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Post by Sarai Heber on Oct 3, 2007 16:01:44 GMT -5
"I don't speak lobster!" she snapped. "Can you morph back so I'm not tempted to have you as the main course of my meals for the next month?" She decided to leave out the fact that she hated lobster meat. "Hey, fish boy! C'mon!" she called out, turning around to look at Zambi.
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Post by belmoon on Oct 4, 2007 0:07:11 GMT -5
Zambi was tired of Sarai at this point. You want to help me, you want to hurt me, you want to...
Signaling to Khast to go ahead, he bit down on Sarai's cloth and ran ahead of them. The sooner they found the key, the better.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Oct 4, 2007 13:46:47 GMT -5
Khast watched Zambi run ahead, before he turned his attention back to Sarai. This was pointless. With one fell swoop he hoisted the woman onto his shoulder, then sped along to catch up with Zambi.
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Post by priestwarrior on Oct 4, 2007 14:28:16 GMT -5
Vertigo frowned, thinking. "I don't know where the prisoners could be, and I don't know where or what the keys are, so unless any of you have an idea...?" He paused, surveying their faces. "...then the only thing I can think of is getting the Kastell to stop it himself." He produced a pair of pistols, tossed one each to Zara and Kitty, and offered another to Khai. "Tranquilizer bullets. The idea is not to kill anyone. Zara, could you provide some cover?" The youth nodded and closed his eyes. "Alright, come on," said Vertigo, and ran out into the already thickening fog.
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Post by Sarai Heber on Oct 4, 2007 17:18:23 GMT -5
Sarai let out a low growl. "I can run, but whatever," she said, rolling her eyes. She was beyond annoyed at this point. She was more on edge than ever because Erianthe was the only person that ever meant anything to her and she refused to even think about the possibility of losing the girl. I try to be nice, people get annoyed. I threaten them, they get annoyed...I'll just keep my mouth shut... she thought bitterly. She had quickly learned to not let her thoughts wander to the subject of Erianthe for too long lest she tear up again. Bitter, angry thoughts were so much easier to deal with than her emotions. In fact, the whole reason why she was so angry towards men was due to the fact that they terrified her. If you were to see her around women, she'd be perfectly polite and 'normal'.
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Post by Aiden Chepi on Oct 9, 2007 18:08:01 GMT -5
Khai took the gun and followed blindly. He sighed at the atrocious idea. "He already knows what we're up to! That kid's got serious powers..." He stopped briefly, Screams from his past licking at his ears from his beloved. He shook it out of his mind and kept going, trying to catch up with vertigo.
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Post by priestwarrior on Oct 15, 2007 19:41:06 GMT -5
Several sharp corners later, Vertigo paused to get a bearing. So far they'd made it without any inconveniences - Vertigo had avoided any sounds of conflict that reached them through the fog which never seemed to grow thinner. "Hey, Vert?" began Feste hesitantly, clearing his throat. "You do know the Kastell can read our thoughts, right?" Vertigo stared at the lanky, illclad redhead. "Um," continued Feste, "because he probably knows we're trying to take him down, right?" "Well," said Vertigo, turning to survey what little of the next street was visible, "we'll just have to - WHAT?" He wheeled back around, his eyes wide. Feste gulped and dwindled into a turtle. "Th-that's not what we're doing at all! AT ALL! We're just going to get him to see reason! That's it!" Vertigo thrust an unformed thought back into the recesses of his brain - several times. We can deal with that later, if we have to, he half-thought. Kitty tilted her head slightly, wrinkled her nose. "That is what it sounded like you were saying, Vertigo." Vertigo sighed, shook his head, turned to Zara, whose grey eyes were tight with concentration. "How are you holding up?" he asked. "I know this much is probably draining, yes?" "I'm fine, sir," replied Zara, shaking condensation from his dark ponytail. "Actually, I've not been holding that much - just moving it with us." Vertigo nodded, then stopped, his eyes widening again. "WHAT? You fool!" he shouted. "Why not send up a flare while you're at it? We'd have been better with no fog at all!"
Vertigo was wrong - if it hadn't been for the fog, they would all have been skewered by the sharpened shoots of bamboo that leapt at them just then.
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Post by priestwarrior on Oct 22, 2007 16:16:05 GMT -5
Bis eyed the fog warily from the dark sidestreet, his dark eyes scanning for movement. Sweat stood out on his black skin. "Did you hit anything?" he snarled, baring pointed teeth at Charon, who was examining the pointed tips of his bamboo stakes. "Dry. Nothing," said Charon, tugging disgustedly at the red strip of cloth he always wore around his forehead. The bamboo retracted into the ground. "Zara's in there, of course," said Skry grimly, adjusting the straps on his chrome gauntlets. "But who else?" wondered Zoso, craning from the top of the short staircase she had raised. "It's a difficult situation, fighting someone without knowing their powers." She ran her finger down the zigzag swordblade she wielded with a ferocity that more than made up for her three feet of height. Bis laughed. "Difficult? Only for those who are too afraid to act, and deal with what consequences dare come." Leaning forward, his wiry frame melted, folded into an ebony canine shape. Growling, the jackal lunged into the fog. The others followed.
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Post by priestwarrior on Oct 23, 2007 16:48:16 GMT -5
Vertigo had barely enough time to throw himself backwards as the ground beneath him trembled and erupted upward, then to throw his sawblades in front of him to block the blade of the woman who had hurled herself upon him from the top of the new-formed column of stone. She rolled to the side, and walls stairstepped up around her, blocking Vertigo's flying needles and shattering four of them. Vertigo ground his teeth and stood.
Zara fired at point-blank range into the jackal as it lunged at him. The bullet shattered ineffectually, and then Bis was upon him, knocking Zara's gun somewhere off into the fog. He opened his jaws, lowered his head, and Feste cannoned into him from the side. The jackal rolled over, jumped up, and stood facing the two unarmed boys. There was something strangely mirthful about his open canine jaws.
Skry burst through the fog towards Kitty. His wrist met hers as she tried to bring her pistol to bear, disarming her. She attempted a left, but he moved too quickly - blocked her. She tried to kick - his leg blocked it. An attempted barrage of punches - he blocked, returned the favor. Kitty staggered back a pace. "Drat you," she said.
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Post by Aiden Chepi on Oct 23, 2007 17:24:17 GMT -5
"Alright! Who's left?!??" shouted Charon. He squinted through the fog at the other three battles, only to see one figure standing perfectly still, it's head darting around. "By all of the gods, this is to easy!" He snorted to himself. Charon lowered his hand to his side as five or six needle like bamboo raised into his chaliced palm.
Khai looked around, He knew that voice from anywhere. But that was the problem.. this time it really was anywhere. He looked around for some big bulky silhouette to appear. He didn't wait for long. Bamboo darts sliced through the air and four through Khai. Khai screamed, then mimicked a poor fatal injury, pushing the darts out with the metal, soon enough, his entire body was covered in his metalic blood. Almost impenetrable.
Charon laughed as he walked blindly up to his victim, then paused about three meters away from the body. Something silvery was covering it, and Khai's triumphant (for his performance of "play dead") laugh rang through the air. : Oh shit." He said and in seconds hundreds of bamboo were at the dirty military brat's mercy. Khai stood up, Then in a deep voice Khai said, " I am Iron Man..."
Charon uprooted three of the larger shoots, and sent them towards him, singing through the air. Two hit Khai dead on, and Khai was sent flying through the air and harshly drivin into the ground.
"OUCH! Son of a--" Khai screamed, but sixteen more tiny needle bamboo hurtled towards him, he flung his body to the left, then backwards, to the right, and up. He was up on his feet again. the metal on his hands quickly shifted into three blades hanging from his knuckles, Khai ran forward, staggering to the right a little when a thick shoot pelted his leg. Khai screamed, lunging for Charon directly.
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Post by priestwarrior on Nov 12, 2007 22:00:25 GMT -5
Bis howled in anticipation, then lowered his muzzle at the two youths and charged. Feste ran up a nearby wall, kicked off, and hurtled downward. He shrank into a turtle just before impact, touched down without a sound. Zara rolled forward, grabbed the turtle, and threw it at the jackal. Feste exploded out of the shell, knocking Bis several feet backwards into a wall. The jackal didn't move after that. Feste didn't either.
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Post by priestwarrior on Nov 12, 2007 22:23:12 GMT -5
Kitty was getting impatient. And angry. And bruises. And hungry, but she had other things to worry about first. Skry was good. Very good. Kitty hadn't managed to land a hit yet - her opponent easily blocked everything she threw at him, wrist-to-wrist, toe-to-toe, elbow-to-elbow, knee-to-knee. Which was odd, she realized. Why would he only block her attacks with his corresponding body parts, or however you say that. She wasn't inclined to think about grammatical niceties at this point. Irregardless, she thought she knew what to do. She triggered her power - with him on the attack, she'd be able to sneak in a knockout blow. That was the idea, anyway. What she hadn't expected was her fist to be involuntarily jerked into his jawbone as his punch connected with her chin. Unconsciousness was instantaneous in both cases.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Nov 15, 2007 10:17:02 GMT -5
The key must be something that can open a barrier. Therefore it must be a weapon powerful enough to cleave through anything, if only--of course! In an explosion of speed Khast was gone, turning buildings and cobblestone alleyways turned to blurs, and nearly losing Sarai in the process. When the two came to a stop they faced a larger-than-life statue of The Kastel that stood before the gates of the citadel. Zypher was holding his sword to the sky, giving a rather triumphant pose. Khast set Sarai on the ground, looked from her to the sword, and hoped she got the message. With a running start, Khast slammed head first into the knees of the sculptured man. The statue began to teeter when-- "Hah. You really shouldn't let your guard down, you shelled son of a--" Wilcotts; who had managed to creep up behind Khast, was also cut short, as the statue retaliated by falling forward over Khast's shoulders and onto the overweight knight. Khast sighed--or kittered, and once again directed Sarai's attention to the newly freed sword.
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Post by priestwarrior on Nov 15, 2007 12:20:24 GMT -5
Zoso cackled wildly as the ground exploded upward into staircases, archways, fantastic shapes which crumbled back into dust, then reformed into columns. Vertigo crouched behind a cluster of hexagonal pillars, cursing softly to himself. "Where are you hiding?" shrieked the diminutive woman from the top of her staircase. "We're not after you!" said Vertigo. "We're trying to get the Kastell to stop this madness!" Zoso cocked her head and snickered. "So if we all call the tune, the piper will lead us to reason?" Vertigo raised an eyebrow. The woman was clearly insane. "Um, yes. There are two paths you can go by, but in the long run, there's still time to change the road you're on." He wisely sidled away from where he was crouching. "It makes me wonder," muttered Zoso. "You think it'll work?" "Well, it is a bit of a tall order -" Vertigo threw himself flat as a series of explosions rocked the area. "Tall order, huh?" inquired Zoso, icestorm fury in her voice. "Not for short people like me, huh? You think you're better just because your shadow's longer than your soul? A new day will dawn, but only for those who stand long? Been there! No thanks!" "Wait!" protested Vertigo. "You know sometimes words have two meanings!" Zoso jumped off her pedestal, and the fantastic architecture crumbled into dust. Vertigo, now without cover, stood grimly. "Bring it," he said. "Okay," she said, and did. He was still struggling to get up when she landed on his chest, sword inches from his throat. "Any last words?" she grinned. Her grin acquired an oddly permanent quality as both of Vertigo's remaining needles flashed into her midriff. He pushed her rigid body off and stood. "Yeah," he said, looking almost fondly at his minions gleaming in the sunlight. "Not all that glitters is gold."
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Post by Sarai Heber on Nov 22, 2007 18:33:14 GMT -5
Sarai quickly ran for the sword, knowing that Wilcotts couldn't have been alone. It seems too simple... she thought as she bent to pick up the sword but failed. Okay...yeah. It's simple if you've got the strength of ten men! She turned her head and glared at Khast, hoping he'd get the message: she was strong but by no means that strong. "Where's fish boy when you need him?" she snapped.
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