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Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-03-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by Lisawags.
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Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-03-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by Lap Otter.
Lissa leaned closer to the viewscreen, examining the movements of the manikin with intense curiosity. "This thing is fascinating," she murmured. "Have you noticed how much bigger it's gotten in the last few--Hey!" She whirled to face Niko. "Go after it! Follow!"
"The fuck I want to follow a bloody doll for?" Niko scowled. "Chase it yourself--oh wait, you've only got two legs."
Lissa leaned in with her hands splayed on the viewscreen. "We should follow anyway. It's getting dark--and I know you can see better at night than I, but Lainey can't and it wouldn't do us any good to be stuck in one form even if you are the toughest of us."
"'Course I do," Lainey answers absently. "Hasn't everyone?" She chooses not to address Fire Kid's comment on this shape's strength and instead leans forward to watch the manikin disappear. She is curious--not quite Lissa's all-consuming curiosity, but not Niko's near-total apathy, either.
It's her curiosity more than the darkness that makes her decide to follow Right's light. Okay, yes, the darkness is dark, and scary, but just because these eyes can't pierce it doesn't mean Niko's (or Yume's, even) couldn't. As for being alone in such darkness, it's so obvious it hardly bears acknowledging: Lainey is never alone.
She subjugates herself easily, leaning into the aggressive survivor's mind, and Niko becomes corporeal even as Lainey turns metaphysical. Niko's nostrils flare briefly before she undergoes a transformation of her own, dropping onto all fours and shaking herself into the new shape.
Four paws accustomed to travel over uneven terrain are quicker than most humanoids, and her eyes can track Right's dim glow even at a distance; she catches up to Vasily and the dragon with ease despite the slight delay.
She hesitates only long enough to shift into her two-legs form, and then the quicker transition from corporeal to metaphysical. Lainey blinks, then walks calmly into the clearing.
"May your Voices never falter," she greets the two figures in the clearing. "Have we got any sort of plan? Why've we stopped--have we decided we're not following the doll anymore?"
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - MalkyTop - 01-03-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - Nopad - 01-03-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by Nopad.
Can people not use so many pronouns? I don't really want to have to keep track of whose character is whose to understand anything.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - MalkyTop - 01-04-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Vasily turned to the girl who just stepped in, eyeing her thoughtfully. "Plan? Aye, well, I've bin plannin'-"
"No plan. We don't really have an idea what we're running from, but I don't really feel like facing something that a mannequin with no apparent sensory organs is afraid of." Right stared at...Lainey. Yes, that's right. The one with supposedly multiple personalities. And bodies. She didn't really look much. Did she use some other personality to follow? Then again, Vasily managed to keep up. "I lost track of that thing and the feet were getting a little torn up. Any of you know how to sew?"
Vasily and Lainey glanced at each other. "Even if we did know, I don't think either of us carries a sewing kit around."
"Right, right, bad question...well, I guess it can still run fine, so I suppose we'll just continue?"
"Look, mebe you c'n, but we can't run forev'r, we'd jus' get tired! We should be plannin' now, when we're - "
"Watch out!" Lainey shouted, causing pirate and dragons to whip around. The danger was a plant. Previously harmless, it now reared up, gnashing teeth and spitting poison, afraid like the rest of the forest. It was monstrous, a creature that laughed in the face of nature.
Rong quickly took care of it with some fire.
As the group watched the large plant-creature screech its dying breath, they couldn't help but notice it set several trees on fire. The trees trembled and writhed in pain as the fire spread fast, ridiculously fast. It would have been hilariously fast if it weren't for the fact that it was dangerously fast. Already, it was getting too big for mere rain to control. The trees shook, spreading the fire to their close neighbors, which continued to pass the fire along like a horrible epidemic. The air was soon hot with the smell of burning wood. As a tree finally fell, unable to hold itself up anymore, Vasily said, "Aye, we'd better go." And they were off again.
"You...you...NIT!"
"I'm sorry!" Rong shouted as she kept fending off branches.
"You KNOB! MORON! A COMPLETELY ASININE MORON!"
"I get it, I get it!" As they ran, Right felt a twinge of pity for anybody caught between the fire and whatever had the whole forest scared. But only a little. It meant less competition for them, after all.
After a while, they all burst into a clearing, the largest they've seen so far. As Vasily and Lainey caught their breaths and Right grumbled over the lost straw, Rong said incredulously, "Somebody lives in this dump?" They looked up. Right in the middle of a clearing was a house. A cottage made out of stone. The roof was thatch. It was in bad condition. "Looks abandoned to me," Right replied, debating whether to grab some thatch or not.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-04-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by Lisawags.
Jordan noticed the flames many meters away from him, and it was spreading quickly. He slowly took big steps backwards and finally ran. While running, he heard Vasily yell in the distance. "So close, so close..." he murmured. Even when his lungs started burning, he continued to run, and even if he could barely breath, he ran, ran as fast as possible. He kept on running until he couldn't take it, couldn't go on, and finally collapsed.
Not once did he turn back, but he did now. The fire was barely visible, he was safe... for now, at least. He lay down and gasped for air, precious air, and coughed loudly. Later, he finally caught his breath and stopped coughing and desperately gasp for air. Now, he breathed at a normal pace. Jordan slowly stood up and looked around at his surroundings with his hand on his chest. The fire was growing bigger, and he would have to go soon, very soon, if he wants to survive at all.
He walked away from the fire, and kept looking back to make sure that the blaze was behind him so he wouldn't be walking in a big circle. The forest was cold, but he didn't notice that because he was warming himself up, so he was glad that he had his power... for once.
His power until now has always been a burden to him. It wasn't needed because he would never go camping or anything, and he always had to make sure that he didn't accidentally set anyone on fire. That was a mistake he would never make again. He would keep his guard up, never under estimate his own power, and keep his emotions in control. He could never feel too much anger, so he replaced it with fear, fear of himself, fear of the harm he could cause.
Hoping that none of the nasty creatures would hear him, he yawned loudly and nodded slowly. He stretched his arms and kept walking, no matter how tired he was. His legs ached, and his throat burned a little.
There was a low humming noise. He ignored it, and it became louder, and louder. Soon, he came across a giant bee with a head of an arachnid. It carried two swords and shields. It had two free arms and advanced toward the young man quickly. Quickly, he took several steps back, and finally turned around. He made a run for it. It was a pitiful attempt at surviving, but he saw the fire engulf the trees and spread instantly. Now was not the place nor the time to light things on fire willy-nilly.
The low hum turned into a loud buzz, and he tried to run faster and faster, but the bee kept up without a sweat. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and took a risk he didn't like. He screamed out loud, a scream that was heard throughout the forest, a scream that the contestants of this sick game heard, a scream that the creatures heard. He prayed that someone heard his plea for help, and was on their way. Or, at least some creature would come eat the bee, or something. Hell, maybe he would survive.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-04-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by Gamma9.
Hatman crawled to the bug that was annoying him, and slowly grabbed something out of hammerspace. It is a parasol, the end sharpened for him. He slowly catched up to behind the bug, and threw it like a javelin, aiming straight for the head. The bug's face was painted with surprise, as it slowly withered away, juices and whatnot. Hatman goes over and steps in radius of Jordan. "You alright mate? I killed that bug for ya."
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-04-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by Lisawags.
"Thanks," Jordan panted, "I'm okay." Grudgingly, he said, "We should stick together if we want to survive. Chances are, there are more of these... things out there. I may seem useless, but I know a thing or two about survival." For now, he thought. He abruptly sat down and breathed both quickly and heavily. Soon, it slowed and became softer, and he looked up at his, perhaps, temporary companion.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-04-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
The Manikin finally stopped moving. It did not know where it was, nor did it have any sense of it's surroundings. It's ability to detect life was completely upset- the lives surrounding it were strong, too strong, and growing stronger. It couldn't focus on the lives nearby- their intensity blinded the manikin's sense. Instead, it focused further away, where it had ran from. The lack of life spread... But the mankin noticed something. As the lives vanished, the other lives grew stronger- and the further from the dissappearing, the stronger the lives grew. The occurance was almost if the lives erased by the dissapearing had been pushed outwards, towards things still living within the forest, making their lives grow wildly. It realized that this phenomena was what was interferring with it's sense... It tried to sense further away from the dissapearing, forwards, but had it's sense completely overloaded. The intensity of life was simply to strong for it.
The manikin finally decided to sit down. It disliked simply waiting as loss of existence approached it- but it knew it wouldn't be able to get far, completely unable to sense anything. What it could do, though, was do what it had done before. It carefully crawled to a nearby tree. It rubbed the tree down, sure that it was the same as what it had examined last time, and bit into it with it's hands. It was similar to what it was before- but much harder, denser. In addition, the life of the tree gushed out in a blast- so much that the mankin couldn't help but absorb some. The manikin let the life flow through it's body. The life moved inside it like water. Carefully, the manikin focused it, probed it, and found that there was nothing in it that the manikin didn't already have. The mainkin stopped concentrating on the life, and the life gently flowed out of the manikin's body. It had thought about keeping the life, but it realized that life wasn't something it could hold onto so easily.
Suddenly, a large life, with specific shape, darted and assulted the manikin. The manikin once again was not in full control of it's body-it's left arm and it's body were pinned together and rendered immobile. The manikin focused as much as it could on the thing assaulting it. It had a large body, as large as the manikin's torso, but much larger pincers, which were currently crushing the manikin's arm and body.
It was a stag beetle- but deformed and enormous. It's pincers should not have been that big, nor any part of it, but the incredible amount of life it had received had mutated it into a monstrosity. However, it wasn't near as monstrous as the Manikin.
The Manikin was confused, but eager- it had met a moving, living thing, albeit not with a she it was familiar with. It desperately wanted to know... it's torso split into a mouth, and gripped the body. Again, it's teeth weren't hard enough- it couldn't pierce the bug's carapace. Still, the mouth held the bug in place. That was good enough for the manikin. The Manikin strengthened it's free arm, into a rockhard bludgeon, and brought it down like a hammer on the beetle's back. The arm cracked, the beetle's carapace cracked. The manikin lifted the arm again, repairing the crack as best it could, and swung down again- and again, and again, and again. The beetle's body caved in, it's insides leaking out of it's smashed carapace, and was devoured by the Manikin's chest mouth. Taking in a big meal, the manikin stopped it's body and lay still. As it was digested, a rush of knowledge flushed through the Manikin. the muscles, the blood, the brain, the eyes, the pincers, the legs, the hairs, the wings- the blueprint of the beetle's existence wrote itself into the manikin's mind.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-04-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by starburst98.
Alex was about to lend assistance to the manikin when a second beetle came at him. Luckily he was still in wind mode from chasing the manikin and managed to dodge it, which was good cause those pincers looked like it would hurt to get crunched by them. It didn't seems to have much agility though because after it landed from it's lunge it started to turn around rather slowly. before it could turn all the way for another strike Alex quickly ran up to it and gave it a two handed downward shanking, breaking through the shell and severely messing up it's insides. Alex then wiggled his sword around about to liquefy it in the shell just to be sure. when he looked back he saw that the manikin manged to kill it's beetle as well. he looked back at the one he killed and pulled his sword out, and after a cursory look at the bug juice on it, gave it a lick... it was a little bitter, but roasting it may make it pretty good.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-06-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by Lap Otter.
"Looks abandoned. Can't tell anything by how it looks." Niko scowled. "Common bloody sense, jerk--where'd you go to elementary school?"
"Don't be so quick to judge," Lissa said calmly. "The dragons interact with each other the same way we do--but out loud. It seems that all its minds are always corporeal. It's a static, and I think we can safely assume statics are the norm where it comes from."
Yume's eyes widened. "A whole world of static bodies?"
Lissa nodded. "It then follows that some of our other companions may also be static bodies from static worlds." She frowned. "That is not, however, an assumption I would count on in a fight."
"It looks abandoned," Lainey agrees. "I'm not sure I would trust the way anything looks. Maybe we should send a scout in?" After a moment's hesitation, she adds, "I've got a feline form that can see in this dark. She can go in and look around--unless you've got a more appropriate form for the task, Vasily?"
Vasily shakes his head no. "I don'. That sounds as good a plan as any I was thinkin' up."
Lainey turns to the pair of dragons. "What do you think?" She can almost see the dragon on the left restrain itself from suggesting they burn it down.
The one on the right answers instead. "I've no objection. If you die, we'll know not to follow you."
Lainey grins wryly. "Thanks for the vote of confidence." She closes her eyes and tilts her head to the left, calling on Yume.
Yume blinks, glad to finally be able to see with her own eyes instead of the weak ones in Lainey's skull. She glances back and forth between the dragon creature and the pirate. "Lovely to make your acquiantances," she murmurs, then drops to all fours as she shifts into her own ocelot shape--smaller than Niko's, and with wide, sad eyes.
She pads silently across the clearing to the hut and puts her front paws on a windowsill to look in. The window is just an empty hole; it may have once been paned with glass or even shuttered. In the dim glow of the dragon, Yume could just see inside. Nothing is moving. Nothing smells alive--at least, nothing smells like anything more than vegetation and insects.
Given their recent experience with shrubs, Yume decides that in this world, "smells like plants and bugs" doesn't necessarily equate to "smells safe." She leaps up onto the windowsill and then down into the room, tail switching back and forth.
Something skitters across the floor.
Yume chases it, pounces, and pins it beneath her paws--then slides across the dusty floor and crashes into a shelf. Several things fall off the shelf; a few shatter, but none of them hurt her.
Carefully, she lifts one paw off the creature and sniffs. It's a spider, still struggling to escape. She eats it without thinking, grimacing at the wriggle of its legs as she swallows.
She paces the perimeter of the room and finds more spiders ranging in size from too-small-to-see to the-size-of-my-paw. She ignores them; they're not a threat. The only door leads outside, and there is some decrepit furniture, but overall it seems empty.
Until the giant spider scuttles out of the fireplace.
Yume arches her back and hisses. Damn spider's taller than she is, and advancing on her. She backs away toward the door, hoping that one of the others might come to her aid--she knows Niko could kill it, and she thinks she could kill it, but she doesn't really fight and it would take nearly six seconds to transition from this form to Niko's ocelot form. Too long.
The damn fangs are dripping, and its hair is rustling. Yume wonders if it's the sort of spider that can fling its hair into an opponent's eyes. She backs away over the threshold, crouches, and prepares to lunge at one of its legs.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - MalkyTop - 01-07-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Right watched Lainey...or...someone, shapeshift...twice...or something...what did that guy in the beginning say again? Multiple personalities and bodies...but why couldn't she just shapeshift directly...? Were there weird rules or something? The red dragon watched the cottage as behind them the fire raged on, pondering shapeshifting laws that he'd never heard of. Rong, in the meantime, muttered to herself dangerously about how nobody listened to her.
"I mean, if I just set it on fire, we'd easily see what was inside."
"Yeah. Fire and ash," replied Right absent-mindedly.
Vasily considered the cottage for a few seconds. "'Tis rock, lass. Rock don't burn."
"Everything does eventually, sweetie..." she trailed off as sounds of crashes came from the cottage. "Hm. Something's happening." Then came the unmistakable sounds of a scuffle.
Without hesitation, Vasily ran to the decrepit house and kicked down the door. (It took a couple of tries.) Right entertained the idea of just abandoning them, or maybe even getting Rong to burn down the house on top of them...but if they did survive, it'd be two against (technically) one. He still needed to stay on good terms until he knew how to kill them and win this war. Besides, trees were falling all over the place now and they might need help.
So instead, Eemp rushed to the window not-Lainey went through before. Inside, Right could see not-Lainey dodging and biting. Vasily seemed to have gotten a rusty...fireplace thing, possibly a poker and was putting his fencing skills to good use. He had managed to get close to the giant spider and repeatedly jabbed at it.
Right bit down on Rong's snout before she could do anything impulsive. "Don't do anything related to opening your mouth. Follow me." The Chinese dragon snaked in, the blue dragon following reluctantly. Eemp was pulled halfway through the window from the growing weight of its arms. The two dragons quickly wrapped around two legs each, unable to grab all due to the spider's constant scrabbling.
"Ugh, the hair's all...prickly...!"
"Shut up and pull." The two retracted back to Eemp still wrapped around the legs. Eemp managed to start pushing on the wall with his feet and eventually, the spider collapsed, its remaining four legs still wriggling until Vasily managed to stab it in the head.
As everybody stood around, recovering from the aftermath, the more normal-sized spiders started to skitter towards the body of the giant, swarming all over the body. It was dizzying to look at. It was like its skin (exoskeleton?) was moving, bubbling...
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-08-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by Lisawags.
Jordan saw the fire spreading further, and shook his head. He slowly stood up and nodded at Hatman, "We should go... now."
"Yeah, let's," he replied.
The two kept walking forward without paying attention. "Do you know where the others went?" he asked with a yawn.
"No. Do you?" Hatman laughed.
Jordan said with a sigh, "No."
Soon, they were talking about the other contestants and lost track of time.
"I wonder who's going t-" Jordan stopped at mid sentence. He saw the trees in front of him on fire. "Uh, wasn't the fire behind us?"
"Hm, I suppose we walked around in a big half-circle."
"I... guess we did," he shrugged.
The pair turned their backs on the fire and walked. This time, they paid more attention and made sure that the fire was directly behind them each time they walked several meters.
Before they knew it, there was a large clearing with a shack in the middle of it in front of the two. As soon as Jordan saw the scarecrow near the window, he cowered behind some trees. Hatman continued to watch the abandoned house without paying too much attention to Jordan.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - MalkyTop - 01-09-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
"What's i' doin'?" Vasily backed away to the wall, holding up the broken fireplace poker. Beside him, not-Lainey crouched, her hair raised as inside, the various voices decided upon what to do. Lissa advised to wait and assess the situation before letting out Niko prematurely, wanting to keep an advantage over the others in case one decided to fight. So, Yume was left watching the swarming mass of spiders.
"I...I don't know..." Right and Rong had retreated from the body quickly when the spiders came, not exactly wishing to be swarmed. "It looks like..."
"An orgy?"
"No. Shut up. I was going to say it looked like they're feeding..." They moved closer to the window. The wriggling mass was growing.
Eemp, apparently having sensed something (though it's hard to tell what a bunch of hay can sense), turned slowly around, shining his felt smile towards Hatman and Jordan. This had the unfortunate effect of knocking Right and Rong against the side of the window and dragging them painfully out. "What is wrong with you, you little...oh."
The superhero approached, tipping his hat politely. "'ullo, mate. Anything the matter?"
"Uh, well," the red dragon managed to get out before Vasily and not-Lainey burst out the door to avoid being suffocated by the spider mass. "Get away!" Vasily shouted needlessly, as those still near the cottage were already getting away quickly. Spiders were already poking through the thatch. The walls seemed to bulge impossibly, and then burst outward as the mass of spiders outgrew the house.
It seemed to sink into a wriggling lump, covering most of the clearing, before bringing it up into basically a large, black sphere. Jordan squeaked, starting to back away until he felt the heat of the fire approaching, forcing him back to the clearing. The fire had encompassed them now. Nobody could go in or out.
The spider-mass, apparently satisfied by this, shot out a string of itself at the group. This 'leg' only struck ground - its opponents had jumped away, spreading out across the clearing - digging in deep before unearthing itself again to rejoin the main body.
"Alright," Right muttered as the nauseating mass seethed. "I'm not sure if this'll work...but pick up a rock and try shooting it at that thing with a burst, a small burst, of fire."
Rong clenched a stone that used to be part of the hut in her mouth and though she grumbled about 'unsatisfying' and 'flaming spiders,' she followed the command. She forgot to aim, but she didn't need to. The mass was too big to miss. The rock shot out, a stream of fire dissipating behind it, and it struck the spider-mass. It didn't come out. The hole it created filmed over with more spiders, and after a few seconds, it shot the rock back out again, as well as a few dead spiders, at Hatman, who dodged with an indignant yelp.
"Hm. Maybe we should set this on fire."
Rong, since she clenched the rock too hard and almost broke her teeth, scowled. "Ya could've said that before!"
At this point, the spider-mass attacked again, this time shooting several arms at once in an attempt to attack everybody. It was an easy-to-dodge attack, (Vasily even managed to slash at the arm as he jumped to the side) but Eemp had not expected the arm to sweep over to where it had jumped and was partially engulfed by spiders that immediately went to work, riping its fabric. Rong quickly set fire to the arm, but the main body detached from it before the fire could spread, leaving a mass of writhing, flaming spiders on the ground.
"Dammit, at this rate, we'll loose too much straw...hey! You!" Right called out to Jordan, who was scurrying about, trying to look for a place to hide but finding nothing. "That guy said you had pyrokinesis or something like that, right? Set fire to that thing there!"
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-10-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
The manikin was overwhelmed with information- it couldn't quite understand the entire bug yet. However, there was one thing it really wanted to try. A tiny pair of beetle compound eyes grew out of the manikin's head. They were hardly noticable, tiny black dots. However they brought the Manikin tides of information. For the first time, the manikin saw. Out of the bug eyes, a kalideoscope of images came onto it. The manikin was completely confused. What was happening? What was it seeing? What was seeing in the first place- the confusion stopped. Memories, instincts from the late bug's life had been trapped within the manikin. These were images-the reality that the manikin stood in. More focused now, it looked around. It quickly noted that trees, grass and Alex coresponded with the lives it had been sensing. They were containers for life, it realized.... Just like it itself was.
The manikin turned it's attention towards Alex. This was one of the moving lives from before, the ones of similar shape. The manikin wanted to eat him. The reasons for doing so were practically infinite. It stood up... And stopped completely. A fear set in... For some reason, it did not want to attack. One of the bug's instincts, the manikin realized. The instinct must have originated from the dead bug on the ground... It wasn't a powerful instinct, and the manikin knew it could ignore it- but it didn't. There was something that it didn't understand, here... The manikin decided to follow the instinct... For now. Backing away from Alex, the Manikin realized what it had been doing. Running away... Now that it had a working sense again, it ran onwards, tirelessly. It knew that whereever it was going, the lives would be larger and larger- somehow, the manikin looked forward to that.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-10-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by starburst98.
when the manikin looked at Alex, and i mean actually looked AT Alex. Alex saw for a moment the two, obviously new, eyes adorning the once empty spots eyes would be found at. then it started running again."argh! god-damnit!" alex tucks his beetle under his arm and takes off after it again. he wondered what it could be running from this time, the fact that it was looking right at him when it started to flee may have meant it feared him for some reason, but why? since it grew eyes, maybe it will soon grow ears and a mouth so it can communicate. Alex could only hope so.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-10-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-10-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by starburst98.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-11-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by Lap Otter.
"Holy fucking shit, Yume, be more fucking careful!" Niko shouted, hands clenched into nervous fists. "You don't know how to fight, you're gonna get yourself hurt!"
"Even if Yume is injured, the corporeal body will be fine once she changes out of it," Lissa advised.
"Niko's not worried about the body, Lissa," Lainey said. "She'll be fine, Niko. She's got good instincts and sharp claws."
Niko gritted her teeth. "She'd better be."
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - Dragon Fogel - 01-11-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-11-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - MalkyTop - 01-11-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-12-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by Gamma9.
Hatman kept on staring at the house, like a maniac. He raised a eyebrow at a nearby rocky pillar. He sat on the pillar slowly and swung his legs back and forth. "Hey, Jordan, or whatever your name is. This isn't scary. I mean, it's a little dusty and broken down, but other than that it seems to be a nice dwelling." Jordan poked his head out, "Are you sure?" he said. Hatman tilted his top hat over one side of his head, smiled and nodded. "Definitely." he confirmed.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-12-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by starburst98.
Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire] - GBCE - 01-12-2010
Originally posted on MSPA by Lisawags.
He, Jordan, breathed heavily and collapsed onto his knees. Apparently, this was too much for him. He glanced at Rong and saw that she was disappointed, probably because she wasn't the one that burned it down. Eemp had that same creepy expression as always, while Right bobbed his head up and down with satisfaction at the tiny bodies strewn about. Hatman examined the rubble of the cottage rather giddily, Vasily nodded at Jordan with a smirk and said something along the lines of, "G' job, lad." Then, he eyed the... big cat. He couldn't tell what it, or she, was thinking through the disguise.
Exhausted, he slowly lay down and breathed steadily. He was tired; he would rest... for now.