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 Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 1:39 pm
A black and white claw smacked the top of the gleaming dark oak counter, causing the bartender behind it to snap his head up, glowing eyes darting to the surface that had just been smacked, only to shift back up into the visored face of Jazz Meister. “Well M’off bro,” Meister’s rich voice spoke with a satisfied undertone to it. Pushing his empty mug across the counter and into the large claw of the raver Coffee Equis, who just scowled at the idea of having to clean it, and carelessly shoved it under his counter. “So you’re the eat and run type huh?” the massive Coffee grumbled leaning an elbow onto the counter. “ya know me, can’t sit still fer long.” The smaller Coffee added with a thick chuckle, sliding off his stool and waving a hand to the disgruntled Equis, knowing his old friend had enjoyed having him to be a distraction from the other customers. “I better see you back here by night!” Equis boomed after him, rather unprofessionally, causing many heads to turn in surprise from their drinks and snacks. “ain’t ganna miss yer rave might bro, I’ll be here” Mesiter reassure him, laughing again and shooting a smooth grin before pushing open the door and crawling out into to cool late afternoon air. Jazz had been enjoying his new life at the Swamp Side café, it was a relaxing existence at the least, and he had grown quite fond of his new family, thought in his heart there was still quite a distance between them, a void that; no matter how much he tried to ignore, would be a constant interference with those he attempted to get close to. A pleasant smile still on his face as he meandered though the border of Candyland and the Swamp, not drifting into either. Head held high, an effect of showing off the chest design he wore, and the symbol that had deep and old meaning to Jazz gleaming on his chest and shoulder. A symbol that had probably lost all meaning to the two lands long ago, but still remained as powerful to Jazz as it did the day he received it. Though it served as more of a memorial now. Humming a tone that had stuck with him from the jukebox he had been played with earlier, he enjoyed being out and moving.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:39 pm
"What's the matter, dark one?" Baphomet rumbled as he hefted his scythe higher into his shoulder, balancing himself easily on his back legs with his scythe and tail acting as counterweights. "Had enough already?" His mocking grin only added insult to injury as he loomed over the red and white numa who stood firmly before him in defiance. Starscream snarled angrily and only showed him her left side, guarding her bleeding right rear leg. It would not do if she sustained further injury from his scythe, and while she was angry and impulsive, she was not stupid. "Laugh it up - I'm not done yet," she spat in response before taking a leap into the air to fly to safety. Her fur bristled when he laughed after her, but she knew better than to try to retaliate and instead glided to a safe distance before dropping back to the ground to nurse her wounded leg. She scowled when she noticed he had also made a cut in the lower part of her wing on that side. That would heal on its own, but it didn't anger her any less. Sighing, Starscream licked the gash on her rear leg, swaying her wings up and down to cool her temper. She cast a glare at the purple symbol on the upper part of her wing while she nursed her wound. That symbol had given her nothing but hardship all her life, but still, she couldn't help but display it proudly. She still believed in its cause even if the cause was long dead.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 2:48 pm
Ears fanning forward slightly, pausing for a moment to stare off into the wooded distance, mouth opening slowly in puzzlement as he could have sworn he had heard some laugher... but it was so faint, he could have very well just imagined it.
head shaking softly as he chuckled at himself and continued on.
he was still on the boarder, having its own unique scent, a blend of Coffee and Candy, though each was easy to pick out from the other. He didn't participially enjoy the scent of Candy, more for the feeling of edginess it brought to him.
sniffing to try and clear his nose, he started to drift off towards the Swamp, thinking he would enjoy the sites around his new home, he didn't get far however before a new scent, a scent that held more power then both Coffee and Candy or them combined drifted though the air, causing him to stop dead, jerking his head around.
Blood... and it was coming from Candy land.
hesitating for a long while, body curled towards the swamp, but head and mind extended towards where the scent of blood was coming from... and why? why was there blood in the air? from the impression he got there was not reason there should be, unless there was an accident, in which case someone needed help.
Changing his direction, Jazz broke the border and entered Candyland, his smaller size allowing him to part though the brush with relative ease.
following his nose to the source, he pushed though one last wall of brush, only to stop dead once they reviled just what he had been searing for.
mouth open again, eyes wide behind his visor, he stared at something he never expected to see again, the bold purple symbol of the enemy stamped upon the gray wings of a wounded female MLP.
unable to move or speak, as memories flooded back into his mind, trying desperately to sort out if he was actually seeing this, or if his mind was playing tricks on him from the smell of blood and candy surrounding him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 9:53 pm
Starscream continued to clean her wounded leg, licking the once white fur carefully. She pressed her tongue into the wound to keep the blood flowing for a while, not flinching even though it hurt. The pain was a good distraction - pain helped her think more clearly - pain was familiar in a new land full of so many unfamiliar things. The land had changed so much in her long life, she scarcely wished to dwell on it. She needed to focus on one thing at a time, and right now, that one thing was rescuing her companion - the only one she could trust anymore.
She glared heatedly at the lollipop grove in the distance, pressing her ears back. She had to confront Baphomet again - soon. Primus only knew what that horrible numa was going to do to Frenzy if she did not rescue him soon, but in her weakened state, Starscream did more damage to herself than she did to the brown numa. The war had taken its toll on her - she was unhealthy and weak, but she had to continue onward if only for Frenzy's sake. If anything happened to him, she doubted she could go on.
A rustle tore Starscream from her morbid thoughts, and she looked sharply toward the noise. At first, she only growled with annoyance. She did not like other numas - it made no difference whether they were candy or coffee or even pocket. None could be trusted, so she drove them away on impulse and attempted to do so now.
Then she saw that awful, horrid red symbol.
Every single strand of fur on Starscream's body stood on end as her slitted red eyes widened, her wings stiffened straight upwards, and her turbines screeched, scorching the grass underfoot. She started to shake though from fear or rage she was not certain. She thought they were dead - they were supposed to be dead. She and Frenzy were the sole survivors of the war - they had known that for decades. Yet there he stood - a coffee with the symbol of her enemy. And here she stood - injured and in no condition to fight anymore. What was she going to do? She could only hope she could intimidate the coffee enough to either drive him away or to escape.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 12:09 am
His dazed confusion lingered for longer then it should have, the absence of fighting in the lifestyle he had adopted for the many past years had dulled his soldier reflexes; If you see the purple symbol, attack first… ask later. It was what had kept him and many of his comrades alive… for the most part.
But he had been so convinced that they were all dead… they HAD to be all dead, that he could not POSIBLY be seeing one in front of him now. The only explanation was that he must just mistaking a normal Candy Numa for his enemy, and he had no desire in going around attacking innocent Numa.
But the longer he stood there, starting at her armor, her symbols, watched her posture stiffen defensively, and that horrible Screech of her powered boots that the Numacon Seeker’s all emitted.
No, this was not his mind playing tricks on him, this was his past returning to him, He, Jazz was not the soul survivor. But why… why did it have to be a Numacon.
A thundering growl swelled from the small Coffee’s chest as his lips curled up from his long tusks. Face lowering to try and add to his own intimidation, eyes narrowed behind his visor as he started to analyze the situation.
The thing that stood out more promptly was her wound, she was injured, and that gave him a clear advantage. Before, he might have thought twice about attacking one who was already ignored, but after suffering the loss of his follow soldiers… his friends, mercy towards the Numacon was not coming easily.
“The war is OVER!” he boomed, tail swishing sharply behind him as he advanced cautiously forward to position himself in the clearing, for while Coffee where significantly more powerful then Candy and MLP, an experienced Autonuma knew better then to ever underestimate the craftiness and abilities of a trained Numacon. To do so had often resulted in a rather unpleasant, and messy defeat. “You and yer kind are supposed ta be DEAD!”
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 7:49 am
How dare he. How dare he! The deaths of all of her friends and comrades were his species' fault, and he dared to say she was supposed to be dead?!
Starscream shrieked at him, her shrill voice just as piercing now as it was so long ago, "We are, no thanks to you monsters!" She adjusted her stance to turn her injured leg away from him and guard it, arching her back aggressively. "And if you want to finish me off, I will not go easily!" She knew she was in no shape to fight him, exhausted, ill, and already injured, but she also knew she could not help it. Autonumas never let her kind simply walk away, and Frenzy was relying on her - she simply couldn't lose to this wretch. If she did, her kind well and truly would be extinct, and Frenzy would die as well at the hands of that awful numa Baphomet.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 12:41 pm
His fur stood on end as she shrieked at him, such an agonizing vibration that no doubt served its purpose. flinching at that and pressing his ears back jerking his chin to the side to snap himself from the daze it had put him in. but the result only fueled his hostilities.
It was not the first time he had heard that sound, and it only reminded him further of the many close combat battles he had been in with the Numacon.
he didn't know why he hesitated, the training was ground into him more then anything elce. it was simple. if you see a Numacon, kill said Numacon. discussion before a fight was almost unheard of, other then battle cries and a snatch of words that spat anger and hate at the enemy, he did not recall ever really hearing a Numacon speak. and she dared call the Autonuma monsters? THEY were the monsters!
perhaps it was the sheer desperation for the war to truly be over that he found himself struggling with how he should approach his attack. a task that should normally come easily
"I don't think ya would have much choice in that matter!"
bellowing a roar from his throat as he slunk forward, faking a lunge to try and throw her off ballance
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 7:37 pm
Starscream darted back a little and hissed at him like an enraged snake before deciding to strike first in the hopes that she would gain the advantage despite her injury and poor health. She couldn't lose - she simply could not lose against him - not with Frenzy relying on her, waiting for her to rescue him. In addition, she hoped to drive home the point to the coffee numa that she would not be pushed around just because he was more healthy and accustomed to battle than she. She lowered her head and charged swiftly at the other numa, hoping to cut him with her horn.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 2:24 pm
He should have been more cautious, but he had not expected her to attack so soon. Doing just what he had told himself not to, and underestimate her abilities with her physical status.
Having been recovering from his fake, mind quickly going over his next move, not giving him enough time to react and get out of the way before he felt the sharp horn slice though the metallic fur and flesh of his upper arm.
Twisting his shoulders to distance them from the Numacon's weapon, sliding a bottom paw away from her to gain his balance, pressing into it as he pushed back forward swinging the opposite a claw up to attempt a counter on her.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 2:16 pm
Starscream shrieked in a combination of rage and pain when Jazz's claws tore into her already injured leg, and she lashed out with her foot to try to kick him in the face as she whirled to face him. Once turned around, she lunged at him, mouth open in an attempt to bite him. She knew this was a losing battle for her and only hoped she would be able to simply drive him away for now.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 4:29 pm
he grunted as he felt her heel crack into his visor. stumbling backwards catching his stance shaking his head back into the battle to see her advance towards him again, ready to bite him. he spun on the spot, lashing his heady tail out to catch her, hopefully before she managed to get another attack in.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 5:27 pm
Jazz's tail slammed across Starscream's face and sent her sliding on her shoulder across the grass. She tried to jump up and resume fighting, but she suddenly fell right back down with a ragged cough. As soon as that one escaped her throat, it triggered more, and she could not push herself upright again, her coughing so violent it shook her whole body.
As she coughed, she panicked. This was just the opening he needed - Starscream knew she could not drive him away at this point. She needed to escape before he finished her off, but she could not even push herself up from the ground much less run or fly.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 6:13 pm
playing her cough off as just a very good hit on his part. Jazz bellowed out a war cry and lunged. curled gleaming claws bared as he landed next to her crumpled body, ready to deliver a cripplingly blow, finish her off and truly put this war the rest!
until the strangest thing happened. his cry silenced, the adrenaline and blood pumping though his ears, maybe if they had been more intense Jazz would not have heard the noise that caused him to reassess the situation,
ears twitched and drooping back over his head. at first he thought there was something wrong with his hearing, the cough was playing over and over in his mind.
but with is vision catching up, it was clear that there was already something wrong with her, this was not due to anything Meister had done. what was going on?
the built up strain on his muscles screamed at him to deliver the blow, the small Coffee bearing over the Numacon, his weapon high and ready. but still... he could not seem to get it to obey, just staring down at her, motionless with a growing internal moral battle.
she was a Numacon! her kind killed his friends! So why couldn't he move?!
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 7:18 pm
Starscream had no idea why he hesitated, but she was not going to question it. She tried to scramble away from him, but her coughing had still not tapered off, so she had trouble finding her footing, stumbling away from him. She hacked up a mouthful of blood before finally managing to get to her feet and crawl back.
"Scum..." she rasped weakly as she shakily backed away from him, her wings trembling from exhaustion where they stuck out either side as far down as they could go. If her wings were feathered, they would have dragged on the ground.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 8:18 pm
Jazz found his claw slowly drifting down, watching the Numacon struggle, knowing he could have taken her life then, before he regained her composure.
ears still back lips parting slightly as he was a rather numb expression.
he was losing his tough, plain and simple, back then he could have finished the task no problem... but would he? every Numacon he had fought before was fit and healthy. but this one... well he could tell how the years had warn on her.
getting to know the peaceful side of the Candies and Coffee from the Cafe, he found that he didn't want to have to fight, much as he hated her kind. he could not quite squash away how pathetic he would feel.
highly confused he responded to her insult with a thick grown. pushing himself to his feet and frowning at her, cracked visor staring her down.
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