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NO SUCH THINGS ([info]nosuchthings) wrote in [info]nosuchplace,
@ 2009-01-08 19:13:00

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Entry tags:adair fallon, adrienne conté, aveira levy, irei arakaki, jin-sang connor, kayo miyafuku, nico vega-fernandez, peregrine parlan, sanura hart, sascha connolly, theora, zach kitano

Sunday: November 4, 2007
Who: Everyone (who isn’t already in a thread during this time)
When: 2 to 5 PM
Where: All over Helicharis
What: The harpy attack!


The harpies had been planning.

By most standards and definitions those particular praeternatural creatures were not intelligent. They had no real form of speech or civilization to speak of; however, they were capable of plotting vengeance. They wanted revenge against the interloper that had stolen into their nesting area in the middle of the night, the one who had burned some of their children and killed a few of their females. They knew not who the attacker was exactly, only that they had seen him retreating toward the village. That was enough for them.

A small fraction of the flock had gathered to attack the humans and other praeternaturals in Helicharis. They had no ‘real’ plan other than to wreak havoc, but at least it was something they were skilled in. Their shrill, ear-piercing cries, sharp claws, and razor sharp teeth were enough to cause a few injuries, and to scare the citizens into a frenzy.

The grotesque creatures set out from their nest, flying rapidly toward Helicharis and the unsuspecting citizens. Their numbers created a veritable black cloud in the sky, the flapping of their wings brought forth an ominous sound that seemed to resonate throughout the valley. Once they neared Helicharis the lead harpy let out a high-pitched shriek that could be likened to a banshee. It was the only warning the people would get before the swarm descended upon them.

Unnatural as they were, the harpies were masterful fliers; their maneuverability in the air unmatched by even the most graceful birds of prey. Ungainly and sometimes clumsy on the ground, the harpies preferred to stay in the air as they attacked the people with careful swoops and well-placed claws. Their attack was only made worse by the rain that refused to stop falling.




1) There are 50 harpies attacking, and the attack is lasting 3 hours. Harpies are not that easily killed especially since they are on guard and feral. And keep the killing realistic – no one will be able to kill 4 or 5 harpies at a time. It’ll take time to take even one down.

2) You can go ahead and write out how your particular harpy/harpies are attacking. They are great fliers, they have really sharp claws and teeth, and they smell terribly. They screech and say random swear words, but it's all gibberish.

3) They are relentless so you won’t always be fighting one harpy at a time – 4 or 5 might come at you at once!

4) Post your sub-thread with name, time of attack, where, and whether or not it is open for others. (ex: Adrienne and Open / 3 PM / Wine Bar)



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Sascha, Sweeney and Adair/ 2 PM / Herbalist
[info]bohemiarhapsody
2009-01-08 10:21 pm UTC (link)
It could have been worse, Sascha thought with a resigned sigh as he waited for the older woman behind the counter to finish gathering the herbs into a satchel. Irei had gone out drinking, again, and had been nursing a righteous migraine once he'd finally emerged from his room that morning. The whole scenario had become much too commonplace for Sascha's liking, and he was seriously starting to wonder whether an intervention might soon be necessary for the necromancer.

As it was, Sascha had ventured out to the Herbalist to retrieve something to help ease his friend's hangover. He'd heard fennel and chamomile were good for that particular ailment, and they were nearly out of aspirin to boot; maybe a few herbal remedies would hit the spot. Sweeney had accompanied him to town, as usual, although she'd taken a detour onto the Training Terrace to frolick amongst some of the outdoor sparring sessions from the gym. It seemed like just another normal, relatively peaceful day.

Then he felt it. Without warning or explanation, there was a sudden pang of intense mental confusion, and Sascha knew something was terribly, horribly wrong. The shopkeeper seemed to realize it as well, and she dropped the satchel and stepped out from behind the counter. Together they moved toward the doorway to investigate, and the woman cried out in fear and surprise while Sascha gaped at the scene before them.

Giant winged creatures were descending on the whole of Helicharis like a great black plague, swooping and screeching and brandishing their razor-sharp claws at any unfortunate citizens who happened to be within range. For a moment Sascha was simply paralyzed with shock; what the hell were these things, and why were they suddenly attacking after all these months? He would have pondered the situation further, but a sudden spark of distressed mental energy nearly caused his own heart to stop.

Sweeney.

He was out the door and running before he even realized he'd moved, desperately scanning the grassy fields before him for a trace of the little mutt. Straight ahead of him was a familiar black and brown form, splayed out on the ground at a strange angle. Sascha tried to gauge any rising or falling of her chest, but Sweeney just lie there, unmoving.

Oh shit.

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Sascha, Sweeney and Adair/ 2 PM / Herbalist
[info]fortunecookie
2009-01-08 11:58 pm UTC (link)
OMG NOOOO! SWEENEY *DIES*

The only thing Adair remembered clearly was leaving his house. Next he knew he felt like he was on an endless sprinting journey, far too hard to do with someone as out of shape as he was. Sometimes he would fall back a little, his lungs feeling like they were about to explode and then the next minute he would push himself to keep running. “I’m too fucken old for this shit!” Not really.

A giant deformed creature with feathered wings had been chasing him since about a mile from the Town Cottages and thanks to his height, when he squatted down slightly he was lucky enough to have received just a few tears in his hoodie and his t-shirt. But they were getting a little more violent and he was sensing he was going to be a little less lucky especially since he was growing tired of running.

He began running through a large field of tall grass, the grass somewhat dipping between low and high. It was then he spotted someone that seemed familiar. Though he wasn’t sure the tactic would work he advised the man to duck down. “Hey..Hey you got to lay low. Those things are right on my ass. Well, at least one of them.”

The psychic frowned when he saw a dog lying motionless. “….is..is it okay?” He whispered. Dumb question, but right now he was stuck in between being scared shitless and hating himself for not at least having some sort of sense that some shit was going to hit the fan today. His psychic powers were blowing lately. Hard core.

“Do you..like need help with CPR? Or something..I passed the test in school. I don’t know if it’s the same with animals.” His frown furthered. Oh god, he really, really hoped the dog was not dead. He would cry so hard and he didn’t even know this man or his dog.

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Sascha, Sweeney and Adair/ 2 PM / Herbalist
[info]bohemiarhapsody
2009-01-09 01:45 am UTC (link)
Somewhere amidst the chaos of his mind, Sascha heard another voice calling out to him; he unconsciously heeded its words, hitting his knees on the cold earth beneath him and crawling frantically to his fallen canine comrade. He could feel the panic begin to well up in his chest at the sight of the bright red gashes across her flanks and belly, as though one of the creatures had tried to snatch her up in its talons and then decided it would be easier to just gut her on the spot. She was still technically in one piece, but she was also totally unresponsive to any of Sascha's efforts to rouse her. He doubted she'd have gotten far with the kinds of injuries she'd sustained, anyway.

There was no way she was dead, there was just...no way. He'd know, wouldn't he? They had such a tight bond, he would have to know. Sascha was teetering on the brink of hyperventilating as he tried to gather the limp body up in his arms, and he looked over at the man huddled beside him (how long had he been there?) with some confusion. "What the fuck is going on?"

Clearly, everything around them had gone to pot. Some of the individuals from the gym had been interrupted in their sparring and were now fully engaged in fighting off the creatures with their swords and staves; several weapons had either been abandoned or simply ripped out of the combatants' hands and now lay strewn out across the grass. The thought of taking up a sword and hacking away at the beasts was sounding more appealing with every passing second, but Sascha knew that to have any chance at all, Sweeney needed medical attention and needed it fast. Goddamnitall, they were easy pickins out here!

"Med Pavillion, now!" he shouted at his companion as he stumbled to his feet, ducking and dodging the creatures' divebombing attacks as best he could with the extra burden in his arms. He'd only gone twenty steps or so when he felt a searing pain in his shoulder and across his back, and the immediate flare of white across his vision and the accompanying weakness in his limbs caused him to stagger forward a few more feet before dropping to the ground, dog and all.

This was bad. This was very, very bad.

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Sascha, Sweeney and Adair/ 2 PM / Herbalist
[info]fortunecookie
2009-01-09 03:56 am UTC (link)
“I..I don’t know. I..I don’t know. I was just leaving my house and heading to the market. Then I…I was suddenly attacked by one of these ugly bird thingies. I think they are everywhere. I mean if you listen closely you can hear people in the distance. I didn’t do anything! I swear. I mean usually I do something epically retarded that gets me in these situations, but I swear to you I was just walking down the road when one of these decided to get on my ass.” He somewhat squinted a tad and poked his side a little damp with blood. It seemed that when frantic and in the heat of the moment, pain doesn’t seem to settle in. “Didn’t get my ass, but he got my side a little.” He was a tough guy when he needed to be. Though he was sure he would cry about how it hurt like a bitch later.

Adair nodded frantically and he rushed with the stranger in the direction of the Medical Pavilion. He fell to his back and was frantically moving away from the winged beasts when the stranger was attacked by one of the bastards. “SHIT!” He somewhat let out a pissed off war cry when he grabbed a stick and began to beat on of the creatures with it.

“MOTHER, FUCKEN, DIE!!” He felt the cut on his side sting with every beat down he gave the sack of shit, but it was worth it.

When the monster seemed to at least not move for awhile, he rushed on over to..to the Librarian! That’s who he was. “Hey..hey are you okay!?” He knelt by him and shook him a little. Fuck, those monsters didn’t give a damn about their condition! They had to move!

“You don’t seem all that heavy, so..I’m..I’m gonna try and carry you.” He started by picking Sascha up under his armpits and brought him to his feet. He then slung an arm over his shoulder. “You..Your dog..I..I don’t know how..”

More monsters were nearing, they needed to decide fast. “I carry you somehow. You carry her?” God, the guy was bleeding all over him, but he wasn’t going to say anything.

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Sascha, Sweeney and Adair/ 2 PM / Herbalist
[info]bohemiarhapsody
2009-01-09 07:36 pm UTC (link)

Sascha could feel the pounding of his heart in his ears and the sudden, slick coolness of the fresh wounds on his back as the cold air made contact. Somewhere above him, he heard the other man shouting angrily as he bludgeoned one of the creatures with a stick over and over again; the words probably would have brought a smile to his face had he not felt as though his back were on fire, and he curled protectively around Sweeney's body as he tried to center his mind and will away the pain.

For the first few seconds after he closed his eyes, everything was black. A few electric blue afterimages pulsed behind his eyelids, and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter as he slowly inhaled and then exhaled in an attempt to regulate his breathing. He needed to calm down, to concentrate on things as they happened so that he could react accordingly; now that he and Sweeney had both been injured, it was really the only way he could foresee either of them making it off the field intact. The seconds seemed to stretch into hours as he replayed the events from the previous few moments in his head, honing and sharpening his focus until he felt someone lifting him to his feet and urging him to move. His eyes snapped open at the sound of the man's voice, and he looked at him with sudden clarity.

"No," he said, a little roughly at first even though he knew the man was trying to help. "No, it's too much weight. They're already circling." Indeed, the creatures had begun their downward spiral, locking onto their targets and preparing to attack with what was likely a very deadly accuracy. They were close to the edge of the terrace now- probably fifty or sixty yards from the Medical Pavillion at most- and those damn buzzards would knock them off their feet again before they reached the building, Sascha was sure of it. What they needed right now was...a diversion.

"That sword, see it?" Sascha asked, gesturing to one of the abandoned weapons laying in the grass a few yards away. "Grab it. I'm going to distract them as they attack, and once they're in range, I need you to come in swingin'." He may have sounded a little presumptuous in giving orders like that (hell, he didn't even know the guy's name!), but somehow he had the feeling that this stranger wasn't about to bail out on him. "I can stand, don't worry. Now go!" Sascha practically shoved the man away from him, stumbling a bit as he did and looking up just in time to see three of the creatures descend at an alarming rate, talons outstretched and gleaming. It was now or never- holy fuck, he hoped this worked.

Here I am, you god-awful bastards! he projected with as much intensity as he could manage, his own mind reeling from the sheer amount of mental energy he'd unleashed on his attackers. Hit me with your best shot! The effect was instantaneous: two of the creatures swerved away from him and the source of all the mental turbulence, dipping low to the ground as they tried to change course out of confusion in mid-attack. The third, which had been at the forefront of the group, was caught completely unawares and made a rather impressive crash-landing at Sascha's feet.

"NOW!!" he yelled to his companion, the command simultaneously echoed inside the man's own mind. DO IT NOW!!!

*Denotes mindspeak

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Sascha, Sweeney and Adair/ 2 PM / Herbalist
[info]fortunecookie
2009-01-10 01:16 pm UTC (link)
“Oh man. I don’t want to die. I’m not done smoking my pack of cigarettes. They’re the good kind too.” Adair slightly whined. He reluctantly let go of Sascha, sprinting to the rusted set of weapons. Luck was one fine ass lady today. He shook off the grass from the sword and figured the only way he could deal with this event was to quickly strike up a match and light a smoke. “Okay I got this, I got this!” The psychic always did good with these sort of Playstation games, so he could only pray this would work when it came to saving his and another mans ass. Not to mention his injured dog.

“Uhm. My name is Adair by the way. Just so we don’t have to yell hey you. You see, I’m afraid that I may yell hey you to a monster and you may think I am talking to you and then you may lose concentration andddDDOH MY GOD!” A creature swooped down low enough to make him feel the talons glide across the strands of his hair, probably giving him a bit of a hair cut. He swung the sword above his head and showed the harpy what it was like to get one between the legs.

“Yeah, you get it mate?”

Doused with a bit of blood, Adair whipped the sword slightly to sling off the blood.

Suddenly the stranger was able to get those assholes to crash land on the ground. This was the shit he was talking about! How the hell was he doing this? Now was not the time to ask. Instead he just started to stab the hell out of all of the harpies that landed on the ground. He could have sworn he heard something into his head but he still kept stabbing those fuckers until they just shuddered in rigor mortis.

“HOLY FUCK! MAN YOU SHOULD TRY STABBING THESE FUCKERS! IT’S FUN!”

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Sascha, Sweeney and Adair/ 2 PM / Herbalist (Warning: gore and profanity ahead!)
[info]bohemiarhapsody
2009-01-10 06:44 pm UTC (link)
Adair. So he finally had a name to put with the face of his savior; not that Sascha was terribly concerned with propriety at the moment. The creature that had just nose-dived in front of him had recovered a lot quicker than he'd anticipated and was in the process of sinking its talons into the flesh of his thigh, thrashing its wings about violently as it tried to become airborne once again.

Well, that wouldn't do. It wouldn't fucking do at all.

Fighting back the urge to retch at the horrid stench radiating off the beast, Sascha dug into his back pocket and withdrew the blade he normally left concealed and mostly unused: an antique bone-handled straight razor that he'd picked up during his travels. It was one of the handful of pocket knives and such he'd come to collect over the years, though he tended to carry this razor in particular because it had the sharpest (and most useful) blade. Granted, it generally required two hands to open, and he struggled for a moment as he tried to fend off a few well-placed bites from the creature's mouth.

Then the blade sprang open, and he whipped it across his attacker's neck in a horizontal slashing motion. The action itself seemed entirely too easy; Sascha could feel the gritty resistance against his hand as the razor cut deep into the tissue of the throat almost to the bone, but otherwise the blade slid straight through its mark like butter. A spurt of dark, coppery-smelling liquid drenched his face and neck, and as the creature crashed onto its back and flailed for purchase, he could hear the whistling, gurgling sound of its severed windpipe as it choked to death on its own blood.

Unfortunately, it was all a little more than Sascha's stomach could bear. Assaulted by the gruesome combination of actually physically killing an animal at such close range and the putrid stench of its rapidly cooling body, Sascha doubled over with one hand on his knee and emptied his lunch onto the ground in front of him. Holy fuck, he really didn't need all this; he was a goddamn semi-vegetarian, for chrissakes!

Feeling drained and more than a little shaken by the whole experience, Sascha glanced over at Adair as the other man skewered the two remaining creatures with his sword. He wiped some of the blood off his face with his sleeve and shuddered inwardly; he undoubtedly looked a bloody mess, and he wasn't even sure how much of it was his own or the creature's- or Sweeney's, for that matter. Oh shit, Sweeney!

"Adair!" he called out, wincing at how strained his voice sounded to his own ears. "I need help!" Sweeney needed to get to the Medical Pavillion ASAP, and he wasn't exactly in the best condition to carry her- hell, he could barely drag himself, and they needed to get off the field before-

A loud screech from above drew his attention upwards just in time to see four more of the winged monstrosities descend on them. Now the shit was really about to hit the fan.

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Sascha, Sweeney and Adair/ 2 PM / Herbalist (Warning: gore and profanity ahead!)
[info]fortunecookie
2009-01-12 01:57 pm UTC (link)
Apparently these two men weren’t made for the battlefield. Adair was barfing right after he finished his statement about how awesome it was to kill the douche bags that flew down from the sky. But when Sascha stepped in and delivered the Sweeney Todd from hell, Adair just kept puking for a few more minutes. “That-s..” he stopped to puke for a moment. “A..weso-“ And again. “me. You’re like the best Liberian..of..of..all time.” Seriously, man. “ He covered his mouth for a moment to finish gagging for a few times and with the other hand continued to swing at whatever harpies still wanted a piece of the action.

When Sascha started barfing, he felt like a jackass, but he smiled a bit. “…yeah I know. It’s a nasty sight. Just let it gooooo. Let it goooo.”

When Adair looked up to see the creatures circling around them, he tried to add a piece of humor before he pointed to Sweeney and the ways of the Medical Pavilion to prove he understood. “Listen..if..anything..happens…I..I love you man.”

He ran towards the dog and skipped over the dead harpies. His goal was to protect the dog and of course Sascha. The animal meant everything to this man. The least he could do was show that he would do anything to prove that if he had to he would take some pain to get them both to the Pavilion alive. It was time he did something right for once.

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Sascha, Sweeney, Adair, & Theora/ 2 PM / Herbalist (Warning: gore and profanity ahead!)
[info]elunesgrace
2009-01-12 10:25 pm UTC (link)
Theora heard the approach of the harpies from her tree-top cottage. She didn't need to see them to know what they were doing. Harpies never came near humans unless it was to attack, and they normally never attacked unless they had been affronted somehow. The priestess wasted little time as she left her cottage, sprinting down the spiral stairs that wound around the large tree and down to the earth. Her long, Elven legs carried her swiftly over the land, through trees and in between buildings. Most of the harpies were headed towards the town, while quite a few headed toward the Training Terrace. She headed there first, choosing to deal with a small few first before moving onto the bigger group.

Though Theora was a priestess, and usually a healer, she was no stranger to combat. She had studied the art of staff fighting long ago, continuing with her training until this very day. She was quite skilled with her staff, and it was a widely unknown fact that Theora could kick ass just as well as any other warrior. She had to learn how to defend herself at times, and if it was necessary she had to defend others in ways other than her defensive or healing spells.

As she made her way through the terrace her keen eyesight spotted a familiar figure. Two actually, Sascha and Sweeney, in the distance. They were with a third, and though they were together it was obvious that they were injured. Theora could see blood upon their bodies, and she sensed their waning energies even at this distance. She hurried toward them, especially after she noticed the harpies that were circling above like vultures.

One of them began to dive toward the injured trio. It drew closer, and at the last moment Theora stepped in between it and the fallen group. She gripped her staff tightly in both hands, and used it to keep the harpy at bay. The creatures claws curled around the ancient wood and it screeched loudly at the priestess, teeth bared angrily. Theora looked over her shoulder at the men and the injured dog.

"Do not worry," she said with a smile. "I will protect you."

The legendary strength of the elves shone through in that moment as she swung her staff in her hands with a force that launched the harpy back into the air. The remaining flock aimed their sights upon her and they attacked her at once. But Theora moved her staff through the air with expertise and ease. She thrust the wood at the harpy that flew straight at her, the end connecting with its gut and sending it back several feet. Another came at her side, but Theora swung her weapon in one hand, circling her own body once before it she was able to catch the harpy on its back and slam it down to the ground forcefully. It landed a few feet from the men, still alive but knocked out.

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Sascha, Sweeney, Adair, & Theora/ 2 PM / Herbalist (Warning: gore and profanity ahead!)
[info]bohemiarhapsody
2009-01-13 03:33 am UTC (link)
There was definitely a look of something that passed over Sascha's face as the events around him unfolded, but resignation it was not. Theora had stepped in to defend them just in the nick of time, and now this Adair- a perfect stranger, no less!- was trying to find a way to drag Sweeney to safety. Sascha glanced over his own shoulder at the fiercely graceful Priestess as she easily swatted the flying menaces out of the air like flies; she seemed to have things under control for the moment, so he turned his attention back to the man with his dog.

"Thank you," he panted as he knelt down beside Sweeney, favoring his injured leg. "You really saved my ass back there...Adair, right?" Normally he'd have offered up a hand in greeting, but he was fairly sure that polite courtesy wasn't at the top of anyone's priorities right now; and anyway, he was almost completely covered in blood. The open razor still dangled precariously from his hand, and he wiped the soiled blade on his shirt before closing it and returning it to his pocket. He honestly had no intention of using it again, at least not anytime soon.

Something Adair had said caught his attention, and even in the midst of all the commotion, Sascha managed a weak smile at his companion. "Love me, already? You don't even know my name. And I thought I moved fast." He reached over and cuffed the other man gratefully on the arm, wary of any injuries he might have received. "It's Sascha, by the way. And-" he paused for a moment as he looked down on the little mutt's bloody, mutilated torso, his voice growing softer out of fear, "-this is Miss Sweeney. She's...gonna need a little patching up." He could feel burning at the backs of his eyes, but he absolutely refused to let the tears form; Theora was here now, and everything would be alright. Everything had to be alright.

That brief spark of hope strengthened Sascha's resolve, and he twisted around to watch as the number of harpies seemed to suddenly multiply. Some had been drawn away from attacking the nearby citizens and buildings in favor of aiding their brethren against the new Elven threat, and Sascha knew that for all her strength and finesse, Theora was probably trying to avoid killing any of the creatures. Which meant that it was his turn to step up to the plate.

"Apologies in advance," he warned both of his companions as he pressed his fingers to his temples and prepared to unleash another wave of mental energy on the unsuspecting beasts- and probably Theora and Adair, unfortunately. His control was still a little dodgety when it came to projecting thoughts to multiple recipients at once. "Watch your minds, this is going to be LOUD." And then he did what anyone desperately in need of a diversion would do.

He started to sing.

Inside his mind. LOUDLY. And it wasn't just any music he was mentally singing, oh no- it was QUEEN.

Are you happy, are you satisfied
How long can you stand the heat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
Another one bites the dust


Under any other circumstances, Sascha would have been completely embarrassed at the idea of singing around other people, and that was saying something, because otherwise he was virtually shameless. He had a fairly good voice, too, but he'd never considered it one of his better qualities. Hopefully it would be distracting enough to give Theora and Adair more time to act- assuming they weren' t rendered totally useless by the mindscramble.

Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust!!!




*Denotes mindspeak...er, mindsong?

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Sascha, Sweeney, Adair, & Theora/ 2 PM / Herbalist (Warning: gore and profanity ahead!)
[info]fortunecookie
2009-01-15 11:29 pm UTC (link)
OOC: OMFG..LMFAO....*DEAD*I LOVE YOU GUYS, SASCHA, SWEENEY THEORA HAVE MY CHILDREN

“Sweet Lava of Mount Doom, she’s hot…” Of course, Adair said this when the elf was like five feet away from him, but he was kind of in the aftershock of her stunning appearance. Man, he was so underdressed to meet such a hot girl. He gulped in embarrassment and bowed to the woman. She looked bow worthy for some reason. “You..You were..awesome..thank you. Thank you so much for saving our asses.” His voice kind of sounded like he discovered puberty for a moment, then he found his actual range once again.

He looked over at Sascha then Theora and shook his head. “Gandalf’s beard, these things just don’t fuck off.” Yes, there was a Lord of the Rings thing going on here. He sure felt like he was in some warped world of it right now.

When Adair was preparing to help in whatever their next movement of attacking was, he suddenly started bobbing his head to a song before dragging the tip of his sword across the grass. “……bites the dust…..mm……..” He gave a confused expression while whistling the song.

“Sorry…I Had the song in my head for some unknown reason.” He put his pinky in his ear like he was trying to get wax out of it. “Think I need a tune up on these drums.”

There was a pause before he continued.

“annddd..another one gone..another one..gone…”

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Sascha, Sweeney, Adair, & Theora/ 2 PM / Herbalist (Warning: gore and profanity ahead!)
[info]elunesgrace
2009-01-18 10:53 pm UTC (link)
Theora was able to block out Sascha's random mental singing, and so she had no idea what song he was singing, but it seemed to be working enough to make the birds confused. It was an odd thing to see, harpies stopping mid-flight only to fly around as if they didn't know what to do. Theora didn't realize that Sascha's mental abilities would affect harpies, but she was glad they did. It was enough of a distraction that it allowed the priestess to spear the ground with her staff while she said an Elven prayer beneath her breath.

Her lips were moving quickly as she spoke the magical words. One hand was holding on tightly to the staff, while the other was held in front of her chest, thumb pointed toward her chest with her palm facing left. Her eyes were closed, but that did not mean she was not aware of everything that was going on around her. She only needed a few more seconds to finish her incantation, a few more to enclose them all within a protective barrier. Her staff began to glow brightly, the entire thing as if it were pulling energy from the earth itself. It was a warm light, and as it grew it began to move from the base to the tip. Once the invocation was complete, the top of her staff shot out a bright ray of light all around. It covered herself, Sascha, Sweeney, and Adair in a protective shield, one that effectively blocked the harpies from attacking them.

Theora released the staff and immediately knelt down beside the two men and the dog. She placed a hand on Sascha's leg before she moved to place both hands beneath Sweeney's body. She lifted the dog easily in her arms, and placed the small creature in her lap. Theora didn't mind the blood that stained her robes, her only concern in that moment was saving Sweeney. She looked down at the dog, a gentle smile upon her face as she smoothed a hand along its fur.

"It is not your time, dear one," she said softly. Her hand continued to stroke the dog's fur, and as it moved over the body it began to glow with the healing power that the priestess possessed. Each motion of her hand seemed to cover Sweeney in the same light, and if the two men listened closely enough they would hear Theora humming a subtle Elven tune under her breath. The priestess eventually stopped passing her hand over the dog, and rested one hand at Sweeney's head, the other at the base of her tail. It would take a moment or two to heal the dog of its injuries, but when she was done Miss Sweeney would be better than new, and afterward Theora could tend to Sascha and Adair's injuries.

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Re: Sascha, Sweeney, Adair, & Theora/ 2 PM / Herbalist (Warning: gore and profanity ahead!)
[info]bohemiarhapsody
2009-01-27 03:52 pm UTC (link)
Sascha's heart was pounding ninety-to-nothing as Theora gently caressed Sweeney's prone form, and he anxiously twisted his fingers in the bloodied material of his shirt's hem. He'd abandoned his mental serenade once Theora had invoked the protective barrier, and now his attention was focused almost exclusively on his wounded canine companion. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered Adair, and without turning to look at the other man, Sascha reached up and tugged him down by his jeans pocket. All that twittering about was distracting.

It was truly an awesome sight, watching Theora work her Elven magic, and for a few moments Sascha was struck breathless. He was tempted to touch one of her luminous hands as it passed over Sweeney's coat but restrained himself, and the whole event was over much too soon for his liking. Both dog and woman were still, and Sascha thought his heart had well and truly stopped when he heard it- a faint whining sound somewhere deep in Sweeney's throat. He didn't dare move as she slowly opened her eyes, but once her tail began to thump weakly against the ground, he could no longer contain himself.

Sascha practically lunged at the now-conscious Sweeney, throwing his arms around her neck like a giddy child and murmuring nonsense into her ears as he cradled her head against his chest. It didn't even faze him that the dog was still propped up in Theora's lap, or that all three of them were now covered in blood- all that mattered was the fact that Sweeney was alive. Sascha simply clung to the little mutt for a few minutes, reluctant to let her go now that she was safe even though his own wounds were still fresh and bleeding and throbbing with pain.

Keeping one hand on Sweeney's head, Sascha abruptly leaned up and pulled Theora into a kiss of gratitude, lingering for several seconds before pulling her into a one-armed hug. An ecstatic "thank you, thank you," was all he could manage, over and over again like a mantra as he pressed his savior close to his chest. When he'd had his fill of that, he turned to Adair and repeated the whole process- minus the kissing, of course. "You're officially her godfather now," he said as he drew away from the shorter man, heedless of the relieved tears trickling down his cheeks.

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Sanura and Open/2 PM / Sweets Shop
[info]cateyes
2009-01-09 02:18 am UTC (link)
Sanura thought the day was perfect. She was 22 and her sister had nearly fallen into her lap as a birthday present. Though she could have been home, she was at the Sweets Shop, humming to herself as she set some chocolate covered strawberries in a row on the counter. Why weren’t there any costumers though? Surely she talked a lot, but that always invited costumers in.

That drew her to the door, a hand setting on the doorway while she stuck her head outside. How was she so into her own world to not hear the distant cries of help? People were screaming and she could shrieking sounds hardly that of human. Though her gut feeling was not to go outside, she did so anyways.

Further into the market, she spotted a horrid looking winged monster, it’s talons into the back of a civilian laying motionless on the ground. She suddenly froze, figuring that if she stood still, it wouldn’t notice her. The stench of blood was evident. But what was even more evident was the monster's stench. Suddenly, She gagged.

Oh god.

When the monster craned its neck in her direction, she began to sprint back towards the shop, covering her ears when it made another deafening shriek. She dove into the small shop, her knees bleeding when they skidded across the surface. She quickly got to her knees and slammed the door shut, the monster thudding against the door. The impact was enough to heavily damage the door.

She figured she fended it away for now. But suddenly she could hear the sounds of cracking glass so she hid under the counter and tried to figure out what her next move would be.

“Fucken birthdays. What are they good for?”

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Sanura and Adrienne/2 PM / Sweets Shop
[info]cursedwithfur
2009-01-09 02:29 am UTC (link)
Adrienne thought that the day was going to be a normal, ordinary day. She got up, dressed, jogged, cooked food, and was getting ready to head to the combat gym for more sword practice. Adrienne always took the route that wove through the market place which would probably be near deserted because of the weather. But what the girl found was bedlam. Wretched looking creatures were attacking those who couldn't defend themselves, while others with powers were using them against the winged praeternatural beings.

Reacting on pure adrenaline Adrienne ran into the fray. Carrying only the sword she practiced with Adrienne swung it forcefully at the birds that tried to claw her. As she drew closer to the shops the lycan noticed Sanura running towards one the sweets shop and diving to safety. Adrienne made a bee line for her friend, attacking the harpy that was trying to get into the door. Adrienne's sword was not terribly sharp as it was only a practice sword, but it was strong enough to injure the bird, or at least give it a headache.

The harpy was on the ground, hopping backwards on its bird feet and hissing wildly at Adrienne. The werewolf backed into the door of the Sweets shop and with one hand, she pushed the door open and slid inside.

"Sanura!" She cried out. "Sanura, are you all right!"

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Sanura and Adrienne/2 PM / Sweets Shop
[info]cateyes
2009-01-09 03:06 am UTC (link)
The minute Sanura heard Adrienne she chuckled behind the counter. Not that it was funny that Adrienne had gotten herself in this situation. But it appeared that the girls did not have the best of luck when they met. Gnomes were bad enough, now harpies? She wanted to catch up with her too!

“yeah?” She replied back meekly and stuck her head up from the counter. “What the hell is going on?” She pushed herself to her feet and laughed at Adrienne with her sword. “Dear god you look like a bad ass version of Xena.” The Therianthrope brushed off her knees and went around the counter to look around.

“I don’t think that’s the last of them. The one that went after me I think might have killed someone.” She stated morbidly. “I don’t know what’s going on. But it’s not good. I heard people screaming in the distance. The shitty part is that I don’t think we can stay here. It might be one of those things where no place is safe.”

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Sanura and Adrienne/2 PM / Sweets Shop
[info]cursedwithfur
2009-01-09 05:03 pm UTC (link)
Normal was not the word of the day, apparently. Even though she tried to brush off her mood, it was hard to do despite her 'normal' routine. And just when Adrienne thought it wasn't bad enough that she and Zach had gotten into a fight, harpies attacked the town. It just really wasn't her day!

At least she had Sanura with her, and while each time they hung out was marked with an odd event - unicorns, gnomes, and lake monsters - this one took the cake. She couldn't help but laugh at the therianthrope's comment. "Really? 'Cause I always thought Xena had bigger boobs than me." It was nice to be able to laugh a little despite the crazy creatures attacking outside.

She looked down at Sanura's knees, and winced. "Are you okay?" she asked, pointing down to the blood. "And I have no idea what's going on. I don't know what those creatures are," Adrienne said honestly. "But they're like giant birds with human heads." She paused a bit, remembering her history lessons particularly those centered around Greek myth. "Which is how harpies are described but..." Could the creatures outside really be harpies?

Adrienne looked out the window just as another harpy joined the one trying to get into the Sweets shop. They were flying around, trying to find a way inside, losing all focus on the front door. Apparently, they weren't very intelligent creatures. A few of the injured people in the market place began to get up from the ground, running to safety. As far as she could see, no one had perished. That was a good thing.

"We gotta get out of here," she said to Sanura. "Any ideas?"

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Sanura and Adrienne/2 PM / Sweets Shop
[info]cateyes
2009-01-11 12:12 pm UTC (link)
Sanura tilted her head as she inspected Adrienne’s boobs. “I dunno. I’d say it was almost a tie. I heard they used some serious push ups on that show. I mean remember that girl was running all the time. They had to protect those tits!” She laughed in return then looked towards her knees. “Oh yeah, it’s just a scrape. You know me. I am so clumsy that it’s almost hilarious.” It hurt like a bitch, but Sanura was used to falling down and banging her arms and legs against things. She would get over it.

The Therianthrope watched as the people fled from the ground once they were attached. As she could imagine they probably were expecting to see a white light after one of those things attacked them. It made sense, with those talons coming at you one would think they were about to bite the dust. Boy those things were fugly. Ugh, Sanura! Stay on track. The last thing she wanted was for her dear friend to get hurt.

“…There!” She pointed to the objects sprawled about. “I see a lot of weapons lying around outside!” Though it was dangerous, it was the only way they could be free to roam around once again. It had appeared the victims that had fled had tried to attack the harpies with weapons but weren’t very good at it. Maybe they could show the harpies who was boss.

“We could just grab whatever we first and I guess go in and out of buildings!?” She wasn’t very smart when she was panicked, or maybe ever. But it was the only strategy she had to offer right now.

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Sanura and Adrienne/2 PM / Sweets Shop
[info]cursedwithfur
2009-01-13 02:21 am UTC (link)
Adrienne laughed even more at Sanura's comment. She looked down at her breasts, and nodded a bit as if she were getting used to the idea of calling them big. "Yeah, I guess so. At least I know Zach likes them." She giggled a bit, but quickly sobered up when she looked out the window at the harpies. She wondered where Zach was during all of this, and she wondered if he was okay. Adrienne's heart sank - she hoped he was doing okay. No, she knew he was okay. He couldn't get hurt. The girl suddenly felt guilty that the last thing she said to her boyfriend were angry words, and now there was a very good possibility that they could die during this attack. She didn't want the last thing they did together to be a fight. That thought alone gave Adrienne the will to fight!

She looked out the window again. There were tons of them... tons. Adrienne really had no idea how she and Sanura were going to get out of there, until her companion came up with a brilliant idea. She nodded in agreement. "It's the only thing we can do, I think," she said as she glanced left, then right. Adrienne took a deep breath and looked down at her sword. She was the only one with a weapon right now, and she would be the one to clear the way for Sanura.

"I'll go out there first," she said with a nod. "Clear the way and find a weapon for you. As soon as that area is clear, you run out and grab the weapon and then we run to the next shop... sound good?"

As soon as Sanura agreed to the plan Adrienne darted out of the Sweets Shop and toward a sturdy looking sword on the ground. It was no more than fifty feet away and Sanura could definitely make it in a sprint. But at that moment, a harpy came after her, then another, and all Adrienne could do was swing at them to keep them at bay. Her swordplay skills were coming in handy suddenly as she found herself slicing through one of the harpy's wings. It was an accident, but one the girl was glad for. The bird fell to the ground while the other ascended into the air. Adrienne didn't want to get near the harpy on the ground, but it kept coming at her. She swung her sword at it, and it hopped back a couple of steps.

"Sanura!" Adrienne yelled. "Come out! It's clear, but I don't know for how long!"

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Sanura and Adrienne/2 PM / Sweets Shop
[info]cateyes
2009-01-16 01:04 pm UTC (link)
Sanura nodded feverishly and sprinted out in the open, happy that there was an array of weapons to choose from. She was glad that her strong legs from swimming were coming to good use as she ran around , ducking every time a harpy tried to dig their talons into her flesh. They may have been fast, but her quick swinging from side to side was enough to throw them off various amounts of times.

She kept running from weapon to weapon, deciding to be picky in her weapon choice. A knife? No. She would have to be close to her attacker in order to use it. A gory sword most likely in need of wiping? Hell no! So she had to run around and find a nice long sword. There was another one and she tossed it in Adrienne’s direction just in case she needed it. “Watch out!”

She motioned towards the sword she threw towards Adrienne as a swarm of harpies began to encircle them. Sanura felt her shoulders tense and her hands shake around the sword before she began to swing at the first set of harpies that dove towards them.

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Sanura and Adrienne/2 PM / Sweets Shop
[info]cursedwithfur
2009-01-18 09:56 pm UTC (link)
Adrienne saw the sword that Sanura tossed her, and she immediately picked it up in her free hand. Thankfully, her lycanthropy gave her the strength to easily carry a sword in each hand. She was glad, though, that the sword was light and it wouldn't tire her arm out so quickly. Adrienne held the sword in front of her, swinging at the harpies as they tried to come closer. The creatures had encircled her and her friend, and as Adrienne backed up she felt herself backing into Sanura. Though the lycan was much shorter, the two girls were still back-to-back and defending each other. It was like something out of a movie, where the two heroes were faced in a precarious situation and they only had each other to depend on.

There were four harpies around them and boy were they ugly! It wasn't that they were terribly big - about the size of a vulture or a little bigger - and it wasn't like they had weapons outside of their claws and teeth. It was mostly that the two girls had no experience whatsoever when it came to dealing with them. How did one fight a harpy exactly? Just keep swinging until they went down? It was a good enough plan for Adrienne, and she leaned her head to the side to talk to Sanura.

"Let's just keep swinging till they go away? They can't be stupid enough to come close to us if we have weapons - they'd get skewered!" Then again, the bird-things seemed really feral and relentless, as if just swinging swords wouldn't be enough. Adrienne had a feeling that some blood would be shed, and if she could help it, it wouldn't be hers or Sanura's.

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Sanura and Adrienne/2 PM / Sweets Shop
[info]cateyes
2009-02-01 11:48 am UTC (link)
Sanura looked down at her shirt. It was white and had cute designs on it. Now it had various stains on it thanks to the damn harpies. “..These pains in the asses are going to pay for this. This is my favorite shirt.” She said in a slightly whiney tone. “The jeans though. If they didn’t smell so bad, they’d make for a killer look.” She teased, trying to make light of the situation while she swung at a harpy that came her way.

“Oh and Adrienne?” She bit her lip while she accidentally swung a harpy in Adrienne’s direction.

“I kind of, sort of, reallly suck at which direction I swing towards.” When a second one flew in Sanura's direction, she tried again and luckily it flew by Adrienne and not directly towards the poor Lycanthrope. She would have felt bad if the poor girl was overwhelmed with a set of half conscious harpies.

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Sanura and Adrienne/2 PM / Sweets Shop - Fin.
[info]cursedwithfur
2009-05-05 09:05 pm UTC (link)
Adrienne couldn't help the smile that curled upon her lips at Sanura's words. The lycan looked down at her own clothes and noted that she was much dirtier now than when she first arrived in town. Adrienne never minded the dirt, but the smell was an entirely different matter. There was no way she'd be able to walk into the house without her dad and brother casting her the evil eye.

"I'll wash your clothes for you," Adrienne said to go along with Sanura's teasing. "Just as long as you keep swinging!"

And swing she did. Each harpy that Sanura had encountered was swatted toward Adrienne, and Adrienne did her best to keep them at bay. She swung her sword easily, and felt the blade slice through what must have been a wing or something. One harpy fell to the ground, screeching like mad, while another came flying toward her with vengeance in its eyes. Adrienne dropped to one knee as it swooped down over her head, and she lifted her sword high into the air to try and stab it.

She missed anything vital, but managed to release a few tail feathers from the bird. It began to swerve uncontrollably, the feathers it lost necessary for steering in flight. "Incoming, Sanura!" Adrienne yelled as the harpy veered toward the therianthrope. The two girls continued to fight off the swarm until all the harpies were on the ground, or had retreated. They had kept each other safe, and though it was a serious situation it was something that brought the two girls closer as friends.

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Aveira and OPEN/2:30-ish / Blacksmith and Weaponsmith’s Shop
[info]empusai
2009-01-09 03:30 am UTC (link)
Aveira was sleeping amongst the weapons when she woke up to a thud on the roof. An eye opened in alarm before she slowly got up. Sure, she knew it was raining cats and dogs at one time, but not literally. Slowly she beckoned to the noises of screaming and jumped when another thud came to the roof. “What..the..hell?” What a wake up call. Whatever this was, she should request this next time she fell asleep on the job.

When she stepped out from the Blacksmith and Weaponsmith's Shop there was a slew of harpies already slain but it was far from over. Only moments later one sped towards Aveira but she reached into her back pocket to grab her knife and nailed it in the chest.

If there was anyplace to be right now, it was the Blacksmith and Weaponsmith's shop. But she knew she had to be wise with her weapons, especially since she made a good deal of the beauties. It pained her to use one of her best katanas. One of her lovely babies.

“Alright bitches. It's on like Donkey Kong.”

If these nasty buggers wanted a fight. She was a good person to meet.

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Aveira, Zach, and Nico / 2:30-ish / Blacksmith and Weaponsmith’s Shop
[info]coalintodiamond
2009-01-09 01:36 pm UTC (link)
After his visit to Logan and his fight with Adrienne, Zach was beginning to think today just wasn't going to be a good day for anyone. It seemed he couldn't bump into a single happy person, and the general gloom hanging in the air everywhere he went was bringing him down. The constant rain wasn't helping matters either. Zach glanced up at the overcast sky for a moment, frowning as he stopped outside of the Blacksmith and Weaponsmith's Shop. He was supposed to meet Nico here, so they could pick out a sword for Nico and go do some training together.

The boy was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't see any of the dead harpies on the ground in the distance. Zach was clueless until a loud shriek met his ears. He whirled around in the direction of the noise and saw a small swarm of harpies flying through the sky. They were headed straight for him. If he thought the day couldn't possibly get any worse, it just did.

Zach darted inside of the shop. The huge doors were wide open, but Zach wasn't thinking of hiding. He was thinking of grabbing one of the weapons.

A woman emerged from somewhere inside of the shop, not even noticing him, and headed outside. He watched as she threw a knife straight at one of the harpies once they neared, and the bird fell dead to the ground. Zach stared in shock. The woman went for a sword when Zach finally spoke.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Zach asked her, making his presence known at last.

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Aveira, Zach, and Nico / 2:30-ish / Blacksmith and Weaponsmith’s Shop
[info]foolintherain
2009-01-09 05:13 pm UTC (link)
Nico had been in good spirits as he made his way toward the Blacksmith. He was going to hang out with his best friend, they were going to do a little sword fighting, and maybe, if Nico could talk Zach into it, head to the Wine Bar for some brewskies afterward. They hadn't had a full day of guy bonding in a while and the sprite was actually looking forward to it.

He heard the far-off screeches, and saw the dark wings that flapped in the air. He thought they were just crows or something, until he realized they were really fucking big and that crows didn't have human faces. One of the creatures had spotted him just as he was twenty paces from the Blacksmith. It made a dive for him, and Nico dodged, rolling on the ground to avoid the attack.

"Christ on a cracker! What the fuck was that!" He said to no one in particular. The sprite needed to get out of the open and fast, and he made a mad dash toward the open shop. He could see Zach was already in there, and he ran even faster. As he retreated, Nico summoned his power to create a thick fog that would at least temporarily shield him and his best friend from sight. He charged into the safety of the shop, smiling at his friend, and then smiling at the girl with the kick ass sword.

"Aveira!" He said. "What are you doing here?" Nico was completely unaware that the girl worked at the Weaponsmith's shop.

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Aveira, Zach, and Nico / 2:30-ish / Blacksmith and Weaponsmith’s Shop
[info]empusai
2009-01-10 06:12 pm UTC (link)
Aveira turned towards Zach, jumping. “Oh shit. You fucking near scared me to death!” Her nerves were on edge and though she tried to put on an act like she had her shit together it was quickly falling to pieces. “I..I learned it from my step dad. You see, he was a real nut about knives and things. I never knew it would be this useful.”

She trusted Zach that he could do something of use to the both of them. “Here, look out!” She tossed him a Rapier, razor sharp and ready to destroy the bastards that invaded the shop. “I don’t doubt you know how to whoop the fuck out of these things.” She was on high tension, so she wasn’t watching her language.

She jumped again when she heard Nico. “GOD! Nico!?” She chuckled. Wow, she was a terrible vampire. She thought she would be able to do the whole suave “I sense you” sort of thing. Not yet. “I work here.” She stated with a little tension still in her voice. She then stood on a table and threw down a long sword to Nico. ‘I love you both right now. So don’t think I am judging your talent based on the sword. It’s just what came to mind. “

She walked ahead of them. “Ready to kick some ass, or am I just pmsing about this?”

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Aveira, Zach, and Nico / 2:30-ish / Blacksmith and Weaponsmith’s Shop
[info]coalintodiamond
2009-01-11 02:39 am UTC (link)
Zach hadn't meant to catch her off-guard, but he really should have known better. His expression turned sheepish as he apologized for the scare. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you." He looked towards the open doors. "But what the hell are those things?" Zach hadn't been fully aware of harpies or their existence since moving here, although he had learned a long time ago that unicorns were real. Harpies were a brief footnote in any mythology class, and it hadn't crossed his mind they were real. Zach glanced at Aveira again. "That's a good talent to have at a time like this, though. Mind if I borrow something to help out?"

He was definitely glad when she tossed him a rapier. It had a very thin type of blade, but that didn't mean it wasn't deadly and precise. "Well, hopefully," Zach added, a little unsure of ability to do much, but hoping he could at least help in some ways. He had begun training recently, after all.

A grin swept over Zach's face as Nico appeared at the Blacksmith's shop. "Nico!" he called out, glad to see his friend here at last. With them all inside of the shop, they could definitely help with killing these things. "Don't worry," Zach said to Aveira. "I heard rapiers cause a lot of damage and people underestimate what they can do."

Just then, a harpy flew into the shop. The creature squawked as flew above them, and it stank like something out of a sewage tank. Zach threw his rapier up and stabbed the bird as it passed over his head, but it wasn't a deep wound at all. "KILL IT!" he yelled at nobody in particular, as the bird screeched and flew higher.

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Aveira, Zach, and Nico / 2:30-ish / Blacksmith and Weaponsmith’s Shop
[info]foolintherain
2009-01-12 11:01 pm UTC (link)
Nico knew that Aveira was badass, but he didn't know that she worked at the blacksmiths. He smiled at her, albeit briefly, and grabbed the sword that she had tossed in his direction. It was a bit heavy, and Nico felt his muscles buckling under its weight. He recovered from it quickly, though, not wanting anyone to think he wasn't tough or strong. He held it tightly in both hands, watching as Zach stabbed the harpy that had entered the shop.

"Nice one!" he cried out loud until he realized it was coming straight for him. Nico lifted the sword in front of him, and swung at the bird as it neared. It dodged his attack and Nico grimaced. "Fuckin' bird," he said in a gruff voice. He realized that the problem lied in the fact that the bird could see the attack as it was coming to it. The only thing the sprite could think of doing was to concentrate a fog around the animal, thereby hindering its sight.

He focused his powers and, with the added moisture in the air from the rain, a dense fog began to form around the harpy. The bird cried loudly, wings flapping in distress by its sudden blindness. Nico could tell it was trying to fly out of the cloud, but it was the type of fog that would follow it everywhere. Finally, the harpy continued to bang into a nearby wall, not knowing which way to go. It was a little odd seeing a small fog bouncing against the wall, but it brought a chuckle from the sprite.

"God, that thing's stupid," he said, his chuckle turning into an all out laugh. He couldn't even lift his sword he was laughing so hard. It was obvious the sprite wouldn't kill the creature, but at least he incapacitated it for now.

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Aveira, Zach, and Nico / 2:30-ish / Blacksmith and Weaponsmith’s Shop
[info]empusai
2009-02-03 09:15 am UTC (link)
Aveira looked over at Zach with a teasing smile and spoke in a higher pitch. “Kill itttttt!!” The mannerism she was giving off was to make the moment less tense than it already was. The place smelt like shit, there was stupid ass flying creatures from hell zooming in and well, she didn’t want anyone to hurt even though in the back of her mind she was thinking the swords! The swords! “I’ll kill these bitches all right. I wonder what the hell is even going on. I mean one minute everything was normal and the next…”

The vampire drew her attention to Nico who was showing the bird who was boss with some sort of water based ability. All she had was a set of teeth and obviously she wasn’t making any of those buggers a KFC snack. Hell to the no. It was just fucking nauseating thinking about it. So she would just rely on her strength. “Hey! That’s pretty damn awesome!” She yelled over a shriek while she impaled a harpy.

She blew a kiss towards Zach. “You too hun, light it’s ass on fire or something.” She was glowing teasing him a bit. She didn’t know what he could do, but he was being of great help. Never underestimate a guy for his size..hey that applied to everything.

Aveira tried to keep a strait face after the clear display at how stupid the harpies were, but when Nico made a comment she first snorted a bit then covered her mouth with the back of her hand while she began to laugh. “Did you see that? The other one a few feet away from it kept getting stuck in between the doorway.” It was not hilarious to her and she turned to the side while she chuckled.

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Aveira, Zach, and Nico / 2:30-ish / Blacksmith and Weaponsmith’s Shop
[info]coalintodiamond
2009-02-03 02:11 pm UTC (link)
Two other harpies had flown in at that moment, and while Aveira took care of one of them, Zach took care of the other using the rapier to stab it in the heart. The bird fell down dead, and Zach turned just in time to see Aveira blow him a kiss. His cheeks went red. Sadly, he didn't have any fire abilities. "I wish I could make fire," he said.

As for Nico, he was busy capturing one of the harpies in a fog. When Zach had a free moment to look over and see what his friend was doing, he cracked up laughing at the sight. Not only that, but the harpy was so stupid it couldn't get out of the fog. Zach bent over laughing at the thing kepy crashing itself into the wall. "Jesus, these things look fierce, but they're idiots." Only a bird with no brain would continue smashing itself into the wall.

Luckily for the three of them, no other harpies were on their way into the shop. Zach glanced over at the door, hoping it was as easy as that. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be that easy for everyone in town, but it seemed like Aveira, Nico, and Zach got the easy way out of the mess and a funny story to tell from it later. The smell in the Blacksmith's shop was horrible, but Zach could blot it out because of the humor he found in the encounter. "Wow," he said, still laughing. "For something so ugly and fierce-looking, they sure are low on the intelligence scale."

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Aveira, Zach, and Nico / 2:30-ish / Blacksmith and Weaponsmith’s Shop - Fin.
[info]foolintherain
2009-02-03 04:40 pm UTC (link)
They made hell of a team, the three of them, and while Zach and Aveira took care of the other harpies that had entered the shop Nico decided to just stare in disbelief at the sheer stupidity of the harpy he had captured. It kept flying into the wall knocking itself even more stupid than it already was. The sprite smiled at Aveira as she laughed, and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit as he gripped tightly onto his sword.

"I think I better put this thing out of its misery," he said. "I'd be doing it a favor." As much as he acted like a tough guy this would have been the first time Nico ever killed anything with his own hand. The anxiety didn't show on his face though as he thrust his sword straight into the cloud and hopefully into the harpy's body. He hit something hard, the tip of his sword getting stuck into the wall. The harpy screeched once more before it feel silent, and Nico allowed the fog to dissipate.

The harpy was skewered with the sword, stuck in mid-air as the sword was embedded in the wooden wall. Nico shook his head and laughed. "A souvenir for you, Aveira," he said with a snicker. He'd help her clean up, but for now he was glad that they were given a moment of respite. No more harpies were approaching their shop, though, and it seemed as if they were free from the danger.

"I'm glad they're dumb," he said as he went to the door. "But just in case, let's close this door before anymore fly in." Nico closed the doors of the blacksmith, shutting it tight to keep out any other birds that might fly in. It was a memorable encounter indeed, but Nico wasn't looking to repeat the experience any time soon.

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Kayo and OPEN/2 PM/Bakery
[info]orange_tail
2009-01-10 01:31 pm UTC (link)
Kayo was very content today because she had found a source of guilty pleasure. They were the sweet sweet breads from the Helicharis' bakery. Elysium never failed to surprise her since her idea of a haven had a more basic "little town to just get by" image. She would have never imagined such lush forests, such a beautiful city full of a variety of shops, or even such a scrumptious bread. Kayo really liked the honey glaze. She took a little piece at a time and popped it in her mouth, chewing with a smile. Perhaps she could work there; it could mean free bread. Hmm. The girl's foxy tail swayed in thought.

However that thought was quickly held to a pause when her senses smelled something vile. She dropped her snack and clamped her hands over her ears when she heard the shrill cries of.....what ever that vile thing was coming nearer. Instinctively she returned to her fox form, allowing her to move much more easily and quickly. But before she knew it she saw a talon coming right at her face. Unsure of what to do, Kayo panicked and jumped right onto the claw like appendage. She dug her tiny claws to hang on tightly however it created an adverse effect. The giant bird like creature swung about wildly in the air. Kayo's strength let out, unable to grip on any longer and started to plummet to the ground.

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Re: Kayo and Peregrine/2 PM/Bakery
[info]parlan
2009-01-10 06:00 pm UTC (link)
Peregrine may have been pretty light, but when he noticed a woman falling from the grasps of one of those beasts he had been trying to escape from on and off for at least twenty minutes he gave a running start before he fled from the ground and hooked an arm around the woman before gliding with her towards the ground. They were probably around the same weight so she wasn’t heavy to say the least. “Come on! Let’s head deeper into the bakery. We need to find something to attack these things with!” There must have been at least some wooden boards to slam the things with.

He didn’t want to seem demanding but he gave her elbow a tug before motioning towards the safeties of the bakery. They would have to come out and fight from time to time, but it was better than staying out in the open. The harpies wanted a fight and if they tried to ignore them, more and more of them would just accumulate and their lives would be in more danger.

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Re: Kayo and Peregrine/2 PM/Bakery
[info]orange_tail
2009-01-10 07:55 pm UTC (link)
Recovering from being disoriented, Kayo did not think twice about following whoever's voice that was. They needed safety; at the tug of her elbow she ran along with him and into the store. She looked around for anything they could possibly use, but a bakery did not seem to offer much. As the two retreated into the shop, she could hear a loud bang as the harpie tried to destroy its way in. "Wh...what is that!" she yelped. Kayo noticed plenty of broken planks that could do some damage, but she did not possess the physical strength to continuously battle that monster with. Another bash came, and it wouldn't be long until the harpie would make its way in.

As they reached farther in the back she saw a variety of bakers' tools. Perhaps throwing sharp pointy things? Kayo took cover underneath a baker's counter and grabbed a rolling pin on her way. She did not forget to drag her companion with her down below. "Uhm. Uhm. What should we do? Do you see anything we can use?" She did not even pause from frantically looking around for a better plan. Kayo's line of sight paused, eyeing the oven, still burning with fire.

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Kayo and Peregrine/2 PM/Bakery
[info]parlan
2009-01-16 03:00 pm UTC (link)
Peregrine’s mind was searching frantically for an idea. He looked where Kayo was looking to see if their thought train was very similar. When he looked at the open oven, the fae grinned quite widely. “..Are you thinking what I am thinking?” He found a metal bar, not to heavy for him to handle and though it wouldn’t kill the harpies, it would be good enough for him to try and direct the harpies towards the oven.

“If we continue to try and aim correctly maybe we can get these bastards in the oven! If not, we can at least knock them to the ground and start shuffling them towards the oven!” The harpies didn’t seem smart enough to try and reverse try and do the technique, so they seemed in the clear. “Just remember to swing like hell if they try and attack you. They don’t look like they are going to go down easy.”

He took a breath and motioned for her to stay in the clear before he went to try the technique. He came from under the counter and waited for a harpy to sweep down for an attack. Like a batter waiting for the ball to hit the center of the bat he swung at the harpy and watched as it flung into the oven, its shriek ringing into the ear. He flinched as the sound stung his ears slightly.

“It works!”

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Re: Kayo and Peregrine/2 PM/Bakery
[info]orange_tail
2009-01-17 02:28 am UTC (link)
Although Kayo was dearly clutching her ears, she vividly saw the idea Peregrine was aiming for. She saw a thin metal pipe protruding from a pile of debris and used it as an opportunity. Said opportunity came fast when a flaming wing was flailing in and out of the oven. The kitsune took a swing at it, wincing as another shriek rang throughout the area. The appendage started to slow down, allowing her to promptly use her bar to stuff the rest of the harpy into the oven. She wrinkled her nose at the scent of burning harpy flesh. Disgusting. Kayo heard additional cries in the distance. Was another one approaching?

She looked down to see the upper part of her pipe was glowing orange from the fire. The Kitsune gripped onto it, with mixed feelings of new found bravery and uncertainty of what was more to come. Kayo faced the man that had helped her and nervously grinned back at him, "It works!" However her smiled disappeared quickly as another harpy flew its ugly form into the bakery. This time, it was she who sprinted first and trying to stab it with the hot end of the pipe. Although it was a clumsy effort, her success was signified by another deafening shriek.

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Heath and OPEN/2PM/Fresh Food Pavillion
[info]line_forms_here
2009-01-11 12:13 am UTC (link)
Heath had no special senses. He was merely human, after all. He didn't hear the harpies coming until they were nearly upon him and didn't know that anything was amiss until the people around him started to react. And he was slow in comparison to everyone else in recognizing that there was something bad happening and in trying to duck for cover.

Darting into one of the covered areas, he looked around frantically for something, anything that he could use to defend himself. He had no powers, no super strength or extra speed, nothing that made him really fit to go up against one of these things and no weapons on him to speak of. But he did manage to find a knife, one that had been used to gut some of the fish that you could pick up at the Pavilion.

His heart was racing as he then looked for a place to hide, managing to wedge himself into an area that was out of the way, out of sight, and hopefully somewhere that he wouldn't be found. His family. What about his family? He prayed that Heather was with them, keeping them safe. Maybe he could make a run for it. It wasn't too far off.

After a moment's consideration, Heath decided to go for it. He took off as fast as he could in the direction of his father's home. He was nowhere near fast enough. A harpie rushed him from behind and knocked him to the ground, pinning him on his back, the knife having fallen away from him. She clawed as his chest as he struggled to reach the knife, trying to keep his calm even though he was on the verge of panic.

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Heath and Irei/2PM/Fresh Food Pavillion
[info]iseedeadpeople
2009-01-12 11:06 am UTC (link)
Damn this headache. Irei had not gotten stone cold drunk in a while, and it unbalanced him. Sascha, tired of his moaning and groaning as Irei shuffled around the bungalow, had gone off in search of something to cure his friend’s hangover. He was surprised Irei’s stomach wasn’t constantly bleeding from the amount of aspirin he took to try and keep the headache at bay.

Irei had left the bungalow right after his friend and headed in basically the same direction. They had run out of tea, and Irei wanted some badly. He didn’t drink coffee much, and the tea had antioxidants that may not help him directly, but was used to it. Irei rubbed his head as he neared the town when he heard the screeching coming from the attacks. They shuddered through him and made him clench his teeth. He looked up into the sky and saw what looked to be some unholy cross between a human beings and a turkeys flying in the air and dive-bombing back into the town.

“Nani o shimasi ka?”* He narrowed his eyes and reached in his back pocket for the knife he kept there. It was the present that Emily and Echo had given him on his birthday. Beautiful, ornate and deadly. He also checked a few other things. He always wore his onyx bracelet, his talisman, and he had taken to carrying with him some portable tools for his necromancy since Kaiya and Faye’s death. Everything was there. Irei bolted into a run toward the town.

Everything was pure chaos. Everywhere he looked people were getting attacked by the flying menaces. The first place he reached was the fresh food pavilion where he noticed a man had been knocked over by one of the foul creatures. Irei flicked out his knife and broke into a run and leapt on the thing. His martial arts training kicked in and the muscle memory took over as he knocked the strange animal off of it’s prey. He tumbled to the ground with the thing and reached over, grabbing at the scraggly hair on the thing’s head. He tug it taut and plunged the knife into the harpy’s neck. The creature thrashed about bringing it’s own death closer, and it’s claws scratched up Irei, ripping his shirt to shreds and cutting him in various places. He carved a crescent into the neck as blood gushed from the wound as a claw dug into his side.

It wasn’t compassion for the animal that caused Irei to reach over and use his necromancy to push the thing’s soul along into the next world. It made things easier, and there were too many other harpies for him to be wasting time with this one. He placed his hand on the creature and pushed with his power, letting the soul free from the bonds of flesh. He looked back at the man on the ground and knelt down. “Are you alright? Can you stand?” Irei couldn’t tell how much damage the harpy had done to him, and didn’t know if there were anymore injuries hidden injuries aside from the surface ones.


*What is going on?

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Re: Heath, Irei, Jin-Sang/2PM/Fresh Food Pavillion
[info]verisimilitude
2009-01-13 10:41 am UTC (link)
Only moments after Irei had made way on to the scene did Jin-Sang come in. On the way there he had to fight off a harpy himself, which got mud all over him as he fought against the thing. He talked to himself the entire time, telling himself to be calm and didn't care if his Siren gift leaked in to the air. Between being so frightened for himself and his friends, his ability pumped like a flood trying to spray out of a hose, gushing as fast as it possibly could to get it all out until the hose, itself, broke. The harpy that had been clawing at him, leaving scratches and cuts all over his arms and chest, had given up just before it seemed to be going in for the kill.

That was new, but Jin-Sang didn't have time to wonder about it as he threw the animal aside and (unfortunately for his shoes) stepped on it's neck until he heard a snap. "Ugh," mused the Siren as he turned and started back the way he was going. Over the pounding in his ears from his blood rushing could he hear Irei asked the man if he was alright, if he could stand. His one good thing, he supposed about his gift, was not only could he get what he wanted, but he could give, too. Jin-Sang gave serenity and calmness. He could give peace.

Glancing at the sky quickly, he reached out and took hold of Heath's wrist to check for a pulse. It was horrifying how many times a swimming race had been delayed because one of them drank in too much water during a powerful stroke and nearly drown themselves. They'd have to get the guy out of the water and bring him back to life, once, which had shocked Jin-Sang. But he remembered what they did, not to mention they had to check their pulses in gym after taking a jog and record it on a log sheet. Pain in the ass--but at least it turned out to be useful. "Pretty sure that's racing," said JC as coolly as he could, though his voice sounded strained with his own worry. "You know this guy?"

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Re: Heath, Irei, Jin-Sang/2PM/Fresh Food Pavillion
[info]line_forms_here
2009-01-13 07:28 pm UTC (link)
The knife was just out of his reach, and every time he started to get close to it, the thing went to claw him again, ripping his shirt, which happened to be one of his favorites, and tearing at his taunt abs underneath. He thought for sure that he was a goner and then, just as quickly as the thing had been upon him, it was gone, and it took him just a moment to figure out what had happened.

There was a man, one at first, and then another, who had come to his aid. He nodded his head at the question that the first one asked just as the second took hold of his wrist. The remark was enough to make him laugh a little, though clearly it wasn't exactly fueled by true humor. "Well what the fuck do you expect?" He asked, and then shook his head, pushing himself up to his feet.

"What was that?" That was the first question in his mind. The second? How badly was he hurt? He looked down at himself, wincing a little as he touched his stomach. The shirt was ruined. That much was for sure. But the scratches weren't that bad. He had had worse.

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Re: Heath, Irei, Jin-Sang/2PM/Fresh Food Pavillion
[info]iseedeadpeople
2009-01-14 11:35 am UTC (link)
“I have no clue who he is.” Irei was covered in the blood of the creature that had spurted from its neck like a fountain. He used the remains of his shirt to wipe his face clear of the blood and winced. He reached up and touched the cut on his cheek and swore in Japanese. He better not have a scar there. Places on his body, like the scars on his arms and the puncture scar left over from Hayate were one thing, but facial scars he couldn’t handle. He’d have to find someone to heal it completely. He’d be going to the medical pavilion after this was over.

He was pissed off. “I have no idea what is going on, but I have an idea that those fucking turkeys will not see coming.” He bent down to the dead harpy and cut off some of the animal’s hair and pulled out a couple of feathers. He looked over at Jin-Sang and tilted his head toward the kid. “Oi! You think you can keep these bastards off for me for a little while?” Irei cleaned off his knife on his pants and closed it before tossing it in the other Asian man’s direction. “Don’t lose that.” That was the knife Emily and Echo had given him on his birthday. It may have been meant as a decorative piece, but the blade was fairly large for a pocket knife and in this case had a fairly practical function.

He kicked Heath’s knife toward him and looked around. “They are easy enough to kill.” He made a cutting motion over his own throat with his index finger. “They bleed like gushers though.” There weren’t any creatures directly attacking them at the moment. They all seemed to be distracted by something else. This might terrify a few of them. He grabbed the bag he had dropped when handling the harpy. He had found and over turned wagon and sat down in the lee of it as he pulled out the tools in the bag. He spread out what looked like a large handkerchief with a design of a circle on it with Asian symbols of power like one side had the dragon and the other had the phoenix and th two animals met in a circle. There were also symbols of balance like the yin-yang, which Irei’s power broke the balance and course of life to death.

To the untrained eye it looked like he was about to perform some sort of wiccan ritual, and he had learned about the portable altar idea from a few wiccans he had known back in NYC. Within the box were small white candles, incense, bases for the candles and the incense, and a small bowl. He set them up, pulled out his zippo lighter, and lit the candles, and the incense after placing them in their respective bases. He put the hair, feather, and flicked some of the blood from the harpy into the bowl and lit them on fire as well.

The smell was horrific as the smoke form the hair, feathers and blood wafted up. Irei shut his eyes and started to chant under his breath in a language that was neither Japanese or English, but older and more powerful. He continued this for a good half an hour before anything came of it. Suddenly the harpy he had killed moved. It looked more like a twitching at first, until it completely rose up from where it had died. In its eyes were shadows as it beat it’s wings and flew back up into the air. It started to attack the harpies Heath and Jin-Sang were fighting.The harpies were being attacked and chased off by what looked to be one of their own. They were very confused and flew off leaving Irei, Heath and Jin-Sang alone.

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Re: Heath, Irei, Jin-Sang/2PM/Fresh Food Pavillion
[info]verisimilitude
2009-01-15 10:56 am UTC (link)
What a man, worried about a little facial scar. That gave character, so far as Jin-Sang was concerned--though he wouldn't have wanted a long scratch on his face either. These buzzards were not worth the honor of leaving any skin tainted more than a thin line on the arm. However, any thoughts that may have surfaced were dropped as Irei called at him. He nodded back, seriousness written on his face as he held up a hand in agreement.

"I got it," or he prayed so. He would do his best. "I won't." There was no time to promise its safety any farther than that as he gave one more nod. Easy to kill, he knew that. He had slain one with a stick if that meant anything at all. Taking the knife in his left hand, Jin-Sang looked at Heath and followed him to his own feet. He seemed to stand alright on his own, though he didn't appear to have any weapons. With luck, whatever it was this man was doing would save them all in one go. If not, they ran for their lives? Always a good back-up plan.

While his curiosity made him want to look over at Irei, he knew he couldn't look away. He had to just stand forth and protect the man as best he could. Jin-Sang did, however, very much want to gag at the scent wafting in to the air. Thank goodness the misting rain squandered most of it before he could get too much in his lungs. The boy liked to think he had a pretty strong will against the gag-reflex, but some things were better off not dealt with. Fortunately, at least for the purpose of a distraction, he was fighting. Occasionally he would glance over at Heath to see how he was doing before returning to his own harpy. It was all going relatively well, until one creature came out of nowhere.

It fought the others and Jin-Sang was mystified as they retreated in to the distance.

Turning round, he wiped the knife off on his own trousers like Irei had done and flicked it closed. "Thanks for that."

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Re: Heath, Irei/2PM/Fresh Food Pavillion
[info]line_forms_here
2009-01-16 09:32 am UTC (link)
In a situation such as this, there wasn't much time for thinking. Of course Heath was always thinking about one thing even if the timing wasn't right, he just had enough tact not to think so. Neither of the men that were at his side were unattractive. He found it mildly amusing that, considering his usual taste in men, most of the men he had met here so far, aside from those that Heather was interested in, were Asian. It was while in Bangkok that he had, after all, discovered the side of him that enjoyed the company of a man from time to time.

But again, this was not the time for one to think about such things and certainly not the time to flirt with either of them, but after this was over with, another day perhaps, he would remember them and surely encounter them again, then perhaps there would be time for testing the waters and seeing at which end of the spectrum they fell.

With the knife that he had been given in hand, now that he was on his feet, he was prepared to put some of that martial arts training and his natural athleticism to work, though he certainly hoped that whatever the one man was doing behind them would be worth the stench. The one remark, easy to kill, didn't prove to be quite so true, at least not for him. He was struggling, getting cut up a bit more as he tried to fend off what felt like a never ending horde.

Heath was just about to give up and go to plan b when another one of the creatures appeared out of nowhere and started to fight the ones that had been attacking the two of them. He paused, a brow arching sharply before he glanced back over his shoulder at the other man and then shrugged. Impressive. Taking a cue from the other two, he started to wipe the knife off on his shirt and then made a face. "Disgusting." He held the knife out for the first man to take, clean now in spite of his reluctance. "Thanks." That hardly seemed adequate.He was glad, however, that he didn't have to smell that shit for nothing.

He was just about to strike up a conversation when the second man that had entered the scene gave them both a nod and exited stage left. He didn't look so hot, slightly ill, maybe from the smell. Heath, on the other hand, had a steel stomach so it wasn't really bothering him at this point in time. He glanced around the scene which spoke of sheer chaos and then back to the other man. "Soo.. I should probably go check on my family now but.. I owe ya one."

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Heath, Irei/2PM/Fresh Food Pavillion
[info]iseedeadpeople
2009-01-18 01:48 pm UTC (link)
Irei licked his index finger and thumb before extinguishing the flames of the candles. He tossed what was left of the incense he had burned and collected his other materials. It would be nice if he could come up with an even more compact way to use his craft in such dire situations. Necromancy wasn't instant a form of magic, and would always take time, but if he could lessen the amount of preparation, it could become significantly easier to use.

He stood up and took his knife back from Jin-Sang. He hoped he wouldn't have to tell Emily about the grisly events that had occurred and forced him to use the knife she had given him. He placed it back in his back pocket and then turned to look at Heath and took the knife he had handed him. "You are welcome."

Irei took strips from what was left of his shirt and started to wrap up some of the larger gouges in his flesh caused by the first harpy. "Are you sure you do not want to keep this knife then? There are probably more of these things out there?" He handed back the knife Heath had given him handle first, as if he were passing over a sword. If only he had his sword with him.

"Do not worry about it. Be careful out there." Irei was going to make his way to the medical pavilion now. He wanted the scratch on his cheek healed as soon as possible.

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