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Post by soraelna on Feb 12, 2008 19:50:01 GMT -5
((Flick? *pokes* I don't want to post without comfirmation about the plot from everyone, so...))
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Post by FLICK on Feb 13, 2008 3:42:46 GMT -5
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OH, CRAP! I didn't notice this! Yes, please, go ahead. Sounds awesome!
And Chani? I'm sorry for being inactive of late; life is being dodgy. ;~;
- Flick
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Post by Chani {♥} on Feb 18, 2008 16:55:59 GMT -5
ooc;; Flick -hugs- I forgive you. xD T'is life, what can ya do? I'll wait for Soraelna's posty.
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Post by soraelna on Mar 5, 2008 19:33:40 GMT -5
Snow, just starting to doze off, suddenly jolted upright, her teeth bared and throat ripping out a loud growl. She quickly changed into her beast form, the growl becoming more bestial. She stared intently into the trees, swiveling her head back and fourth to find her unseen quarry, claws digging deeply into the dirt.
"It's them!" She said to the others; a feeble explanation for her sudden madness. As soon as those words left her maw, a single, deep laugh came form the dark forest, echoed several times over by more independent voices.
Now the shadows were moving, growing larger and smaller, shifting as if they were made of water. They advanced into the campsite, lifting from the ground to form grossly disfigured human forms. Glowing red eyes appeared where the heads now formed. They laughed again, this time in unison, and readied their weapons; the clangs of metal somehow magnified in the forest.
There was a familiar scent in the air. It had been haunting Snow since the day her house burned down. Now was the time for revenge.
((Sorry for taking so long... it took me a bit to figure out how I wanted them to look. You get the idea, right?))
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Post by Chani {♥} on Mar 5, 2008 23:33:13 GMT -5
ooc;; Flickityflickflickerzflick! It's your turn to posty. =)
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Post by FLICK on Mar 6, 2008 2:29:31 GMT -5
ooc;; YAY TOPIC REVIVAL!
ic;; Flick just stared. He would have thought that he and Victor(ia?) deserved a better response for their efforts than a blank silence. The boy seemed to have disappeared, for starters, and the changeling was nowhere to be seen. The she-leopard had... gone to sleep? But no - even as he looked, she began to move, panic evident in her voice and actions. Did she have night terrors? But something about her actions seemed so horridly genuine.
All at once, Flick realised. He saw the dark shapes undulate out of the shadows, and with a shock remembered the creeping, prescient feelings they'd both had when hunting, forgotten temporarily. The same fear, magnified, struck him again as they took human forms, tumbling down his arms in waves of goosebumps. But there was no time to that. He shoved it violently aside into a darker corner of his brain, and drew a pistol.
Flick didn't bother looking at Snow or Victor for their reactions. Nothing so dark, and with such a violently malevolent aura, could mean them any good. Less than a second after he'd freed the heavy bronze gun from its holster, he fired. The shots split the night violently, shattering the false sense of quiet security that even then hung over the scene. Shot after shot plummeted into the chest of the nearest figure - five in all - before Flick lowered the pistol again, a dark, sooty cloud obscuring his vision. The gun had fired, but had the pellets worked?
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Post by Chani {♥} on Mar 6, 2008 4:28:34 GMT -5
Victor, too, had been expecting more appreciation for what they had brought back than Snow's outburst. And, just as it had happened with Flick, that indignant feeling vanished as he realized what was occurring. A cold chill, a sharp tingle, shot up his spine like an arrow. But it didn't take long for the chill to turn into the bite of adrenaline. His hand was on the hilt of his sword, the animal, forgotten, fell to the ground. He had only drawn it out halfway when the loud sounds that emanated from the gnome next to him stopped him. He jumped back a bit, startled, and, as Flick had, he turned his head to witness the effects of the firing gun.
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Post by soraelna on Mar 10, 2008 19:54:52 GMT -5
Snow knew all too well that the bullets would have little effect on the nightmarish creature before them. She had witnessed this scene in her mind since the day when they killed her family. Sure enough, when the bullets pierced the enemy, they slowed, then fell with a thud out the other side. The creature did not even flinch.
She pounced on the nearest one, it's shadowy form shifting to face her. With a roar Snow dragged it to the ground, tearing it apart with fangs and claws, a ferocity that would surprise her if she were not under the spell of bloodlust.
When she was satisfied the thing would not get up, she ran to the next one, wincing as its foetid claws bit into her flank. This one was stronger; it forced her back several steps before she found a way around it to retaliate. She ripped it apart in a similar fashion to the last.
"These are undead corpses reanimated with shadow magic. They are very hard to create, especially in these numbers. They are equally as hard to destroy." Snow broke off as another attacked her, its short sword digging into her shoulder. "You have to tear them to bits. Their false souls can only take so much strain before they fade." She jumped up, swiping at the head of the shadow creature. It came off and landed on another, but the body still moved, waving madly with its sword. Snow pounced again, rending the thing in half. It fell to the ground, leaving the land of the living with one final shudder. "See what I mean? Take the bastards head off and it still attacks."
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Post by FLICK on Mar 11, 2008 0:42:46 GMT -5
Flick shook his head, trying to ignore the dryness creeping like a spider through his mouth. The smoke had cleared, but the creature was already back on its feet, stumbling angrily forward again, despite the gaping bulletholes his futile attack had left in its chest. No human could have withstood five consecutive gunshots to the chest, not without powerful armour or intense magical protection. Yet this... this thing - it had shrugged off the attack as if his bullets were bee-stings. They must be practically indestructible!
That was, until Snow made her move. She spun into them like a clawed whirlwind, shredding shadow-flesh left right and centre. Flick could only stare in awe, barely aware of his open mouth and trembling hands. Thank god she was on their side. Victor, too, could probably dish out some hefty damage too - it was only him, with his little metal toys, that was useless. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Flick wished for the reassuring feel of a sharp sword in his hand.
But she had said they were dead creatures... He had heard something about them long ago, not that he thought it would ever be useful. But here he was... He cleared his throat. "I, err, don't suppose they suffer under the influence of silver?" he asked, trying to sound relaxed and yet at the same time businesslike, despite the situation. The few silver bullets he had were clenched in his left fist, ready to be loaded quickly into his pistol if they would help even the slightest bit against the shadowy horde.
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Post by soraelna on Mar 11, 2008 20:11:25 GMT -5
Snow continued her maelstrom of chaos in the clearing, singing her tail in the fire as she leaped over it. An ear-splitting scream of anger and false pain tore from the dead things throat, the sound twisted. It fell to the ground, burning quicker than any living thing could, soon turning into ash.
She heard as Flick cleared his throat to speak, but couldn't risk a backward glance to speak to him directly. "I'm not sure. It's a high possibility, though." She thought for a moment, her mind racing to the few items that she carried. "You don't have many silver bullets, do you? I have a silver dagger in my bag when you run out of them. Be careful, Flick. These guys are ruthless. My whole family was killed by them." More flashes of fire and blood raced across her mind, but she quickly turned them to anger instead of pain.
Ruby red blood against the pearl of the snow. A lovely sight, if I recall correctly. That voice! A flowing, almost musical voice with perfect stressed syllables. A vague memory, long forgotten. The leader of the dead creatures. Snow has watched in horror as this very person took the lives of her dear family.
I spared your life so that you would grow a burning hatred in your soul. So that you would seek to kill me. I see that it worked. Snow froze, her feline features frozen in shock. What was he talking about? She cast fearful glances around the clearing as the battle raged on, her heart beating like a rabbit. The others did not even seem to hear the voice that rang so clear in Snow's mind. It was only her.
You have done well, my vessel. The Crystal has gone dark with blood and hate. Something about the way he said "crystal" made it sound important. And what was with the cryptic was he spoke? Snow couldn't make any sense of any of it.
"Show yourself, coward." She could only whisper the feeble threat into the air. Her body would barely respond to her thoughts, it was like the fear that gripped her heart held her in a paralysis.
I'll be needing it back now. Continued the voice as if it hadn't heard her. Suddenly the world was turned upside-down, a churning mass of color that made Snow sick. Her chest was burning like it was on fire, and a bestial roar of anguish ripped from her lungs. Something was moving, slowly ripping itself free from her heart. She felt every inch of it, burrowing out of her body. The final inch was a sudden tug as the thing tore itself from her body, landing on the ground a few feet away.
Her body could no longer support her beast form, the pain was simply too much. Her roar turned into a second-long human scream, then faded into a small grunt. She fell face down, a dark, wet stain slowly spreading around her still body. Her eyes met darkness, though they were still open, as her mind began the healing state of unconsciousness.
The battle still raged around her.
((Possible twist? I'll let you two get into the fight more. Just go ahead and kill them all, then do something with Snow. Have fun!))
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Post by Chani {♥} on Mar 12, 2008 8:26:03 GMT -5
ooc;; Yeeeeah! So Victor isn't just going to have to stand there like an starstruck moron. xD Plot twistinesses are fine for me.
bic;; It wasn't like Victor to let moments of chaos pass by without him taking action, even in awe-inspiring ones such as these. The bullets hadn't affected the things, though Victor was less aware of the seriousness of the situation than Flick, who was much more acquainted with the affect bullets should have on a being. These creatures, they were not alive, were they? Not dead, that much was for sure. Not yet.
"She's not half-bad," Victor commented, admiring Snow's valor for a brief moment before patting Flick on the shoulder. "Watch my back, friend." He then ripped his sword free of its sheath and plunged himself into the fray. He could feel Victoria's presence in his mind, he could also feel the emotions bubbling within her to a slight degree: curiosity, nervousness, no, wait... amusement? Had he just heard her laugh?
He decided against having a conversation with her while he was trying to kill these things. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem, especially when Victor thought of himself so highly, but these cretins were bound to be challenging, for lack of a better word.
As long as Flick covered him as he had so arrogantly demanded without awaiting a confirmation, Victor figured he could be untouchable from his front side. Slashing, stabbing, Victor had become the frenzied bloodthirsty beast that he often bragged about. Severing their limbs seemed to be the obvious way to start it out, and then Victor proceeded by chopping until they ceased to be a threat.
From the corner of his eye, Snow was nothing more than a white blur of ferocity. And so it was call for attention when she abruptly ceased to move. He finished slaying his current opponent before turning to glance at her. She whispered something, her eyes clouded with pain and she let out an intimidating sound before collapsing in human form. She was bleeding.
Victor, having lost his killing instincts at the sight of a fallen ally, did not notice the creature preparing to attack him from his frontal left side.
ooc;; You can save him with your character, Flick, or not. Doesn't matter --- Victor can take a beating. Serves 'im right. -nodnod- Ever had a character whose personality is so wretched you just want to apologize for him? XD
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Post by soraelna on Mar 12, 2008 19:04:35 GMT -5
ooc: I have! His name was Ronin. I even started to hate him a bit. *smirk* I killed him off.
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Post by FLICK on Mar 13, 2008 0:44:20 GMT -5
‘A high possibility’ was good enough for him. Flick flipped open a compartment in one of the pistols, letting the heavy lead pellets fall out onto the grass. Normally, he would be more careful with his bullets – even the lead ones costed a fair deal, and they were hard to find – but his life, not to mention the lives of Victor and Snow, took priority. He flipped the compartment closed and dropped to the ground in one fluid movement, opening Snow’s bag. Again, it wasn’t something he would normally do, but the situation demanded courtesy be set aside. He found the thin blade in a few seconds and straightened up; taking an inexperienced swipe at a creature that had been creeping stealthily closer.
The effect was surprising. Flick didn’t hit it, but the creature stumbled backwards as though the metal was repulsive. Without waiting to experiment further, the pistol loaded with silver was pointing towards it, and another deafening crack sounded. The bullet flew true, striking the thing in the chest and tearing its way out of its back. This time, the black thing did more than stumble. It collapsed, shadowy matter spilling outward from the hole and dispersing into the night. So the silver bullets did work! It was just a shame he didn’t have more of them…
Flick did his best not to feel patronised as Victor, who already towered over him, clapped him powerfully on the shoulder, causing his knees to buckle. By some grace of the heavens, he managed to stay on his feet, but Victor didn’t notice – he was already off, tearing into the nightmare beasts with the same implacable savagery that Snow had displayed. Flick did his best to protect Victor, trying to pick off the stealthier ones that the man hadn’t seemed to notice, but it wasn’t easy. For one thing,, he didn’t want to waste his bullets on any of them that Victor might be able to handle, and at the same time, he didn’t want to risk shooting any that were too close, in case he hit Victor himself.
His pistol wavered as Snow fell, and he started towards her, but caught himself just in time. Victor was much closer, and he had been told to cover him. It was just as well he had thought about it – one of the things was practically upon his friends. He levelled the pistol, taking careful aim, and-
Crack! But the bullet missed, strafing off into the night sky. Flick had felt something tackle him out of the way at the last minute, the dead flesh smacking into him like a dead weight. He recoiled from the shape that writhed on the ground next to him, emptying bullet after bullet into its contorting form. It had only been partially destroyed – it couldn’t hold a weapon, but it had used the last of its strength to protect its allies… or maybe just to attack. Either way, Flick was too late to help victor. The thing was already upon him.
ooc;; Ooh, I know what you mean. ;P
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Post by Chani {♥} on Mar 13, 2008 2:35:47 GMT -5
ooc;; TRULY? xD I have a character named Ronin as well! He's a world-domination-bent necromancer. >=D
bic;; Victor was preparing to run to snow when he felt a sharp sensation spread from his left side clear up his back. He turned to face forward and let out a growl of pain.
"You wretch!" he snarled, swinging his sword so that he beheaded the thing. He would have proceeded chopping it, but Snow was defenseless. The thing had abandoned its weapon and was clawing blindly at Victor's clothes. He broke free of the grasp and bolted for Snow; three of the putrid-smelling creatures had surrounded her, one with a dagger raised. "Stop!"
His tactic had worked, the undead had raised his demented face from Snow to meet Victor's distraction. It lent him enough time to leap over Snow and plow his blade into the thing's abdomen, thwarting it from stabbing her. He put his foot on the thing's shoulder as it fell so that he could rip his sword from its body and tear away at the other two creatures.
Finally, they were dead, or dead enough for his liking. Their limbs had been dismembered, they had been beheaded, and each bore a slash or two on their chest. He walked over to the one that had injured him and finished him off in a nonchalant manner.
As the rush of adrenaline that he had gained from battle wore off, the pain in his side overwhelmed him. He let out a grunt and dropped to his knees.
"That bastard," he gasped, taking his shirt off so that he could get a better look at the wound. It was the cut from a sword, a nice long cut, and it was bleeding, but not profusely. He got to his feet and walked over to Snow's human form painstakingly. "You alright?" Victor threw at Flick as he knelt next to Snow and looked to his Gnomish friend.
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Post by FLICK on Mar 15, 2008 16:11:46 GMT -5
Flick glanced around the clearing nervously as Victor fought, but it appeared that most of them had been destroyed - and yes, he did check behind him. He couldn't be sure about the corpses that littered the ground, but they didn't seem to be moving, and most of them were completely dismembered. He fell down onto the grass - thankfully there was still a patch of it bare where he was standing - and put the pistol down. When dawn broke, he would have to search the corpses for bullets. But in the darkness, that though was too horrible to bear contemplation.
"Yes," he answered, "I'm fine." He cocked his head quizically at Victor's wound. "Are you? I'm sorry, I just..." He faltered off, looking at the ground. "Is Snow okay?" he asked, finally. "What happened to her?"
ooc;; SORRYSORRYSORRYIAMTIREDANDNOTGOODWRITER D:
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