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| ~beflexor~ | Jan 29 2008, 04:08 PM |
I just _____ in the _____.
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“What!?” Agitha looked around, as though the dead would be coming upon them at any minute. When she looked back, she saw the Lich had already hurried up the street. “Hey!” She called to him before turning her attention to her board. “G-go! Go you!” It moved several inches forward and slowly began to float to the ground. “Don’t you even think about it! Go!” She gave it a hard smack, which earned her a full two feet of shoe-scraping travel. “I’ll throttle you! I’ll cut you up into tiny pieces and then I’ll make you into sawdust and let Peep bury his mess in you!” The board was completely still in a moment of inanimate object thought before deciding to start moving at a more hurried pace. “Thank you!” The witch said, patting the wood lovingly. “I’ll be sure to put a good word in with the contractor that’s using you. See if I can’t get you to be a trophy shelf or something. She managed to make it just in time to hear Darthanis’s speech. A list of spells began to form in her mind. Most of them were meant for living subjects though, and she huffed. “Why couldn’t they have been boybands!?” Even if they were comedians she would have a much easier time combating the foes. Dark, shambling silhouettes began to appear and Agitha slammed her hands onto the ground. It wouldn’t work for long, but it would buy her some time while she looked for some things to help her. There was a bubbling sound from the ground, grass, stone, metal, all was being effected, soon, the workings of her spell began to take shape as a long trench full of creamed corn made itself apparent. There were several bridges across the corn-filled gap, but anything wandering aimlessly (or hungry children), would find themselves falling into the mess and becoming considerably bogged down. “Onions” she said to herself “I need onions, and noodles. Onions and noodles and perhaps some toothpaste.” She ran through a door and was gone, only the occasional crash and curse told people she was searching. Peepin’ Tom remained behind. ~ When the summons for the dead hit Aysla’s ears he stumbled, falling to the ground where he then emptied the contents of his stomach. His retching still went on for awhile longer until it finally subsided into a moan. He didn’t need Teffra to tell him what that call had been for. It didn’t take long for him to catch up to her at the barracks, and he wiped his mouth with his sleeve for what felt like the thousanth time, hoping he’d managed to clean himself up entirely. Even now he could feel the residual power of the call, hanging in the air like a morning fog. She heard Teffra talk to Groken, of course he would be a coward. Built like an ox but cowardly. Aysla would just have to fight then, to make up for Groken. He took a dagger from his belt and set it to his finger to balance it, show Teffra what real friends did, they got ready to protect those they cared about. Another wave of nausea hit him and he decided to just hold the dagger normally. He covered his sick feeling with a smirk as he turned to Teffra. ”If any of the dead get too close, it’s not like they’ll be able to do anything with their feet frozen firmly to the grass.” He hesitated for a moment. “Is that chunky yellow pool really what I think it is? How can that honestly help us? That’s quite possibly more useless than Groken! Even Groken could prove useful, should we decide to push him over onto a grouping of undead.” The Tenebrous grinned as he looked Groken up and down “like a giant paperweight.” |
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