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 Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 8:02 pm
This is a private roleplay between Ripley & BasilIt is a direct follow up to Taming the CobraWhen: Shortly after the events of "Taming the Cobra" Where: Leaf Nail Parlor; more specifically, Rong Wei's attatched home Weather: Humid and muggy but not unpleasant. Temperatures lower to mid-seventies - -- ------ -- -
"No. Hello no. Hello to the ******** no. Get that damn thing out of my house and take your sorry a** with it right now, Ripley."
Oddly enough, this was the exact reaction Ripley was expecting from the moment he knocked on the back door that lead to the house. By the time he'd managed to make it back with his spoils of war in tow the sun had long set and the creatures that haunted the summer evenings had begun their serenade, leaving the Raevan to fumble around in the dark quite a bit before he managed to locate the latch to the gate and the walkway back to the house. Never before had he been so glad that he could float or else he would have fallen into the koi pond upon entering the yard, and floating also made it somehow easier to carry the still nameless Raevan that was slumped about his shoulders.
"Move, woman."
Instead of listening to Rong Wei's protests (in both Chinese and English) Ripely brushed past her with enough force to knock her out of the doorway, his path headed directly for his single room. It was a good thing that he'd been given his own room at this point in time, should his captive awake and want to get more violent he couldn't destroy much in the process. If he were still sharing with Rong Wei he might have to listen to the woman bellyache about something being destroyed in a fit and hell, the Frei was tired of listening to her b***h. He hadn't gotten that violent with her lately, sort of out of some weird pact he'd been thinking on, but if she kept on keeping on he decided that some pacts were worth breaking. Once or twice anyway.
He rather unceremoniously dropped the unnamed Frei onto the futon that was serving as his bed, not caring if his head contacted with the tatami that lined the floor in place of hard wood or carpeting, and Ripley shook a bit as a numb sensation started to roll over his past-tired limbs. He didn't know how he'd managed to keep going this long without just breaking down and stopping entirely, but there was something inside his head that told him he couldn't relax just yet. It wasn't a voice of danger or reason, but it wasn't just a common suggestion either.
"Dammit Ripley, I said get that thing the hell out of here. I'm not letting it stay in the house if it did that to you."
The Sphinx Frei didn't have much time to himself in his thoughts before Rong Wei kicked open the door that he had closed, her short and stout frame filling the doorway with a very unhappy presnce. She had a cigarette in her mouth, a recent addition in the less than three minutes Ripley had been home, and her eyes were red with either drinking or fury. Personally and mostly likely it would have been a safe guess to say both, but Ripley was keeping his mouth shut. The woman looked rattled, almost an uneasy now as she'd been around him those first few months that he knocked some sense into her. If she was going to get this mouthy with him because he was trying to show her some respect. . . .well, whatever.
"Are you showing concern for me?"
"Hell no, for myself dammit, and my parents. If that freak wakes up and tries to kill us all so help me I will haunt your a** until kingdom come."
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 8:48 pm
Over the course of their journey together from the scene of the struggle to the warmth of his present surroundings, Basil had been drifting luxuriously between a state of semi-consciousness and perhaps the deepest sleep he had ever known short of perishing. Rainwater rendered his clothing heavy and uncomfortable, and there was an unmistakable stinging that radiated the width of his chest. If he hadn't known better, he'd might think someone had quite literally punched a hole through him! Now and again as if contributing to a conversation, the cobra would groan beneath his breath, an ooze of saliva and blood pooling at the corners of his mouth. For much of their expedition, the boy had chosen to remain limp upon the stranger's arm, feeling himself propelled through empty streets and at a loss for every desire save the need to rest his aching bones... One could only imagine the unique pleasure he received from exiting the unforgiving winds of the outdoors into a pleasantly warmed home to nourish his reptilian demands. He had only truly arrived at what passed for awareness after a very remorseless drop to a cushion below. He could only be thankful he had not been dropped fully upon the floor like a set of old house keys...
All the while he was certain he had heard voices. Contentious voices that bickered and cussed above him... For a moment it had nearly imbued him with a fresh sense of hope that perhaps he had finally arrived home! If there were ever one thing that his Genie enjoyed doing, it was arguing in precisely that tone. And yet, as elementary observation would tell him, it was not her tone... And this saddened him. His ears were detecting a very different pitch that assured him that there would be no case of mistaken identity. He was in a home, but not his home. With this realization to chew on, the boy rolled weakly upon his back, moaning as he did so. Given his options, noise-making seemed to be the only remedy that sufficiently relieved him of the distress he had felt at being dropped face-down upon his fresh wound. Ordinarily the thought of being in a new place to explore would have given the simple creature great joy, and stoke the flames of his precocious curiosity, but given all that he had experienced in only a few short days, Basil's fancies were overcome instead with fear and anxiety... His hands went protectively to his chest and his nostrils flared. He could handle no more...
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 6:06 pm
"You shouldn't be acting this way, not with how beaten up I am."
Ripley signed and tried to move one of his arms to rub his neck, stopping cold when a bolt of pain ran down the length of his half-formed torso. His whole body shivered with the sensation in a manner that he didn't like at all, and he gingerly shook his head to try to get rid of the aches. To his regret at doing so it only made him hurt worse, and he swore a bit under his breath as Rong Wei continued her verbal badgering of him. If he were not so tired he would have reached over and strangled her, the limit of his patience having run to nothing in the course of this day. Come to think of it. . . .no, he'd wonder why he was still so exhausted later, perhaps after he'd eaten his share of batteries in the house.
"And what makes you think I'd really care? You've done the same to me you piece of s**t, and probably will end up doing worse in the future. You're luck I just can't dump you off somewhere without that p***k who's a quack doc or something harping on me. I don't need his fairy a** on my case. If you so much as-"
"Shut up Harpy, he's awake and I'd rather not have a repeat of what happened on the street if he panics. Can you imagine what he'd be capable of against a human if he could do this to me?"
Rong Wei's face paled as she looked from Ripley down to the snake-thing on the ground that was acting a fool with all his motions, and she didn't even have to be told to leave the room before she departed and slammed the sliding door shut. The sound echoed loudly and caused Ripley to wince, his face turning in the direction of the noise with a hiss. If her whole idea of not freaking this thing out involved more loud noises then she was even more stupid than she appeared. A hard stretch, he knew, but possible.
There was silence for a moment or two as Ripley accessed the situation, floating so that he was between this freaked out Frei and the door. Should the need arise he'd simply leave and lock the other one in until the paniced and passed out from their wounds, though if this other Raevan was any smart he would remember that it was Ripley who tore him down and maybe he wouldn't try anything again.
"You awake?"
It hurt to talk, his jaw was aching.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 3:28 am
Disrupting the searing pain and suffocating anxiety, Basil came to endure a sudden, unexpected shudder of internal delight; a gasp leaving him at so much as the sound of a door slam to redefine the moment. For him, it was a most welcome sound that led his rune to pulse, and his hunger to flare. Silence didn't settle well for Basil. Silence was chaos for the restless... They were now alone together, the victor, and his wary captor, both in advanced stages of tension and injury. His eyes opened slowly to settle on the cloudy figure beside him.
In them, was an unmistakable gleam of mistrust like the red glint in the eyes of rats. In spite of the Sphynx's rather general inquiry, Basil himself offered no sensible reply at first save a lingering hiss. It was weak, and parched. His teeth felt strange and new, given the deadness of his mouth, his half-body coiling in anticipation of a struggle. Like any wounded animal, it was only natural that he desire to be left alone to heal, and regenerate. When sighting the red crust of blood beneath his nose, Cordelia had taken it upon herself only precious hours before to help him, by leading him to a fountain so as to avoid infection, only to find that the concepts of water and bathing were far from familiar to him... Few words described the situation more appropriately than complete and utter disaster. It was becoming apparent that the boy could count solely on Genevieve to know what was in his best interest, and without her, he was helpless to understand the nature of his condition, allowing his life to continue on much as it was bound to, in one string of reckless events to the next until a solution presented itself. It was no way to exist, but little could be done for a creature with such an inexplicable tendency to wander.
Unable to form the words for himself in his callow, babyish tongue, Basil instead relied on a different voice to express his wishes. An all too familiar voice taking on the identical characteristics of the other's...
"Move."
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 11:48 am
Ripley nearly rolled his eyes as her watched the antics of the other Raevan, it's pathetic attempts to make itself seem far more fierce considering the state it was in/ If Ripley was really as battered as he felt like he was then he knew this other certainly couldn't be any better seeing as Ripley had been the victor. ( It was not a draw, not in his mind anyway, since he came out on top and had to carry the other here. ) Now that the storm had passed the Frei was able to think more clearly, to actually take in the form of the figure that squirmed and writhed before him, and he was not really that impressed. Another snake was another snake after all, and Cordelia had seemed far more impressive.
"I see you're well enough to try and taunt me into teaching you another lesson, so I'll take that as a 'yes I'm awake' as well as a 'yes, I'm able to move'. Stop me if you think I'm being too forward in my assumptions."
Ripley groaned as he shifted himself from one position to another, his jaw opening in a small part as a thin hiss of pain escaped over his lips. The rush of the evening was wearing off and he was starting to gain a sensation he'd never felt before - a sensation he was not enjoying in the least. How could this other Frei move so easily, surely he must have been in the same amount of pain? Perhaps their make-up was different and he could absorb much more damage? There had been that last move the other had used, the one that had caused Ripley's ears to bleed and still possess flakes of dried blood against his flesh. He'd need to clean that out later, along with cleaning himself up, but that wasn't important. The real issue lay before him.
"Now, we're going to make this easy on you and me since neither of us are fit for another round of action. Do you understand? That's 'north and south' or 'east and west'."
As he spoke the words Ripley did the motion with his head, nodding and shaking it. It hurt like hell and he instantly regretted doing so, but at least he was communicating. If this Raevan was as stupid as he looked this was going to be difficult.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 9:41 pm
Basil was, suffice to say, thoroughly agitated and fomented in the face of present company. He was not interested in a fight. Not while his mouth felt so strange and he had not regained his full faculties. Not even if it would serve some refutable need. Only if that need were to become unavoidable, such as in the case of this arrogant other forcing his will upon him, much as he inadvertently seemed to be doing even now. And what a pity. It was the strong ones that ordinarily garnered Basil's reverence and affection.
Basil scowled. An unbecoming look for him. His eyes seemed to communicate an unpleasant understanding, but only briefly, the stolid black slivers glancing elsewhere moments into the "conversation". He bared his teeth somewhat, as if in reminder of the damage inflicted on the other's broad shoulder, and his lack of compunction towards initiating such a feat a second time. The foisting of his teeth accompanied his weary, grunt-laden attempts to move from his resting place. It was almost a dragging maneuver, like a dog with two broken legs, before he would regain a very weak float only inches from the ground, betraying his full height. This suited him fine. Basil was on the prowl for a feeding source now. The thrumming of a refrigerator or dishwasher perhaps...
Without regards for boundaries or etiquette, Basil was all too inclined to remove himself from the presence of the Egyptian, slowly drifting about the room; a divining rod in need of a pulse. He made a noise as if in complaint. More grumble than spoken word.
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