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 Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 4:09 pm
Donovan was taking a night off from the whole knight thing. He'd been busting his hump recently with dusting youma and running into all sorts of other powereds like him. He needed a night to drink, relax, and have some fun. He came from the bar but wasn't nearly as drunk as he might have been if only for the fact that he now knew what went bump in the night and didn't particularly feel like taking a cab. All in all he was actually reasonably sober but in not less of a merry mood for it. He even whistled a jaunty tune as he walked back to the apartment he shared with his cousin Marlin.
While powered down he couldn't feel auras. If he could, though, he'd have noticed the youma in an alley off to his left waiting for easy prey. He was just thinking about how he was freezing his bollocks off and how a nice hot shower would put him right right about now. He imagined a tropical island in the sun and the thought made him smile and want to sing the tune he was whistling earlier.
"Oh it's a damn fine day, the sun is at my back. There's a girl waiting for me with a nice big rack. We'll spend the night a-drinkin and we'll tell our tales when the morning comes again we'll all put up our sails!"
At least no one could say he was shy.
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 9:25 am
Tonight she was out late because of a late night practice session. Otherwise Meri wouldn't have been outside this late at night. But, once the college kids get going, they tend to make practice into a few hours long jam sessions. It really wasn't their fault! They just had a passion for music and hadn't been corrupted by the 'big, bad music corporations' that were just out to produce the same music day in and day out.
No, the woman with the pixie cut had so much fun with practice, but it had put her in quite the predicament. Being out this late had it's unsavory characters, drunks, thugs. However, she wasn't without her own means of protection. She had mace in her purse, she knew how to pick something up and use it as a bat to swing at her enemy. She knew where to hit a man if he tried anything. Even with all that, she wasn't easy walking down the streets, past alleyways at night. One hand clutched her purse to her side, the other gripped her pendant hard. More than likely leaving an imprint in the palm of her hand.
Her heels clicked on the side walk as she carefully avoided large cracks and whatever garbage was there. The steps, however, slowed down upon hearing someone singing a dreadful song. The person sounded drunk. Her hand held her purse against her a little bit tighter.ZaiaFantasy (I'm assuming you're playing youkai?)
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 1:47 pm
Flynn heard footsteps and turned his attention idly to where they came from. The girl that made them was pretty enough with her pixie cut and he had to stop and admire that beauty a moment. He was certainly a connoisseur of it, admiring more than his fair share of beauties from all over the world.
That was when he noticed the rat youma slinking up behind her.
It looked something like a rat was supposed to but twisted enough that the man knew it for what it really was. Unfortunately he was fast becoming a connoisseur of those things as well. He took off as a run toward her, not even thinking to power up but just to save her from the monster that probably wanted nothing more than to drain her energy and kill her.
"Miss, run toward me!"
Knowing that sounded insane even as he said it he really didn't have a choice. The youma hissed, realizing it had been spotted by someone who could potentially ruin its fun. It didn't seem happy about that and started scampering toward its prey.
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 1:59 pm
And crazy it did sound. The woman blinked a little, biting down on her bottom lip as she looked over at the one who'd called out to her. Originally, she wanted to say something and just walk a little faster, to get away from him. However, something hissed and slowly, ever so slowly, did she look over her shoulder at what she thought had been a rat.
A squeak left her and she hurried over, crossing the street. May as well do as he said, if he as willing to help. Her mind was in a daze and all she could do was slip behind the unknown man. "J-Just run away!" she exclaimed. And yet she wasn't taking her own advice. Fear was starting to grasp her, rendering her fairly useless. So much for her bravado she built up before she'd taken off for home. She backed herself against a building behind him. Honestly, Meri needed the support because she got the feeling this was going to be something she wouldn't forget.
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 2:48 pm
"Just run away."
Yes, that was what sane people did, people with some trembling sense of self preservation. Ever since he woke up as a knight he found himself charging into dangerous situations more and more to battle monsters he'd never known existed. Part of him, a large part, wondered if he'd somehow gone insane and this was the effects of psychiatric medicine. Either that or he was dead and this was some strange purgatory to try and earn his way into heaven. But if it was either he was pretty sure he'd never know with certainty.
He ran up between her and the rat, punting the thing a foot or two away with an angry squeak.
"You really should run," he cautioned. "These things are dangerous."
He searched for something to use now thinking of powering up when it was much too late to do so. There were watching eyes on him now and Camelot had warned him against letting people know who he really was. She seemed scared but could be someone dangerous in disguise. Though, credibly, the disguise was convincing. He wasn't going to be able to do this on his own. He needed a weapon.
"Just try to get to safety, Miss. I'll handle this."
The rat had other ideas as it pounced.
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 3:28 pm
Just run away? Just like that? Meri's brows knit together and she bit down on her bottom lip as she stood there. Her legs were shaking and she could hardly stand by herself because fear had gripped her so hard. Still, that rat thing was squeaking angrily and hissing and sh just swallowed and used this time to actually listen to someone who seemed to know what they were doing.
Slowly, her legs started working again and she let out a half whimper when the rat pounced. She had to calm down and get her wits about her. So, with one, big breath, Meri pushed off the building and ran down the street, the opposite direction of which she came first. She was heading back to campus. It was safe there. She could lock the doors behind her if she absolutely had to. It was evident that the man didn't want to run away, that he knew what the rat thing was and maybe had a way to kill it, but her insides were eating at her. Stopping once she was what she deemed 'a safe distance away' she ducked behind a sign from a little cafe that no one had picked up and watched.
Calling out to him would be a bad thing. It would distract him and he'd get hurt. Still, she couldn't just run inside. What if he got hurt? It'd be her fault and she'd feel so badly if she couldn't apologize and tend to the wound he got because she was too weak to defend herself.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 1:41 pm
There was squeaking and cursing coming from the alley she'd just left behind. Donovan looked frantically for a weapon while the little rat thing did it's best to try and steal the energy he had. It was horrible and he hated it, kicking and punching a little rat thing. It felt like animal abuse to a rabid squirrel or something. He knew it had to be done but that didn't make him feel any better about doing it.
After a struggle of a few minutes Vesuvius finally got the best of his youma opponent and left it wafting away as dust in the wind. The only saving grace was that the lady got away safely. The only bad part about it was, yet again, he didn't get to bask in his hero moment. What good was being a bloody hero when no one noticed or cared? It was enough to drive a man mad!
He was panting as he left the alley to lean against the wall to catch his breath. He'd probably never get used to watching that. He couldn't imagine a time when he would. His good mood was all but ruined as he stood there with his eyes closed processing what he'd just done. He wondered that since youma used to be people if what he did was something like murder, and shuddered.
"Oh, well...press on, old man. Press on."
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 8:52 pm
The squeaking and cursing were actually rather terrifying to a woman who knew what was causing it. She held her hands to her chest and swallowed thickly as she kept listening. It wasn't animal abuse. That thing was no longer an animal, it was clearly a demon from hell! Or... something.
Before she knew it, the squeaking and cursing stopped and her odd colored eyes opened so slowly, expecting to see that rat thing back in front of her before lunging at her face. This was not helping her fear of rats. Slowly, ever so slowly, she peaked out from behind that sign and saw...no one. There was no one there. Not the man, not the rat. Her brows knit together and a look of confusion swept over her. Slowly Meredith stood up and dusted herself off.
She cleared her throat before calling out to the guy that was just here. "H-hello...? Are you still there?" Are you still alive? She couldn't bring herself to ask that question. Meredith ran a hand through her short hair, mussing it up more than the running had before she headed back down the way she'd come. "Are you hurt?"
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 9:42 am
While he thought he was alone Donovan could give in to being winded and wounded. He was bent slightly over with a hand pressed to his side and his other hand bracing him against the stone wall. It wasn't as easy as he thought being someone's knight in shining (sort of) armor. Not that it would stop him if it hadn't before. It was just so bloody nice to feel useful after weeks, months, of patrolling without rescuing a damsel.
When he heard her calling he straightened right up and put on a brave face. He had to come out and face his damsel and be every bit the champion he wanted to be. Fake it until you make it, or something like that...
"Well hello there, my dear. Don't worry about me, nothing but scratches. How are you? Are you hurt? Shall I walk you home?"
He just couldn't shake being a gentleman and not just because Pappy would have popped him one if he'd even thought of being anything else. Even in death the man was still so much a part of who Donovan was, his grandfather's living legacy. He took Meredith's hand and leaned down to kiss it lightly. He'd feel better knowing she got home safely.
"And who might you be? I am Vesuvius, at your service."
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