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| Memento Mori | December 30, 2010, 5:01 am Post #26 |
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NPC POST Maggie Maggie wrapped the bandaid tightly around his finger. It was probably too tight for comfort, but when you put a bandaid on a fingertip and it was loose, it would just fall off in short order. He'd thank her later, when the cut healed faster and he didn't have to replace the bandage six times in a day. The sight of him sticking his tongue out and talking to someone off in the distance she couldn't see made her mouth twitch slightly, lips pulling up at the corner. When the other guy was moving to guide him out of the shop, Maggie seemed to come to herself. There was something about both of those guys... ways they were spotting things that weren't there, the intimate knowledge they both seemed to have of insomnia... They were both different... and they gave her an odd feeling. Her friend had warned her never to ignore that gut instinct she had when it came to people. Her experience with Khalida waking within her, he'd said, gave her a unique sense of those around her. And she was certainly getting a weird, but strong sense from these two. "Hey, wait up a sec!" she said quickly, and dashed to the counter. On the back of a couple of store business cards, she jotted her cell phone number and handed each of the men a card. "You two call me if you need anything, Ok? Anything weird happens or if you just need someone to talk to or whatever, you give me a call." She hoped against hope that they'd get the hint and take her advice, but she knew there wasn't much she could do but give them her contact info and hoped they did call when the time came. It was as she was about to go back to working that a girl... likely a customer... walked smack in to Vincent. The way the girl hesitated when she was near Vincent sparked Maggie's interest, but she stayed quiet for the time being. Maggie moved back toward the counter, but not before she grabbed a book off a side shelf. Sitting on her stool behind the counter, she let her light brown eyes follow them all. |
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| Memento Mori | December 30, 2010, 5:08 am Post #27 |
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Adriana watched the other girl snatch her sketchbook back and frowned slightly, but she understood her hesitance to share her work... she had much the same issue. Lately, if Adriana wasn't really focusing on what she was drawing and was just letting her hand do the work for her, the images that played out over the picture were disturbing... made of heat and fire and flames. It seemed fire was all she could free-draw anymore. She stayed quiet as the new woman rattled off her questions and suggestions, blinking slightly. She sure did talk a lot... and rather quickly, didn't she? "Well I'm afraid we can't really leave campus, right now. Reia's mom doesn't want her leaving the grounds and I have a class soon... I'm not sure we'd be back in time. And if you're an art Major, I'm sure you know how Professor Johnston can be about people who show up late. It wouldn't be pretty," she said with a soft chuckle. "Still though, the offer is open if you want to come with us to the cafeteria." |
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| Kyoichi | December 30, 2010, 6:18 am Post #28 |
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~Vincent~ Vincent whipped his head around when something ran into him. He was taking a step forward when it happened, so he didn't fall back. His hand was clutched and he clutched back, keeping the person from falling. When he did so he felt a pulse, one similar in feeling to the book he saw earlier. He was aware that the woman he was gripping had felt something similar about him through some weird connection. He didn't say anything about it right there, but he was determined to talk to this girl later on about it. "It's fine, I wasn't looking where I was going, sorry." Vincent said, smiling with a bit of embarrassment. He did that far too often. He heard some faint music, but it was familiar music. "Hey, nice song. Gotta love Three Days Grace." He said with a grin. Even if I say it'll be alright, still I hear you say you want to end your life... He thought to himself, humming the song under his breath. "Damn, now it's stuck in my head." He said laughing. He took the card from Maggie with a quick thank you, absentmindedly putting it in his back pocket. If he was lucky he would remember it was there later on rather than just throwing it in the wash and then remembering. He stepped to the side, giving the newcomer room to walk in the rest of the way. Somehow he was going to need to figure out how to stick with her and James. the three of them were going to need to have a chat, but first James needed a good 8 to 12 hours to restore his sanity. |
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| Kirakushi | December 30, 2010, 6:45 am Post #29 |
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The young man stared at Vincent hard and blinked slowly. "Oh you did NOT just say that..." He stood up and used the rack as a support and slightly jumped as Maggie about shouted in his ear. He fell back down holding his ears and groaning, his body was over sensitive to everything. Including sound. Now he couldn't get the 1812 Overture of "Hey! Wait up a sec!" out of his head. He groaned again and squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate enough to force the sound out. The overtired insomniac whimpered slightly and blinked, staring at Maggie in horror as her face tried to melt away or something. He felt the precursor of another walking dream coming on and forced himself up and away, not wanting to flip out on the woman as she quickly bolted away and returned to shove the card into his hand. He nodded shortly and felt like his head was on a spring. Look! A bobble head! He groaned at the thought of doing a head bob like a moron. "Oh! you mean like me actually getting sleep?" He snickered and cackled and cut off short, frowning slightly and trying to chase those wily numbers across the surface of the card. Bad writers! Always feeding their numbers sugar before sending them out. Who laced his saliva with PCP? He sighed and stuck the card in his breast pocket and frowned, under normal circumstances he'd feel great that he got a woman's number, especially from one that looked that good. But normal is overrated right? He gave the clerk a nervous smile and looked at the new person that rammed into Vincent. Practicing for Sumo maybe? She seemed a little small for that though. It was a decent enough start to the day, setting aside his flipping out he'd managed to get a woman's number. And, whatever Vincent seemed to be. It was either he was simply that innocent or he was totally flaming on him. James couldn't tell if he should be flattered or mortified. "I'll be sure to give you a ring then, thank you." He patted his pocket and would have given her more than a grin but he was worried that he'd fall over like a felled tree. James wobbled at the whole situation, he couldn't tell anything about anyone was off, he couldn't concentrate enough to tell. His eyes throbbed painfully and his eyelids grew heavy, his body started bogging down and everything started to slow down. THEN! The dreaded yawn monster reared it's wide, jaw cracking, tonsil popping, eye watering head. He wobbled slightly and blinked a few times, rubbing at the edges of his eyes and staggered away from Vincent and around the store to lower himself with a slight groan into one of the plush chairs and sit there for a moment. He felt like he was going to sink through the chair with how heavy he felt as he leaned back. The insomniac gave a cheesy grin to the air as the edges of his vision blackened. "I do decla-" His mouth snapped shut, not because he wanted to stop but more because his head dropped to his chest suddenly. He snapped his head up, his eyes wide open as he looked around not realizing the blackout. To him it was like one of those moments where Mario goes down the tubes with the funky djoo djoo djoo sound. He stared at the book cases around him and wondered if he should head home but he was comfortable and felt that someone had lined the back of his pants with lead. James let out another sigh and sunk a little deeper into the chair wondering if his mind would allow him to get some sleep or if it would continue to work and cause him to wake up right into a walking nightmare again. |
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| The Warlord | December 30, 2010, 6:52 am Post #30 |
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He stepped out of the bus that morning. It was the crack of dawn when Ryan arrived in Carlisle. He had spent what little he had on the bus ride. It was rare he had enough to spoil himself; he figured he deserved it after his last brawl. He had no bag on him. Everything he owned was on his person; his clothes, a lead pipe and a can of pepper spray; all held within the protection of pocket. He even found a pair of black leather gloves for his hands, though mainly to conceal his prints; a new city, a new territory, fresh prey for him to sink his teeth in. He was going to spend the morning patrolling the city to get his bearings. He was going to mark, and spot small defenceless businesses. His favourite preys were gas stations, 7-elevens and whatever small store he could find. He wasn’t doing it to get rich; they offered little but it was enough for him. The police usually had bigger fish to fry then a drifting criminal and his generic clothing made him hard to identify. The hood was down, his sunglasses were on, and unlike other drifters he made sure his clothes were clean and didn’t leave a stench directly to him. Stinky people caught the attention and it was the last thing he wanted. Luckily, he bathed yesterday, and a good catch could net him enough for a cheap motel room. He took a whiff of that fresh air as he ventured into the city of Carlisle. This city was big; it was brim with possibility. It was as Ryan expected; the city did not disappoint. He spotted in the first few hours several locations that offered several escape routes. The amount of people was staggering, but he hid among the crowd; it helped that he wasn’t really tall; it made navigating through them much easier. He kept his eyes to the sky too, making mental notes of the rooftops. The city was cramped; the roofs were generally close together, which meant more escape possibilities. There was one store in particular that caught his interest. A book store; it was near a campus, but most importantly he spotted the buildings nearby, if he didn’t know any better they could easily be used. He grinned to himself as he stepped forward into the Bookstore. Two people were blocking his bath, not like it mattered as he squeezed between them and made his way inside. “Excuse me” He said simply. At least he apologized. He kept his head down, and he was a fairly short man so they probably didn’t see his face. He quickly glanced around; his sunglasses hiding his scanning eyes. A female cashier sitting on a stool…. A guy sitting on those reading chairs, and the couple at the entrance. He kept note as he made his way to the nearest aisle. They’ll stop blocking the entrance, eventually, might as well pretend to look at book titles until they do. It would also be wise to wait a bit for that cash register to fill up a bit… though Ryan wasn’t going to wait too much, he was getting hungry. Edited by The Warlord, December 30, 2010, 7:06 am.
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| Reaxeons | December 30, 2010, 7:17 am Post #31 |
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His smile put her at ease, it was the same look that she had on her face most likely. "Oh, yes . . .I should probably take these out before I run anyone else over." Popping the other ear bud out, she tucked it all into her hoodie's pocket, and glanced behind the guy. "Um . . .I'm sorry I didn't catch your name, but is that guy over there . . .okay? He seems . . .delusional?" Eilhsa asked out of concern. She knew what it was, Lez had had it for all of his life, though it had been a bit less so in the past few months. "He just blacked out didn't he?" She was really getting worried about this man, she didn't even know him though! Why would it concern her? Still . . . she wanted to help for some reason, make the guy feel better, if he would let her. She shrugged a little for a moment, and looked back to the guy that she had smacked into."Sorry about my manners, I'm Eilhsa, friends call me Eil. Does he have a sleeping disorder or something? I have a friend that used to have that, he hasn't had trouble in a few months though . . ." She looked over at the chair, worried. She remembered how Lez had been while in his mood swings from lack of sleep. "My apartment is a just about a four minute walk from here, he can pass out on my couch if he wants. Saves him the trouble of walking to where ever he has to get back to, for the moment anyways." Any thoughts about work or college books flew from her mind, her lil' miss nurse side was coming out. She had always wanted to help people when hurt or sick, and she would be very persistent until she was allowed to help who ever needed it. Lez would cover for her at work, he knew that she often got lost in her own affairs and adventures daily, and her shift was close to over anyways. She laid her hand on the one mans arm, to ask him if he wanted to have any help with the sleep deprived one, and a shock ran through her arm again, a wave of a feeling, and then it was gone again. She jumped slightly, surprised again. What the hell was that? . . . Every single time I get near this guy it seems . . .weird . . . She blushed ever so slightly, she had been staring at his face intently while thinking about the shock, she must seem like an idiot to him just staring like that. She heard a voice behind her, and turned, nodding politely to the man, moving out of his way, muttering a soft "sorry" and then moved back to where she had been standing before he had walked through. Edited by Reaxeons, December 30, 2010, 7:20 am.
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| Memento Mori | December 30, 2010, 7:30 am Post #32 |
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Storyteller Post For Maggie, James, Eilhsa, and Vincent Challenge rating: Intuition VS Ryan's Guile 1/10 Those who have an intuition of 1 do not sense anything wrong. Those with an intuition of above 1 will sense varying degree's of suspicion, worry, etc(take your pick based on your character) as Ryan enters the shop. |
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| Kraveing_volkf | December 30, 2010, 7:47 am Post #33 |
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Reia lightly curled her lip some as the sketchbook was snatched away. "Thats mean." She meekly stated her lip quivering some before she started grinning again. "Foo~~ood." She started howling some, not like a wolf or anything, more like she was singing, except she was off key. The young girl started giggling happily as she proceeded to dance around the pair. She had started simply lightly swaying as she moved around them, however it wasn't long before she had turned around and was moonwalking while thrusting her arms down in tune with her leg motions. "Food, yea yea yea, I want food, yea yea yea, Cause I'm hungry, yea yea. Feed me!~" It was not all that odd for her to dance and sing, primarily the latter being when she isn't listening to anything, though the former is just about any chance she gets. If she isn't dancing shes running an obstacle course, playing games, or really, really bored. During her dancing she took note of a boy whom she had seen a few times sticking to an officer or older woman. She giggled slightly at his attempts to hide but being shorter than others kind of makes that hard, especially when the person noticing you is also shorter. She didn't make any moves, just keeping to her dance and 'feed me' song. |
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| Kyoichi | December 30, 2010, 8:51 pm Post #34 |
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Intuition: 1 ~Vincent~ Vincent saw the guy with sunglasses and the hood walk in. Vincent was also wearing a hood, though he didn't quite understand why the guy would wear sunglasses inside. Oh well. He put the dude out of his mind and turned his attention back to Eli. Another pulse went through Vincent as Eli touched him again. He gave her a sly look and said "Shh, I think he's actually going to go to sleep. I say we leave him be. If he wakes up then we can take him somewhere else. Oh! I'm Vincent, nice to meet you" He said, shaking her hand, yet another pulse flying through him. "Heh, man that's a weird feeling. I think we need to have a little chat..." He said, grabbing her hand and gently pulling her towards James. He stopped far enough away that If James was awake, he could hear them, but if he was sleeping they wouldn't wake him. "So have you been having...dreams? or maybe seeing weird things one minute and the next, nothing?" He asked her, looking around first to make sure no one else would pay attention to them enough to overhear the conversation. |
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| Reaxeons | December 30, 2010, 9:21 pm Post #35 |
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Eilhsa jumped, a little less so then before this time, when Vincent took her by the hand and lead her away from the door towards the now seemingly sleeping man in the chair. She had a thought, it seemed random, but her gut kept her thinking about the man she had let past them. Something was . . .off. She felt slightly sick, and didn't know why, and then realized that Vincent was asking her questions. She had caught the jist of it, thankfully, and didn't have to ask him to repeat himself for her to answer. She thought back to the last three weeks or so of sleep, where she would have dreams, and wake up in the cold sweat, only to not remember a thing afterwards. She felt like she was missing something, something important. "I guess . . . you could put it that way I suppose, I've been having tough luck sleeping really, not as bad as him . . ." She gestured at the man in the chair, "But it hasn't been the best. And as for seeing things per-say . . .no, though I've been getting . . . This must sound crazy, but feelings of off certain people. Like when you touch my hand . . . It's like a jolt." She blushed slightly, to her own ears it sounded like she was just explaining herself, but she knew that it could be taken in a context of her flirting. Just as suddenly as she was distracted, her gut instinct kicked her mentally once more. She turned, in a general direction, looking to see where that man with the hoodie and glasses had gone to. Glasses like that inside was a bit much . . . what was it that was bothering her so much about this man? She had worked at the video game shop for a long time, and was always the one to tell Lez to check peoples pockets that might have shop lifted, but something about him seemed a bit more dangerous then just a shoplifter. "Um . . .could you maybe, just um . . . go over to the counter and stay close to the lady and cash register for a moment, just talk her up maybe? This seems really weird, but I don't trust that guy that came in." Squinting a bit, she popped one head phone in, her safety blanket in moments when she gets really scared or nervous, and walked nonchalantly in the direction the man had headed. As she spotted him, she looked only for a moment at it, and moved past him to the end of the bookshelf, seeing the names of the authors over here, she picked a random one, and softly muttered to herself the name over and over, as if she was looking for a certain book of his. Crouching for a moment, she took out a large book, hard cover, maybe about 600 pages, and stood back up, back to the book shelf now, opening the book to the front of it, and scanning it as if thinking about buying it. If push came to shove, the book was heavy, and a good smack on the back of the head, or in the temple would make him think twice if he was up to no good. Eilhsa had dealt with a fair share of rough housing with Lez, or the common rowdy teenage shoplifter in the store. Easy targets on the body were often forgotten to be covered by people that had more on their mind then safety. She laughed a bit to herself, she always made things a bit more dramatic then what was needed, but playing video games almost 24/7 and reading fantasy books just encouraged that. Walking past the guy once more, she headed over to the counter and smiled nicely at the lady, Maggie was on her name tag. "Hi~ I'm Eilhsa, I work across the street, you have a wonderful job, being surrounded by books all the time, are you the owner or do you just work here?" Eilhsa seemed air-headily happy, and very calm. She was trying to create small talk to see how long the guy would be here, she didn't want to leave, her gut told her something bad would happen if no one but Maggie and the hooded man were in the store. |
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| Kirakushi | December 30, 2010, 9:23 pm Post #36 |
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Response to Challenge Rating: Intuition:3 (this...well...hehe you thought my other posts were funny? >w>) James blinked at the new person that walked in and glowered, something didn't feel right. His stomach felt like someone had dropped a hot coal in it when he looked at the guy, who the hell wore sunglasses this early in the morning? AND inside? The insomnia started to stand up and about jumped out of his skin, leaping into the air like a startled cat with a bit of a yowl when the golden armor clad figure appeared RIGHT next to him, pointing at the man in the sunglasses. He scrambled for words and held a hand over his heart. "ACK! You sodding...Who the hell are you?!" He blinked, the figure was gone, the bedraggled young man looked around frantically, his curly and wavy mixed hair bounced and curled as he about shook his head, looking a little like something out of the Exorcist, minus the pea soup of course. He glared at the golden armored figure who stood staring at him from behind what looked like a dragon's head helm. The description of the helm was something to be hold for certain: the swept back horns were teardrop in shape and almost touched at the very tips while sharp looking ridge spikes were swept back from the crown of the head, growing larger until they reached the horns where the largest bent back was just between the horns, large enough that if the armored figure lowered his head to catch someone with the horns of the helm that pointed spike would catch them first before the horns did. The scale detail was phenomenal! Small rounded pebbly scales on the nose that grew larger and larger the further back towards the neck they went until they turned into proper scales, ridged and flared at the tops that continued down the rest of the body, only the front side was particularly smooth. Dat back! Did someone order a walking cheese grater? James stomped up to the figure and stared him down hard, it was a little shorter than he, around a foot or so and standing right in front of a rack of books, to him, that armored figure was very real and the hot coal feeling increased the closer he got to it. He ignored the feeling, his face looking like a feral creature, the sleep deprivation of his insomnia chipping in to make him look like a total nut job. What he didn't know is that the armored figure was standing where the man in sunglasses was, and the insomniac was gonna go grade A ape shit. "Who the fuck do you think you are?! Showing up at random, in all the shadows and running away like some little bitch! You a flipping coward?! Carrying that weapon around all brave like but disappearing every time you're looked for!" He pointed at the hilt of a short sword that was strapped across the scaled chest of the armored figure as he snarled. He did a mock afraid dance making an "OoOoOoO" sound, waving his hands over his head slightly as if panicking. "I'm on to your game! I know what you are! And I'll be DAMNED if I'm going to sit idly by while you make a mess of things!" He jerked off his jacket and threw it randomly at the counter, rolling up the sleeves of his thermal shirt. He was gonna kick that armored ass so hard that it rang like the bells of the Sistine Chapel. You don't mess with crazy when it's tired. "I'mma beat you until your head rings! Let's see if that armored head of yours can make a purdy sound!" He cackled crazily and grabbed a hold of the book shelf, luckily, since more often than not book stores were subject to growing larger their shelves weren't often bolted down. That meant that Wack-o (see what I did thar >w>) would possibly be able to play his favorite game of Dominoes with Goldy Scales before he or she got comfortable in Little Bear's bed. Oh, wait, wrong story. |
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| Jengal | December 30, 2010, 9:30 pm Post #37 |
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Freddy watched as the girl began to dance. It was the most beautiful dance he ever saw! This time he managed to crane his whole head out from behind the vending machine, putting his small face in full view. 'I wonder if her mom's going here too... Maybe my mom and her mom know each other!' He thought giddily. 'Maybe I should ask mom about her later...' He thought, his view briefly obscured by a student using the vending machine. 'Why not just ask for her as a mate, dumbo?' echoed a voice in Freddy's head. 'She can't refuse if you outmatch her, I know you're younger but you should still be able to take her!' echoed the voice again. Freddy quickly shook his head. He had been told about imaginary friends before by his mom, but this voice he had been hearing over the last few days wasn't very nice. He had seen a girl on tv who had a mean imaginary friend and he took over her body and made her face all scratched and green and her head swing around, and they had to get a priest in to shout at her and throw water at her, this made Freddy panic so much he began crying and he ended up not sleeping for days, and now it could be happening to him! Freddy suddenly became very aware that he had stepped out from behind the vending machine and was standing in plain view of the girls, he panicked and in a mad-cap attempt to conceal himself, ended up running straight into the plastic window of the vending machine, getting knocked onto his behind. He froze, he didn't feel much pain from the impact, but he did feel a burning in his cheeks from embarassment. 'You idiot! She'll tear your throat out now!' shouted the voice. Freddy slowly turned his head towards the group, hoping against hope they didn't just see what happened. |
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| Memento Mori | December 30, 2010, 9:55 pm Post #38 |
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Storyteller Post This challenge rating post is for several things. Eilhsa and Victor: Mental Capacity and Discipline to cope with the constant odd feelings you get from each other, ontop of your little confessions to each other. Challenge Rating: (Mental Capacity) 2/10 (Discipline) 1/10 James: Strength to determine whether or not he's capable of pulling over a rather long, tall, heavy bookshelf in time to hit Ryan. I've made this CR higher than normal due to the fatigue Jame's muscles would be experiencing during his sleep deprivation. Challenge Rating: (Strength) 5/10 Ryan: Dexterity to determine whether or not he can avoid any falling books(even if James avoids pulling it over, some are probably going to fall from the shaking). If he choses to try to convince people he's not up to something, Guile and Discipline. If he choses to run, Speed. Challenge Rating: (Dexterity) 3/10 (Discipline) 2/10 +1 Again, due to the scene (Speed) 2/10 to leave the shop. (Strength) 2/10 to push past Maggie and James. Auto-hit grant: Pepper spray. The bulk will hit James, but some will hit maggie. Due to the angle she's standing at, it will mostly just hit her neck and cheek on one side of her face, which burns, but does not hinder her ability to see. If any of these C.R.s are unrelated to what you want to do to your post and you think you may need more C.R.s determined for you, please ask in the OOC BEFORE you post. NPC POST Maggie Intuition: 2 Maggie had returned to the shelf and was going back to adding sales tags to things even as James moved to the oversized chairs. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he sat down and momentarily blacked out. She couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the poor guy... She'd seen people going through awakenings that ended up much like he was. She had had a few bouts of illness due to a lack of sleep, even though she couldn't remember leaving the house, it was always obvious the next morning she had. When the guy in the hoodie entered, sunglasses on and his head down slightly, she frowned. Her eyes took note of his baggy clothes... shoplifters tended to wear baggy clothes. She never understood why people would want to steal from a bookstore of all places, but they did. She was about to set aside what she was working on and go over to ask him if he needed help finding anything(that was how they were taught to help scare shop lifters off during training), when the girl who'd been in the doorway came over with a book and started making small talk. Maggie smiled slightly, her light brown eyes friendly, though she kept glancing at the new guy in the shop. "Nice to meet you. No, I don't own the place, I just work here. The owner leaves the shop with me when I'm not in class and not off, and he takes over when I can't be here. I love this place... it's very homey." She glanced at the book in the girl's hands. "Did you want to buy that, or did you have questions? Keaton is a great author, we've got a pretty big selection of his work." She was itching to approach the guy in the glasses, especially because much like the others, there was a sense about him that was beyond just making her uncomfortable... She could practically feel her hackles rise, even though it didn't show on her face. That was when the sleep deprived guy jumped up and marched over to the guy in the hoodie, shouting about goodness only knew what. He grabbed the book shelf and started acting like he wanted to pull it over. "Hey! Hey, wait! Stop that!" Maggie cried, and she jumped over the counter without thinking about it, her hands planting on the counter top as she jumped and pushed down with her hands, vaulting herself over it, showing off her years of sports and probably some amount of time doing either track or gymnastics. When she reached James, her hands reached out to try to grab his shoulders, to pull him back from the stranger as she tried to get him to snap out of it. "James! Wait, Stop or you'll trash the shop and my boss'l kill me!" Edited by Memento Mori, December 30, 2010, 10:21 pm.
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| Kyoichi | December 30, 2010, 9:59 pm Post #39 |
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| The Warlord | December 30, 2010, 10:35 pm Post #40 |
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Ryan’s stomach grumbled as he was apparently in the cookbook section. He didn’t eat anything since last night and he spotted several small restaurants on his way here. A quick heist will give him a quick brunch, but it was annoying. He kept eying the exit; put the couple was still there ogling at each other. He snarled internally. Though, after awhile they finally separated. He didn’t care much about who was in front of the cash register. The cashier didn’t seem to strong; he could easily get away without anyone getting hurt, other than their mental trauma but they’ll get over it. He picked up a book and was about to make his way, when the guy sitting in the chair suddenly stood up yelling obscenities. What was he on? It didn’t take long before he realized the drug addict was talking to Ryan. He had his fair share of crazy hobo and vaguards. This one proved dangerous however, when he starting shaking the bookshelf. Books were raining down on Ryan, but he was quick enough to dodge the bigger ones. He dropped his book and took out his pepper spray and he sprays it right in the maniac’s face, hitting the cashier. When did she get up from her post? No matter; this was an opportunity. He ploughed right through the both of them as he quickly walked for the cash register. He didn’t need to keep up the charade; he thought. Just open the cash register, grab some bills and bust on out of here. There was still the couple in his way. He wasn’t good at tact, and he was hungry. So he just rushed forward; he was going to tackle them out of his way if they tried to stop him. His goal was the money. |
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| Memento Mori | December 30, 2010, 11:21 pm Post #41 |
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Storyteller Post The following Challenge Ratings apply to the situation: James Defense to determine how well he copes with the pain of the spray in his eyes and face and mental capacity to deal with the situation as a whole in his already stressed mental state. Challenge Rating: (Defense) 2/10 (Mental Capacity) 5/10 Maggie Defense to deal with the pain of the spray on her skin, strength to try to hold James still during his freak out, discipline to stay calm and not let her other self start to take control. Challenge Rating: (Defense) 1/10 (Strength) 2/10 vs 1/10 (Discipline) 3/10 Eilhsa These stats are for the proposed attempt to stop or slow down Ryan in his robbing of the store. All stats will be written as Eilhsa's stats vs Ryan's stats. To attempt to hit: Challenge Rating: (Speed) 1/10 vs 3/10 (Dexterity) 3/10 vs 3/10 Ryan is faster than Eilhsa, so she throws a hit and even though she does make contact(dexterity vs dexterity), he also manages to block her hit easily, his hand seeming to be there before her's even gets halfway to him. The contact between her hit and his hand results in the following CR to see if she can manage to do any damage at all or slow him down: Challenge Rating: 1/10 (Strength) vs (Defense) 4/10 Ryan In order for Ryan to make it to the cash register, he has to make it around the displays and people to the register. This will require a Dexterity and Speed check. If he reaches the register, he has to attempt to get in to the register, which is bolted down and requires a specific button to be hit to open it. This will require Discipline to take the time to figure out how to open the register, and dexterity to find and hit the button, then grab the cash. Challenge Rating: (Dexterity) 4/10 (Speed) 3/10 Ryan is fast enough to get to the register, but he's not quite nimble enough to get there without flaw... he knocks things over, trips himself up, etc on the way there. Challenge Rating: (Discipline) 2/10 (Dexterity) 3/10 In order to bust the register open with his lead pipe, it would take several hits for it to work, and would require the following C.R. to be passed: Challenge Rating: (Speed) 4/10 (Strength) 4/10 Ryan meets the requirements to break it open strength wise, but he's not quite fast enough to get all the hits in before someone gets to him, leaving him open to attack from the other occupants of the store. Edited by Memento Mori, December 30, 2010, 11:31 pm.
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| Kirakushi | December 31, 2010, 12:17 am Post #42 |
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Response to Challenge Rating: Defense:1; Mental Capacity:3 He rocked the shelf hard but it didn't move anywhere, he blinked at Maggie as she grabbed a hold of him. Oh yeah, hot chick worked here, durh! He blinked and came slightly to his senses and looked to the side to the armored figure he was going to drop the shelf on but it was instead the guy in sunglasses who was there, scrambling around and pulling out a canister. What? Did he need to have PERFECT hair right now or something? The answer came in a spray to the eyes, the pepper spray stinging his already burning eyes. "FUCK! SON OF A MOTHER FUCKING RAT BASTARD BITCH! He tried to claw at his eyes, bowled over to the side against a book shelf, which he promptly began slamming his head against to try to get rid of the pain. Accept me. James blinked his painful eyes open and about screamed, the room having gone all funky color. The hell did dude have? PCP and Acid mix spray? Flippin' hippies and sellin' that stuff! He stared at the golden armored figure, the only one that didn't seem to be glowing red, blue, white, or any other odd color than gold. "Who the HELL are you?!" he slammed his head against the wood of the bookshelf again this time fracturing the wood and ripping his beanie off. How odd would one find it to see a flipping out man start sprouting horns and ridges? Well, one way to find out right? He rammed the side of his head against the shelf again, the solid teardrop shaped horn on that side biting into the wood and sticking there as it grew along with the others. smallish ridges broke the skin and dribbled blood all down across the pained insomniac's head and onto his clothing. He rubbed at his screaming eyes again and stared at his own hands, the hot colors freaking him out more as his mind fell into the hallucinations again, the scent of his own blood mingling with the intense burn of the pepper spray drove him to scream in agony and rage. I am you. Accept me. The golden helm came off to show a face that was much like his own, minus the facial hair and the eyes were red, kind of like rubies but with a faint tinge of an emerald color in them as well. The other image grinned at him, showing the teeth he'd expect to see on a predator animal and there were scales too! Rawr he was a dinosaur! Wait..Wha? James struggled against the book shelf, his horn lodged in the wood enough to make it difficult for him to pull away on his own. "This is a dream. It's gotta be a dream. Screw you hallucination scaly man! Screw. You." He struggled frantically not understanding why things were such odd colors including himself when he put his hands up to his eyes to try to tear them out and get rid of the remaining pepper spray that was mingling with his blood and tears. He felt a knot rise up in his throat and choke off any words that would come next, he knew he shouldn't have swallowed that apple whole. Wait, that was his voice box. Oops. He clawed frantically, alternating between his throat which a thick bass vibration was gurgling out from and his screaming eyes which were starting to be blinded by the bright red color of his blood that was running into them. You'll understand, in time. In time, you'll appreciate what you are...what I am. The golden apparition reached out and jerked Jame's head forward, dislodging the horn from the shelf and slammed the golden helmet onto the panicked, battered young man before punching the top of it and driving the young man onto his ass and making his head ring like a bell and his vision fall into the blessed blackness of sleep. What was visible to the others, on the other hand, was James twitching forward and staggering back, falling down on his back, the grown horns clattering against the solid floor beneath the carpet a rich ribbed mahogany color showed through the crimson red of the blood that covered the horns and ridges that peeked through his blood slicked dark hair. The only thing calm about him now that he had a faint smile on his lips with his eyes closed fully, the smooth rise and fall of his chest told of a deep sleep as well. For a time during the scene, Vincent had been able to see the ruby red color that his irises had changed to with the slivers of emerald to truly make them stand out, not to mention the cats eye pupil in the middle but, should they check his eyes they were once again the original hazel and would react to light as normal but nothing else. Edited by Kirakushi, December 31, 2010, 12:48 am.
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| Memento Mori | December 31, 2010, 12:55 am Post #43 |
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Storyteller Post This is a Challenge Rating post that will apply to ALL characters that take notice of James. For all characters BUT Maggie: Challenge Rating: (Mental Capacity) 5/10 For Maggie: Challenge Rating: (Mental Capacity) 2/10 Obviously, this does not apply to James... who is unconcious. Edited by Memento Mori, December 31, 2010, 12:56 am.
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| Kyoichi | December 31, 2010, 1:06 am Post #44 |
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Mental Capacity: 2 Discipline: 2 ~Vincent~ Vincent nodded to Eli as she admitted to the weird feelings and the difficulty sleeping. He wasn't too phased by this, in face he was kinda glad for it. For one it proved that there were "Magical" things that happened in the world, and another thing is that he no longer felt somewhat crazy. He shrugged and was about to pop his head phones in when James stood up. Vincent grinned widely, knowing he was about to do something crazy. Vincent was a fan of crazy. James walked right up to the guy with the sunglasses and went on a rant. so Vincent was wrong about not being right....that guy was definitely bad news. He walked behind the guy quietly and non-nonchalantly, giving him a 5 foot berth. If James really tried to hit the guy, or if the guy tried to hit James, Vincent was in a good position to one-shot him. He got into a high long-fist stance, heels together, standing sideways in relation to his target. His palm pressed against his right fist, his right elbow raised up behind him. The guy threw off his guise of being just another customer and pepper sprayed James and Maggie, then instantly walking towards the cash register. Vincent hesitated. He could attack the obviously more aggressive and stronger guy, or he could try to help out James and Maggie. His choice was made for him when the criminal moved too far away. He rushed over to James, who was freaking out. He tried to get in and restrain the poor guy, who was now screaming at nothing and smashing his head into the bookshelf. He began bleeding and suddenly a horn was protruding out of his head, causing it to stick into the wood. Vincent tried to see what James was seeing, but couldn't. James' eyes turned a cool and crazy color and he fell to the floor, seemingly knocked out. Vincent rushed over to make sure he wasn't bleeding too much. He tentatively touched one of the horns and felt a shock go through him. His eyes went wide and he jumped back, surprised the horns could actually exist. He had blood and bits of flesh all over the finger he had touched the horn with, and he frantically wiped it off on the side of his hoody, saying "No no no, not uh, no way dude!" in a calm sounding voice which directly contrasted the look on his face and his body language. out of sight, out of mind... He said to himself in his head, but it didn't help. Thoughts of things protruding from his head flowed through him, causing him to back up into the nearest shelf, tugging his hood down tight to his head. He stayed like this, but his mind went elsewhere. calm yourself...You are not like him, thus horns you shall not have...you embarrass me and yourself, acting like this... The cloaked man with the staff from his dreams said, his voice more clear and understandable now than it had been in the dream. Vincent's conscious was wrapped in itself, both a natural defense from the shock and an attempt by this mysterious figure to snap the young man known as Vincent out of his mental freak out. Vincent chanced it and looked up. He was back on the tower, but it was burning daylight outside. I believed you to be open minded enough to handle such a simple truth. Am I wrong in my assumption? The man asked, his face still hidden. He looked down on Vincent, who stood up slowly from his crouched position. "No, I accept it. It's just...I am so not into changing. I like being human. But if what you say is true, then I have nothing to fear." Vincent responded, looking up into the cowl of the being who shared this strange place with him. Vincent could feel power emanating from him, the magic pulsated through him like a bass line at a live show. Good, then I will leave it to you to find a way out of this domain. Consider it a test to prove to me that you are not speaking falsely... The cloaked man disappeared, taking his powerful presence with him. Vincent was left alone, tasked with the mission to get himself out of his head and back into the real world. Edited by Kyoichi, December 31, 2010, 10:12 pm.
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| Reaxeons | December 31, 2010, 1:36 am Post #45 |
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The one man in the chair got up, and she glanced over to see what he could possibly be doing, as tired as he seemed, when he started over to the hooded man, and started ranting. Maggie and Vincent both rushed over to him, and the book shelf was shaken, the hooded man had pepper spray, and used it to get away from the sleepy man and Maggie. He ran over to the counter where she was still standing. Thinking quickly, she bashed the spine of the book towards his face, but he was amazingly fast compared to her, and blocked it, effectively knocking it out of her weak grasp. "Shit . . . " She whispered to herself quietly. Realizing that he wanted to steal the money out of the register, she dodged out of the way, not wanting to be bowled over by him. Looking back, she saw the one man on the ground, bleeding from his head, and Vincent rushing over. Ducking out of the way she ran over to Maggie and the inert man on the ground. Crouching down, she knelt in the growing circle of blood, and put her hands on his face, tapping him to see if he would open his eyes or if he was passed out cold. A strange thing met her sight though, this man . . .he had horns . . . Panic welled up inside of Eilhsa, but she ground her teeth together, not letting out the scream of surprise leave her lips. I'm seeing things, thats all, I'm seeing things again, it is all in my mind, just help him now . . . those horns . . .Arg! Lifting her now red covered hands to her face, she brushed her hair out of the way, and looked up to the ceiling, he face now painted with the red like brutal war paint. A mental breakdown was not what she needed right now, but thats what she was getting. Breathing rapidly, she looked back down, and keeping her eyes trained on his face only, she pushed the thoughts of demons and devils form her mind. This man was odd, and seemingly dangerous, but he was also hurt, she needed to help him somehow. But she was scared. Feeling around in her pockets, hands shaking, she came up short, the only thing she had was her mp4 player, her wallet, and her bandanna for tying back her hair when jogging. Frowning slightly, she made up her mind and drew out her bandanna, using it to try and staunch the flow of blood coming from his head. Hands shook more and more violently, before she had to close her eyes and just not focus on the horns. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on before she went completely insane, because that was the only explaination, she was going insane."Come on friend, hang in there. . ." She whispered to him, just as much as she was talking to herself. Her music was laying on the floor from her slipping out her pockets, still playing. ~I will fight, one more fight, Don't break down in front of me~ lyrics
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| Memento Mori | December 31, 2010, 1:39 am Post #46 |
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NPC Post Maggie Maggie took the pepper spray to the side of her face and neck, which immediately began to turn red, irritated and burned by the stuff. She let out a sound that was half cry, half yelp. What the hell? Why spray her? She was trying to keep James from hurting him. Maybe she should have just let him go nuts on the guy! James fell back somewhat in to her arms, and she caught him, staggering slightly under his weight as he let fly with a string of obscenities that would have made a sailor blush. She was simultaneously trying to wipe the spray from her skin and get James to calm down, as he was screaming and slamming his head in to the shelf behind him, getting blood everywhere as horns began to protrude from his head. "Shit! Shitshitshit!" she cursed under her breath, her light brown eyes looking up at Vincent, who had joined them and looked shocked and was pale at the sight of the horns. When he touched one of them, her stomach churned. The horns were, naturally, still coated in peices of skin and blood, so that couldn't have been pleasant. She'd made that mistake once before, and she'd never do it again... Never touch anything newly grown from someone's body. It's usually a bad idea. Not to mention, really really gross. She watched James go through part of what was very obviously his awakening, unable to do very much with him flailing around. When he finally passed out, she looked relieved. Of course, there was the robber to deal with... but frankly, she didn't care too much about him at this point. She had bigger issues to deal with... Like the unconcious, horned man bleeding all over the place. With a grimace, she remembered the shop having security cameras. That's not good she told herself, and for once, she was truly and honestly glad her other half was asleep during the day unless under the most extreme circumstances. The vampire was too proud... and didn't like being pushed around. She'd have had Maggie chasing the robber down and ignoring the bleeding, horned guy on the floor at her feet. After forcing the guy's hood up over the horns, Maggie slid her arms under James's arm pits and hefted with all she had, trying to drag him out of view of the security cameras, though they were positioned to be nearly everywhere. She had to get him out of sight somehow... somewhere safe... and she had to find a place to hide him. If those tapes made it in to the hands of whoeever found people like them... it wasn't likely James would be with them much longer. For the first time in the entire catastrophe happening in the shop, Maggie seemed to notice the girl... Eilhsa, she said her name was. Maggie's eyes took in the girl as she pushed her hair out of her face, fingers soaked with blood and thusly spreading the sanguine liquid over her skin. She was hyperventilating, and the panic on her face was obvious. "Hey! Hey, look at me! LOOK AT ME!" she yelled, trying to snap the other girl out of it. "Look at me, Eilhsa. NOW! I need you to focus, okay? I need you to focus and help me get him out of here. I need to get him somewhere safe. Can you help me with that?" She'd dealt with freakouts before, and she only hoped Eilhsa would calm down. Storyteller Post Vincent fails his mental capacity check for handling seeing James's freak out and the resulting horns, so he would not be able to even think clearly enough to think of Eli or saving her. Kyo has the opportunity to edit the attack out of his post and write it to have him reacting properly to the shift, or I will edit his actions in another Storyteller's post to fit what I think is more appropriate. Eilhsa: Challenge rating to calm down and focus Challenge Rating: (Mental Capacity) 3/10 (Discipline) 2/10 Edited by Memento Mori, December 31, 2010, 1:44 am.
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| The Warlord | December 31, 2010, 2:19 am Post #47 |
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Ryan made a mad dash for the cash register as he heard the insane man behind him ramble on. The poor guy must’ve seriously lost it. He didn’t bother looking back, nothing he could do would help; from the sounds of it was an irreparable case. He had a bit of an issue. He accidentally knocked over a couple of stands and nearly lost his balance. He didn’t expect to be yelled at before his heist. He never really got used to those insane vanguards; they always caught you off-guard. There was one obstacle in front of him; a girl wielding a big book. There was no need to do any harm to her. He moved quickly and managed to swat the book out of her hands. He stared her down, and she seemed to have gotten the message as she quickly got out of his way. He leapt over the counter, sliding a bit and falling on his side, but he quickly recovered. He was hungry. The only thing that was currently on his mind was food. Where was he going to eat? A place had a special on ribs, but he saw a buffet too… He banged on the cash register, being too caught up in the moment to remember how to open these blasted things. He was hungry, and he was hungry now! He took out his lead pipe, as it was resting quietly in his pants pocket and raised it above his head. He gave a good hit on the cash register, but it wasn’t enough. He was about to smash it once more, when he looked up at the others. The crazy guy was… on the ground bleeding.. He cursed beneath his breath. He just arrived here, and he already killed someone?! No… He seemed to be alive. He looked at the others that were in a state of shock, good they won’t chase after him, but… they won’t do much of anything. He spotted the phone nearby and dialled the three numbers he dreaded, and threw it to the side. The police station was able to track down a number in an instant; the cops were on their way. He wasn’t going to risk telling the cops his voice as he raised his lead pipe once more preparing to hit the cash register until it opened, then as soon as it did, he was going to grab as many bills as he could get his hands on before dashing for the exit. They didn’t see his face. |
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| Memento Mori | December 31, 2010, 9:53 pm Post #48 |
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Storyteller Post Ryan makes it out of the shop without issue, as there is no one there to stop him. Unfortunately for him, however, the register had a time lock safe under the counter for all the big bills, so he only made it out of the shop with $50, enough to get food, but not enough for a hotel or anything in the city. By my count, the following characters in the book shop may post one more time before I will be posting another storyteller post regarding the police arriving: Eilhsa, Vincent, Maggie, and possibly James, if he passes his C.R. to wake up before then. The following challenge ratings apply to those still in the shop after Ryan leaves: Vincent to break out of the trance-like state he is in. Challenge Rating: (Mental Capacity) 2/10 (Discipline) 2/10 Maggie to move James out of the shop's main room before the cops arrive. Challenge Rating: (Strength) 2/10 (Speed) 3/10 James to wake up from his unconscious state Challenge Rating: (Defense) 3/10 For easy reference, this has been taken from my last post for Eilhsa: Eilhsa: Challenge rating to calm down and focus Challenge Rating: (Mental Capacity) 3/10 (Discipline) 2/10 Edited by Memento Mori, December 31, 2010, 9:54 pm.
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| Kirakushi | January 1, 2011, 3:35 am Post #49 |
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Response to Challenge Rating: Defense:1 James could have sworn he felt like he was floating on air, comfortable, wrapped in warm clouds that covered him from his neck to his toes, his head supported by a downy pillow of air. It was the most restful sleep he'd ever had since moving to Carlisle, that's what troubled him. He opened his eyes and stared at the grey stone of a room, frowning slightly as he sat up and looked around the grand bedroom. Odd, wasn't he just doing something? Oh yeah, sleeping. Duh. He shook his head, his long black hair cascading down his naked chest, back and shoulders he looked around quickly when he heard someone shift behind him, a faint and very feminine groan. A woman lay beside him, platinum blonde hair trailing behind her as she rolled towards him, a strand caught in the edge of her faintly smiling lips. So he wasn't JUST sleeping. Unce unce unce baby. He smiled and trailed his fingers along her face, plucking the strand from her lips and leading it around behind her ear. An eye cracked open to show the most burnished golden color he'd seen in his life and her smile widened to show teeth on the verge of being fangs. Darling, do you have to go? Her voice was supple and about made him drool. HELL no did he have to go! C'mere and lemme show ya somethin'! Instead he chuckled, a deep basso rumble as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Yes, my dear, the army marches today. I've got to lead out. He dragged his fingers across her skin before standing up, the covers lifting enough for him to get quite the eyeful of what she had to offer. And he'd slept through that! Life is way too flipping cruel at times. He wore nothing but small clothes as he stepped before a large mirror and looked into his own ruby eyes, the hints of emerald in them enough to make his eyes seem like actual jewels. He was wearing only small clothes but holy hell was he toned! Those thighs looked like they could crunch a soda can, the abs rippled with each breath and the pecks were tight but just large enough to be Mahn Boobies. He turned to the side to look at the woman who was now sitting up and felt a smile form on his lips. Out of the corner of his eyes he still saw the mirror. Dat ass. If he were gay and not him he'd do himself. Oh yeah. The woman smiled at him sadly and looked about ready to drag James back into the bed, something about her said that she could too. The don't know, do they? About you? That you're just wearing that form as a mask to see me, Antivan. Wat? The name echoed in his mind and he staggered back holding his ears and about doubled over. That wasn't his name. This wasn't his body. Hey! and THAT wasn't his package! N-no...I He dropped to his knees and heard the woman continue speaking as if nothing in the world was wrong while the name echoed in his ears painfully. The room turned even more gray and fell into ashes around him, leaving a burning ruin around him and the body of the woman with a shocked look in her glassy golden eyes, blood and water from the rain that was falling mixed together in the mud around her. Why? The sound mixed with the name and blared maddeningly in his mind as he roared, the sky coming so much more closer than he had ever remembered it being, the buildings around him were leveled as a great golden scaled tail swept across them, a hand pulled at his own face and suddenly he was flying at the ground, bouncing and rolling through the mud before skidding to a stop. James stood up and wiped the mud out of his eyes and stared up into the blackened ruby eyes and yelped, skittering backwards. Get out! LEAVE! You do not belong here human! James did just that, but the dragon chased him, breathing searing fire that baked the ground just behind his heels as he ran. But his feet felt like weighted blocks and he couldn't manage to lift them high enough to properly get them into motion, the heat of the breath from the monstrous form blowing right down his neck. He heard a roar and the ground beneath his feet cracked open, sending him plummeting head first into the chasm, the distant bottom looking like the eyes that he'd been running from just moments before, his heart pounding against his chest as he dropped, the red glow growing closer by the second. This would be why he never went sky diving, the ground had a tendency NOT to accept sudden visitors very well. He screamed and flailed, trying to cartwheel and grab a hold of the sides of the chasm, but every way he faced he felt the opposite wall grinding against his back, stripping off flesh and muscle like a grinder belt until there was nothing but the bone of his back showing before he dropped into the molten fire. He screamed and tried to reach up, to keep from dying but he felt himself drowning and burning, watched his flesh cook off his bones and melt to join the magma pool. Oop! there goes gravity! Back to reality! He was flailing, hard, kicking his feet as if trying to run and inadvertently helping Maggie a little too much to the point where he could possibly have knocked her over as he tried to propel himself backwards, his face set in a snarl of panic and fear while his eyes snapped left and right. The dark mahogany horns that had grown out of his head were slowly retracting into his skin. Where were they going do you ask? How is it that less than an inch of skin can conceal nearly six inches of horny goodness? Magic ninjas. Woops...wait a moment. They were going south for the winter? Nah, that's not right either. In either case they were retracting and rather quickly at this point, returning a good most of the flesh that hat been stuck to the horns and ridges back in place as if they had never sprouted and left simply a few cuts that matched up with ramming his head against a bookshelf and kicking its ass...side..thing...yeah that. But from there his usual nightmares kicked in again, trapping him in his own realm of horror as faces he knew twisted and exploded in a shower of gore that splattered against him like rotten fruit or monsters made out of everything familiar chased him down and tried to dig their fangs into his flesh. Good fun times. The thing that stayed the same no matter the dreams was the golden armored figure watching him in the distance without the helm on, and those ruby eyes feeling as if they were going to burn a hole right through his being. |
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| Reaxeons | January 1, 2011, 8:17 am Post #50 |
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Response to Challenge Rating: (Mental Capacity) 3/10 vs. 1/10 (Discipline) 2/10 vs. 3/10 Eilhsa looked up, her eyes seemed to have taken on an almost glazed look, the shock hadn't left her body yet. Mentally she was broken. She didn't know what she was doing anymore. She was scared, covered in blood from a man that had horns sticking out of his head, and in a book store that was getting robbed. When she had gotten up this morning, she hadn't expected to go insane, and most definably not to this degree of insanity. That was the only way this was happening. Somewhere in her head, her brain was melting or shutting down or something and this was the by product. Severe hallucinations. Thats was it was. Hallucinations. She just stared blankly at Maggie as she talked and shouted at her, telling her something about moving the horned man some place safe. "No where is safe anymore . . ." She whispered to herself without even realizing it. Grabbing clumsily at the ground, she picked up her now bloodied MP4 and held it close to her chest, feeling the vibrations of it run through her hand as she rocked back and forth on her knees, still in her mind going with the insanity for a bit. What was the point of fighting it? If things were this bad in her mind, there was no turning back, right? "Help her. Helping her helps him, don't you want him to get better? You wanted to help before, don't let your fear override yourself dearie. You have the will, now use it." A voice spoke in her mind, it was familiar, but not. Motherly, calm, and yet it sounded almost like it was scolding her for being silly. Eilhsa's shaking and rocking stopped. Her body stilled, and her mind cleared, if only for a moment. So what if I'm going crazy? Let me be crazy, he's hurt and I need to help him. Get UP . . . She willed herself to stand, tucking the bandanna and mp4 into her pocket, and nodding to Maggie with wide eyes. "Good . . . And you're not crazy lovie, you're just waking up." "From what? She asked to seemingly thin air, but the voice was silent, and she snapped out of it, looking down at the man still bleeding. His horns were gone . . . were they ever truly there? Was she not crazy after all? Was this all just the stress pushing down on her, or was she still in her bed, dreaming this all up somehow? Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and just focused on Maggie and the unconscious man. Even if it was a dream, it didn't mean she could just let someone that felt so real die. "Where do we take him?" ~A neverending dream a dream of you I believe I received a sign of you~ Lyrics
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