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| ♦ Togamau | Apr 13 2017, 06:00 PM Post #46 |
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Salasais was far from at his best by this point, the piercing attack had caused him to lose yet more blood, a resource which was becoming more precious by the minute. He took a moment to savor the death rattle of the frankly insane death priest before tossing the limp body aside to concern himself more fully with the one known as Queen. He was completely oblivious to the crowd of onlookers and that was likely for the best as The Shaman was in a state just as likely to kill them as his opponents. One of his fungal limbs reached for Knight's dropped weapon while the other applied a new layer of medicinal paste to his fresh wounds in order to stave off death a little longer. The strain of maintaining his enhanced strength was intense, not only had his body never achieved such a feat before but to have been under such sustained pressure through several considerable injuries meant that his body was quickly becoming exhausted. Salas' every sense was burning as he fixed his gaze on Queen, it was clear that she had a much more commanding presence than the enemies he had faced so far that day and would require a yet greater exertion. The Shaman's labored breaths were thick with spores apparently coming from inside of his body as the parasitic fungus exerted greater influence throughout its host. Dark circles formed under his eyes with a tinge of red as he glared at his opponent before clenching his teeth and springing forward to meet her. He had one limb crossed ahead and the other behind his back gripping the pilfered needle weapon and his stance was low with his mortal arms also at the ready to respond to aggressive action. He wanted to pressure his foe into action rather than give her full time to put her own strategies in motion. Active Techs
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| Novama | Apr 24 2017, 09:15 AM Post #47 |
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Morose Morose Music for fights at noon Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon buff The remaining priest capable of putting up a fight had narrowly evaded Morose's attack that pinned the other assassin to the ground like a bug in a collection. There was no shortage of moans of anger and pain as Morose turned on the remaining priest. However, like the rest, the remaining priest was just as much of a zealot as the others and tried to rush Morose with a needle weapon before the youth was done with the previous one. Morose easily deflected the needle to the side while his knife scraped the length of the steel weapon before cutting into the father's hands. The momentum of the thrust was enough to carry the man forward within an easy stop, resulting in a few of his fingers getting separated from his hand. He dropped the needle weapon, unable to hold it anymore. Morose spun and slashed the back of the priest's knees. The assassin dropped to the ground uncontrollably. It was finished. Morose wiped his brow. There were mostly dirt and sand mixed with his sweat there, but there was blood as well. Morose became visibly sluggish as he moved back to the cart where his cloak was pinned. Tattered and filled with more than a few holes, it flapped in the breeze. Morose simply sighed and glared at it. There was no point in trying to get it back now. The sun was up and after the latest excitement, the chill that had been present all morning was no longer an issue for Morose. Looking around, Morose saw several of the freedom crew that came with him had died at the hands of the assassins. Any still alive had left or were presently in hiding. Morose attempted to push the cart at the back. It rolled a little. It would take more energy than Morose had and more hours than anyone was willing to spend in that barren island for him to roll the cart back himself. He sighed again and violently kicked the cart in frustration. He crossed his bloodied arms and pouted, his blood further staining his light colored blouse that gently flapped in the wind. Looking up, Morose saw a plume of smoke rising up from the direction of the plaza of crosses. "If he's still alive, he could probably pull the cart back single-handedly. If..." Morose hoped out loud without sounding overly optimistic. He slowly moved in the plaza's general direction, a path of bodies acting as a guide. Women, children, elderly, men, assassins, priests, pets....it did not seem to matter what got in the shaman's way. It made it all the easier for Morose to track the shaman, but his face looked all the more pale and green at the same time. Some of the bodies stared up lifelessly at Morose, foam at the mouth and hands near their throats. Morose's eyes became very grim as he finally devoured another brain bun and produced shiny, new knives of a much more lethal design. tech Morose Health ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Queen suddenly had a needle weapon in each hand. She swung her left hand wide so the weapon's arc would cut at Salasais's chest and/or intercept a blow coming from the right. Meanwhile the right side moved in with her right hand thrusting forward, her needle weapon aimed at Salasais's heart. Bishop stood in the book, but had since opened up a book. Hard to determine at distance if it was a holy book or a hymnal, but he began to recite something in an unusual language....or perhaps he was singing in an incomprehensible key. Nothing noticeably happened, though out of the corner of Salas's vision the priest may have seemed to blink occasionally with a glow that was greater than the sun overhead. Queen seemed very direct in her approach. More powerful than Rook and more direct than Knight. It would seem she had yet to fully unleash her strength however. Why that might be was not immediately obvious. |
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| ♦ Togamau | May 1 2017, 07:24 PM Post #48 |
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As the two neared one another, the moss arm at Salas' front surged forward to catch the thrusting needle and ensnare the weapon, pulling it off course if not out of its master's grip entirely. His left mortal hand moved to intercept the horizontal swing, not stopping it by any means, but certainly reducing some of the impact. Queen was fierce, and too much about the fight was still unknown, but Salasais was determined to end the conflict quickly. As Salasais moved to entangle himself with his opponent, his spores took on their hallucinogenic properties, dulling the senses of those nearby just as his free moss arm lashed out from behind him to stab at queen's shoulder from an odd angle with the stolen needle. He also threw a punch toward her face with his right hand. There would be no falling back to lick his wounds, there just wasn't the time. The Shaman would have to once again use his dangerously potent painkiller against this opponent, but timing would be everything as they would have to be dead by the time it wore off or he would be severely weakened by the backlash of it and likely killed. For now, he would be aggressively pressing attacks against his opponent to get the most out of his remaining strength. Active Techs
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| Novama | May 2 2017, 09:03 AM Post #49 |
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Morose Morose Music for fights at noon Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon buff Morose stood at the edge of the plaza and witnessed the bloody, mossy creature that was Salas. The chef took in the shattered crosses and corpses that littered the ground. He also noted the two mangled bodies of Rook and Knight. As bloody as they were, Salas had more than his fair share spilled in the courtyard. Morose's expression became darker before eyeing the odd man standing in front of the cacthedral. He appeared to be reciting something from the book he held in his hands and there was a faint aura around him. Moments after Salas's attacks on Queen, the aura on Bishop spread to her indirectly and she seemed unphased by the Shaman's direct attacks on her person. Morose looked between the two for a moment before dashing toward Bishop. The composed man saw him coming and immediately attempted to dance away. However, the boy was quite agile and put on a sudden burst of speed that the priest could not escape. Within range, Morose lashed out with wickedly sharp knives. Blood spurted from Bishop's arms with cuts running up both sleeves. The priest almost dropped his book but continued holding on and began chanting something else. Morose brought his knives around and they were met with a barrier seemingly made of the same aura Morose had seen previously. The chef was not finished. He was suddenly behind Bishop and cut him again with a knife, however, before his second one could connect, the barrier from before had moved to deflect it. That's when the real struggle began. Morose darted about the priest throwing knife slashes left, right, up and down. While Bishop was not fast enough to keep his shield always pointing the right way, he was able to keep an eye on the speedy youth and move his shield accordingly, if a little late. Morose finally hopped back a few yards to catch his breath. Bishop looked haggard and bloody but was still standing. Morose had Bishop's full attention aside from the occasional glances to Queen and Salas, however, any time he hinted at providing aid, Morose was there and required the priest's full power. Queen, on the other hand, looked at ease in Salas's spore cloud. She did not choke or breath hard although her eyes seemed to be becoming irritated. The wounds the Shaman inflicted at first had healed, and now she was in a prime position to return the favor. She ripped the grabbed needle free and stabbed at Salas's torso. With the other needle, she slashed at the appendage holding the needle weapon in an attempt to sever it. She remained cool under pressure, even while she stood directly in the shaman's threat range. At the edges of the plaza, the number of priests continued to grow as the afternoon went on. |
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| ♦ Togamau | May 4 2017, 01:24 AM Post #50 |
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The supernatural endurance of Queen was something of a surprise compared to how easily Knight crumbled under pressure, but Salas was not in a state where he could admire such abilities, only recognizing the frustration of his initial efforts and having a dim awareness of another force intruding on the battle. That life would end soon enough, but his attention was still held firmly by his present adversary, who seemed to take as much advantage of their tangled position as he had. The strike against his moss appendage tore through much of it and the limbs began growing limp and losing their form briefly before regrowing and repairing themselves. In such close quarters, The Shaman had no opportunity to deflect the incoming attack, only being able to use his mortal arms to block the attack and prevent the needle from piercing his heart by instead impaling his arms, eliciting a terrible screech from him as his renewed growths rapidly took hold of his Berserker Bone and pricked him with it to stop his reaction to the pain. With the most urgent matter tended to, both limbs lashed out ferociously, attempting to constrict any part of Queen they could reach. The Shaman's human arms should have been hanging uselessly at his sides, but despite the unsettling amount of blood leaving them they moved as effectively as if they were in pristine condition, clawing at his opponent and trying with all his might to get his hands around her throat. His eyes were as still and cold as death itself, then. His jaw slackened ever so slightly and pale ichor dripped down its sides. At this moment, the man had been pushed so far that he seemed now to be more of an eldritch horror than a mortal being. A bloodthirsty creature merely wearing the skin of a man. Active Techs
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| Novama | May 4 2017, 09:11 PM Post #51 |
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Morose Morose Music for fights at noon Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon buff Morose and Bishop squared off, both men breathing hard. While Bishop was badly wounded in several places, Morose appeared to be more fatigued from the length of the day. A dry wind whipped at the loose fabric of his dress shirt while the rest of it clung to his narrow form from the sweat and blood that soaked it. At some point, he must have injured his head as there was a blood smear across his forward, or perhaps it was him using his bloodied arm to wipe away the sweat. Although weary, Morose's eyes remained set to purpose. Bishop took the initiative to immediately chant something incomprehensibly fast so as to come out sounding like gibberish. Before Morose moved, a golden light swirled beneath his feet. The chef immediately sidestepped as if someone carrying a tray would have trampled him. No sooner had he evaded than a cage of golden light rose from the ground suddenly. It disappeared back into the ground as quickly as it had come, but it did not seem to matter. Bishop was already chanting something else, but Morose had also begun to move. Just as before, Morose was like a swarm of bees. The priest defended himself as best he could, but Morose was able to run circles around the man as well as flip over head. The only thing Morose hadn't attempted was sliding between his feet. Morose and Bishops' movements were so fast and furious that a dust cloud rose from the ground that was constantly getting stirred up repeatedly. Eventually the two disappeared in a cloud of dust. When the dust cloud finally settled several moments later, Bishop was on the ground breathing raggedly and unable to move. Morose's narrow chest visibly heaved for air, but he was in much better shape than the priest. He turned his attention to Salas and Queen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Queen no longer had the support of Bishop, but she was still a force to reckon with. Salas's powerful body was able to constrict the Queen. Her movements were stopped and it looked as though she was contained. However, incredibly Salas's arms were slowly but forcefully resisted against until Queen stood before him holding back his many arms, several pressed against each needle weapon she held at a 90 degree angle to the ground. While her eyes were red and unfocused, she still had the same composure. She smirked briefly before suddenly spinning with force enough to redirect Salas's arms in different directions around her while her needle weapons slicing in a spiral that could damage anything in their path including Salas's various arms and his torso. |
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| ♦ Togamau | May 6 2017, 03:00 PM Post #52 |
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It was far from a good sign when Queen began to push back against Salas' grip. There wasn't time for a struggle right now, then she threw herself into a rapid spin to throw the shaman off balance and repel him. It was a strategy that would work on someone with a sense of self-preservation, but with his current state he was so singlemindedly focused on her destruction that the dangers of rushing into a whirlwind of puncture wounds was not considered a bad idea. Salasais breath rasped as his spores took on their pale, sickening properties and he threw himself at queen, full force. The moss limbs went in first, being torn by the needles but tangling into the arms to gum up the rotation as the rest of his body followed suit to tackle the assassin. Foregoing any sense of dignity or even humanity, he pushed through the spinning attack with his teeth bared and full intent to lock his jaws around any soft flesh they could reach. Even with his many grievous wounds, he was no longer bleeding profusely. It seemed more likely that he simply had less blood to lose rather than any of his wounds actually getting any better. It would be far too ironic to say that it was a miracle he was still alive, but the fact he was still on his feet defied all reason. Active Techs
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| Novama | May 7 2017, 07:43 PM Post #53 |
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Morose Morose Music for fights at noon Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon buff "What the **** did they do to you," Morose said to himself as he tottered over to the fight. He had descended the steps when Salas began chewing on Queen's shoulder. "What the ****, Salas!" Morose called, moving over faster. His face was a mixture of revulsion and concern. Morose moved as close as he dared, but the spores of Salas's cloud kept the boy from getting any closer. At a few meters away, Morose was at the edge of what was considered 'safe', but even there may be too close. The chef would clench his small hands around the hilts of his knives till white knuckles went whiter, and then relax them as he see-sawed between action and indecision. Each time it looked as though he would make his move, he suddenly took a step back and eased his tension. He grit his teeth in frustration. "Salas, get away from her! That's enough!" Morose shouted, his voice cracked at the end. Nothing changed. He was not imposing enough. Morose's dark expression returned. He slowly backed away as he straightened his arms to either side with his shiny new blades gleaming in the sun. "I promised if things ever got like this, I would stop you. The need to fight is gone and turning into a cannibal is disgusting. Forgive me if I over do it..." Morose's words were resolute as he brought an arm before himself and an arm behind. With both knives pointing down, they began to change. Not in size or shape or even color, and yet black tendrils of vapor faintly trailed off the blades. "It was you and your people who made him like this. I will not go easy on you." Morose then jerked the knife through the air suddenly. The black vapors on the knives dispersed into the air. Suddenly, a violent gale blasted out from Morose in all directions for several meters. Wooden crosses were ripped from the ground and sent hurtling through the air or across the plaza end over end. Dust and dirt followed close behind, having been picked up in the blast, and created a debris wall that showered spectators and victims alike in an obscuring cloud. Bishop was sent flying, too weak to fight against the force coming against him. Level ground clear of most debris circled Morose as the dust cleared. tech ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Queen was already struggling against Salas's efforts. Even doped up and bestial, the shaman's strength did not quite match the power of the woman who who unstoppably was ripping and stabbing and slicing her way free as best she could. Salas's bit into her shoulder made her wince. Breaking her cool she finally snarled, "How dare you! To so vigorously reject the gift of the queen is like rejecting the king, himself. You ungrateful, Messiah." While Salas took flesh, she took her leave of his hold, blood soaking her shoulder and splattering her neck and face. However, she was not entirely free of Salas or his cloud when Morose struck, putting both of them within his attack area. The wind hit like a truck. Queen was sent flying on the wake of a concussive blast that sent her to the edge of its effect range before her feet touched ground. A normal person would have been sent tumbling head over heals, but Queen acrobatically flipped out the rest of the momentum to remain on her feet. She did not seem happy as her hair was slightly disarrayed. She blew a loose strand out of her face. She had retained hold of her weapons and readied herself for the next round. |
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| ♦ Togamau | May 8 2017, 07:51 PM Post #54 |
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The effects of the drug were wearing off, sensation was gradually returning to Salas and everything he could feel felt like it was on fire. As all of this was going on, for the first time since he had entered his trance, The Shaman could hear someone speaking. Perhaps it was the mentioning of his name, or maybe just the familiar tone, but even through the haze of pain and anger he could tell that there was something in the area he was hesitant to attack. It was paradoxically also something that a part of him wanted almost desperately to eliminate for exactly that reason. None of those things in his clouded mind really mattered, however, as Queen tore herself free and then he was hit with a blast of force that knocked his unbalanced form completely off of its feet. The still unfamiliar feeling of getting hit with a torrent of backed-up pain sensations left him convulsing on the ground. His mortal extremities were paralyzed as his brain struggled to sort out all of the blaring alarms that it had been forced to ignore for the last several moments. The moss limbs, meanwhile, thrashed about chaotically like the severed tail of a lizard, largely harmless but still quite unsettling. While his body was temporarily disabled, Salas was trying to reassert his control of it. He needed to contain the damage and prepare to help his friend get out of the city. The force he was trying to rein in, however, was not quick to let him end its campaign of bloodshed while its enemies still stood. Active Techs
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| Novama | May 9 2017, 10:17 AM Post #55 |
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Morose Morose Music for fights at noon Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon buff Morose surveyed the aftermath of his technique, his grim expression not relenting even though it seemed like things were settled. He noted Salas's squirming mass on the ground and squinted his eyes uncertainly. "Movement is a good sign right?" He mumbled to himself before forcing himself to look away and take stock of Queen. She had already stood and was brushing off her torn and dirtied combat attire. Both sleeves were ripped, so she simply ripped them off and used one sleeve to tie off a cut on one arm while she stuffed her shoulder where Salas had bit her previously. There was a fresh blood smear on her cheek and forehead where she likely had to brush some of away. While she never looked to be playing around, her expression that she was giving Morose now suggested she felt about him the same way she felt about Salas when he bit her. Readying her needle weapons, she charged Morose with imperceivable speed. At least, imperceivable to all save for Morose. The chef was still reaping the benefits of his brain buns and could casually make an assessment of the situation at his leisure. He was faster than Queen, but she was fast enough that the two of them could operate at a higher plain. What followed was hard to spectate by those who still watched. Like Queen, Morose seemingly disappeared from where he stood to meet Queen in direct confrontation with his kitchen knives ready to carve. The fight lasted for only a handful of moments, but to those watching it felt like much longer as they waited for the outcome. The clink of metal on metal occasionally filled the plaza, and every once in a while, one or two of the pair became visible. Blood was splattered here and there, sometimes without revealing a clear source. With a final thudding sound, both fighters appeared and remained stationary, catching their breaths. Queen was cut in several places with blood trickling down each wound. She appeared to be the worst state. One of her exposed arms was missing a hunk of flesh that seemed to severely limit its maneuverability. Her face paled and her eyes looked haggard. While she remained standing and armed, her ability to fight at the very least was waning. Morose was in a better state, but he too was injured. His loose shirt was badly torn to reveal a stab wound. It did not look like the wound went all the way through, but Morose had taken the time to stuff some of his ripped shirt into the wound to slow the bleeding. There was a shallow slice on the side of his neck at well that seeped red, but it was not as serious. While Queen seemed somewhere between falling over and continuing the fight, Morose's frantic eyes seemed somewhere between finishing it and running away. He also kept wincing at the pain of his wounds, while queen seemed otherwise unaffected. Queen stood a few meters in front of Salas facing away toward Morose who stood in front of the cacthedral. their health
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| ♦ Togamau | May 9 2017, 09:29 PM Post #56 |
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He had to get up. More importantly, Salas had to close his wounds before he bled out. He was lingering at deaths door and risking being invited in. The shock from his drug wearing off had given his body the pause Salasais needed to try and regain some semblance of control at least in the name of self-preservation. His movements were slow and labored as his mind worked to figure out where and how to apply its scarce energy. He couldn't see yet as his eyes were still wildly out of focus and he couldn't move his arms. His rage lessened considerably as emotional tension was a nonessential system and he was in a state of total focus on prolonging his own life. His moss arms groped around for his medicinal balm, it wasn't much for the more serious wounds but it would help staunch his loss of what little blood he still had. It would keep him together while he prepared for the more intensive processes he would need to work on. With the paste covering the flesh wounds, the extra limbs proceeded to move to the holes in his arms, inserting small tendrils into them to pick out dirt and rearrange anything that was out of place. The surgery was excruciating without any form of anesthesia, but The Shaman simply lacked the energy to scream. With his wounds prepped for treatment, his growths picked up one of his bone needles and began meticulously using the needle to sew shut the several holes, binding it by weaving in fibers from the moss. Throughout the process, Salas' human body was almost completely motionless aside from labored breathing and the occasional twitch at the pain of the impromptu operation. His eyes were open and staring blankly into the air as his mouth hung open, occasionally tensing as he gritted his teeth against his pain. Active Techs
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| Novama | May 10 2017, 10:06 AM Post #57 |
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Morose Morose Music for fights at noon Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon buff "****,****,****,****..." Morose repeated curses under his breath as Queen began to lumber toward him with increasing efficiency. Morose had cut through muscle and tendon in several places. There was little more he could do short of killing the woman or leaving her a vegetable the rest of her life. Morose's eyes were wide with panic. He was not ready for that commitment or guilt. Seemingly impossible for a normal person, and still incredible for someone like her, injured as she was, Queen put on a sudden burst of speed that carried her to Morose. Morose, of course, saw her coming. Although her will to continue was surprising, she was not so fast as to escape the chef's perception. Another moment hung in the air as the chef and priest were inches from each other, each armed, and one with the intent to kill the other. In this moment, Morose once again had to consider what sort of person he was going to be. If things dragged on, Morose and/or Salas would become a victim of Morose's soft approach, the Freedom Pirates would be done, and what would all of this have been for... "Nothing...but we're all gonna die anyway right?..." The moment passed and Morose was a flurry of cutting silver. Queen passed him in air and fell to the ground unmoving. Her needle weapons scattered. All was still and then the dust by her mouth stirred as she coughed up blood and start breathing weakly. She moved weakly, but her strength had finally left her. She, like Bishop, would be left to the whims of those who collected them after Morose and Salas would leave. Morose, ensuring she was actually gonna stay down this time, turned away finally to check on Salas and was horrified. He started to retch and dry heave as his knees quaked at the sight of Salas performing surgery on himself. "I've sown cooked birds back together to keep the stuffing inside, but that's disgusting, Salas. ****!" Morose groaned, turning away. The youth was still composing himself when audible clapping could be heard coming from the darkly lit interior of the Cacthedral. Stepping into the sun was a middle-aged priest dressed like the other death priests. "A splendid showing of force. Truly, you are both harbingers of death....though it would seem one of you is sloppier than the other. No matter, I shall aid my dark messiahs..." The man said before stretching out his hands, one to Bishop and one to Queen, before a golden light enveloped both his hands and the 2 downed fighters. They spasmed and choked briefly before going limp, never to rise or take a breath again. "However, I have a new proposition. Join me and my order and we may bring the entire world into an era of mourning as was ordained. What say you?" "****" Morose grumbled before quipping back, "Joining a nameless psycho who kills his subordinates doesn't sound like a smart move on my part!" "Ah, my apologies, you may call Father Heusaro, though if you join my order, I am known as King." King/Heusaro |
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| ♦ Togamau | May 11 2017, 08:07 PM Post #58 |
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With the improvised surgery complete, The Shaman rose or, rather, was lifted back to his feet with the aid of his fungal appendages. He was still feeling incredibly weak, but he could move to some extent. He eyed Morose with a cold stare as he wheezed. All of the other enemies had been neutralized, but they weren't dead like they should have been and there was still one other person standing in the plaza with him. He wanted to finish off the other priests, he wanted to attack the boy in front of him, but he remained on standby for the time being as he barely had the strength to stand, much less fight to the death. Thus the weakness in his body allowed for Salas to put off the violent urges instilled in him by his parasitic "spirit." Salasais' eyes twitched at the slow clap coming from the cathedral. A man who seemed far too casual about the whole situation introduced himself as the head of the murderous cult. He gave the two an invitation to serve him as harbingers of death and sorrow, an invitation flatly refused by Morose and not dignified with a response from The Shaman, who continued glaring daggers at the hypocrite. He speaks of mourning, but grieves not for his own. An insolent creature who merely pretends to be more than he is. Salas shambled ever so slowly toward Heusaro, his body looked as if it could give out any minute, covered in blood and dust. It was held together for the most part but wouldn't be able to sustain the exertion of combat. Active Techs
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Morose Morose Music for fights at noon Town and River Dark Priests Crucifixion Example Needle Weapon King/Heusaro "I don't care what you are called!" Morose said belligerently to King. The youth was too frayed from the day's events. His emotions were clearly visible on his face and he scowled openly at King. He winced a little as the exertion of his voice reminded him of his wounds. He cursed under his breath through grit teeth. "we need to go," He said quietly to himself as he clumsily turned to see Salas moving in the opposite direction. "What are you doing, Salas? We need to leave," Morose hissed with wide eyes. The chef moved toward one of the streets leading away from the plaza and beckoned for Salas to follow with a sharp hand gesture. His knives had disappeared somewhere again, but with his clothes in tatters, where? Morose dared to look back at Salas and King. Salas was not behaving in a way witnessed by Morose much before and left the boy with an exasperated look of confusion. Meanwhile, Morose saw that King was in no rush and was clearly amused by the two pirates. Morose suddenly winced again to a familiar discomfort and was beginning to associate King and his mannerisms with annoyance. "We don't have the time or the lives we would need to take on that guy. He just killed two of his people without touching them and they weren't much worse off than you look. You just got done playing surprise with your guts, so you are most definately going to die. And I'll likely get it right after you do. Best to run for now. Probably sleep a week. Focus on not dying or catching something that'll make my kidneys fall out or something..." Morose pleaded, getting lost in his thoughts somewhere along the way. He gingerly held one of the holes left in his body from the needle type weapon the priests used. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sun indicated it was mid afternoon now and all the fighting left everyone pretty warm. The breeze would then come through on occasion and leave them all with dust sticking to the wet spots. King stood patiently and unperturbed. While Morose pleaded with Salas, he leisurely strolled over to Queen's body and picked up her needle weapons. He inspected them carefully as if inspecting a sparkly rock. Nothing important or special, but suitable to the task at hand. "So I take that as a no then?" King asked without really asking. He started walking toward the pirates with a needle weapon in either hand. Like queen, he had a presence to him. As he passed through the plaza which was still partially littered with bodies and broken crosses, anything that became too close to him was destroyed: bodies, crosses, stone. It was hard to discern if he was doing it willfully with attacks too quick to see or if he produced an aura of destruction that put everything around him into the ground. As he drew closer, King's trick became easier to discern as an area attack he could release at will seemingly. |
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Morose • Chef • Freedom Pirates • Bounty: 13,000,000 • SD Earned: 281 • Beli: 58,010,000 • Location: GrandLine, Little Garden Island | |
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| ♦ Togamau | May 16 2017, 02:37 AM Post #60 |
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Salas' march toward death was interrupted by Morose's urgent hiss. He saw the strange destructive force surrounding his intended target and somehow came to some measure of sense. "y-you're right. Salas wasn't thinking. Must get out." His voice seemed broken, the words crawled from his mouth as his dry, worn throat struggled to create the necessary vibrations. he shuddered as he turned away from his path, the moss arms furiously clawing at the air in a vain attempt to attack as he pushed himself to follow the chef's lead. The Shaman's movements were slow and jerking as he seemed to have to drag himself through the motions of attempting an escape, exerting the willpower he had withdrawn for much of the day in favor of self preservation. Pressing on, the grasping hands tugging him toward destruction fell limp against his back once more, losing the strength to act for themselves as his subconscious was deciding which functions to cut to preserve his still fragile grasp on life. With every step, Salasais had to internally reiterate what his purpose in beginning this crusade was, This was to safeguard Morose, Our friend is here, we must stay with him. He is in harm's way. He pushed away the intrusive thoughts saying that Morose was, in fact, in his way as he knew his true feelings on the matter. Moreover, this was an occasion where giving his anger full control had led him to death's door, it was time for a new plan. There was also, of course, the matter that King likely would not take kindly to their departure and may give chase. Salas was bringing up the rear in the procession, lagging slightly on account of his injuries and the restriction his treatment of them had placed on his movement. The longer he stayed outside his battle trance, the more he realized that he was in no condition for a fight and hoped that the assassin king would feel inclined to cut his losses and depart as well. "Why did Morose come to Us? We have failed, then..." The sight of the trail of bodies they were approaching was far from welcome. |
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