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 Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 9:24 am
In the waning twilight of a normal Tuesday evening, when the sun was setting and sending streaks of orange and violet across the rapidly darkening sky and most of Destiny City had gone home to rest from a hard day's work, Celsus, Squire of Chronos, was in the middle of trying very hard not to get his a** kicked from here to next Tuesday.
"Really, now, you couldn't have chosen a more inopportune moment to come out?"
There was a snarling sound, a thump, and then a shriek of pain. The black, engorged form of what appeared to be some sort of shadowy, monstrous dog-like creature appeared in the opening of an alleyway, spitting. Following it was Celsus himself, swiping his fringe of red hair from his eyes.
The dog-youma gave a snarl and lunged forward, enormous paws slamming into his chest and sending him staggering backwards into the brick wall of the building behind him.
"Bloody hell - "
This was followed by a string of obscenities that, had their been a lady present, probably wouldn't have been released, but since he was alone, it was perfectly acceptable. Celsus pushed the youma away from him and stumbled back, breathing hard.
"You're an ugly git, you know that?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 10:07 am
Vesuvius was getting to be all over this superhero gig. He enjoyed the opportunity he had to kick some a** and take some names while preserving the safety of citizens of Destiny City. He was happy to go dashing about like a pirate all elegant with his plastic rapier. He was even getting better at following signatures, moving forward to help others like him. Something like the signature he was moving toward.
His experience with youma wasn't vast. In fact he'd only run into the suckers with Camelot and that was on something like his real first night out. Well now, this kind of language was what he liked to hear - manly, but not when ladies were present. That would be much too rude, oh my yes.
"Sounds like you could use a little help."
He dropped down neatly from not very high up using a flag pole line to help him swing down from the roof. Something could be said for knowing how to navigate the rigging of ships and how it helped in the day to day. His eyes settled on the youma and Vesuvius got serious. These things...they were abominations, not fit to exist. These monsters he had no trouble fighting on any day of the week and twice on Sunday.
"Though it's not really sporting to mock your prey, lad."
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 10:58 am
His sleeve was drenched, but really Celsus didn't really want to know if it was youma-drool he was now sporting, instead choosing to focus on the matter at hand - namely keeping the creature's jaws from clamping down over his face and attempting not to gag at the scent of its terrible, awful breath.
"Don't youma brush their teeth? Sheesh."
Still struggling to push the damn thing away from him, Celsus didn't even catch wind of the power struggle, mildly weaker than his own, until he heard a voice nearby, and saw a figure land a few feet away from him, a flash of light hair and the lilting swagger of a voice.
Celsus grinned in spite of his not-so-great situation.
"Better than being mocked," he said, and kicked out. This time his foot landed, and the creature was sent stumbling backwards, howling and spitting in indignation. Celsus stumbled forward at the abrupt relieving of pressure against his shoulders and smiled winningly at the newcomer.
"I'm more a fan of keeping things light than delving into the deeper angst that I'm sure these gits have. But, I could always use some help in getting rid of it. Bloody thing's been following me for fifteen minutes now."
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 10:00 am
"Are you trying to taunt it to death?"
Vesuvius was pretty sure of a few things. The first was that the youma, if intelligent at all, was probably not intelligent enough to understand the taunting. The second was that if it was smart enough to understand it was being made fun of it either wouldn't care or would just be all the more pissed off at his new young friend and would want to chomp himself a bit of Page in a bigger way. The last was that either way it was simply not good form to verbally victimize your prey while beating it to a pulp, monster or not.
"I don't think it's capable of taunting you back, lad."
But if he was made to help Vesuvius was certainly capable of that. These youma seemed to be plentiful and dangerous like that. He was all too happy to do his part to cull the population. If what Camelot said could be believed and these buggers were actually people once upon a time he figured he was doing them a favor putting them out of their misery since they couldn't be redeemed at this point.
His rapier wouldn't be much help and, indeed, hadn't really ever been so he never bothered to take it from its sheath. He hoped that things got better as he went along. Was there a cosmic general store out there somewhere where he could trade up Zelda style or was he stuck with this as a symbol more than a weapon?
He hadn't had a chance to ask Camelot much about that part before he called it a night. That had been a bit too much to take in.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 7:31 pm
Celsus was unfazed by the question. "Taunt it to death?" he repeated, with a cheerful grin, lifting one shoulder in a half sort of shrug as though he couldn't really care about something that had slobbered all over his shoulder. "If only it were that easy."
He gave a melodramatic sigh and twisted around, slamming the heel of his boot into the youma and sending it staggering backwards, snarling and spitting angrily. It gave a shriek of irritation and leapt towards the both of them, dragging huge black paws along the ground.
Celsus nimbly sidestepped it, then sighed again.
"It's actually getting a little tiresome. I can't very well just leave it here, but apparently I can't get it to just disappear, either, so it looks like I'll need a bit of assistance, should you be willing to give it."
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 12:00 pm
"So these are the monsters Camelot was telling me about. Nasty little buggers."
The youma snapped at him and he kicked it on reflex. They seemed to be toying with it more than urging it toward a final conclusion but seeing as this was Vesuvius' first encounter with the snarling things he felt he had a right to be just a touch unsure of himself. It was hard to imagine this thing as being human and didn't know what sort of corruption could bring someone to this.
With the adrenaline starting to pump into his body Vesuvius suddenly felt like he could do anything.
"I don't think it should be so hard. Camelot told me they aren't nearly so tough as they look."
Though to prove him wrong the youma barreled into the Page and knocked him to the ground resulting in a very unmanly yelp. That will teach him to be confident...He looked to Celsus for help.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 7:23 pm
"Ah, so you know Camelot then, do you?" asked Celsus brightly, throwing a punch towards the youma and then ducking as it swung a black fist towards him, feeling the air above his head ripple. "He was the first knight I met after I was awakened. He's a good sort of bloke, I'd say.
"And they're really not," he added, even as the other knight was knocked to the ground. Celsus leapt over a small pile of bricks and swung his leg out again, kicking the youma in the side. It crumpled away from the other, slouching off a few feet, and gave a hissing shriek of anger.
"Okay, so here's what we'll do," said Celsus, clapping his hands together thoughtfully. "You'll distract him by leading him to the left, and I'll come around back and hopefully finish him off. Sound good?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 9:31 am
Vesuvius laughed.
"He was the first one I met in this crazy race, too. Maybe he's the welcoming committee. He mentioned being married. A bit hard to imagine if I'm honest."
Flynn got to his feet and listened to the others instructions. It wasn't that he was afraid or even rubbish at fighting. It was more he was trying to wrap his head around the whole "monsters exist" thing. Well, and there was that touch of responsibility now that he knew these things existed. Ok, maybe he'd only fight youma. After all, getting rid of monsters could be fun and responsible, right?
But nothing else. Ever.
He kicked the youma in the leg and sprinted off a short distance to the left as suggested. Thankfully the creature didn't seem to realize it was being tricked and rushed right after, angry and vengeful. Vesuvius bashed it again with his fist this time, waiting for Celsus to do his thing.
"Seems like this one's ready to be dust now, lad."
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 1:23 pm
The youma was clearly riling up for a big finale, but Celsus wasn't bothered. "Camelot is married?" he said curiously, aiming a kick at the beast again as it howled in frustration and lurched sideways. "How very nice! It's always pleasant to see love in these times. Such a very rare occurrence as of late, wouldn't you say? People are too focused on other things."
The other ran down the alleyway a little, following the directions, and, thankfully, the youma was just as stupid as it looked. It followed him, and Celsus after it, sprinting in his boots.
"I'd say you're about right," he said cheerfully, and with a bright grin, he spun around, slamming the heel of his boot straight into the youma's head. It gave one last shriek of fury and then dissipated, exploding into dust. Celsus lowered his foot and wiped his brow with exaggeration.
"Phew!" he said. "Now that that's done..."
He stuck out a hand. "The name's Celsus and I happen to be Squire of Chronos. Thank you for your assistance."
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 4:05 pm
Putting aside the fact that something solid had just disintegrated to dust right before his eyes he was remarkably calm.
"I'm Vesuvius, Page of Pluto."
He shook the other's hand and knew why he felt like himself but a little more powerful. Squire, that must be the next step in his own crazy journey. He hoped by then, too, that his weapon would be a little more useful in the grand scheme of things. Not like the plastic he had.
"Chronos?"
It wasn't a planet he'd ever heard of. Of what little he knew he knew every knight he'd met before Celsus seemed to be from somewhere he'd heard of, a planet. This was something different. Chronos was a god of time or something in mythology if he remembered rightly.
"And you're welcome. Happy to help. Seems to be my lot in life now."
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