to fly, but this would be an easier way to deal with distracting him. His wings were fully spread out to where he looked very demonish. He just needed a pitch fork. He didn't have one of those stabbing implaments handy, instead he has his pistol. His finger pressed against the trigger and relased the bullet. The bullet was aimed at Vizard's feet again, to rattle him up and stop chanting.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 1:59 am
MiaDulce Marie Angel "Dulce"Theme Song Before Dulce could get to it the mechanical dog had exploded, being off guard her barrier could not activate and protect her. She was knocked back by a large chunk of metal making her hit the ground hard. In the process she was cut by the flying pieces of metal, it would shred her clothes, cut her arms, abdomen, and legs. As she hit the floor she laid there motionless.
Kiwi hid in the catman’s fur and was saved from the steam. He looked up and notice the catman was extremely burned, the vial alone he was holding wouldn’t be enough but it was a start. Kiwi climbed up and open vial pulling on the cork with his front teeth, he pour the content into the catman’s mouth. It was taste salty, considering tears were salty, the vial contained phoenix tears, Dulce’s tears to be exact. It would heal the minor burns, cuts and bruising; turn the major wounds into minor damage. Kiwi then heard the explosion and ducked into the fur of the catman.
He looked up to see his mistress hitting the ground. He stared at her body lying there motionless. After a bit waiting he ran to her still body, as he got closer streams of think crimson liquid passed him and a pool of it was forming. He jumped into the pouch on her hip, pulled out a vial with electric blue liquid, this he drank himself. The mouse had become a humanoid mouse. As he looked down were he stood at Dulce, she was cut pretty bad, a rod had gone through her right thigh and a pipe through her left calf.
It looked really bad, Kiwi knelt to the ground, blood clinging to the fur of his legs but he didn’t care. His arm went underneath her head, she was bleeding there as well, he started to stroke her cheek with his free hand. “Princess, wake up…Princess, open your eyes…” His voice cracked, her lashes fluttered and her eyes open slowly. “Kinten?” Which was Kiwi’s real name, “I’m here Princess…relax.” She moaned and shivered “Why is it cold?” This was really bad as he looked at her pendent and it flickered. He needed to get her to a safe place.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:55 am
Vizard
The Conjuration Wizard
Acknowledged
Vizard would still be chanting his magical Swords, the Mechanical beast now in pieces as Vizards magical powers would start to run low. Vizard would chant and chant, faster and faster to keep his spell going. His eyes glazed over as if no one was home. After the Mechanical Beasts explosion the area would be covered in blood and metal from the explosion and the Victims around. Smashed glass and broken doors would be scattered upon the ground, making the Area a pointy hell of broken materials. The Two wounded fighters would have to find more medical help or be in real danger in no time.
Vizard would the other hand was in a bit of a pickle himself. The Man would fire his first shot towards Vizards foot, who would seem to completely ignore the nearly dangerous bullet speeding towards him, only to have it hit the ground, Vizard didn't even flinch. As the Insults would come Vizard would just to chant louder and louder, blurring out her pathetic insults. The Second shot would then strike the ground in front of Vizard, sending wood from the house foundation up into the sky slightly. Still Vizard didn't flinch. Then around the Flying 'Demon' who had fired towards Vizard twice a few portal would appear in the sky, then a few become alot as Portals would fill the sky above all of the fighters outside. From the Portals hundreds of swords would appear, Vizard had been chanting for quite some time. The Swords would then face down towards the ground and all at once would fall like rain, this was next to impossible to dodge, the swords would fill the sky. Just before the first swords would impale the Flying Demon the Swords would disappear, as would the Portals.
Vizard would gasp and open his eyes, his words stopped and his mind broken. Vizard would look down to see blood dripping out of his stomach, a spear deep inside his stomach. Vizard would place one hand onto the spear and pull it out of his stomach before collapsing onto the floor. Vizard would cough up blood and look towards the Tiefling who had wounded him so gravely. Vizards eyes would leap around the room, looking in every direction, in a state of panic. Vizard would place his hands over his wound and start to bed to the fellow Demon "Please Spare me! I know things! Very Helpful things, I promise! Take me to jail but let me live" Vizard would stop and cough up blood "Look look he heheheh These are for you!" Vizard would hold out his right arm and sway it though the air, several small portals would open and out from the Portals would drop Five Orbs. All Purple in color and about the size of a pool ball. Vizard would then continue "These Orbs grant great power to who ever holds them! I promise! Mwhaha... Just let me go, please, I promise to be good..."
((Time for a Good or Evil action!!! Now it is up to you what you do with Vizard! You could let him go, maybe he could help you later! Send him to jail. Kill him. Or what ever else your character would do! Also everyone gets a magic orb!! Which will be explained in an announcement soon! Please Put that you have a Purple Magic Orb in your Profile!))
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 1:33 pm
Zev looked up from his arm to see Vizard begging for his life. He wasn't expecting this, he was expecting this guy to fight to the death, but with how everyone was badly injured; people would of probably guessed they did at least try. Vizard was coughing up blood and rather badly at that, he was starting to wonder if he was even going to still be alive 24 hours from now. Zev raised a eyebrow as 5 purple orbs fell near his feet, Zev was puzzled by the orbs, and also puzzled as to why Vizard didn't use the orbs power for himself.
Zev picked up his spear from the ground with his good arm, and gazed down at Vizard. ~After everything he did, he should die...but....I can't do that if he is begging for his life, it just doesn't feel right...~ Zev thought back to a similar situation in his past, except that the person begging got killed anyway. "I won't end up like him..." Zev quietly muttered to himself. He placed his spear back on his back strap and pulled Vizard up with his functioning arm. Zev stared him down, with dedication in his glare. "I have met so many people who would kill on instinct, or kill because of something small. No doubt you must have done something wrong to end up in prison, but I'm going to give you one chance to change that." Zev was hoping he wouldn't regret this decision, otherwise this will become another thing from that past, which will come back and haunt him when he least expects it. "I will let you live Vizard, and I won't turn you into the guards. But understand this. If I find you doing something of this magnitude again, I will not hesitate a second time." Zev started pick up the orbs and place them in his belt pouch, so he could take them to the others. He started to head back to Gannet to let him know what happened, but turned to say one last thing to Vizard. "Don't make me regret this Vizard, I've had enough of that already."
Zev made his way to the edge of the building before the leaned against the side of the building. He looked across where he knew others were fighting, it seemed everyone other than a women who he hadn't seen before had been injured pretty badly. They seemed worse for wear than himself and Gannet anyway. Zev glanced back into the building and called out, "Hey! Gannet, it looks like we may need to help some of the guys out here, they are a lot worse than us!" Zev decided to head towards the cat man, from a glance he would see some of his fur was scorched off, he he had any other injuries Zev would have to examine him far more closely, which would be hard seeing he had little first aid experience and only had one arm in good condition at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 4:15 pm
Gannet's eyes grew wide as he saw all the swords. He didn't do so hot in his job as a distraction, even though he wanted to shoot him right in the hoof, but somehow it was worth it. The swords whirled into thin air. All of them just poofed away. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. " Urghh..." He grabbed his side. It started to hurt again, from tensing up for so long. Gannet slowly fluttered his wings, untill his feet lightly touched the ground. It felt good to see Vizard like this. A spear out of him, and that look of wanting to keep your life. That was always nice to see. After a while, it felt uncomftable. He just wanted to hear him stop. The guy deserved to die ,but he thought Zev should make the descion. He did deliever the final blow. Gannet looked away at a wall, notcing it looked rather brown, and made of wood. He looked at this wall as a way to not pay attention to what was going on. Gannet didn't want to know what Zev was going to do, that was untill he saw these purple orbs. He then thought, that this all could be a trap. He didn't remember exactly what the color coding of the orbs meant , but he felt like this purple one could be bad. Gannet scooted next to Zev. " Are you sure these aren't the ones that turned that one guy into a chicken? I'm not sure of the color." He said this to himself, 'cause before he knew it Zev picked them up and put them in his little pouch. " Well, then. Maybe those things are okay. " He kicked a pebble as he followed Zev out of the building and into the wreckage of the other people that were in the fight. " Your right, maybe those orbs can heal and make you stronger?" He stood in between the catman and that one girl. The girl looked like she was getting help from someone, so he wasn't sure what to do. " I'm not good at medical stuff, Zev. I know that it might not be good to move them right away,..umm I tihnk.." Gannet was very unsure about how to help in this kind of situation. He usually would try to sleep it off or seduce someone who could do this kind of thing. He sighed his hand pressed againt his chin, and the other pressed against his side.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 5:01 pm
Sedrick Rekt
The Drunken Cat
NobodySedricks Theme
Sedrick would of been motionless for a while, even after the effort the mouse... humanoid... thing?--had managed to give Sedrick the potion, and a lot of his wounds had healed, his fur still missing in places for the moment but the burns seemed to have cleared up mostly. He would slowly open his eyes to see that there was the spear wielder and the other strange demon off to the side. He would slowly sit himself up, shaking his head as he would look around, very disorientated from the rather quick work of the potion. He would then look for the satyr, but yet didn't see him anywhere upon the street, did he get away?
He would look towards the man who was near him (Zev) as he would then ask about it. "What happened? I kind of... blacked out for a minute there... did that goat man get away?" He asked, seeming completely oblivious to the area around him, the shards of metal, and even the woman in the distance, still not having moved from her spot to show aid nor burden. Sedrick would still feel his body aching from the impact of the blast, he most certainly wasn't going to be able to fight for a little while, and would need some medical or magical assistance. Although, looking at the people left able, and their rather confused looks, he obviously wasn't going to get it here.
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