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berserker_rage (berserker_rage) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-05 18:11:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 17, katara, kidnapping, legolas greenleaf, wolverine

Who: Wolverine, Katara, Legolas (posting order? And victims if they want to chime in, or we can start a new thread for the post defeat rescue)
What: Wolvy goes hunting
When: Night time
Where: Close to the altar where Aragorn and Giselle are being held
Rating: PG-13?
Status: Active

In the quiet darkness, Wolverine sat alone, knees bent in meditation. Even though beneath the surface, rage and bloodlust filled his mind, he knew better than to let that consume him completely when he was not fighting. It would fatigue him, make him less ready for combat, and less able to fulfill the needs of Dahak. His skin bumped slightly at the cool air, feeling the breeze flowing across him, lightly tickling the ends of his facial hair as he emptied his mind completely, only now and again focusing on the goals that Dahak had burned into his mind. He had to make sure that the two were on the pillar come midnight, that they would remain on the altar so that Dahak's dark spell could be cast in this world, and take all of them to another place.

It was when Logan tried to think about why he was doing it, that things didn't seem to make sense. He knew that he wanted to, but there was no logical reason for it, as if some cruicial moment of clarity that he'd had when he'd decided to serve Dahak had been stripped from him. It was annoying in a way, like a sliver in his brain that he couldn't quite get out, but every time he thought on it too much he wound up going in circles, which didn't exactly help anything, so after a long while, he finally gave it up, and focused on what he was supposed to do.

Aragorn and Giselle were sitting with their hands bound behind their back, on the wide flat space of the altar that rose up only a couple of feet from the ground. It was lavishly decorated with dark runes etched into the base of it, with a small irrigation canal that seemed to run along the edge and guide water or liquid to a crevice in the sides of the stone. What purpose it was for was rather obvious, it was to drain blood away. However, Wolverine had thankfully not cut either of them yet, despite the fact that he looked like he was often considering doing so.

Finally, Wolverine rose and stared off into the distance. There would be people coming to try to stop him from doing the Dark Lord's work. That thought had been placed into his mind hours ago, and it had lead to his desire for meditation, so that he would be fresh. He'd made traps for those who might come his way, all of which were deadly, after a fashion. There were a few trip wires that would cause large spiked logs to come swinging down from the tree tops at those who might persue. There were also a few pits which were laden with wooden spikes at the bottom of them, jagged enough that they would splinter under the skin even if someone managed to survive... and only one trap which would send a shower of arrows flying at them, mainly because that one had been too intricate to make many of, whereas his brute strength had helped make the others quick.

Sniffing the wind, he perked his head up. It was time. He could tell that they were close. Looking at the Lizardmen guarding the pair of sacrifices, he nodded and then growled lightly. "Watch the hostages. If they try to escape, kill them. I've got some annoying pests to deal with..." he said, and then leaning down, shot outward into the woods like a bullet, rustling the tree near them only slightly as he went to find those who would try to stop Lord Dahak's plan from succeeding. He might have waited for them to come to him, but then he would lose the element of surprise.

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k_waterbender
2008-10-08 11:42 pm UTC (link)

Almost simultaneously, the log bore down upon her, but she sucked the water from it even as Legolas made his way toward her. It wasn’t difficult to see what he was going to do, but she didn’t really think about taking the water from the log. It had just happened reflexively, and the elf quickly recovered himself.

His voice was low enough that Katara would have had difficulty hearing him had he been farther away from her. As it was, he spoke almost directly into her ear, and he stood close. The waterbender figured the one who had thrown the tree was their adversary, but she’d had no idea that he was behind them. Her eyes searched the darkness behind her, spotting nothing.

Katara’s stance, which had been defensive before, became completely solid- or as solid as a waterbender’s stance could be. Toph would have scoffed and shown a truly rooted, unbreakable stance, but she was an earthbender.

The waterbender was truly grateful that last night had been the full moon. Well, it would have been more useful for this evening to have been the full moons, the peak of her power as a bender of water, but the second night after the full moons she was still close to that peak. It was only slightly waned. Even at the peak of her power, she wouldn’t have used the tool she had learned that could only be used on the night when the moon had waxed fully. It was strictly against her morals. She’d only used it twice and… unless it meant that someone would die if she didn’t find a way around it, she was opposed to bloodbending. In other words, she wouldn’t force the person’s body to move by controlling the water coursing through their bodies.

Katara reacted almost as soon as the explosion was heard. The movement from the corner of her eye was where she aimed. Not needing to take the time to remove the stoppers, the water erupted out of the three water skins, the pressure of the water opening them faster than she could have done manually. Behind her, two living trees became completely shriveled, their leaves nothing more than crunchy, brown dead things. It happened so fast the leaves didn’t even fall from their stations- for the most part.

With an angry growl, the water spewed forth at an alarming rate at the strange, fierce creature headed right toward Legolas. She couldn’t let that horrid thing at the elf, even as the elf did his own, completely capable attack.

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