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 Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 10:04 am
Vesuvius was a wee bit inebriated.
Ok, he was actually pretty buzzed and though powering up allowed him to focus a bit better he was not the guy he usually was with reflexes like a cat (or so he'd like to think). He was patrolling through downtown singing a bawdy tune, per usual, while powered up. Hey! This wasn't a job, persay. It was more like a duty he just happened to pick up and no one said he couldn't have any fun with it!
"Lass you do me wrong to pierce this arrow through my heart! I have loved you good and strong, my dear, right from the start! And if you warm my berth tonight I promise to be true. Lass the only wine I need comes from the fount of you!"
The song echoed down the street and to the alleyways. He wasn't exactly downtown - none of the best dive bars were there, but he was in town enough that every so often a car passed by and people either mocked or shouted catcalls at him. How often did one really see a pirate stumbling down the street intoxicated and singing? It was like a movie come to life, only in this instance it was a bad movie.
He didn't seem to notice, though, and brought out his play rapier, brandishing it like it was something more substantial than plastic. Parry, thrust, lunge, riposte! His senses perked, though, as he sensed something not good but about as strong as he was. At least his spidey sense still tingled when it was supposed to and though it cleared the haze a little bit it didn't break all the way through his night of ale.
He started off in the direction to investigate and possibly save the day.
Ivynian ((have I mentioned how sad I am that Bjorn went dark side?))
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 9:53 pm
Schörl had met more than one Eternal now, and more than once had her hunt interrupted by a teen-c**-hero because she was already spent or was outclassed in raw power. The quickest answer, without a promotion, more power, a better weapon, that she could tell from training was that of Starseeds. The rules were clear, no random running about yanking every civilian one came across. Nor enemy. That was fine, as far as she was concerned, since they ostensibly might have recruits among the populace, might have subjects and willing allies. But the fact remained that she needed to have something on hand in a pinch. So she'd found herself a poor sot drunken prep who'd been barflying with some friends, gone out from his bar for a smoke....and now was with her around a corner with her hand crackling and energized and sifting around in his chest. She'd broken his legs so he couldn't run. Her other hand was over his mouth to prevent his screaming. She hadn't actually seen this done before, other than when a General had a hand in her own. She didn't exactly know all the specifics of 'fish around and grab here', but she didn't mind hands on learning. Dudefella did and was thrashing a bit and crying. Then she felt the twinge and her spine crawled. Some order lackey must have picked up her trail. And.....was that them singing? She looked up and around, then craned out to look at the adjoining street from her corner. Another Renfaire prat and it was the wrong season. Colourful vest, open shirt....at least lacking hamburger. She called out, voice flat, "Tu me rends fou.*"
* You drive me crazy.ZaiaFantasy (( Then all the plots! Sadness and conflict = great fodder. ))
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 4:33 pm
Vesuvius felt her, too, as their paths approached one another. He wasn't intimidated by it, on the contrary. He was in much too good a mood to let himself be brought down or disturbed by the evening, even by the enemy.
When she called out to him he grinned and recognized the French she used. He'd taken a little in high school and was immersed every so often when he traveled abroad for work. In the end he knew enough to get by.
"Excuse Moi, Mademoiselle."
He bowed with a sweep of his arm, feeling whole and silly. He didn't know how he could have offended someone he didn't even know but that was hardly the point. He didn't know what she was doing but he was moving forward to be in a position to find out.
"Why don't you come join me, sweetheart! We will dance along the avenue together in style!"
He was feeling happily flirtatious tonight and didn't have a worry in the world.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 1:01 am
Her prey was whimpering, crawling away as quick as a army crawling would take them, probably not long before they passed out. And her experiment to fill out a lacking part of her training was incomplete. This was inefficient. "I don't dance when I'm on the job, sweetheart" She spat the last pet-term he'd seen to fobbing on her. "This is work time. Go crawl up another drinking hole until you fall out it's arse in the morning." "You're breaking my zen."
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 5:39 pm
"Hate to do that, darlin," he slurred, watching her suspiciously. Kind of hot for a bad guy, but then he guessed that was what made her more effective.
He seemed completely oblivious, or invulnerable, to her retorts. He also didn't appear to be wanting to leave. In fact, as she spoke Vesuvius kept getting closer step by step to where her poor victim needed help. He was blissfully unaware of a life hanging in the immediate balance, for now, but was growing less cheerful and more on edge by how this girl was acting. As his first Nega he wasn't sure the lows they were capable of yet.
Flirt seemed to be his default setting and he would not be put off so easily.
"Oh, come now. How can you say no when you look so nice and I'm so fun?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 10:25 am
Could he be more insistent? Schörl took a long, long breath. Ease. Ease and regroup. He is drunk, interrupting, but he could be a better experiment. The best of a bad situation, girlie. He was drunk, but it didn't mean he couldn't be dangerous. More if he knew drunken style, but wild hay-makers were every bit as bad to have to deal with. A wild fighter was completely unpredictable despite the huge openings they left in their defenses. And she didn't know what this clown was going to be bringing to bear. Other than his breath. Which seemed like enough to make a yak drunk by breathing at it. "Why not. Alright, pigeon, show a lady a good time if you can. Let's dance," She jump-flipped to close distance, aiming to kick him on her landing.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 12:43 pm
There were things Vesuvius could enjoy about being drunk. One: he rarely worried about anything. Two: he left his inhibitions at the door. Three: the world just seemed shinier when he was intoxicated. However, as he saw her kick flying toward him and his reflexes did not quite get him out of the way in time he was reminded that there were drawbacks to being drunk, too. Such as a reduced reaction time and really no coherent line of thought to be had.
He at least managed to turn and the kick landed on his hip. Not the best place to have it land but at least the bone did not break for it. It did make him angry, though, when she was intent on bring down his buzz and all he wanted was to enjoy the happy for a while longer. What was this chick's problem, anyway? Not enough action in the bedroom? He knew he got grumpy when he didn't have sex for a while but DAMN!
Thankfully he was too drunk to remember what Pappy said about never hitting a girl. Even though she started it those were words that he lived by. He couldn't hit her but he could damn sure restrain her a** from hitting him. Pappy never said anything about getting his a** handed to him for his trouble.
"Why is it all you bad guys want to do is fight? I appear and you just want to drop everything and try to fight me. It just seems like bad manners, not to mention very singularly minded."
He moved to grab her wrist, flipping her to the ground to keep her down and gain some leverage if he could. Much easier to stop her blows when she was limited by her movement.
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