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 Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 8:45 pm
It was a lovely, sunny day. Nothing could be more PERFECT!
Okay that was a downright and disgusting lie.
Not only did Etto have to deliver this STUPID letter to these STUPID crazy burrowing shrews (why on earth he took a job that involved trekking through Hallowmarl he had no idea), but it had to be at least a million and five degrees out (it was entirely truth, Etto's sense of temperature was perfect). It was dry enough to spontaneously light him on fire if he stood still for too long, there was nothing to drink or eat (he had foolishly forgotten his water cache at his last 'safehouse'. DumbdumbdumbWHY ARE YOU SO DUMB?!) it had to be midday by now, he was probably walking in circles, lost forever to this cursed land. His eyes were drying out as well as his throat, he swore he felt his tongue was swelling in his mouth. Death was SURELY soon to come. Oh the humanity of it! He! A grand assass-... uh.... courier! Defeated by the harsh realities of climate! Oh he felt it! His bones were growing weak. Or was that your muscles that grew weak first? Or maybe your hearing?
Anyways it was hot and dry and he was hungry and it was all for a stupid letter and OH THE HORRORS THERE WAS SAND IN HIS SHOES. IT FELT LIKE THE TINY GRAINS OF SUN-BAKED EVIL INCARNATE WERE SLOWLY GNAWING THROUGH HIS TOESIES.
Um... toes.
Yeah. He meant to say toes.
And because there was no one to hear (as far as he could tell) Etto was sure to voice all of these complaints.
Loudly. All at once. So quickly all of the vowels and consonents merged to form one, long, drawn out
"Wa-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH."
With a nice theatrical shoulder-sag and totally attractive facial expression to go with it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 9:07 pm
Leandar prowled to desert. Since starting the Hallowmarl Court, it was typical of the wildcat to patrol the desert, a small portion anyway, everyday. As he was walking the cat spied a seemingly distraught traveller. At least Leandar assumed the animal wasn't from Hallowmarl; he was simply wearing far too much clothing. Moving in to take a closer look, he hailed Etto; "Hello mate, are you alright?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 9:20 pm
Etto quirked a wary eyebrow at the sudden appearance. When did that cat show up? Was he wallowing that deeply in self-pity?
Speaking of which, what right did that guy have to just waltz up and pull him out of his pity-puddle?! The NERVE!
The ferret bristled slightly before responding, eyebrows furrowed juuust about as low as deemed physically possible.
"Alright? Oh I'm just peachy. Peachy-keen you know? I'm SO /GLAD/ I took this hit, with all this sun, coming down, baking everything. And this sand. This SAND. ALL OF THIS SAND. THERE IS SAND IN MY BOOTS. THERE IS SAND IN MY EYES. THERE IS SAND IN MY FUR, IN MY EARS. THERE IS PROBABLY EVEN SAND UP MY-"
(oh Etto how could you use that language? You're lucky it's censored for the poor children!)
But yes, he was flinging some of said sand (not really watching where it was going) as he stated his argument.
Um... proved his point?
Alright he was throwing a grand flailing tantrum.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 9:40 pm
Leandar backed up a step, looking about it as he did so. There was no other trail of footprints in the sand, which meant Etto was alone. It had been quite sometime since he had last fought, and that fight was before he picked up the bow and arrow. To say the least, Leandar was eager to test his skills. However being the kind and somewhat pacifistic feline he was, Leandar was hesitant to attack Etto outright.
However if he was looking for trouble, Etto found it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 9:57 pm
To be honest, all Etto figured he found was someone to whine at.
Incessantly.
Which he was doing QUITE well thank you.
Until he realized something.
"What are YOU doing here anyways?"
Oh yes. And with a pose like he owned the place. Because clearly, Etto owned this territory. He obviously knew it so well, including what times to travel and how to dress and everything.
Yep.
Though to be honest, in his head, it had been more meant as a 'why are you bothering me shouldn't you not care?' kind of question.
But eh. He was uncomfortable and itchy and had sand in more places than he could count and he just wasn't in the mood to put on that lovely charm he usually carried so well.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 10:18 pm
Leandar's supply of patience was running dry, and his hand moved his bow into Etto's line of sight. The feline was less chipper, his demeanor more serious, but not necessarily hostile. Leandar was simply acting as a wall, protecting Hallowmarl from danger. Deciding it would be best to simply ignore his fellow animal, Leandar notched an arrow, and spoke "continue on your way or be slain where you stand."  HP: 16/16 MP: 6/6
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 10:46 pm
Uh... what did that cat just say?
"Uh.... what did you just say?"
Was he getting ordered around by some splotchy feline with an attitude problem?
Okay so maybe he was also calling the kettle black, just a bit. BUT STILL.
He was having a crappy day. His paws were all gross. He was PROBABLY late. AND he was getting threatened?
He was not going to stand for this! THIS- THIS-
... He'd figure out a word for it later.
Right now, it was time to defend his vanity! No wait... um. Pride. No- um. Dignity! That's right!
Dignity!
Awesome clothes? Check. Funny, gnarled glowy thing still properly hidden in his pack? Check. Sand out of boots? No. But he'd fix that later.
Right now? It was go-time.
He barred his teeth slightly, hunching up on all fours, beginning to jump back and forth, back end of him moving almost completely separately from the front. Let's see that crazed cat try and aim a pointy stick on a string at a MOVING target.
"Might want to make sure you're pointing that the right way amico. Wouldn't want to take your OWN eye out."  (I realize this is concealed. I am posting it NOW so that I don't forget, so it is only OOC knowledge. Because come time to use it, I will forget. If this is wrong I'll take it out) (Princedave's 2cents: You're perfectly welcome to post concealed items! You just don't have to :>)
(Okay. :> Noted for next time. )HP: 14/14 MP: 8/8
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 10:27 am
Leandar grinned, "why don't we just see who leaves with one less eye than they came with." The felines eyes focused on their target, and his hands obliged, following his mental command, shooting the arrow at Etto. Following his attack, Leandar would ready himself to dodge should Etto himself manage to escape his attack. - - Physical Attack  - - HP : 16/16 MP : 6/6
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wolfspectre13 generated a random number between
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 4:30 pm
Using 'smell of fear' species ability. One is heads, two is tails.
Result- Successful dodge. Attack nullified. Response in attack post.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 5:41 pm
Etto sprung to the side, as the arrow buried itself in the sandy ground.
He shook his body, tail bristling until it vaguely resembled a cleaning brush.
So the cat DID mean business then?
Well HE could mean business too.
AND he had a lucky... thingamabob! He wasn't really sure what it did, but it had to be lucky because he had gotten it from that rotting badger and he was still alive right?
So there was something to be said for it, at the very least.
He shook out his boots a bit behind him, much like a cat with tape on its paws, before darting around in a circle, looking for a proper opening.
Or maybe just getting in a few laps for the day?
You could never be sure with Etto.
Though he could be sure that as he jumped one way, he let his body twist in the other direction, striking with a quick clawed paw at an angle that he TOTALLY hadn't been going a moment before.
Of course, he was just as quickly jerked away by the momentum of his butt, that was still traveling in his original direction. We just won't mention that part.HP: 14/14 MP: 8/8
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 7:44 pm
Leandar dodged Etto's attack, but had no retaliation to show. The wildcat would do nothing, focusing on the lessons he had learned Leandar forced a greater distance between his opponent and himself. - -  Taking no action - - HP: 16/16 MP: 6/6
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 8:42 pm
Was that darned crazy cat AIMING?
With an arrow?
A long ranged weapon?
Why the hell-
Oh well it wasn't time for Etto to ask questions.
It was time for him to pound the pavement. Or er... sand.
TOWARDS the cat.
He did so sliding in a zig-zag pattern, barreling forward and leaping into a roll at the last second, first front and then to the side (in hopes of avoiding an arrow STRAIGHT TO THE FACE), sliding to flank the cat (well sort of, he was bad at that whole aiming thing) and using the momentum to make contact, gnashing his little teeth, tail still brushy. With any luck, he'd gotten too close to have the bow and arrow combo be effective.
HP: 14/14
MP: 8/8
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 8:54 pm
Leandar answered with most well-calculated and decisive move he could. The wildcat answered Etto's bite with a strong hook to the face, following a shift turn of the hip, a still-attached Etto came flying closer. It was the wildcat's dream that the fist connect to the face, this battle had just begun though. - - Physical Attack + 1 Take Aim - - HP 14/16 MP 6/6
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 10:01 pm
"ACH! MY NBOSE!"
Etto dug his paws into the ground, letting go of the wildcat so he could better cover his face with his forepaws.
His poor beautiful face! How could someone hit that?! Really?
So, despite the fact that he was gonna have an AWESOME shiner when he got into the main parts of Hallowmarl, Etto shook off the punch to the face.
Alright no he didn't he rubbed at his nose with a whine, trying to stifle what he was sure was blood before crouching down, teeth barred and now a little more menacing, seeing as they were tinted slightly red.
So... face hitting was allowed?
Well then Etto would just have to aim below the belt.
Which meant he circled a bit before zig-zagging again, low to the ground and running first towards the side of the cat, then towards the front, before rolling and aiming up, snapping at and hoping to bite down onto the poor unsuspecting cat's tail.
Well... unsuspecting of THAT maneuver anyways.
Classy Etto.
HP: 9/14
MP: 8/8
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