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| ~beflexor~ | Feb 8 2008, 10:56 PM |
I just _____ in the _____.
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(OOC: That was the awesomest action post I’ve ever read Rip ^^) While Teffra’s grab had taken Aysla by surprise, he normally would have used the time it took to drag him somewhere to fight them off. Any sudden, threatening movements toward the Tenebrous was often responded by an equal, or perhaps even greater, instinctual reaction. Had he not been feeling ill, he might have hurt Teffra, but instead of lashing back at her he simply followed in a stumbling manner, trying his best to make up for hid foot-taller difference. He didn’t even manage to shout what he usually did, still, it echoed in his head as they made their way to wherever she wanted to go. Leave me alone Sharr! Her words, at first, bit into Aysla like a blade, she was his friend, out of everyone here, and he had wronged her. His fear of her managed to increase tenfold, the fear and near-empathy slowly turned to a dark anger, he had no idea where it came from, but he knew its roots lie in the same place as to why he feared her. “You want to know why I hate that paperweight of yours?” He hissed, daring to use the term again. “You honestly want to know? He was talking to the lich privately at the inn earlier. They used a spell to keep anyone from hearing their exchange but that didn’t stop my eyes from taking in everything. At first I worried perhaps he was a danger to you, but I was deluding myself. Teffra, I hate him because I’m jealous!” He stood there for a moment, his eyes closed, before he spoke in a lower tone. “He has something, something I don’t. I see it in the way he walks and talks and feels, I see it in him like I do the rest of you, I don’t see it in me. I’m missing something and every time I look at that thing, at Groken, it’s like he’s silently laughing in my face. He’s probably not even doing it on purpose but it just makes me so angry and I don’t know why.” His hands clenched into fists. “We need to be out there, not here, maybe we can talk later, okay?” Let her think that I am brave Let her think a sorry I did save Let her think that we’ll talk later Let her realize I’m a traitor ~ Agitha was like a madwoman, opening cupboards with no regard to the mess she made, throwing things around. She felt the slow collapse of her creamed corn pool as it slowly dissolved into nothingness. The witch’s groan quickly turned into a cry of triumph and she stuck her head out the window. ~ Peepin’ Tom sank his claws into the earth and felt a slow power rise up in him. This was serious, seriously serious. He would have to explain later, but the pros greatly outweighed the cons right about now. A slow vibration began in the tabby, unnoticed at first, but became quite apparent after a short time. He yet out a low growl and prepared himself. “PEEP!” Came Agitha’s screech through the window “PEEP I NEED YOU!” The cat jumped three feet into the air, all his fur instantly standing on end. He turned and ran to her, leaping through the window with his feline grace. “Thank heavens” Agitha said, holding him tightly for a moment. “You didn’t follow me and I got so worried. Be a dear” she pointed to a shallow box of fine gravel “use that.” He started to complain but soon saw it would be in vain as he watched her reach into a barrel and fill her robe pockets with large, yellow onions. He stepped into the box and made do with an indignant whuff sound. Well, at least he didn’t have to use his last resort. ~ The witch emerged into the battlegrounds, her robe bulging with the smelly root crop. She had filled her had as well and set it down by her feet, taking two onions out. She held her hands out in front of her as the onions slowly began to lift off her palms and rotate. When they reached a blurring speed she threw them into the hoard of the undead. The onions fell into the crowd and exploded like bombs, sending showers of things best on described everywhere. The next one she palmed into her hand and rolled, it began to grow larger an was soon huge enough to crush some of the undead not quick or observant enough to get away, the onion then changed back into its normal size. Yet another she launched into the air, it too exploded, but sent a shower of sizzling goop down upon the masses. Onion Transmutation was frowned upon by Fifth Hall but, hey, it got things done in Agitha’s opinion. When Peepin’ Tom slinked over to her side she picked him up once more and kissed him on his whiskery lips. “Thank yooooou” she cooed. “You don’t know how much this means to me.” Peep couldn’t help but purr at her attention toward him. Agitha set her hands on the ground and began to chant a series of strange words. She was casting yet another spell Fifth frowned on, but the witch had always thought her sand-rock hybrid elemental was quite ingenious, besides, elementals could strike fear into the hearts of people no matter what they were made of. The material from the barracks was just the start she needed to get the rest of the spell going. The cat litter formed into a balled and rolled out to sit just in front of her, soon, litter from all over the city began to gather, like a river of baking soda, clay, and deodorizing crystals, until it was a huge mass. It reared up into an eight-foot humanoid shape and roared as it reached out with its thick arm and batted away several undead. The rain soaked into it, clumping the litter and giving it a stronger form. The most unnerving thing of all... Were the two brown, steaming contributions from Peepin’ Tom that were its eyes. |
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