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 Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 8:36 am
Arron's eyes seemed to burn with their own flame as he looked towards the source of the commotion. Standing to his feet, picking up the sack that he and Biwa shared, he grinned wickedly. "Seems the elders get to have all the fun...too bad...I'll be one of them some day I suppose."
Turning to his teammate, he offered his hand to her. "C'mon...let's get out of here, shall we?" Giving her an extravagant little half-bow, he then snatched her wrist, heading back towards the City, and safety.
Zethyr stopped in the middle of his work, having just begun to take samples from the mandrake. Gathering up what he had, he glanced at Mat and smiled faintly. "Well well well...we've been interrupted, alas and alack." Wrinkling his nose, the Melancholy watched their guardians run off to do battle with the opposing forces.
"Terrible messy way to go about things if you ask me." He said critically. "Let's go." Offering the bag to Mat, he then set off towards safety at a brisk pace, supposing that as fun as it might be to watch, it would be dangerous...and the elder Empyreans would probably make an obscene amount of fuss.
Dariyn yelped, dropping what he was doing with a swiftness that was startling, jumping to his feet. "W-we better go, like she said." Crimson eyes flicked to Quenda, and he didn't even look to see if Astaroth was going to follow him...but instead made a beeline for Morrow, scared out of his wits and wanting to have his lover to cling to in the midst of impending chaos.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 8:43 am
 Grave's long ears twitched and he frowned up at the Gatekeepers. Something was not right. Moments later, Quenda shrieked her warning and Grave's jaw dropped. Oh, by the Gods, they were being attacked. Grave swallowed and looked down at the shears in his hand. He felt horribly useless. There was absolutely nothing he could do. He thought for a moment more and then took a deep breath. "Blayk, let's pack up." It was not a suggestion. Grave grabbed the burlap sack and sprang lightly to his feet, collecting their supplies and shoving them back into the bag with far less decorum than he had taken them out when they began this fateful task.  Danna glanced around, nervous and afraid. Arwen seemed so calm, so composed. Danna tried hard to mimick her, but didn't know if it was as convincing. Danna shoved the last Mandrake back into the soil and toweled dirt onto it, giving it a quick pat and then dusted off her hands. Arwen extended a hand to her, and Danna tuck it, but stood up of her own volition so as not to topple the slim girl over. When standing, Danna held tight to arwen's hand, considering her a friend now, as much as a partner, and glad to have someone with her when it all went sour.  Cyphr hadn't noticed any of the aggitation of the Gatekeepers or the albino, so entranced was he with his work. But there was no mistaking Quenda's howl of urgency. Cyphr looked up shocked and at a loss. "What?" He asked, disbelieving. They had strong Gatekeepers with them, what was the issue? They were still safe, right? Then he saw the plain one, Vanga stand up and...and...transcend before his very eyes. Additions erupted from him like he was on fire, and all Cyphr could do was sit and stare and issue the slightest of squeaks.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 8:55 am
Ah, panic and disorder. They came. They came. Eyes widened, and a wild grin found itself on the little Melancholic's face. She seemed not to notice the terror that was being nearly tangible in her classmates' faces, eyes riveted instead on the morphing albino beside her. "How..?" she managed to get out, reaching out as though to touch his arm..but then stopped. Frowning deeply, she stepped back once, twice...and then stopped, crouching down for a moment before bolting...back to the City, back to being caged. But even as the City loomed closer and closer, ready to swallow her back up...she peered wistfully over her shoulder every now and again.
She wished she could have stayed.
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Looking sharply up, Aysel trembled slightly. "Cyphr, let's go." she all but whispered, her eyes seeking out Antigone, Lior, Ubel, Grave...her classmates, her fellow Zeros. Oh, run! Never before had it struck her so, how vulnerable they truly were. "Let's go!" she repeated, standing and clutching the sack of roots--so few, would it be enough?--to her chest. Fear flowed through her like a living current, and she was full-out shaking. But she couldn't leave her partner behind...and currently, he was just sitting there gaping. Rolling her eyes, she roughly grabbed at his hand. "We have to go now!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 8:55 am
A gentle smile touched her face as Arwen gave a delicate nod to Danna. Her visible red eye shifted around briefly, taking a count of the two Ones she called friend and the three Zeros she had encountered before, making sure they were moving and otherwise in action. After a few heartbeats, her gaze settled back on Danna, giving her hand a squeeze. "Let's go to the Gates, to make sure everyone follows."
While she wanted nothing more than to run into the confines of the library and read the next few weeks away, she had a strange feeling in her chest that she didn't quite like. She couldn't pinpoint it, but she didn't really have time to sit and reflect, starting to run as well as she could towards the City. Arwen would worry about it later, as they had some ground to cover and many heads to count before the battle was done.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 2:16 pm
 Mat glanced up, eyes widening a bit ... and a part of him rather wished he could stay and watch. But everyone else was running as they had been told. And he knew he could get in a looot of trouble if he tried to stay. So he just made a face and took the bag from Zethyr, dropping scissors into it as he followed the other back toward the City. Morrow had been one of the first to figure out what was going on and he was already heading back toward the others. Battlecries were, after all, a little hard to mistake as anything else. Spotting Dariyn, he swerved to head toward the other, grabbing his hand and tugging the other along with him. It wasn't hard to tell how frightened the other boy was... Emrys wasn't much better off than Dariyn was, with the exception that he managed not to drop everything he was holding. He did manage to fumble the scissors and cut himself on them when he tried to pick them up again, though. With a little pained yelping noise, he froze for a second, staring at welling blood. Then the cries of the others came to his ears and he clutched the bag, standing up straight and glancing aroudn wildly for Arron. The redhead had been over there just a minute ago!
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 2:30 pm
Arron chanced a glance over to his side, and noted the poor befuddled blond...good golly he was going to get himself killed. Veering off to one side, he waved his free hand. "Emrys!!!" Offering that hand for the other to take, he prepared to dash off again, this time with two charges in tow.
Zethyr eyed his teammate, understanding the want to stay...this was terribly exciting...even in comparison to what usually went on in the City. It was a true danger, a danger without the same limits of control that were placed on every event that took place within the City itself. Ah well...running away meant that someday...they'd be old enough to understand more fully. Letting Mat have the bag, he turned fast walk into a run.
Dariyn's eyes widened and his first impulse was to pull away when the other snatched his hand, but affirming that it was Morrow, the little Phlegmatic hurried to keep up with him, clinging to that arm and moving just as fast as his legs could carry him. He really would rather be back with his books.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 2:35 pm
At that, Mat picked up his own pace, running full-out now - glancing around to see everyone else doing pretty much the same thing. "Pretty exciting, huh?!" he called to Zethyr, grinning."S'ok," Morrow said to Dariyn in a low voice. "Let's just get back ..." He slowed his own pace just a bit to match Dariyn's but kept on going - knowing that it was dangerous and no one should fall behind.The blond jumped when he heard his name called, and he turned, just in time to see Arron's hand reaching out for him. Grabbing it gratefully, he offered the other a quick smile, trying to ignore the sting of the cut in his other hand. "L-let's get out of here!" he said quickly and started to move, following Arron now toward the City.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 8:05 pm
Biwa was too panicked to move much on her own, so it was lucky that Arron grabbed her and began dragged her off to the city. She whimpered and moved closer to him, clinging to his arm more fully as they moved. She stumbled over her robes, but barely noticed.
Run run run run!
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Yambati grabbed up the scissors Emrys had dropped, but before he could grab the other boy, he'd already been dragged off by a red-headed boy. Muttering under his breath and scanning around for Kallisto, he began hurrying back to the city.
"Kallisto!" Where was she...?
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 6:41 am
The Andras crashed through the bushes towards the clearing, their battle shrieks jarring and unsettling, like primal fury voiced. Looming up ahead of them, appearing out of the trees, two Threes became visable. Blood rushing and eyes dilating, they howled in exilaration. Time to Fight! The nearest Andras hurled his javalin towards one of the Gatekeepers and shrieked a high, horrid sound. The others were rushing onward, not waiting to see if their weapons hit the mark, readying axes, maces, spears... Time to do battle!
They closed the distance, they could see the faces of their opponents. Four of the six spread out to clash with the Gatekeepers, whilst the two on the wings dashed past on their wolfen steed, heading for the clearing, chasing down the tresspassers.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 12:10 pm
The Melancholy stopped in his work as the roar sounded and the order to flee was issued. All about him, people began to move. Blinking, Astaroth stood up straight and cast his gaze around, following Dariyn's beeline to Morrow with a frown. Tch. So much for a partner who cared.
Still, as the academic moved, he nodded when Dariyn met up with Morrow before collecting their bag of samples and looked around for Danna. Where was she? Where- his eyes widened as the Andras came crashing through the brush only to narrow as he sprung into action. People were too slow! Too slow! Sprinting, he found Danna and Arwen and hurried them forward, "Go! Hurry!" His voice was commanding but not harsh and his eyes kept darting back to the Gatekeepers as they clashed with the monsters.
Grabbing a hold of Danna's other hand, he squeezed a little, reassuringly and prodded her forward. But inside, he was upset. Bothered by the very fact he was utterly useless in this problem... powerless to defend. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he ran with the two girls.
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Kallisto dropped the Mandrake she'd been holding up and frowned as the battle cry rung out into the air. A tingle went up and down her spine and she shivered, feeling very small despite all that she had learned. Grabbing a hold of Cashimer, the sanguine began hauling the boy back. She wouldn't leave her friend behind.
When her name was called, she looked up and spotted Yambati. "Yambati!" She called in return running over to him. "Come on!" She held a hand out to him, worry and.... a slight glint of excitement lighting up her eyes. One day, she knew, one day she would be able to turn about and face these monsters down. Make them fear clashing with the City's citizens.
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Daggart, in the meantime, had had his headphones on complete mute so he couldn't hear anything while he and Antigone worked. He missed the battlecry, the order, and even when the Andras crashed through the brush. Only the movement of someone close by caught his attention and he looked up to find everyone fleeing back to the city.
Blinking, the Choleric stood up and brushed the dirt from his hands more then a little confused. Turning so that the direction they running from could be seen, he froze as a pair of Andras bore down on him, their wicked beaks gnashing. It was a strange sensation, watching but being unable to hear - almost as though it was a dream. Blinking again, Daggart put up his arms in a blocking gesture and wondered why he'd been dumb enough not to pay better attention.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 12:35 pm
Danek chased after the Andras, clashing with them, expertly deflecting the thrown javelin only to close the distance to growl into their faces and rain blow upon blow down on them. Danek wasn't so fast as he was strong, the seemingly wild swings and strikes creating a deadly barrier.
Lorissa and Taevis slipped through the trees together, a team based on speed and stealth. One wielded powerful magics that lanced through the air, aimed at the Andras that sought to catch Danek from behind while the haunting song of Taevis played an appropriate background to the fight, it's tone and tempo meant to decrease the Andras moral and sap their desire to fight. Closing the distance, the quick flick and dainty steps of the bard looked like flashes of light. One might even consider it to be a Ghost Sword, heralded by song, wielded by none visible.
And then two broke away on their wolfen steeds as Vorrian waded through the melee. He'd joined moments before, ever watchful of the monster's tactics and spun with a great swipe of his keyblade, kicking into a sprint as he chased after the pair. Tapping a technoring, he released a castor gun, filled with #13, #20, and #23 shots. Flicking the catch as he ran, he aimed and fired his #13, a Gravity Shot at the furthest Andras. Catching him in the back and slowing him down long enough that Vorrian could strike a decisive blow as he rushed past.
"Move!" He shouted at Daggart, sure the zero would have the sense to run rather then... damnit! "I said move!" He yelled louder then noticed Daggart still had his headphones on as the boy didn't run but put up his arms to block. Incredulous, Vorrian cursed and leaned into his sprint as the Andras bore down on the child.
As the monster readied it's attack, Vorrian bore down on it, rearing up and flailing at the wolf's face with his sharp hooves while he battered at the Andras with several quick blows. Dropping down to all fours again, the Choleric nudged Daggart with a hind leg as he kept the Andras busy.
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Blinking, Daggart looked up as nothing fell on him... but rather poked at his arms. Amber eyes went very round as he looked up to find the Three battling not three feet away from him. Without much further thought, instinct kicked in and the kinesthetic turned a ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Despite the adrenalin that surged through his body, there was a lopsided grin upon his features - relieved, inspired, embarassed.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 1:01 pm
Yambati took her hand firmly as they ran for the City, squeezing tightly. He picked up his pace now that he knew Kallisto was okay.
The battle cry rang loud in his ears, and he shuddered, skin crawling at the sound. "What's going on?" he asked, panted, as they ran. He knew they were being attacked, of course - but he knew almost nothing about monsters outside of the city walls.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 4:16 pm
Galadrae hadn't even needed to be told to run. Her mandrake harvesting had been going slow, anxious as she was to cut up anything that could scream. Besides, she could hear concerned murmuring amongst their guardians, and this worried her. She chose to keep an eye out.
The instant the Andras made themselves known, Galadrae was on her feet. She stood a moment, frozen in terror, watching the woods where the battle was taking place... and then sprinted a split second before Taevis and Quenda had a chance to tell them to go back. Her lean, lithe body was really built well for running, and she made it quite far before the others even had a chance to catch up with her.
If only she weren't so clumsy. As she bolted for her life, her foot snagged under a jutting root. She fell then, flat on her face, scraping her knees and getting herself quite tanged up. In fear she cried out and struggled to loose herself and get to standing up again. "Someone! Help me!" she hollered to the rest of the group.
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