RE: Super Otaku Brawl - Round One: Traverse Town
06-26-2014, 09:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-26-2014, 09:36 PM by MaxieSatan.)
Bully Demise winced as tiny shards of ice grazed his shoulder. He hadn't really thought about the fact that he'd only ever used magic, not had it thrown against him - well, except that one time, but I died that time so maybe I shouldn't think about that - and he didn't have any real ideas for dealing with it.
Wait, the announcer said I could do magic again, right? That wouldn't work, though; he had to meditate first, right? That's how it always worked before, anyway. Regardless, it was clear he wasn't getting anything done this way, so - as much as he disliked it - maybe it was best if he didn't fight these things right now.
Instead, he broke into a run, doing the best he could to elude the heartless bearing down on him - not an easy task, given that he was fleeing through an alley - only to slam directly into a child holding a giant key, which clashed against his sword with a resounding clang.
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"Thank you so much for your hospitality, Mister Radcliffe."
The blond man, slightly distracted with the task of sweeping up the fallen ashes, at first responded with nothing but an "Oh?" before, a couple seconds later, blurting out "Oh! Yes, well, it's the right thing to do, under the circumstances. And besides - oh, hello!" Catching a glimpse of the window, the man smiled, followed shortly by the dogs barking - a noise which quickly escalated to a cacophony, courtesy of the puppies spread about the house.
The words "Friend of yours?" came from Jake's mouth, muffled slightly by the crumbs piling up inside it. He was absentmindedly munching on crackers (kindly provided by their host), staring a little too intently on Nancy. Sizing her up. The revolver had been a surprise, but the fear in her eyes when she pulled it out was... well, for lack of a better word, reassuring? She hadn't gotten comfortable enough using it that she'd be willing to do so if it could be avoided. That was probably for the best, at the moment.
"Yes, he's been very helpful. Seems to have a real knack for finding lost dogs, ac- say, who's that fellow in the pink shirt -"
He hadn't even managed to finish the sentence before Nancy blurted out "oh, crumbs!" and ducked underneath the table. Jake stiffened noticeably as well, but quickly reinforced his cover by slightly pulling up his end of the tablecloth and glancing beneath it.
"So I'm guessing that's one of those bad people you mentioned, right?" Nancy nodded. Jake dropped the tablecloth, sat up straight and craned his neck around to look through the window - sure enough, it was the wrestler, who currently seemed to be in the process of...
"Uh, just checking, Roger - I mean, uh, Mister Radcliffe - but is that guy getting into an argument with some kind of three-foot-tall duck carrying a mace?"
The man laughed. "Of course, I forgot how disorienting things like that are when you first end up in town. Don't worry, my boy, you'll get used to it soon enough!"
Wait, the announcer said I could do magic again, right? That wouldn't work, though; he had to meditate first, right? That's how it always worked before, anyway. Regardless, it was clear he wasn't getting anything done this way, so - as much as he disliked it - maybe it was best if he didn't fight these things right now.
Instead, he broke into a run, doing the best he could to elude the heartless bearing down on him - not an easy task, given that he was fleeing through an alley - only to slam directly into a child holding a giant key, which clashed against his sword with a resounding clang.
---
"Thank you so much for your hospitality, Mister Radcliffe."
The blond man, slightly distracted with the task of sweeping up the fallen ashes, at first responded with nothing but an "Oh?" before, a couple seconds later, blurting out "Oh! Yes, well, it's the right thing to do, under the circumstances. And besides - oh, hello!" Catching a glimpse of the window, the man smiled, followed shortly by the dogs barking - a noise which quickly escalated to a cacophony, courtesy of the puppies spread about the house.
The words "Friend of yours?" came from Jake's mouth, muffled slightly by the crumbs piling up inside it. He was absentmindedly munching on crackers (kindly provided by their host), staring a little too intently on Nancy. Sizing her up. The revolver had been a surprise, but the fear in her eyes when she pulled it out was... well, for lack of a better word, reassuring? She hadn't gotten comfortable enough using it that she'd be willing to do so if it could be avoided. That was probably for the best, at the moment.
"Yes, he's been very helpful. Seems to have a real knack for finding lost dogs, ac- say, who's that fellow in the pink shirt -"
He hadn't even managed to finish the sentence before Nancy blurted out "oh, crumbs!" and ducked underneath the table. Jake stiffened noticeably as well, but quickly reinforced his cover by slightly pulling up his end of the tablecloth and glancing beneath it.
"So I'm guessing that's one of those bad people you mentioned, right?" Nancy nodded. Jake dropped the tablecloth, sat up straight and craned his neck around to look through the window - sure enough, it was the wrestler, who currently seemed to be in the process of...
"Uh, just checking, Roger - I mean, uh, Mister Radcliffe - but is that guy getting into an argument with some kind of three-foot-tall duck carrying a mace?"
The man laughed. "Of course, I forgot how disorienting things like that are when you first end up in town. Don't worry, my boy, you'll get used to it soon enough!"