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Post by priestwarrior on Nov 22, 2007 21:29:28 GMT -5
"Well, Sarai, it seems you need to be reminded of our previous conversation," said Vertigo as he strode into the courtyard. "But then, you never were much for constancy." Sun caught the steel of his blades as he loped toward the toppled statue and the odd duo at its base. Zara followed him, grimly, a pistol in each hand. "Don't even bother with Khast," muttered Vertigo. "There's no way you'll get through that armor. Cover Sarai, but don't fire unless she attacks." Zara nodded. Vertigo stopped several meters in front of Khast. "I give you my word," he said quietly, "that I will not harm you unless you initiate it. We are attempting to stop this madness before more die. If you will support us in this, we welcome you. If not, stay out of our way, or we will hurt you."
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Post by Sarai Heber on Nov 22, 2007 22:59:20 GMT -5
Sarai rolled her eyes. "You're pretty much walking into your death with the way you're handling this," she commented coldly. "Also, you kind of left without giving me much explanation; therefore, I chose the next best solution. But you are being hypocritical, you know. You say you want to end this thing without anyone else getting hurt, yet you threaten us anyway. Very smart, Vertigo." After a moment, she transferred her icy glare to Zara. "Who the hell are you?"
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Post by belmoon on Nov 23, 2007 6:12:09 GMT -5
Zambi, in his previous dash, had forgotten how much less energy one had when wounded. He half-dragged himself into the courtyard only after words had been swapped between both parties. He sighed at Sarai's comment, releasing faint streams of air from his gills. She even forgets the other knights. Fantastic. I'm in the best team ever.
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Post by priestwarrior on Nov 23, 2007 22:48:10 GMT -5
"You're pretty much walking into your death the way you're handling this," Sarai's voice grated on Vertigo's ears. "Also, you kind of left me without giving me much explanation; therefore, I chose the next best solution." Vertigo opened his mouth to explain the situation further, but Sarai plowed on. "But you are being hypocritical, you know. You say you want to end this without anyone getting hurt, yet you threaten us anyway." Again, Vertigo opened his mouth to very logically reason out how the greater good legitimized merely corporal harm - but that was as far as he got, because Sarai's last three words - "Very smart, Vertigo." - shorted his thought processes. Vertigo would have been in a murderous temper by this point - Sarai always enraged him - but he had always made it a habit to count to ten when angry before acting. First things first, though, he thought. "Gun her down!" he snarled to Zara, then started counting. Two shots rang out.
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Post by belmoon on Nov 24, 2007 23:56:11 GMT -5
Zambi only barely heard "Gun her down!" in the middle of his thinking. But, as with all desperate moments, this one moved in slow-motion. Only adrenaline was giving him strength at this point. He was aware of the most logical plan without even having to think about it: Let the annoying girl take the shots and get to the sword. At that point, either run, or incapacitate any other hindrances with Khast.
Thuk-thuk.
Clenching Sarai's cloth in his maw, the beast fell to the ground, unconscious.
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Post by Sarai Heber on Nov 25, 2007 0:11:07 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, very non-violent," she growled at Vertigo as she knelt down next to Zambi's unconscious body. She could care less about the fact that Zara had fired the weapons considering Vertigo had ordered it, and therefore was the object of her anger. Her eyes narrowed a bit more when she saw the darts.
"You son-of-a-bitch..." she muttered, pulling them out and throwing them on the ground. If Sarai had to name one person in this world that she hated at this moment in time, it would probably have been Vertigo.
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Post by priestwarrior on Nov 28, 2007 22:40:53 GMT -5
...three...four...damn, muttered Vertigo. Where's that bastard Khai when you need him? "Tranquilizer bullets." he said out loud. "Not fatal. Not, um, extraordinarily violent." He signalled Zara very inconspicuously to reload. "Look," continued Vertigo somewhat incoherently, "Sarai, Khast, Zamb-er, well, we all want the same thing - the release of those prisoners. I imagine these people are incredibly important to you. But think - what about the people on the other side? This will crush at least half of the knights - and then there are those who die in combat. It just doesn't make sense. Why would the Kastell order this? There's only one right thing to do - we have to convince him to call it off." Damn, thought Vertigo, we're done. They won't bite. Where is that hellblinded sonuvabitch Khai?
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Post by Sarai Heber on Nov 30, 2007 0:02:30 GMT -5
Sarai sighed. "Yes, but it's not very helpful to have Zambi unconscious, at the moment," she stated, rolling her eyes. "Look, I've been with you on this even though I'd rather see you suffer a slow and agonizing death...but do you really think the Kastell will call this off? Are you aware of the possibility that he may just kill our loved ones for our disobedience? Contrary to popular belief, I am capable of caring and the person in that cell right now is the one person I care about most in this world! She's the whole fucking reason I wasn't..." But she cut herself off, not wanting to share more than necessary and also knowing that no one else cared. "You just better have a good plan, Vertigo. If Erianthe dies, it's your funeral as well."
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Post by Aiden Chepi on Dec 2, 2007 19:42:49 GMT -5
"GODDAMNIT!! Why wont you die???" Khai screamed, jabbing two large, bloody swords into Charon's body, there was a lerching noise, followed by a 'CRUNCH!' Charon shot Khai thrice with thin bamboo shoots, then letting out a stomach churning screach, fell limp on Khai's swords. The blade melted into the burly man's blood. The two colors mixing in swirls. Khai stood up with several sticks jutting out from his shoulder and chest. He looked down. ".... OW FUCK THAT HURTS!!" screaming like a reckless teen who had just jumped off a building. Khai yanked the bamboo out, making a face like a toddler smelling something wretched.
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Post by priestwarrior on Dec 3, 2007 16:28:48 GMT -5
Vertigo raised his eyebrows. "You've been with me the whole time? Not, um, readily apparent, I've gotta say, but whatever. Khast, I take it by your silence you agree with all of the above. Yes, I have a plan. Alright, let's go." He headed toward the citadel, trying very hard to figure out a plan.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Dec 6, 2007 0:25:47 GMT -5
Khat chittered in agreement, before grabbing the great sword and following Vertigo's lead.
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Post by belmoon on Dec 21, 2007 2:24:12 GMT -5
Clouds began to fill the sky as the knights charged the castle. Rain cascaded on Genoa; a shift in weather to match the royal discord. A damp mood had fallen upon all of the kingdom that evening. Knights fought each other, citizens ran in fear of their protectors, children cried at the screams of pain. Foul moods had fallen upon the prisoners of the castle's dungeon as well.
Resting his back on the cold brick wall of his cell, Pang Baker sighed at the sound of the rain hitting the outside of his chamber. Sentenced for an indeterminate amount of time, he had been arrested for violent crimes on others with the use of his natural ability. He had been under lock and cage for two years, never allowed out. His cell was dark, but he had become accustomed to it; he could make out the arrangements of the small rectangular room. A makeshift bed of flat stone, hay, and a thin blanket; a sink and toilet; and a drain, where he would stand when the guards gave him a bucket of water to wash himself. It was all he needed to survive.
That was the odd thing about it. He was kept alive deliberately. Even if he attempted to cause himself pain, he would promptly be seized and restricted until he calmed down. He scoffed. "The Kastell loves his people so much. He'll protect them, under any circumstance. He'll fight to keep the weak alive and happy. That's what he said. Before he threw me in here."
"We've heard it before, Pang."
"Shut up already, Pang!"
"Millionth time I've heard this, I swear."
Pang's cell was positioned in a way that he could not see the other prisoners. All contact was merely through speech. He only knew these people from their voices and what they said. "It's a bunch of bullshit!" he yelled. "He's a selfish little prick who refuses to man up and take actions. He just orders those little knights of his around to do his work for him, and then denies us our rights. We have the right to die!"
"Cry some more, bitch. I want to live. I want out of here."
Staggering to stand--his hands were still bound from his previous masochistic attempt-- he walked to the edge of his cell, grabbing the bars. "I can kill, and I can be thrown into a box for it. But they muzzle me."
At that moment, the door leading to the dungeon creaked open. Light flooded in, forcing Pang to squint his eyes. His face, arms, all parts of his body were covered in scars; some quite deep. Sections of his face had been masked by leather. He had light, messy blond hair and pale skin, both a result of being a resident of the dark for so long. A newly employed guard strode in, getting a feel for the place. Distasteful language was tossed at him from all corners. Spotting the tattered man, he stood on the other side of the bars, arrogance in his posture and expression. "Ahh, I've heard of you. Pang Baker, age 27, male. Gifted with the ability to morph any part of his body into a rake."
Glaring with closed eyes, Pang replied, "And you?"
The guard continued, "Sentenced for attempted murder on a Ms. Charity Roth."
"She's dead," Pang's replies grew more hostile.
"She survived."
"My wife is dead!!"
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Post by Aaron Williams on Dec 26, 2007 1:37:28 GMT -5
As the crew scaled the stairs of the citadel it became suddenly apparent that something was wrong. The climb seemed to stretch onward longer than expected. Never the less, the group trudged onward and through the gaping portal that should have led into the citadel and toward the Kastel's quarters. Unfortunately once through the doorway things got even stranger, as objects stretched and waned to unrealistic dimensions. Mirrors were unreflective, and intricate mosaics seemed painted onto the walls haphazardly. When tried the door that they came in (apparently the only door that was not "painted" on) no longer worked, and evidently Khast had somehow fallen halfway through the floor while trying to pry one of the suits off the wall. This went on for quite a few minutes before colors started to blur and fade together. The effect was mesmerizing at first, but all too soon it became blinding. So blinding in fact, that it took several minutes for ones eyes to readjust to the dim blue light that filled the Kastel's Chambers. Zypher stood beside his throne, addressing his knights. His eyes briefly hovered over Sarai and Vertigo before once again returning to the mass, "Very good, you can return to your quarters, the results of the tournament will be announced tomorrow". And before he could be stopped the Kastel had retreated to his own quarters.
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