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 Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 3:22 pm
Another of the runs had gone bad, but at least the knights involved had had enough time to ollie-out to their respective Wonders with the supplies in hand. It meant that they wouldn't have those goods for at least another week. It also meant that there were cascading searches out from the epicenter of the skirmish.
Searches in a small part of countryside that was too close to some bolt holes for comfort.
There was no use killing the search parties, some Captains with some Youma, because the lack of report or return as neatly said 'there's something here' as if the searchers had reported back while alive. They had to be drawn off before being gotten rid of. And that was just another job of the Guard. Nærøyfjord was happy to have a Mauvian along, especially one so fluffy and strangely lacking in the tail department. It meant that the enemy pack, from the feel of them a Captain, youma and Lieutenant, was forced double to focus on tracking in a more traditional sense. They had to listen to the sounds of his moving through the forest brush, the glimpses of grey fur and Earth uniform, and his and ********* taunts tossed into the air at intervals.
For right then, he was resting after another sprint, hidden in the hollow of a great Blue Spruce planting that mist have once been a part of some abandoned Christmas Tree Farm gone to wilderness. He couldn't hear the pursuit himself, but he could feel them maybe one or two fields away, also paused. They might be in the Douglas Firs or 6ft-9ft Concolor Firs. He looked to the Mauvian with him, "Can you hear them?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 7:14 pm
It was tricky to concentrate upon suppressing energies while trying to also keep her senses at their best. It was an easy enough explanation for why she ended up with kitty migraines.
However, ********* wouldn't complain about such things. What she did was necessary to ensure the safety of the ones remaining to defend Order.
Her steed for the day was of a rather impressive stature. Rather tall, solidly built, and an excellent prototype for a soldier. He seemed more sturdy than swift, but none should underestimate any single being in this war.
Her ears were perked up as tall as they could go as she seemed to concentrate. Whether she was concentrating upon her ears, or upon dampening the aura. However, her voice was hushed as she replied to her current ally.
"Vaguely... it is hard to hear them though..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 12:31 pm
"Maybe our pine is in the way. Maybe you can see them...but you shouldn't be climbing. " It was too much risk of her getting left behind if the enemy was right on them if she wasn't in some body nearness to him. And climbing was like walking and maybe took too much concentration away from aura-magicy-go-away feels that Mauvians managed. He shifted to look out a tiny hole of foliage, moving a branch slightly to look out into the growing purple-grey of falling dusk that made every edge indistinct. " I can't see out so far...It is too dim. The far trees are just...green black mass." "Cats have good night eyes, ja? Maybe I can hold you somewhere to look? " Quote: She'll have to suggest the innovation of using the hammer =) ********* got the brains for this operation, lol
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:33 pm
The cat's eyes briefly flickered about before eventually casting a look to the knight's weapon.
"...yes... excellent eyesight in the dark..."
Her small body huddled up against the man's neck as she seemed to consider the options. Climbing on either Nærøyfjord's part or her own would likely bring too much attention to themselves. The trees would possibly buckle under Nærøyfjord's size.
"...your weapon... how long is it... estimated?" she asked as she continued to ponder the matter further.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 4:48 am
Nærøyfjord considered, eyeing up the thing at first. He set it down so that the head of it was level on the pine-needle carpet and the counterweight double wurm head grimacing at them both.
Then enacting the time-honored measuring method involving flatting his hand on the horn arches of the wurms and tracing the level path to a place on his chest he gave an estimate, "Maybe a little over six feet...maybe 74 inches? Unless you mean the hammer head itself and not the whole thing. "
"Is that good or bad?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 7:07 pm
The cat briefly considered the measurement before carefully raising to all four paws. Slowly, in a very calculated manner, she moved down the man's broad chest until she did a small hop onto the wurm's head.
Upon her new weaponized throne, the feline set her tailless rump down.
"...okay... pick the weapon up carefully... try to keep it steady so I don't fall off..." Despite the amount of concentration she seemed to be maintaining, a smile couldn't help but slip onto her maw.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 2:39 pm
It was...good? Navigating onto it was a positive that it was helpful, right? The directives were easy to understand if a little more difficult to enact. Balancing a cat on a hammer, even a very large hammer with a small cat, reminded the knight a little of circus acts involving cream pies and tall sticks.
He didn't want to drop ********* like a cream pie, not on his face or through the tree branches.
Which meant he was absolutely going to raise the hammer perfectly. still. It felt like it took twenty minutes instead of a handful of breaths, but he led the thing up to full extension in the tangles of tree. Nærøyfjord was definitely sweating. How long would she want to look around? What would she see? What if pursuit was really close- would they spot the little grey-white whiskery face in the treetops?
She didn't even have a tail to send signal down over the edge of the metal.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 7:30 pm
There was a good chance that ********* claws might have poked out briefly to cling onto the weapon as it started to get lifted up. However, she still remained rather poised as she slowly rose up into the air. Once she was able to see further out, her green eyes narrowed as she gave the area a visual sweep.
There were some minor limitations, and soon enough it seemed as if the tailless cat was attempting to become an owl with how she attempted to turn her head all the way around on her neck.
No, your neck doesn't turn that way... she eventually reminded herself as her neck seemed to cramp up.
Rather than admit defeat, she began to span across the landscape again in the opposite direction. When her head was facing the northeast she finally managed to note something.
She could have called down to the man holding her in the air, but instead, she poked out her claws again.
Delicately, she tapped at the wurm's head, in an effort to make a small, but hopefully noticeable sound to get Nærøyfjord's attention.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 7:35 pm
Thankfully, Nærøyfjord was staring up, straining eyes and attention between auric feeling and trying desperately to keep weapon held steadily at the extended length of itself and his arms. There were little vibrations coming through the haft, rhythmic, though if ther ewas a pattern he couldn't catch it. He did catch the slight shifts left by motion to the eyes. Colour and light aside, the eye was good for catching motion.
He carefully brought the Hammer back down, Don't tip, don't spill, don't tipdon'tspill
Until the haft touched the pine needles and there was a cat on the hammerhead now quite visible again. "Ja?"
Specific questions were useless reiteration of the whole point of putting her up there. She's tell him what was up and what was important.
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