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 Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 7:49 am
Uuni (and it was Uuni, for she hadn't quite come to terms with the name that kept repeating itself in her head) had been eating an absolutely amazing salami, cheese, and vinegar-drenched sandwich from the deli down the street.
Had.
Now, it was being held hostage. The perfectly toasted sourdough baguette bread rested on a concrete curb. One one side of that curb, there was Myrkviðr, feet planted on the concrete walkway in the middle of the day in destiny city. On the other side, there was a bush. A bush, and a creature sleek as glass, its inky maw dripping, and a pair of glowing eyes twitching between page and sandwich.
"Go on," Uuni was telling it. "It's yours now. And, you can't eat me. That's the deal."
Since arriving in destiny city, she'd learned that these creatures were called youma and that they were commonplace. The more humanistic they appeared, the smarter they were. Though not all of them behaved the way they should have, they had a tendency not to attack people who had good fashion. Unfortunately, the fuzzy outfit she wore to get to work quickly was exactly the kind of bad fashion that pissed these creatures off.
The first time she'd been attacked, she'd torn into the closest building, and stared out at the thing from a window. Then, she'd quickly powered down and went on her way. The extra speed just wasn't worth the extra crazy, and that was without factoring in all the strange stares she got.
"No," she was finding herself repeating. The animal had taken a step forwards, its tailless but wiggling as though it would pounce. "You stay there and eat it, and I'm just going to back away slowly."
It seemed unwilling to attack her when she was staring directly at it, so Uuni started to slowly backpedal. The b*****d probably didn't want her sandwich at all, but she wasn't going to risk picking it back up now.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 8:25 am
”Jeez, these things keep popping up everywhere,” Valhalla mumbled to himself, as he made his way towards what felt like the appearance of another youma. It was the second one he’d encountered that week, and while it was better than maybe twenty youma, he would rather there not be any.
But the scene he’d stumbled on was rather... peculiar. A girl was apparently trying to convince a youma to leave her alone in exchange for a... sandwich?
Not wanting to startle her or the youma, he approached her slowly. “Need some help?” he wondered with a grimace as the creature made some weird hissing noise, clearly not in the best of moods.
And when it made to lunge anyway, Valhalla pulled up his weapon, and a beam of green light had the monster diving face first into the ground, instead of up and at them.
“Woah, uh... Running would be good about now,” he suggested, keeping his eyes glued to the youma, watching as it flailed around on the ground in its attempt to get back up and failing.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 8:35 am
"A giant wall would be nice. Can you do that?" Apparently, shyness around strangers was not a trait instilled into the page. Take another step back.
"That's right, stay the--" Nope. Nope. It was jumping, and Myrkviðr wasn't going to stick around to do a heroic punch to its face. Instead, she dove across that sidewalk, into that bush, and rolled over. Most people might have looked back by now.
Uuni wasn't that stupid.
Apparently, her 'rescuer' was. As Uuni scrambled to her feet, she caught him staring at the youma.
"Let's go funny helmet man!" she yelled at him, taking his advice to heart. Running wasn't just good, it was happening. She was getting the heck out of dodge. And, when she did, she made an arcing loop by him to grab his wrist and drag him along with her.
Could they out-run it? Myrkviðr's eyes went scanning for an open door they could shut, lock, deadbolt, and be safe behind.
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 4:27 pm
Despite not being able to make a real wall form, he was pretty sure he could use his magic long enough to halt the monster’s movements... just enough to let them get away and regroup.
At least she was quite spirited, and Valhalla did his best not to stumble and fall as she grabbed his wrist to lead him away. “s**t, it’s fast,” he gasped as they rounded a corner of an alley. Apparently she was really looking for a place to escape to, but he knew they couldn’t just let a youma like that continue to wander the streets.
“Wait up,” he said, trying to tug at her hand with a pull of his wrist to get her attention. “It’s gonna go after someone else if I don’t get rid of it. I can give you cover long enough to get out of here, okay?” he offered, glancing over his shoulder at her with a small smile that was meant to be understanding and calming.
He was confident he could at least stall it. As for how strong it was, well, he wouldn’t know until he actually tried to dust it. There was no way he would hold it against her to want to get away, but he hoped he wouldn’t regret not asking her for help should the youma end up being too much for him. After all, his magic didn’t do much on its own. Kaelyndra I’m so so so so sorry for the wait. ;;
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 3:06 pm
Guine (( It's cool! /made you wait, too, in revenge!1111 ))
Not what she wanted to hear! It didn't help that his natural speed was quite a great deal faster than hers and it didn't take much to get the brunette winded.
Already, Myrkviðr's chest was heaving as he brought her to a jarring stop with a tug from his wrist. "It's coming after us!" she vehemently protested. This was no time to be heroic! (When was it a good time to be heroic?)
"Can't you just--" deep, long breaths "Reassess the situation from a safe place?"
The youma was booking it around the corner. Myrkviðr let out an unimpressed, overwhelmed, "s**t. ********. ********," and grabbed the metal lid off the nearest garbage can and tossed it at the youma's face. It would give her enough time to scramble to the end of the alleyway, check if any back doors were unlocked and look for a way out.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:19 pm
"I know that!" Valhalla nearly sputtered, not out of exasperation at her desire to get away, but because he didn't want to let her know he wasn't entirely sure what to do in this situation. No matter how much experience one could have, every youma seemed to come with different strengths and weaknesses. For now, he was more determined to keep this less experienced knight from being maimed or worse.
He'd lifted up his compass the moment the creature came around the corner, but the young woman was faster and had the youma halting with a loud clang of the garbage can, leaving Valhalla to duck and cover from the flying debris. He would rather not explain why he had banana peels in his hair once he got home.
"Once you find a safe place, I might reconsider, but for the time being..." he called over his shoulder, straightening back up so he could try and keep the youma at bay. A quick blast of magic should at least have it stumbling around for a few more moments. Hopefully long enough for the young woman to get to safety.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:56 pm
Guine (( I will raise that bet! ))
"You don't have to ask twice!" Technically, that might have been twice. Not the point!
Rushing down the alleyway, the brunette all but threw herself at the side doors. Sweaty hands were pulling, jangling, twisting knobs and kicking doors.
No good, no good.
Aha.
Myrkviðr locked eyes with a startled chef, his white bib greased and a plastic bag in hand. "Throw that away later," she told him, "You're in my way." The brunette charged in to the open kitchen doorway, cook and all, and the door made a horrible screeching sound as it slammed close.
That should be safe enough.
"Hey, lady--" the cook began. Myrkviðr was too busy pressing her ear against the door-frame to care. Had Valhalla gotten eaten yet? The man said something louder, but seemed too unnerved to yet take physical action against her.
"Holy s**t, shut up. Go cook something. Or call the cops. You know, useful things."
That was definitely the sound of a pissed off youma outside. Good sign? Bad sign?
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 6:37 pm
Valhalla continued jumping backwards each time the page tried a new door, hoping she'd find a way inside and out of harm's way, all the while keeping the youma as much at bay as he could. His magic didn't really do much other than make the monster stumble around, its attempted movements thrown into reverse, but it was all just a huge stall.
A huge stall that would hopefully get both himself and the page out of danger.
Sure enough, the woman seemed to find a way into one of the doors, pushing the other man out of the way and-- Shutting it?!
"H-hey!!" he called, nearly getting clobbered as a very irritated youma thrashed around the alley, knocking trash cans and dumpsters around. Valhalla barely got away from being pinned against the alley wall as a dumpster came sliding his way. Maybe... maybe she was getting a weapon of some sort. A broom or hell, knives! Anything would work! Anything would be better than his dinky magic.
Trapped between the end of the alley and the youma, it seemed that Valhalla had no choice but to finally try out his knight magic. It seemed kind of ridiculous that he hadn't even tried it before, but seeing as the magic he was used to was typically enough, he had no reason to experiment. Luckily for him, it wasn't a traumatizing experience like others' more powerful attacks. It definitely worked like the previous magic he'd used, but all of a sudden the youma was floored, as if it was too dizzy to remain on its feet. It let out screeches of contempt, but couldn't seem to get up with enough balance.
Since it didn't seem as though he'd be getting much help from the other knight... or maybe she got caught up looking for help? Valhalla reached for a garbage can of his own to throw at the creature. A few whacks like that was enough to have it poofing in a cloud of dust.
He let out a heavy sigh of relief and turned to lift a hand to knock on the door the woman had gone through, trying not to look too upset that he was rather disheveled by this point. Hopefully the garbage would disappear from his outfit by the next time he powered up. Kaelyndra I'm ready to wrap it up if you are! <3
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 6:56 pm
Could youma knock?
Myrkviðr took a deep breath and counted to three. There were no continued sounds from outside. The latch on the door clicked, and it just peeked open.
Pink flesh, green clothes, miracle of all miracles! The door swung wide.
"You smell awful." It was either her way of telling him she was glad he was alive, or stating the obvious. It was hard to tell, really.
The brunette stepped out, eyes traveling down the length of the alleyway. There was nothing but dust. No youma. What? Where did it go?
Icy blue eyes flicked bag to focus on her helmet-wearing friend. "So, uh, what did you do with it?"
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 8:16 am
”I’ll shower later,” he let out a sigh of relief to see that she was still safe. If it had been up to him, he would have avoided getting covered in trash at all costs, but there wasn’t much he could do about that.
As for what he’d done...
“Uh...” he hesitated, glancing down at the gyrocompass in his hand. “If you hit them hard enough, they turn into dust,” he explained, turning towards the lingering pile in the alley. “Just... kept it distracted with my magic long enough to get a good hit in.”
He paused and smiled at her, not wanting her to feel left out. “You’ll get your own magic when you get a little more experience. All knights do... I’m Valhalla... I’m guessing you’re a knight of Jupiter too?” he asked, nodding towards the symbol on her clothing.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 8:43 am
Dust. Of course. That was the only logical conclusion.
Myrkviðr eyed the Knight suspiciously, but had no evidence for rebuttal. There were no dead youma bodies littering the streets. Self-cremation. Lucky bastards.
"That's comforting." If, you know, she managed to live that long. Experience wasn't the kind of thing Myrkviðr was looking forwards to getting.
When he pointed, the brunette glanced down. It looked like an a**-backwards number four, to her. That was the symbol for Jupiter.
"Guess so." There was a shrug, and she leaned back into the kitchen. "I'm Myrkviðr." She did not offer him a hand. Ew.
A glance was passed over her shoulder. "Listen, I'd love to stay and chat, but I don't want that guy to get any ideas with the knives." Also, Valhalla was not smelling any less like a walking trash can. While it might be a wonderful deterrent for youma and enemies, it also worked on her.
"I'll catch you around." Hopefully, in slightly better circumstances. For now, however, her stomach was grumbling, and it was lunch time.
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