Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire]
01-03-2010, 06:43 AM
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?"
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?"