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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2017 11:38 pm
Jumpy after his recent encounter with the Code, Paris was feeling more and more dejected from the cause of the knights he was supposedly to serve. Order was so one sides and it all seemed so contrived to just think of chaos as evil and something to seek the end of on a cosmic level. Even if they could, to what end would that be? It was disheartening. Grousing, the squire adjusted his helm and looked up at the sky, wondering if perhaps he’d taken the wrong course of action. He felt the youma nearby but his usual fear was gone, and in it’s place was a resigned apathy. Another knight was near too but- Paris just didn’t feel a need to ask for aid to hunt the youma. Perhaps this should have been a cause of concern yet he couldn’t care, not even when he heard a scream.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2017 9:17 am
The scream had been enough to alert Mamertine, who was far less apathetic when he felt he had a duty to fulfill. He made his way to the youma even as some poor, helpless couple frantically ran from it.
The youma was larger than he anticipated, and he didn’t blame the couple for running. He hadn’t seen enough to really know what they were, but he knew that like any feral beast it needed to be put down.
Only, he had an extremely limited arsenal and he doubted his gavel was going to be enough to stop it, but that hardly mattered when it was barreling towards him, anyway.
It looked like an armadillo, only it was the size of Great Dane and had twisted spikes protruding from its shell. And, when it swung its tail at him, it send him flying through the air—straight towards Paris.iStoleYurVamps Let me know if this is okay! I can edit if it doesn't work!
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2017 8:55 pm
Paris, it should be noted, was not large by any means. He was also not small, but he was one thing- bony. All gangly limbs and actual bones on his outfit did not help his image at all. So when a body came flying at him and crashed into him, Paris winced because there was just nothing to take the impact of the body, or his hitting the wall behind him. All he could managed was a loud 'DOOF' of air escaping him before he was scrambling to get up, (slightly in pain). "Ow I-" He had to adjust his helm before he caught sight of the youma. "Oh no." "Oh No." "OH NO." He summoned his skull and held it up. "I- I- Oh man please tell you have a weapon." Paris just had a skull. Granted his spewed poison but it was still, just a skull.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2017 11:19 pm
Mamertine grunted when he slammed into Paris and rolled away from him as best he could. He wasn’t used to full body pain like that and it took the wind out of him for a good few seconds. He managed to make his way to his hands and knees and then push himself up.
His gavel was still in his hand and he looked at it, looked at the knight next to him, and shrugged. In the brief seconds he had to examine what Paris had summoned, he could only conclude that the skul was the best thing he had to use. “Is that all you’ve got?” he asked, but his attention was torn from Paris and the skull as the youma let out a hideous screech and began to barrel towards them.
It wasn’t like they didn’t have time to move; Mamertine leapt to one side, assuming Paris would do the same.
The youma had too much momentum to stop; it was going to slam into something.
If it wasn’t them, it would be the wall, and that might have been the best weapon either of them had to rely on.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2017 12:44 am
Paris did his best, (as he always did), to try and gather the much needed courage to use his weapon. It was poison, noxious and harmful and it hurt his senses but would it kill? No. Would it make him regret everything? Yes, yes it would. "I-I-I-" Stammering as he tried to answer the older man, Paris almost didn't bother dodging. Almost being the key word, as last second, he noticed the youma getting too close too fast and with a yelp, rolled out of the way, dropping his skull in the process. Which also chose to let out the sudden waves of toxic gas that burned at Paris's senses. He bared was able to choke out a "SORRY" before coughing. Meanwhile, the youma ran into the wall with a very satisfying 'crunch'.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2017 7:21 pm
The fumes that began to seep from the skull made Mamertine recoil; he could see Paris coughing and didn’t want any part of that. His eyes were partly on the other Knight and partly on the youma who seemed dazed enough that it was tripping over itself. He didn’t know if youma could sustain brain damage, but if they could have, he was certain this one didn’t have much left going for it.
He raised a sleeve to cover his nose and mouth and, while it was distracted, tried to get in a few more blows so they could just dust the damned thing.
“Are you all right?” he called to Paris, voice muffled from the fabric at his face. The youma wasn’t struggling as he kicked it, and he couldn’t tell if it was the smoke or his imagination or any sort of reality, but it almost seemed like parts of the youma was turning to ash and fading away already.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2017 12:26 am
Paris coughed harder, hand on the skull, forcing himself to just hold his breath best he could too keep the jaw open while the youma began to soft of get impacted. Then? Slowly, he saw parts of it begin to turn to dust. Dying from the inside and the attacks the other knight was inflicting. Eyes burning, eventually Paris was forced to relent, shutting the jaw and darting from the mist, breathing deeply of the clean air the moment he could, (hacking up a lung aside). He gave a thumbs up as the youma finally gave a violent shudder and collapsed into a pile of dust.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 8:13 am
When Mamertine was convinced the youma was gone, he breathed a long sigh and relaxed a bit. He was in better condition than Paris—or, at least, he assumed he was, even if only because he could breathe.
He hadn’t run into many Knights, much less those that were stronger than him, so naturally he was curious—and also not one to waste time. “That smoke,” he said, glancing at the skull Paris had been wielding. “How is it doing that?”
What was it doing?
Being a Page alone was probably indication that Mamertine didn’t have much experience while being powered, but he tended to not speak to others as much as he could have. But then, most of them weren’t using magic in front of him, so he wasn’t going to waste an opportunity to learn about it.
Paris had already said he was all right, and though Mamertine wasn’t sure he trusted him about that, he wasn’t going to pry or be forceful about the man’s well being. He waited, just in case he changed his mind about the status of his health.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 3:06 pm
A final cough and Paris took the time to look and examine his ally of the Evening. He had asked a question, but Paris was more curious about the other's outfit. That was certainly a color scheme he didn't see everyday. "Oh erm." He paused, holding up the skull, carefil to keep it's jaw firmly shut. "Well, this is my weapon and that was it's magic? Or my magic I guess. You can't use it. I think." Not that any would want to. After all, self inflicted magical toxins were no fun. He coughed again. "I'm Paris by the way. I.. don't think we're the same planet though." Paris was too dark, had too somber of colors. Plus different symbols. "But thanks for helping beat up the youma. My magic isn't very good for that and the skull is-" It was a human skull."It can break. Being bone and all."
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 8:54 pm
Mamertine found himself nodding despite the fact that he wasn’t entirely sure he followed. The basics were simple enough, it was the why that eluded him.
Why would anyone think a skull was a weapon? Why did his own weapon seem to poison him?
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Paris. I am Mamertine,” he gestured to himself, and added, “Of Pluto. I don’t know enough about the other planets to accurately identify whichever you are aligned with, though.”
The symbols of the planets had never really been something he’d ever needed to know until now.
Paris’ continued coughing was enough to warrant some concern; he asked, “Do you need to sit down or something? Shall I escort you to a hospital, or…?” His voice tapered away, allowing Paris to draw his own conclusion on Mamertine’s request. He didn’t know if the other Knight was used to responses like this from his magic or if it was enough to be alarmed about.
Though, he was carrying around a human skull, by his own desire or otherwise. He wondered how much there was to be alarmed about when that was the weapon he’d been granted.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 9:46 pm
Paris gave the best smile he could about the whole situation. Which was a slightly pained one. "Saturn. My um. Alignment? Thing? I guess? My wonder is a series of catacombs and well- it's a lot of symbolism I think? But yeah. Death seems to be Saturn's pattern. No idea about Pluto though mythological wise it should be death." It was weird. Another cough he waved his hand. "It's nice to meet you though. I'm fine. The fog is just um-" he hacked again, hitting his chest a final time, "-toxic. Not deadly for us, just annoying. Um-" Paris shuffled in place. "I'm just glad you didn't get caught in it. It reeks usually."
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 7:14 am
Mamertine processed the information quickly enough and nodded. Paris’ Wonder didn’t sound particularly appealing and it didn’t make him want to head to Pluto to see his own. He simply shrugged on the matter; he didn’t care much for mythology or symbolism.
“It looks annoying,” he replied easily. “But you should probably take it easy for the rest of the night. Regardless of toxicity, that can’t be easy on your body. And you took a beating back there.” He gestured towards where the youma had been. “You’re may be young, but you’re not invulnerable. I don’t plan on staying out for much longer, but I’d feel better knowing you were going to head in, also. You can keep fighting the good fight later, but you’ve done enough for tonight.”
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2017 7:15 pm
Taking a deep breath, Mamertime had the right of it. Paris fully planned to go home and breathe actual air. And sleep off the onslaught of chemical fallout that was post battle fatigue and adrenaline. "Don't h-h-have to tell me twice." He stammered, wishing he could just tape the skull shut forever and not have to face the trip home with it threatening to open if he got a bit too jumpy. "It was nice meeting you um-" He was older so- "-Sir?" Paris was bad at formalities sometimes, and gave a half bow before looking towards his home. "Safe trip to you too. But-" He hesitated for a moment. "You should worry about yourself more. Until you get magic, youma will be harder for you to fight than they are for me, even if mine is toxic." He smiled and waved, feet carrying him towards his destination. Home, where a bed and the safety of his books awaited him.
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