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 Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 8:58 pm
Well, with life returning to as normal as it could be after waking up, and having a lock nestled between her bosom, it was back to business as usual for Hel.
Well, that meant a variety of things really, but one thing in particular was the pursuit of more ToT knowledge. She also ‘owed’ another visit to Rage, especially after that night of Torture before all the craziness went down with the memories and what not. Eager to talk to the ghost, Hel was running to the Bird Park. She by passed the gate entirely and vaulted right over the fence, and then made her way towards the tree that held the nosiest birds.
Of course, since they were noisy…she had to be louder.
Hel slammed her fists on the tree trunk and stared up at the branches and leaves.
“OIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! RAGE!” The ghoul bellowed at the top of her lungs. “I WANT TO TALK TO YOU!”
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 9:08 pm
Disturbed by the loud ghoul and the fact that the tree holding their neats was disturbed, the birds there started to chirp and squawk even louder. A couple of birds were so disturbed and surprised that they fled their nests and peed their pants. However, since birds do not wear pants, it meant that they pooped in the air, their droppings falling to the ground like bombs from a tiny airplane. Or something.
"SHUT UP!" And at once, all the noise died down.
Oh yes. Rage was awake now. Awake and grumpier than usual since he was in the middle of a nap. A nice nap. He actually did not want to pay her any attention, but he supposed that he could give her effort marks. Staying where he was - hidden in the canopy of the tree - he replied, "Can't say that it's mutual, kid."
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Lucyal rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 9:17 pm
Quote: Drag said: Roll 1d10: If even Hel is covered in bird poop, if odd, she took cover …Of course Hel didn’t think about spooking the birds. Luckily, though, she somehow evaded all the bird pee and poo, dodging and weaving and back tracking. Once everything settled, and she was greeted by a familiar voice, she jogged back up to the base of the tree and stared up into the leaves. She grinned, not at all deterred by his reply. “Ya! But that is always the case…and in the end it is just easier to hear me out and humor me than try to lose me!” She laughed. “I want to talk to you about trick or treating more!”
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 9:38 pm
"And what's in it for me? Don't try to say that I'll be able to get rid of you - there are other ways for me to do that, and it'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me," Rage was giving her a chance to sell herself, at least, "You have 10 seconds, starting now."
[Convince Rage in under 10 words. Every word after that, you get pooped on once.]
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:13 pm
“Legacy. I will be the greatest, with your aid.”
Hel was still grinning, even as she made such a boast. A boast she’d be the best trick or treater ever. She also was pretty proud of herself for keeping it short.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 11:29 pm
"Like I said, I don't care about you, so that point is moot," A black bird was dropped from the top of the tree, landing on the ground beside Hel. A second later, it detonated with a loud squawk; the blast from it caused the leaves closest to the ground to rustle.
That was Rage for 'I am not convinced'.
"I leave my own legacy. There's no need for you," He snorted, unimpressed, "Anyway, don't you already have a mentor? Or, if what a little birdie told me was right, someone else already in the ToT business to bother? If I were to invest in anyone, it would be my own kids-" Specifically West and Danny, even though they can be dumb at times, "-not someone else's." He's not that generous.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 7:03 am
Ah well, she tried—
A black bird dropped and well, no one could blame Hel for diving around the other side of the tree, especially once it exploded. The reaper straightened and looked back up at the tree once more, and drummed her fingers on the bark in thought. Hrmmm…yeah, words were never her strong suit. “Hm? Oh, ya! I do have a mentor, and I am bothering someone else, but this is also about networking.” Because that was a thing, and even if Rage didn’t like her, she liked Rage. A lot. The violence, destruction, and explosions had a lot to do with it. It was also the ‘I do what I want’ attitude.
Wait…wait…
“…Rage….are you…tsundere?” Where Hel learned that, it would be a mystery, but odds pointed to the interwebs.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:00 am
"What does that even Jacking mean?" SR replied before quickly following it up with, "Actually I don't really care, so don't answer that." He just wants to get back to his nap.
"How about a little challenge then, kid?" He had appeared behind Hel, standing in her personal space with his hood obscuring his face like always. There were also several birds surrounding him, like he was some Disney princess, "Summon your weapon. I'll stand here, and you come at me with all you got. If you can break through part of my Fear shield and withstand my retaliation, I'll give you 5 minutes of my time. If you dissipate, you're out of my Jacking sight."
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Lucyal rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:04 am
Hel was about to open her mouth and answer him, until he dismissed it. Well, that’s okay, because soon enough he was down on the ground with her, up close and personal. Actually, she wasn’t sure why she should summon her weapon when he was so close to her, but hey, he said to do it and he issued her a challenge, which was the magic thing right there. “ACCEPTED!” Hel cried, and despite the fact that there was no distance between them to even make her weapon remotely useful, she summoned her spear.
The reaper then brought the weapon around it a quick and hard arc, much like a baseball bat that she was trying to slug at the ToTer.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:43 am
"Your movements are pretty slow," SR raised his hand to grab the spear by the shaft after it had hit him, holding it in place as he sighed, "And you should have taken a few steps back before attacking in order to utilize your weapon and strength. A reaper's weapon is one of the only things keeping them from being as Jacking useless as humans in combat, right?"
He tugged the spear towards him, keeping a firm grip on it before applying so much force that it sent cracks up the entire shaft. Within seconds, it was in pieces on the ground; the only intact piece left was the spear tip. Or rather, it would be if he didn't step on it, "You should take better care of it then, kid."
Punching Hel in the stomach in order to send her flying backwards towards the tree he was on, he made sure to use enough force to get her dissipated... He was being kind. She wouldn't have to know what broken ribs feel like for too long.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 1:05 pm
When Hel would reflect on this moment, she would realize that everything surrounding the breaking of her weapon was like a second thought. Rage’s words, were pretty much a blur, the punch, was pretty much a blur, the feeling of broken ribs, a blur, and the pain of hitting the tree with such force that she had dissipated, also a blur.
What had stood out, so clear, and truthfully, the most painful, was the fact that her spear was in pieces on the ground, and she couldn’t comprehend it.
The reaper reformed in the pumpkin patch some time later with a loud gasp, and even though she was still in pain, what injuries she still might be carrying were the furthest thing from her mind.
Her weapon.
Immediately, still in the pumpkin patch, Hel held out a hand to summon her weapon just like she always did.
Nothing.
It didn’t reappear.
She was second guessing and questioning, now, something that she had done as far back as she could remember, and that was second nature, just like breathing. She couldn’t comprehend it. Instead, the ghoul shot off, away from the pumpkin patch, and back to the Bird Park. Once more, she jumped the fence, ignoring the sting coming from her torso, and made her way back to the tree.
Hel immediately stilled, and stared down at the pieces of her weapon.
It was oddly quiet in the Bird Park right now…and Rage was no where to be found.
Probably for the best.
She held out her hand again, but nothing happened.
Nothing.
Hel dropped to her knees, and frantically started to collect all the pieces of her weapon.
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