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by Idran1701 » Mon Feb 05, 2007 6:04 pm
Reeling from the strike, Greg steadies himself, glaring silently towards Shamash. He swings his sword against her once more, hoping to at least slow her down somewhat, if not disable her.
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by Endesu » Tue Feb 06, 2007 3:20 pm
Kelne managed to dispatch the last few Ikei without being further damaged by the ensuing attack, and was finally left to rest for a moment.
At this point, the noise the Ikei had been producing also seemed to have halted entirely; perhaps the two of them had managed to clean out the residing population on this floor?
42 shrugged, returning his weapon to its prior spot. "Your call. You want to head back to town, then, or would you prefer to hang out where that holy man was? Apparently, he was safe enough on that upper floor."
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The Anti-Minions also added on to the attack, using nets to viciously entrap and/or smack it around, with such original battlecries as "One Net for All, and One For All Ducks!".
This cumulative attack caused the coat to burst open, and a swarm of squirrels descended onto the Minions, scratching, biting, and just generally being quite a bit more aggressive than squirrels normally are.
"They're using their teeth!" shouted one Anti-Minion, whose attempts to net a few of the fiends proved useless; all Squirrels managed to slip out of netting attempts and swiftly resumed their vicious assaults!
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Shamash was struck back and did indeed bear a nice cut on one of her legs... however, it would take a bit more than this to get her down, as she simply responded by drawing up towards him once again and rather painfully smashing him in the face with her staff.
(-15 HP.
36/91 HP remaining.)
Ditto her returning to her prior stance.
At this point, the noise the Ikei had been producing also seemed to have halted entirely; perhaps the two of them had managed to clean out the residing population on this floor?
42 shrugged, returning his weapon to its prior spot. "Your call. You want to head back to town, then, or would you prefer to hang out where that holy man was? Apparently, he was safe enough on that upper floor."
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The Anti-Minions also added on to the attack, using nets to viciously entrap and/or smack it around, with such original battlecries as "One Net for All, and One For All Ducks!".
This cumulative attack caused the coat to burst open, and a swarm of squirrels descended onto the Minions, scratching, biting, and just generally being quite a bit more aggressive than squirrels normally are.
"They're using their teeth!" shouted one Anti-Minion, whose attempts to net a few of the fiends proved useless; all Squirrels managed to slip out of netting attempts and swiftly resumed their vicious assaults!
***
Shamash was struck back and did indeed bear a nice cut on one of her legs... however, it would take a bit more than this to get her down, as she simply responded by drawing up towards him once again and rather painfully smashing him in the face with her staff.
(-15 HP.
36/91 HP remaining.)
Ditto her returning to her prior stance.
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by Idran1701 » Tue Feb 06, 2007 4:34 pm
Panting and starting to feel more than a little out of breath, Greg thrusts his blade forward, hoping to get a more solid blow than the apparently-glancing slices he's been getting. Though he hides it well, in truth he's starting to feel more than a little nervous for both his and Jikuro's sake; nothing seems to be doing much to stop this woman. Holding these doubts back, he focuses on the combat, ignoring his own wounds for now; helped in part by the drug still running through his veins at the moment.
(Heavy strike this time.)
(Heavy strike this time.)
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by Kelne » Tue Feb 06, 2007 5:00 pm
"Back to the chapel, I think," Kelne said, "Not much point in going further." With that, he set out.
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And so a frenzy of clubbing with shovels ensued. If the squirrels wanted to fight dirty, the minions were more than happy to respond by batting them off the side of the airship.
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And so a frenzy of clubbing with shovels ensued. If the squirrels wanted to fight dirty, the minions were more than happy to respond by batting them off the side of the airship.
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by Endesu » Tue Feb 06, 2007 5:15 pm
Shamash hissed as Greg managed to land a decent blow; this time, she was caught right around the chest area, and her breathing was affected enough for her to take a moment to recompose herself.
The fact that Greg had successfully managed to deal a good amount of damage only served to seriously anger Shamash, and she responded with an activation and utilisation of that spell Greg had essentially scryed earlier; her staff seemed to flare up with a burst of various shadow energies, and in a rush of movement, it was brought down upon him in a rather painful downward slash.
(-25 HP.
11/91 HP remaining.)
This time, she remained close to Greg, almost daring him to follow up with another attack. And though she was bleeding and wounded, she was clearly ready to continue in her attack... especially if her now-returned devilish grin could be used as a clue.
***
42 and Kelne made the long journey back up to where the chapel had been, with nary an Ikei incursion. Once they had reached the floor in question, they would find the once-empty chapel filled with what seemed to be hundreds of people; some Kelne may remember from the village before, most not. All of them were eating hot dogs.
And all of them would look upon the two as they arrived with a wary glance. The holy man, too, standing at some sort of pulpit, also turned his gaze their way very briefly, before returning to the people in front of them.
"As you can see, this is what befalls those who do not choose to follow our Order of Heaven... the wounds on this man's body show all too well how little good it does to follow such a beligerent path..."
There was a general murmur of consensus in the crowd. 93 arose at this point, rushing to the side of 42 and Kelne with what seemed to be general concern in her eyes. "By the name of our Heavens! Kelne, how badly injured are you? We can set up a prayer ceremony for you, if you wish..."
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The clubbing of both shovels and nets ensued; several squirrels were sent flying off the ship, but not without one last defiant, angry chittering.
However, one squirrel in particular appeared to be deflecting and glancing mere blows of shovels and nets; this was the Gray Squirrel, which set about knocking the Minions and Anti-Minions to their knees with a bizarre yet surely dangerous unseen power...!
The fact that Greg had successfully managed to deal a good amount of damage only served to seriously anger Shamash, and she responded with an activation and utilisation of that spell Greg had essentially scryed earlier; her staff seemed to flare up with a burst of various shadow energies, and in a rush of movement, it was brought down upon him in a rather painful downward slash.
(-25 HP.
11/91 HP remaining.)
This time, she remained close to Greg, almost daring him to follow up with another attack. And though she was bleeding and wounded, she was clearly ready to continue in her attack... especially if her now-returned devilish grin could be used as a clue.
***
42 and Kelne made the long journey back up to where the chapel had been, with nary an Ikei incursion. Once they had reached the floor in question, they would find the once-empty chapel filled with what seemed to be hundreds of people; some Kelne may remember from the village before, most not. All of them were eating hot dogs.
And all of them would look upon the two as they arrived with a wary glance. The holy man, too, standing at some sort of pulpit, also turned his gaze their way very briefly, before returning to the people in front of them.
"As you can see, this is what befalls those who do not choose to follow our Order of Heaven... the wounds on this man's body show all too well how little good it does to follow such a beligerent path..."
There was a general murmur of consensus in the crowd. 93 arose at this point, rushing to the side of 42 and Kelne with what seemed to be general concern in her eyes. "By the name of our Heavens! Kelne, how badly injured are you? We can set up a prayer ceremony for you, if you wish..."
***
The clubbing of both shovels and nets ensued; several squirrels were sent flying off the ship, but not without one last defiant, angry chittering.
However, one squirrel in particular appeared to be deflecting and glancing mere blows of shovels and nets; this was the Gray Squirrel, which set about knocking the Minions and Anti-Minions to their knees with a bizarre yet surely dangerous unseen power...!
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by Kelne » Tue Feb 06, 2007 10:47 pm
Why go to the village, if the village will come to us?
The priest was beginning to annoy Kelne. He raised a hand to 93 to indicate that she should wait a moment, before raising his voice to address the priest, "Sir, if the main thrust of your religion is 'join or be beaten up by the Ikei', then I'm sure you'll have a lot of converts. They'll be worshipping based on fear, of course, but hey, any number of great religions have been founded on a bit of healthy fear."
"For my part, however, I am not interested. And I would appreciate it if you refrained from attempting to use me as an example in your sermons."
Spleen vented, he turned his attention to 93, "I'm sorry, 93, you were saying?"
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Somebody, it was clear, was going to have to deal with the grey squirrel. Luckily, #32 had a plan.
The Boss had expressly forbidden him from ever pulling Rabbit out of that infernal hat. No, really, ever. Granted, the Boss had gone ahead and done it himself during the war, but he was always saying 'do as I say, not as I do', so that was alright.
In any case, 32's plan didn't involve pulling Rabbit out of the hat. It involved stuffing the grey squirrel into the hat. It'd probably get on well with Rabbit. One fuzzy engine of destruction to another and all that.
Making his way through the chaos, #32 produced a battered top hat and brought it down firmly on top of the grey squirrel.
The priest was beginning to annoy Kelne. He raised a hand to 93 to indicate that she should wait a moment, before raising his voice to address the priest, "Sir, if the main thrust of your religion is 'join or be beaten up by the Ikei', then I'm sure you'll have a lot of converts. They'll be worshipping based on fear, of course, but hey, any number of great religions have been founded on a bit of healthy fear."
"For my part, however, I am not interested. And I would appreciate it if you refrained from attempting to use me as an example in your sermons."
Spleen vented, he turned his attention to 93, "I'm sorry, 93, you were saying?"
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Somebody, it was clear, was going to have to deal with the grey squirrel. Luckily, #32 had a plan.
The Boss had expressly forbidden him from ever pulling Rabbit out of that infernal hat. No, really, ever. Granted, the Boss had gone ahead and done it himself during the war, but he was always saying 'do as I say, not as I do', so that was alright.
In any case, 32's plan didn't involve pulling Rabbit out of the hat. It involved stuffing the grey squirrel into the hat. It'd probably get on well with Rabbit. One fuzzy engine of destruction to another and all that.
Making his way through the chaos, #32 produced a battered top hat and brought it down firmly on top of the grey squirrel.
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by Endesu » Wed Feb 07, 2007 12:22 pm
The priest harrumphed at Kelne's response, but said nothing more; he instead returned to the people and began to speak to them as if completely oblivious to the presence of 42, Kelne, and 93.
93 politely waited for Kelne to make his point before returning to her prior question. "How badly were you hurt down there, Kelne? We can pray for you, if you wish. We also have a few medical supplies that may be of use, but..."
42 had remained silent during the exchange between the Priest and Kelne, but he had maintained an annoyed glare during the little back-and-forth that had just transpired. 93's offer for prayer and additional 'but' at the end only seemed to annoy him further.
"If it hasn't been made obvious enough, 93, neither of us care one bit about your damned religion or your offers for prayer. This man may need medical supplies, but I doubt he's about to convert for them."
There were a few hushed gasps from the congregation, but the priest attempted to drawn out the noise by raising the volume of his own speech higher.
"Honestly, 42, you speak of the offer of prayer as if the act of praying itself would be considered an attempt to convert someone. We do not force others to join our religion, and only extend this offer as a sign of good will. As far as the medical supplies go, I only extend them in exchange for Kelne resting a bit on an upper floor. If he were to continue on in his current state, he would surely die. Please, I am only trying to do what is best." 93's words, in line with her benevolent tone, would seem genuinely driven by compassion. 42 himself seemed to back off for a moment, unsure as how to reply to this.
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The scene of scattered Minions and squirrels at war was at once broken by the seeming capture of the Gray Squirrel into the top hat.
A moment of silence would pass, as the Gray Squirrel would at once find itself faced by a foe perhaps more mighty than itself: a Rabbit with a dark force looming within it. The Squirrel would at once advance with a warning chitter, puffing its tail up to display its lack of fear. It would show that it was ready for whatever this new being had to offer...
Justin and Stephen remained below deck. Justin had to maintain the piloting position, while Stephen was taking the time to glance topside to check on the overall situation.
"So...?" queried Justin, having no idea of what was going on above.
"Squirrels attacking. It seems you were right in your suspicions, though I have to wonder how squirrels of all creatures would..."
"You can never be paranoid enough, especially when it comes to those vermin. The Ducks may have quiet malevolence on their side, but the Squirrels have, to my knowledge, formed an active and aggressive offensive in the recent years. They are a force to be feared."
"You don't say..."
Due to the scuffle on top, no one would notice the comparatively quiet noises of a shadowy figure seizing hold of the bottom of the ship, and slowly climbing up the side...
93 politely waited for Kelne to make his point before returning to her prior question. "How badly were you hurt down there, Kelne? We can pray for you, if you wish. We also have a few medical supplies that may be of use, but..."
42 had remained silent during the exchange between the Priest and Kelne, but he had maintained an annoyed glare during the little back-and-forth that had just transpired. 93's offer for prayer and additional 'but' at the end only seemed to annoy him further.
"If it hasn't been made obvious enough, 93, neither of us care one bit about your damned religion or your offers for prayer. This man may need medical supplies, but I doubt he's about to convert for them."
There were a few hushed gasps from the congregation, but the priest attempted to drawn out the noise by raising the volume of his own speech higher.
"Honestly, 42, you speak of the offer of prayer as if the act of praying itself would be considered an attempt to convert someone. We do not force others to join our religion, and only extend this offer as a sign of good will. As far as the medical supplies go, I only extend them in exchange for Kelne resting a bit on an upper floor. If he were to continue on in his current state, he would surely die. Please, I am only trying to do what is best." 93's words, in line with her benevolent tone, would seem genuinely driven by compassion. 42 himself seemed to back off for a moment, unsure as how to reply to this.
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The scene of scattered Minions and squirrels at war was at once broken by the seeming capture of the Gray Squirrel into the top hat.
A moment of silence would pass, as the Gray Squirrel would at once find itself faced by a foe perhaps more mighty than itself: a Rabbit with a dark force looming within it. The Squirrel would at once advance with a warning chitter, puffing its tail up to display its lack of fear. It would show that it was ready for whatever this new being had to offer...
Justin and Stephen remained below deck. Justin had to maintain the piloting position, while Stephen was taking the time to glance topside to check on the overall situation.
"So...?" queried Justin, having no idea of what was going on above.
"Squirrels attacking. It seems you were right in your suspicions, though I have to wonder how squirrels of all creatures would..."
"You can never be paranoid enough, especially when it comes to those vermin. The Ducks may have quiet malevolence on their side, but the Squirrels have, to my knowledge, formed an active and aggressive offensive in the recent years. They are a force to be feared."
"You don't say..."
Due to the scuffle on top, no one would notice the comparatively quiet noises of a shadowy figure seizing hold of the bottom of the ship, and slowly climbing up the side...
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by Endesu » Wed Feb 07, 2007 4:19 pm
(25 HP restored! Amusingly enough, that cancels out Shamash's last attack entirely!
36/91 HP remaining.
Greg's remaining MP is 52/74, as his rest recharged him.)
Greg's wounds were quickly healed, and he found himself able to stand a bit easier, now.
Shamash simply kept her grin, opting to respond with yet another flipkick to the face.
(-15 HP, again!
Down to 21/91 HP.)
Greg would also find that Shamash had noticed to knock a random tooth loose during these last few exchanges.
At this point, she finally spoke.
"Oh, yes. It's always fun to have it out with someone who's capable of an attack. Even better when I remind myself how painfully you're going to die soon..."
36/91 HP remaining.
Greg's remaining MP is 52/74, as his rest recharged him.)
Greg's wounds were quickly healed, and he found himself able to stand a bit easier, now.
Shamash simply kept her grin, opting to respond with yet another flipkick to the face.
(-15 HP, again!
Down to 21/91 HP.)
Greg would also find that Shamash had noticed to knock a random tooth loose during these last few exchanges.
At this point, she finally spoke.
"Oh, yes. It's always fun to have it out with someone who's capable of an attack. Even better when I remind myself how painfully you're going to die soon..."
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by Kelne » Wed Feb 07, 2007 8:37 pm
"Thank you, 93," Kelne said, "Medical supplies and a safe place to rest and regroup would be much appreciated. I'm afraid I can't accept the prayers, though. Doing so after denouncing your religion would be terribly hypocritical." He sighed, "I know you mean well, but this whole 'one true path to heaven' business sounds any number of alarm bells for me."
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The world would probably never know the outcome of the confrontation between Rabbit and the Grey Squirrel. Since #32 wasn't about to pull either one of them out of the hat, neither of them was going to be bothering anyone in the group again.
32, raising his shovel in triumph, now addressed the squirrels, "You might as well go now. Your Boss is gone, and the Not-Boss doesn't want you on his ship."
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The world would probably never know the outcome of the confrontation between Rabbit and the Grey Squirrel. Since #32 wasn't about to pull either one of them out of the hat, neither of them was going to be bothering anyone in the group again.
32, raising his shovel in triumph, now addressed the squirrels, "You might as well go now. Your Boss is gone, and the Not-Boss doesn't want you on his ship."
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by Idran1701 » Thu Feb 08, 2007 2:49 am
Wincing again, he feints an easily-dodgable attack at her, waiting to strike until she tries another move against him.
"All that talk about a head start, then, just a big con? Hmph. Why am I not surprised?"
He holds ready for her to dash at him again, attempting to deflect her attack and throw her off-balance with a strike of his own when she's least able to dodge it; in mid-air.
"All that talk about a head start, then, just a big con? Hmph. Why am I not surprised?"
He holds ready for her to dash at him again, attempting to deflect her attack and throw her off-balance with a strike of his own when she's least able to dodge it; in mid-air.
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by Endesu » Thu Feb 08, 2007 11:39 am
93 nodded, and silently ushered Kelne and 42 upstairs, amidst the priest, who had up to now been casting his sermon out as loud as possible in order to drown out the words these heathens might be attempting to pass on to his faithful flock.
"I'm truly sorry that the both of you feel the way you do." 93 finally responded, after they had ascended to the ground floor. "We only wish to offer hope and peace of mind to the troubled people of this Earth, and we ask nothing in return save an open mind and an attentive ear. You are free to follow or not follow as you wish, however. None shall force you into following our way."
As she spoke, she led them up yet another floor. This floor appeared to be furnished along the lines of a living room of sorts; the floor was carpeted. The room was furnished with a multitude of comfortable looking chairs and couches. Various tapestries adorned the walls, depicting messages in languages that ranged from English to Japanese. A cooler installed on the wall, if opened, would reveal a multitude of freshly preserved food and drink items. Close to the cooler and nearly as large was a medical supplies locker of some sort; from this, 93 pulled what appeared to be a large case full of ointments, bandages, and the like.
It seemed very well furnished, to say the least.
42 checked around and appeared to locate two doors; one that led back downstairs, and one that led upstairs. Both were lockable, and 42 did indeed lock the both of them. "I don't recall these locks being here last time..."
93 nodded, heading over to Kelne with medical supplies in tow. "Those were recently installed, so as to provide some form of barricade against the Ikei, should they prove daring and attempt to storm our faithful's area of worship."
The herald thus stopped by Kelne, and began to pull out a wide array of bandages, salves, ointments, hypodermics, and the like. "Tell me, if you can, how badly you are wounded, and if there are any particular areas in need of care foremost."
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#32 had indeed vanquished the Gray Squirrel... in a sense, and so the other squirrels were quickly disbanded, chittering angrily as they left. Some made a few curious motions with their claws, perhaps indicating a future demise for the Minions, but those squirrels left as well, leaving the Minions and Not-Minions ultimately victorious in their scuffle.
"Way to go, #32! Your Boss would be so proud of you right now! Let's have a net salute!" #-47 shouted, and all of the Anti-Minions thrusted their nets into the air, providing what could be interpreted as a grandiose salute.
"Well, they appear to have won..." Stephen announced to Justin on the lower deck, still a bit confused by the situation that had just occurred.
"Good. Hopefully, that's the last nuisance we'll have to deal with on this trip. Tell them to come back down here for a reward."
Stephen communicated this information to the Minions and Anti-Minions...
... as the shadowy figure from before had half-finished their climb, and was nearing the top of the ship...
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Shamash, instead, stopped, and crossed her arms in a defiant posture.
"Excuse me? You accusing me of going against my word? Like I said, if you took me down, you'd get a head start. But you gotta take me down first. And seeing as how I doubt you're at all capable of that, I'm predicting that you'll be dying long before that. By my hands, and all. Sheesh, it's called comprehension."
"I'm truly sorry that the both of you feel the way you do." 93 finally responded, after they had ascended to the ground floor. "We only wish to offer hope and peace of mind to the troubled people of this Earth, and we ask nothing in return save an open mind and an attentive ear. You are free to follow or not follow as you wish, however. None shall force you into following our way."
As she spoke, she led them up yet another floor. This floor appeared to be furnished along the lines of a living room of sorts; the floor was carpeted. The room was furnished with a multitude of comfortable looking chairs and couches. Various tapestries adorned the walls, depicting messages in languages that ranged from English to Japanese. A cooler installed on the wall, if opened, would reveal a multitude of freshly preserved food and drink items. Close to the cooler and nearly as large was a medical supplies locker of some sort; from this, 93 pulled what appeared to be a large case full of ointments, bandages, and the like.
It seemed very well furnished, to say the least.
42 checked around and appeared to locate two doors; one that led back downstairs, and one that led upstairs. Both were lockable, and 42 did indeed lock the both of them. "I don't recall these locks being here last time..."
93 nodded, heading over to Kelne with medical supplies in tow. "Those were recently installed, so as to provide some form of barricade against the Ikei, should they prove daring and attempt to storm our faithful's area of worship."
The herald thus stopped by Kelne, and began to pull out a wide array of bandages, salves, ointments, hypodermics, and the like. "Tell me, if you can, how badly you are wounded, and if there are any particular areas in need of care foremost."
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#32 had indeed vanquished the Gray Squirrel... in a sense, and so the other squirrels were quickly disbanded, chittering angrily as they left. Some made a few curious motions with their claws, perhaps indicating a future demise for the Minions, but those squirrels left as well, leaving the Minions and Not-Minions ultimately victorious in their scuffle.
"Way to go, #32! Your Boss would be so proud of you right now! Let's have a net salute!" #-47 shouted, and all of the Anti-Minions thrusted their nets into the air, providing what could be interpreted as a grandiose salute.
"Well, they appear to have won..." Stephen announced to Justin on the lower deck, still a bit confused by the situation that had just occurred.
"Good. Hopefully, that's the last nuisance we'll have to deal with on this trip. Tell them to come back down here for a reward."
Stephen communicated this information to the Minions and Anti-Minions...
... as the shadowy figure from before had half-finished their climb, and was nearing the top of the ship...
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Shamash, instead, stopped, and crossed her arms in a defiant posture.
"Excuse me? You accusing me of going against my word? Like I said, if you took me down, you'd get a head start. But you gotta take me down first. And seeing as how I doubt you're at all capable of that, I'm predicting that you'll be dying long before that. By my hands, and all. Sheesh, it's called comprehension."
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by Idran1701 » Thu Feb 08, 2007 3:13 pm
"Hmph. If you say so."
Taking the chance to make another strike against her, he swings his sword at her in an arc she could easily deflect with her staff...pulling the serrated edge of the blade down the staff, using the enchanted metal as a makeshift saw, hoping that the magic about his own weapon is tougher than any enchantment her own staff possesses.
Taking the chance to make another strike against her, he swings his sword at her in an arc she could easily deflect with her staff...pulling the serrated edge of the blade down the staff, using the enchanted metal as a makeshift saw, hoping that the magic about his own weapon is tougher than any enchantment her own staff possesses.
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by Endesu » Thu Feb 08, 2007 5:09 pm
Shamash sneered and brought her own staff directly against Greg's blade.
Greg would find, rather quickly, that her presumably wooden staff was matching his own metallic blade, enchantments or no.
It was at this time that Shamash seemed to 'wink' at Greg. The meaning of this was lost until he found himself being blindsided, somewhat cheaply, from behind by what he would recognize as his shadow double, fully revitalized.
He would now find himself with a rather nasty slash down his back.
(-10 HP.
Back down to 11/91 HP.)
"Never said I wouldn't bring in reinforcements, now did I?" She cackled, still holding strong against Greg's blade.
Greg would find, rather quickly, that her presumably wooden staff was matching his own metallic blade, enchantments or no.
It was at this time that Shamash seemed to 'wink' at Greg. The meaning of this was lost until he found himself being blindsided, somewhat cheaply, from behind by what he would recognize as his shadow double, fully revitalized.
He would now find himself with a rather nasty slash down his back.
(-10 HP.
Back down to 11/91 HP.)
"Never said I wouldn't bring in reinforcements, now did I?" She cackled, still holding strong against Greg's blade.
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by Idran1701 » Fri Feb 09, 2007 4:56 am
Sucking in a breath at the sudden slice, he backs away from the pair, activating his ring once more, well aware that it's nearly depleted at this point.
"That confident you'll end up killing me, you've got to bring that thing back in, eh?"
Meanwhile, he casts back, reopening the telepathic connection with Jikuro.
T: Any closer to being patched up yet? Not sure how much longer I can hold out here...
(Triggering the ring, and acting to parry any strikes made by either of the two of them if possible.)
"That confident you'll end up killing me, you've got to bring that thing back in, eh?"
Meanwhile, he casts back, reopening the telepathic connection with Jikuro.
T: Any closer to being patched up yet? Not sure how much longer I can hold out here...
(Triggering the ring, and acting to parry any strikes made by either of the two of them if possible.)
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by Endesu » Fri Feb 09, 2007 1:17 pm
(+26 HP!
37/91 HP remaining.)
"The more, the merrier is what they say!" Shamash sneered as she jumped away, allowing Greg's shadow to dive into the fray with a blade matching his in power and weight.
Shamash, meanwhile, was beginning to move in a wide circular formation just around the scene of the battle... as she moved in this fashion, she steadily began to speed up until she herself had taken on the appearance of a blur in motion.
She was apparently planning an attack, but what...?
As far as Greg's attempt at telepathy went...
There was no response from Jikuro's end...
37/91 HP remaining.)
"The more, the merrier is what they say!" Shamash sneered as she jumped away, allowing Greg's shadow to dive into the fray with a blade matching his in power and weight.
Shamash, meanwhile, was beginning to move in a wide circular formation just around the scene of the battle... as she moved in this fashion, she steadily began to speed up until she herself had taken on the appearance of a blur in motion.
She was apparently planning an attack, but what...?
As far as Greg's attempt at telepathy went...
There was no response from Jikuro's end...
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Kelne complied, pointing out the various woulns he'd picked up, half-healed or not, in order of severity.
"Finally, I doubt you can do anything about this one, but just on the off-chance..." He unwrapped the bandage covering his hand.
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The minions followed Stephen right back down into the ship without a second thought.
"Finally, I doubt you can do anything about this one, but just on the off-chance..." He unwrapped the bandage covering his hand.
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The minions followed Stephen right back down into the ship without a second thought.
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by Endesu » Fri Feb 09, 2007 5:04 pm
93 winced ever-so-slightly. "Blight, I take it? I'm afraid we've nothing that can deal with something on that level of severity. I'd recommend dealing with it as soon as you've returned to Gaera, but I'm afraid I can offer nothing for you now. It doesn't seem to be terribly bad as of yet, however; keep it bandaged and do your best to keep that spot protected."
That said, 93 did go about dressing several of Kelne's other wounds, and though it was certainly not along the same lines of a White Mage's healing spells, and though 93 herself took a somewhat extensive amount of time to do the job, it worked to reduce the pain he was likely feeling.
42 seemed to be thinking to himself as 93 went about dressing Kelne's injuries; he spoke up only after she was close to finishing. "I'm loathe to admit it, but we may need further help; a potential escape for Kelne here may be difficult to reach, what with the hordes of Ikei infesting the lower floors of this tower and all. Any suggestions?"
93 seemed to consider for a moment, even as she continued her work. "You have a few ways of dealing with this, I believe. One is to simply continue from where you left off. It may be difficult, but the best way to reach your goal, often times, can be to directly force your way through it.
There are also hidden pathways, often hidden behind fake walls in the lower floors, which can transport you downward far more quickly than normal. I cannot guarantee whether there are Ikei in those pathways or not, however.
Finally, have you considered attempting to disguise yourselves as the Ikei? Perhaps taking the skin from one and using it to cover yourself? The smell of their blood and the appearance of their skin on your body may confuse or disorient some of them from initially attacking you. It's an idea, anyhow."
42 thought about it a bit before turning to Kelne, who was close to having his wrap-up job completed. "What do you think, then? This trip is for your benefit, after all, so you might as well make the decision as to how to get down there."
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Stephen and the Minion/Anti-Minion assembly made their way back down into the ship, where Justin, for the time being, was now standing and watching them, as opposed to directly piloting the ship. Apparently, he had set it to 'Autopilot'.
"Do you see, now, why I warned you about the squirrels? They're an organized threat, and though I congratulate your disposal of several of them, know there are several more that may yet be on their way.
Regardless, I have a special reward for all of you; due in part to your success, and also due in part to my desire for all of you to busy yourselves for the rest of this trip. Now tell me, first of all: what do you want, most of all, in this entire world, beyond, perhaps, a bigger hole to dig?"
Justin's speech was still high and uplifting, intended to capture the attention of all there.
The shadowy character, meanwhile, had crawled to the top of the ship, and began to quietly chant some sort of spell...
That said, 93 did go about dressing several of Kelne's other wounds, and though it was certainly not along the same lines of a White Mage's healing spells, and though 93 herself took a somewhat extensive amount of time to do the job, it worked to reduce the pain he was likely feeling.
42 seemed to be thinking to himself as 93 went about dressing Kelne's injuries; he spoke up only after she was close to finishing. "I'm loathe to admit it, but we may need further help; a potential escape for Kelne here may be difficult to reach, what with the hordes of Ikei infesting the lower floors of this tower and all. Any suggestions?"
93 seemed to consider for a moment, even as she continued her work. "You have a few ways of dealing with this, I believe. One is to simply continue from where you left off. It may be difficult, but the best way to reach your goal, often times, can be to directly force your way through it.
There are also hidden pathways, often hidden behind fake walls in the lower floors, which can transport you downward far more quickly than normal. I cannot guarantee whether there are Ikei in those pathways or not, however.
Finally, have you considered attempting to disguise yourselves as the Ikei? Perhaps taking the skin from one and using it to cover yourself? The smell of their blood and the appearance of their skin on your body may confuse or disorient some of them from initially attacking you. It's an idea, anyhow."
42 thought about it a bit before turning to Kelne, who was close to having his wrap-up job completed. "What do you think, then? This trip is for your benefit, after all, so you might as well make the decision as to how to get down there."
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Stephen and the Minion/Anti-Minion assembly made their way back down into the ship, where Justin, for the time being, was now standing and watching them, as opposed to directly piloting the ship. Apparently, he had set it to 'Autopilot'.
"Do you see, now, why I warned you about the squirrels? They're an organized threat, and though I congratulate your disposal of several of them, know there are several more that may yet be on their way.
Regardless, I have a special reward for all of you; due in part to your success, and also due in part to my desire for all of you to busy yourselves for the rest of this trip. Now tell me, first of all: what do you want, most of all, in this entire world, beyond, perhaps, a bigger hole to dig?"
Justin's speech was still high and uplifting, intended to capture the attention of all there.
The shadowy character, meanwhile, had crawled to the top of the ship, and began to quietly chant some sort of spell...
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by Kelne » Fri Feb 09, 2007 7:03 pm
"I was considering the disguise angle myself," Kelne said, concentrating momentarily. His form was abruptly replaced with that of the gas mask wearing Ikei from earlier as the ring of disguise kicked in. "Not much point if I'm the only one disguised, though, which is why I didn't try it to begin with. Still, I may be able to whip up something makeshift for you tomorrow," he said, nodding to 42 and letting the disguise drop.
"The secret passages might be useful as well, but unless there's some easy way of finding them, searching them out could take too much time. And the idea of fighting exploding opponents in a cramped space if it comes to that isn't appealing."
"One thing I'd like to know, though - what is it that stops the Ikei from attacking you here? They don't seem the types to be put off by superior numbers, and I'm not even sure you even have those."
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Serious contemplation occurred.
"New shovels?" 32 said at length, "Oh, and nets," he continued, remembering the anti-minions, "Maybe even shovel-nets."
"The secret passages might be useful as well, but unless there's some easy way of finding them, searching them out could take too much time. And the idea of fighting exploding opponents in a cramped space if it comes to that isn't appealing."
"One thing I'd like to know, though - what is it that stops the Ikei from attacking you here? They don't seem the types to be put off by superior numbers, and I'm not even sure you even have those."
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Serious contemplation occurred.
"New shovels?" 32 said at length, "Oh, and nets," he continued, remembering the anti-minions, "Maybe even shovel-nets."
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by Endesu » Sat Feb 10, 2007 5:40 am
42 scoffed. "Gee, thanks for your concern, there, Kelne. You mention 'tomorrow', though; I take it you're planning to rest up, then? Might be a good idea, especially given how your day has gone thus far. Maybe you'll be lucky tomorrow, and some random Ikei will simply kill you instead of mortally wounding you as they have today, eh?"
93 shot 42 a look before turning to Kelne. "As I've said, I can make no guarantees on the passageways and their relative safety or lack thereof. Use them at your own discretion.
As far as your other issue goes... we're not entirely certain. There is something about members of our faith and other mystics in this Tower that seems to repel the Ikei from attacking them head-on. We're taking it as a sign of the Ikei's fear of our organized religion, but I suppose I cannot presume anything for certain.
Will you be taking a rest, then? Rest assured, you will be well protected here if you choose to do so."
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Justin nodded. "New shovels and nets and shovel-nets and uniforms all around! As soon as we get a chance, everyone will be freshly equipped with the best a Minion could ever hope to handle!"
Stephen rolled his eyes, and Justin himself wasn't entirely being serious. However, the Anti-Minions were already reacting with general fervor befitting Minions.
The spell completed, the shadowy character simply sat... and waited.
93 shot 42 a look before turning to Kelne. "As I've said, I can make no guarantees on the passageways and their relative safety or lack thereof. Use them at your own discretion.
As far as your other issue goes... we're not entirely certain. There is something about members of our faith and other mystics in this Tower that seems to repel the Ikei from attacking them head-on. We're taking it as a sign of the Ikei's fear of our organized religion, but I suppose I cannot presume anything for certain.
Will you be taking a rest, then? Rest assured, you will be well protected here if you choose to do so."
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Justin nodded. "New shovels and nets and shovel-nets and uniforms all around! As soon as we get a chance, everyone will be freshly equipped with the best a Minion could ever hope to handle!"
Stephen rolled his eyes, and Justin himself wasn't entirely being serious. However, the Anti-Minions were already reacting with general fervor befitting Minions.
The spell completed, the shadowy character simply sat... and waited.
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by Kelne » Sat Feb 10, 2007 6:35 am
"On the contrary. Knowing my luck, some random horror will bypass our precautions and slaughter us all in our sleep." Or possibly attack through the medium of his dreams - there was certainly precedent for such a thing. Kelne had been working on warding his dreams against intruders as a result, but unfortunately the only way to test the effectiveness of said wards was for someone to attempt to get through them.
"Still, short of never sleeping again, there's no way to prevent that possibility, and I could certainly use the rest."
In a way, watching 93 and 42 interact was eerily familiar. Much like he imagined watching himself and Enlil interact from the outside must look like. His sympathies, naturally, were firmly with 42. Even while he was making cracks at his expense.
"One last question before I turn in, though. Have you by any chance seen anyone else pass through here? Tall guy, red hooded cloak, abrupt manner?" Astrynax was, of course, quite capable of looking after himself, but knowing where he was wouldn't hurt.
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Amidst all the fervour, #32 had the strangest sensation something wasn't right. The Not-Boss was acting awfully strangely, with his offers of rewards and whatnot. The Boss had never gone in for rewards, though he'd been very big on random tasks which, coincidentally, kept the minions away from him for extended periods of time.
Maybe the Not-Boss was using that sarcasm thing?
"Still, short of never sleeping again, there's no way to prevent that possibility, and I could certainly use the rest."
In a way, watching 93 and 42 interact was eerily familiar. Much like he imagined watching himself and Enlil interact from the outside must look like. His sympathies, naturally, were firmly with 42. Even while he was making cracks at his expense.
"One last question before I turn in, though. Have you by any chance seen anyone else pass through here? Tall guy, red hooded cloak, abrupt manner?" Astrynax was, of course, quite capable of looking after himself, but knowing where he was wouldn't hurt.
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Amidst all the fervour, #32 had the strangest sensation something wasn't right. The Not-Boss was acting awfully strangely, with his offers of rewards and whatnot. The Boss had never gone in for rewards, though he'd been very big on random tasks which, coincidentally, kept the minions away from him for extended periods of time.
Maybe the Not-Boss was using that sarcasm thing?
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by Endesu » Sat Feb 10, 2007 7:05 am
"Now, Kelne, those locks should be able to hold against whatever may come. You needn't worry about the Ikei assaulting either you or 42 during your time up here. Please place such worries out of mind." 93 was, naturally, attempting to speak to Kelne in a very calm, reassuring tone.
42, naturally, didn't go along with this type of speech. "As I'm sure they've been tested countless times, considering their recent installment? Whatever. Not like I haven't had to deal with the risk factor of being killed in my sleep."
"That's beside the point, 42..."
"And somehow I knew you would follow up with that. Anyhow, as to your other question, no, I didn't see this guy, but if I heard right, Yuka sent him this way."
93 simply shook her head at 42's response before going on. "Yes, actually, he was seen descending this very Tower. He didn't bother to respond to anyone's queries, and appeared to openly threaten those who 'stood in his way'. We cleared a wide berth for him, to say the least. Thus, we're not sure as to his current whereabouts. Why, is he also from this world of yours? And, just to check, is everything to your satisfaction as far as a resting area goes, here? It's not exactly luxurious, but it should be comfortable..."
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Justin seemed to be building the Minion/Anti-Minion crowd up with increasing fervor... to the point where the more they were cheering themselves on, the less they would be bugging him about it. He seemed quite content to have the lot excitedly discuss the current situation, as he returned to piloting. 32 was thus left with this thought, unless he decided to bother Justin about it (which would, obviously, ruin his plan).
The shadowy figure remained seated...
42, naturally, didn't go along with this type of speech. "As I'm sure they've been tested countless times, considering their recent installment? Whatever. Not like I haven't had to deal with the risk factor of being killed in my sleep."
"That's beside the point, 42..."
"And somehow I knew you would follow up with that. Anyhow, as to your other question, no, I didn't see this guy, but if I heard right, Yuka sent him this way."
93 simply shook her head at 42's response before going on. "Yes, actually, he was seen descending this very Tower. He didn't bother to respond to anyone's queries, and appeared to openly threaten those who 'stood in his way'. We cleared a wide berth for him, to say the least. Thus, we're not sure as to his current whereabouts. Why, is he also from this world of yours? And, just to check, is everything to your satisfaction as far as a resting area goes, here? It's not exactly luxurious, but it should be comfortable..."
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Justin seemed to be building the Minion/Anti-Minion crowd up with increasing fervor... to the point where the more they were cheering themselves on, the less they would be bugging him about it. He seemed quite content to have the lot excitedly discuss the current situation, as he returned to piloting. 32 was thus left with this thought, unless he decided to bother Justin about it (which would, obviously, ruin his plan).
The shadowy figure remained seated...
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by Kelne » Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:43 pm
"The sleeping arrangements are fine, yes," Kelne said, "I've certainly slept in worse places." He declined to say anything further about Astrynax, as he was by nature a complicated subject.
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32 decided not to bother the Not-Boss. It wasn't as if he wanted to talk him out of providing shiny new equipment.
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32 decided not to bother the Not-Boss. It wasn't as if he wanted to talk him out of providing shiny new equipment.
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by Endesu » Sat Feb 10, 2007 5:27 pm
93 nodded. "I would remain with you, but I have much work to do with my faith. So, 42, given that you are acting as this man's guide and guardian, see to it that you lock the door behind me, will you?"
"Would you like me to swaddle him in infant clothes as well?" 42 grumbled. "But, yes, I'm here to certify that he does not die an untimely death. At least, not while he's on this world."
93 smiled. "I suppose that's as much as I can hope for. Kelne, if you have any further problems, I will be with my flock below for the next few hours. Should anything come up, do not hesitate to visit. As far as tomorrow goes, I may be busy in many places, but I will do my best to visit the both of you at some point. Have a good rest."
The two would have a moment to bid 93 farewell before she left. Said leaving would involve 93 warmly nodding to them both and unlocking the door leading downward. Naturally, she left, returning to her flock. 42 followed her and locked the door behind her.
After which, he turned back to Kelne. "All right, then. If you need rest so much, take it. I'll be staying up a bit, myself... I have a few things to consider while I'm here. Sleep on one of the couches around here, I suppose. It doesn't really matter to me."
Kelne would have a moment to speak with 42 further if he wished. Otherwise, he would be free to rest.
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And so it was.
Justin was piloting the ship, having craftily conned the crew into not bothering him by distracting them with promises of new stuff. Whether or not that new stuff would surface would depend, really. He was, by no means, an overly generous or benevolent sort... but, on the other hand, he was not about to go back on his word, either. It was an interesting issue, and one he would have to stew over.
The Anti-Minions (and Minions, as well) were excitedly discussing this chance of new stuff. Some of the Anti-Minions revealed that they had previously attempted several models of a Shovel-Net system, though earlier versions didn't work quite as well as planned. Though the attached net was capable of catching dirt (and other substances) uprooted by the shovel, the net's weight often seemed to throw the balance of the shovel off. But if their Anti-Boss had shovel-nets, surely his would be perfect.
Stephen was simply attempting to stay out of the entire situation, finding it silly beyond words.
At this point, then, the relative peace was broken, as the loud scream of a dragon seemed to fill the airship. Those who deigned to peer out the various windows of the airship would see a terrifying sight: a gigantic, crimson, bandaged dragon, flying past the ship. Its claws appeared to scratch against the hull, following up the scream with a nice long screech.
Justin glared. "If it isn't one thing, it's another! Minions, there are several rocks in the boxes below deck. I want as many of you possible to go below, gather rocks, and go above deck to fling them at the dragon!"
Stephen went to Justin's side and looked on with a mix of surprise and shock. No snide words came from his mouth this time...
"Would you like me to swaddle him in infant clothes as well?" 42 grumbled. "But, yes, I'm here to certify that he does not die an untimely death. At least, not while he's on this world."
93 smiled. "I suppose that's as much as I can hope for. Kelne, if you have any further problems, I will be with my flock below for the next few hours. Should anything come up, do not hesitate to visit. As far as tomorrow goes, I may be busy in many places, but I will do my best to visit the both of you at some point. Have a good rest."
The two would have a moment to bid 93 farewell before she left. Said leaving would involve 93 warmly nodding to them both and unlocking the door leading downward. Naturally, she left, returning to her flock. 42 followed her and locked the door behind her.
After which, he turned back to Kelne. "All right, then. If you need rest so much, take it. I'll be staying up a bit, myself... I have a few things to consider while I'm here. Sleep on one of the couches around here, I suppose. It doesn't really matter to me."
Kelne would have a moment to speak with 42 further if he wished. Otherwise, he would be free to rest.
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And so it was.
Justin was piloting the ship, having craftily conned the crew into not bothering him by distracting them with promises of new stuff. Whether or not that new stuff would surface would depend, really. He was, by no means, an overly generous or benevolent sort... but, on the other hand, he was not about to go back on his word, either. It was an interesting issue, and one he would have to stew over.
The Anti-Minions (and Minions, as well) were excitedly discussing this chance of new stuff. Some of the Anti-Minions revealed that they had previously attempted several models of a Shovel-Net system, though earlier versions didn't work quite as well as planned. Though the attached net was capable of catching dirt (and other substances) uprooted by the shovel, the net's weight often seemed to throw the balance of the shovel off. But if their Anti-Boss had shovel-nets, surely his would be perfect.
Stephen was simply attempting to stay out of the entire situation, finding it silly beyond words.
At this point, then, the relative peace was broken, as the loud scream of a dragon seemed to fill the airship. Those who deigned to peer out the various windows of the airship would see a terrifying sight: a gigantic, crimson, bandaged dragon, flying past the ship. Its claws appeared to scratch against the hull, following up the scream with a nice long screech.
Justin glared. "If it isn't one thing, it's another! Minions, there are several rocks in the boxes below deck. I want as many of you possible to go below, gather rocks, and go above deck to fling them at the dragon!"
Stephen went to Justin's side and looked on with a mix of surprise and shock. No snide words came from his mouth this time...
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by Idran1701 » Sat Feb 10, 2007 6:04 pm
Keeping with the parrying, he keeps an eye on the circling Shamash. A small bit of strategy pops into his mind...this is a shadowy double, so perhaps...
...connecting with his double's mind, he triggers his double to trigger Shamash's blinding flash spell inside, or if that's not possible, very near the double, averting his gaze and closing his eyes at the moment of casting. If Greg's lucky, he might be shadowy in more ways than one.
(Assuming that since it's a double of Greg himself, a Browse isn't necessary, and using a chained triggering to save on MP cost since Trigger Spell itself is only rank 3.)
...connecting with his double's mind, he triggers his double to trigger Shamash's blinding flash spell inside, or if that's not possible, very near the double, averting his gaze and closing his eyes at the moment of casting. If Greg's lucky, he might be shadowy in more ways than one.
(Assuming that since it's a double of Greg himself, a Browse isn't necessary, and using a chained triggering to save on MP cost since Trigger Spell itself is only rank 3.)
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by Kelne » Sat Feb 10, 2007 6:32 pm
Kelne opted to call it a night. Most of the points seemed to have been covered. The best thing he could do now was turn in, and hope the world looked better in the morning.
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"Rightho, Not-Boss!" The general chorus or agreement came from many mouths. Other people might wonder why Justin was carrying boxes of rocks in his hold, but the minions simply set to work carry out the instructions.
Unfortunately, they seemed to be taking these instructions literally, scooping up rocks rather than just hauling the boxes themselves above deck, which would slow things down a fair bit.
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"Rightho, Not-Boss!" The general chorus or agreement came from many mouths. Other people might wonder why Justin was carrying boxes of rocks in his hold, but the minions simply set to work carry out the instructions.
Unfortunately, they seemed to be taking these instructions literally, scooping up rocks rather than just hauling the boxes themselves above deck, which would slow things down a fair bit.
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by Endesu » Sat Feb 10, 2007 10:29 pm
Greg's ploy seemed to work; the shadowy double triggered Shamash's Seal of the Sun spell, and Greg himself closed his eyes in time to avoid the blinding.
Shamash seemed to have been caught offguard by the spell, to an extent; he could hear her swearing somewhere in the distance, and though she was maintaining her rapid rate of movement, she was not making any further attempts at attacking him.
His shadowy double, however, was unaffected. He simply pressed against Greg's attack once again, and seemed to be trying to force Greg into the path of Shamash's movement...
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Kelne was, finally, allowed to be at ease and rest; 42 simply took station closer to the door leading downward.
It was after Kelne had fallen asleep that he would, once again, find himself someplace new.
This time, he hadn't landed on a world full of devestation; instead, he had touched down into a large blue-carpeted and wallpapered room of some sort. He was sitting in a rather comfortable brown plush chair, facing a new character who sat opposite.
A raised platform was close by; a woman with hair slicked back into a partial beehive appeared to be singing into a microphone, though she was producing no noise. A man with a ski hat, overcoat, and scruffy complexion appeared to be painting away at a canvas, though regardless of his strokes, no actual visible paint ever manifested itself on said canvas. A bit further away, a black-haired man wearing a mask hiding away his eyes appeared to be playing away at a piano, producing a melancholy tune of sorts.
The character closer to Kelne appeared to be a man with a dark suit, dark tux, and a dark skin tone. His eyes appeared to be red. Between his fingers was a cigarette, which he periodically brought to his lips to smoke.
And though Kelne would get a strong feeling of... something off about this man, he certainly didn't seem to be an evil type. Far from it, really.
"Kelne. You've certainly kept me busy today. Care for a drink?"
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Justin didn't seem to bother correcting the Minions and the Anti-Minions. He instead watched as they went up top, carrying armfuls of rocks along the way.
The dragon, as it were, was still traveling along the side of the ship, scratching at the side and producing ever more of that dreadful screeching noise. It was close enough to attack with those presumably deadly rocks...
"Well, are you going to do as promised?" Justin queried, expecting to turn to Stephen... and finding no one there. Apparently, Stephen was already gone.
And indeed, there he was up top, observing the Dragon amidst the horde of Minions and Anti-Minions with that same expression of shock...
Shamash seemed to have been caught offguard by the spell, to an extent; he could hear her swearing somewhere in the distance, and though she was maintaining her rapid rate of movement, she was not making any further attempts at attacking him.
His shadowy double, however, was unaffected. He simply pressed against Greg's attack once again, and seemed to be trying to force Greg into the path of Shamash's movement...
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Kelne was, finally, allowed to be at ease and rest; 42 simply took station closer to the door leading downward.
It was after Kelne had fallen asleep that he would, once again, find himself someplace new.
This time, he hadn't landed on a world full of devestation; instead, he had touched down into a large blue-carpeted and wallpapered room of some sort. He was sitting in a rather comfortable brown plush chair, facing a new character who sat opposite.
A raised platform was close by; a woman with hair slicked back into a partial beehive appeared to be singing into a microphone, though she was producing no noise. A man with a ski hat, overcoat, and scruffy complexion appeared to be painting away at a canvas, though regardless of his strokes, no actual visible paint ever manifested itself on said canvas. A bit further away, a black-haired man wearing a mask hiding away his eyes appeared to be playing away at a piano, producing a melancholy tune of sorts.
The character closer to Kelne appeared to be a man with a dark suit, dark tux, and a dark skin tone. His eyes appeared to be red. Between his fingers was a cigarette, which he periodically brought to his lips to smoke.
And though Kelne would get a strong feeling of... something off about this man, he certainly didn't seem to be an evil type. Far from it, really.
"Kelne. You've certainly kept me busy today. Care for a drink?"
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Justin didn't seem to bother correcting the Minions and the Anti-Minions. He instead watched as they went up top, carrying armfuls of rocks along the way.
The dragon, as it were, was still traveling along the side of the ship, scratching at the side and producing ever more of that dreadful screeching noise. It was close enough to attack with those presumably deadly rocks...
"Well, are you going to do as promised?" Justin queried, expecting to turn to Stephen... and finding no one there. Apparently, Stephen was already gone.
And indeed, there he was up top, observing the Dragon amidst the horde of Minions and Anti-Minions with that same expression of shock...
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by Idran1701 » Sat Feb 10, 2007 10:43 pm
Disappointed at the failure of that strategy, he bides his time for now, putting on the appearance of being led by his double. He waits until they grow near Shamash's path...before redirecting his parries, making a strike to the belt pouch of the doppleganger, shattering his own potion of choking mist as he holds his breath, and letting the noxious fumes waft over the both of them.
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by Kelne » Sat Feb 10, 2007 11:36 pm
32 decided to issue a warning before getting into a fight with the dragon. They could be pretty tough, after all.
"Hey! You there! Stop scratching the Not-Boss's paint, or suffer the fury of a thousand falling rocks!"
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Kelne sighed and settled back in his chair, "Why not? Then perhaps you can tell me who you are and what you're bothering me for."
"Hey! You there! Stop scratching the Not-Boss's paint, or suffer the fury of a thousand falling rocks!"
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Kelne sighed and settled back in his chair, "Why not? Then perhaps you can tell me who you are and what you're bothering me for."
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by Endesu » Sat Feb 10, 2007 11:49 pm
Greg's ploy, once again, seemed to work; Shamash certainly hadn't anticipated nor had expected the presence of some form of gas on Greg, and almost immediately halted her motion, attempting to back away and clear the stuff away.
The shadow, meanwhile, was still unaffected and pressed its attack even further, now attempting to break Greg's parrying through attacks that seemed to gradually increase in strength...
What?! came Jikuro's voice, finally, through telapthy. Are you really having that much trouble? Cause we've had a new development...
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The dragon responded to 32 by opening its maw and letting out an earth-shattering roar. 32 was also blasted with a stench that apparently emitted from the dragon's maw; that of rancid meat and festering gibs. Not entirely appetizing, to say the least.
"32, are we ready to launch?" came a random Anti-Minion, who had already loaded their net with an entire bundle of the dangerous rocky projectiles.
Stephen, meanwhile, had drawn his blade, and was slowly approaching the accompanying dragon...
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The man in black seemed to smile, and snapped his fingers. The painting man seemed to pause, walked to Kelne, and proffered a glass full of what would smack of a vintage wine; a consistent, developed flavor, with just the slightest tinge of sweetness.
The man nodded to the painter, who then returned to the canvas and resumed his work.
"Well, then, Kelne, let's get down to brass tacks, shall we?" His tone was cool and collected, the voice of one who believed they were in firm control of the conversation. "You're familiar with reapers, are you not? I am the reaper who works with Infinity, and it's a pleasure to meet you at last. We do have a few issues to discuss... but if you wish, I can allow you to escape this dreamworld of sorts and resume normal slumber. You'll have gained nothing, but lost nothing, as well. It's your choice."
The shadow, meanwhile, was still unaffected and pressed its attack even further, now attempting to break Greg's parrying through attacks that seemed to gradually increase in strength...
What?! came Jikuro's voice, finally, through telapthy. Are you really having that much trouble? Cause we've had a new development...
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The dragon responded to 32 by opening its maw and letting out an earth-shattering roar. 32 was also blasted with a stench that apparently emitted from the dragon's maw; that of rancid meat and festering gibs. Not entirely appetizing, to say the least.
"32, are we ready to launch?" came a random Anti-Minion, who had already loaded their net with an entire bundle of the dangerous rocky projectiles.
Stephen, meanwhile, had drawn his blade, and was slowly approaching the accompanying dragon...
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The man in black seemed to smile, and snapped his fingers. The painting man seemed to pause, walked to Kelne, and proffered a glass full of what would smack of a vintage wine; a consistent, developed flavor, with just the slightest tinge of sweetness.
The man nodded to the painter, who then returned to the canvas and resumed his work.
"Well, then, Kelne, let's get down to brass tacks, shall we?" His tone was cool and collected, the voice of one who believed they were in firm control of the conversation. "You're familiar with reapers, are you not? I am the reaper who works with Infinity, and it's a pleasure to meet you at last. We do have a few issues to discuss... but if you wish, I can allow you to escape this dreamworld of sorts and resume normal slumber. You'll have gained nothing, but lost nothing, as well. It's your choice."
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by Idran1701 » Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:02 am
Maneuvering the parries, and starting to feel the exhaustion, Greg attempts to sidestep and force the double to carry his momentum on into Shamash, giving him a shove as he passes. Successful or not, he quickly backs up outside the radius of the cloud, and takes a deep breath, keeping his sword up as he recovers.
T: Less now, but it wouldn't hurt...she decided to stop playing fair...pulled out one of those shadow copies...what've you got to deal with there?
T: Less now, but it wouldn't hurt...she decided to stop playing fair...pulled out one of those shadow copies...what've you got to deal with there?
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by Kelne » Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:06 am
"Wait until you see the whites of his eyes," 32 said, "Oh no, wait, we can already see them. Fire at will." So saying, #32 began throwing rocks at the dragon.
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"I see. You know, I was under the impression that you lot worked directly for Reshtaha, or whoever your local equivalent is, rather than contracting out your services." Kelne was, naturally, wary, but he was confident that no harm was about to come to him here.
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"I see. You know, I was under the impression that you lot worked directly for Reshtaha, or whoever your local equivalent is, rather than contracting out your services." Kelne was, naturally, wary, but he was confident that no harm was about to come to him here.
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by Endesu » Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:07 am
The double stumbled back a bit, but Shamash, choking or no, had enough sense of the area around her to quickly backpedal a good ways back, out of the cloud and away from both Greg and the shadow. She was still attempting to clear herself of the gas, and though it had her occupied for now, she would be able to recover eventually...
The shadow, unperturbed, simply steps forward again and begins to make a series of faster attacks against Greg, still attempting to break through his parry. And though his defense would hold strong if he kept to it, he would feel it weakening ever so gradually under the shadow's constant barrage of attacks.
T: It's nothing bad... this guy is different, but he might be a help... I don't know, just hold on for a bit longer.
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And so the assault of rocks began. The rocks appeared to harmlessly bounce off the dragon's body, but it seemed annoyed enough by this unusual assault that it once again roared at the Minions and began to swat at a few of them with its rather large claws, successfully bowling a few over almost effortlessly.
"Wait! Aren't dragons weak around the beak area?!" shot out a random Anti-Minion.
"Of course! But where is the beak?!" responded another, and a desperate flurry of rocks proceeded against all potential locations of a beak on the dragon.
Stephen weaved in and out of the rocks and, unsheathing his blade, pressed his attack against the dragon by directly jumping on top of its head and slashing at it from there. The dragon was not pleased, and proceeded to perform a barrel roll. The rocks were now being rebounded with even higher speed than before...
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"I was utilizing a bit of humor. My apologies, Kelne. What I meant was that I specifically reap those involved with Infinity. Something of a special arrangement was made in this accord, and it helps prevent the work from piling up for other reapers. I can tell you about the discussion at length, if you wish." The reaper kept his cool despite Kelne's questioning, and indeed made no threatening motions towards his guest.
"You see, it all began several years ago, when..." and so it seemed that he was about to launch into a long-winded discussion concerning the arrangement he had referred to. Did Kelne wish to listen to the speech in its entirety?
The shadow, unperturbed, simply steps forward again and begins to make a series of faster attacks against Greg, still attempting to break through his parry. And though his defense would hold strong if he kept to it, he would feel it weakening ever so gradually under the shadow's constant barrage of attacks.
T: It's nothing bad... this guy is different, but he might be a help... I don't know, just hold on for a bit longer.
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And so the assault of rocks began. The rocks appeared to harmlessly bounce off the dragon's body, but it seemed annoyed enough by this unusual assault that it once again roared at the Minions and began to swat at a few of them with its rather large claws, successfully bowling a few over almost effortlessly.
"Wait! Aren't dragons weak around the beak area?!" shot out a random Anti-Minion.
"Of course! But where is the beak?!" responded another, and a desperate flurry of rocks proceeded against all potential locations of a beak on the dragon.
Stephen weaved in and out of the rocks and, unsheathing his blade, pressed his attack against the dragon by directly jumping on top of its head and slashing at it from there. The dragon was not pleased, and proceeded to perform a barrel roll. The rocks were now being rebounded with even higher speed than before...
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"I was utilizing a bit of humor. My apologies, Kelne. What I meant was that I specifically reap those involved with Infinity. Something of a special arrangement was made in this accord, and it helps prevent the work from piling up for other reapers. I can tell you about the discussion at length, if you wish." The reaper kept his cool despite Kelne's questioning, and indeed made no threatening motions towards his guest.
"You see, it all began several years ago, when..." and so it seemed that he was about to launch into a long-winded discussion concerning the arrangement he had referred to. Did Kelne wish to listen to the speech in its entirety?
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by Kelne » Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:26 am
Kelne nodded for him to continue. It did no harm, and he had the rest of the night to get to the important points. Besides, he might learn something interesting.
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32, by the sort of circuitous logic that typified his kind, decided that the beak was probably that area between the legs which caused roughly half the population to double over in pain if kicked there. He took aim and let fly before recalling that hitting someone there was generally considered to be cheating. Oh, well. The Boss was always saying that he should cheat more anyway...
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32, by the sort of circuitous logic that typified his kind, decided that the beak was probably that area between the legs which caused roughly half the population to double over in pain if kicked there. He took aim and let fly before recalling that hitting someone there was generally considered to be cheating. Oh, well. The Boss was always saying that he should cheat more anyway...
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by Idran1701 » Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:28 am
T: Right...I'll do what I can.
Breathing harder, Greg redirects one of his parries, attempting to give his double an incapacitating slash on his sword hand. He keeps an eye on Shamash, splitting his focus between her and his parries as he tries to keep the shadow from hitting him itself.
Breathing harder, Greg redirects one of his parries, attempting to give his double an incapacitating slash on his sword hand. He keeps an eye on Shamash, splitting his focus between her and his parries as he tries to keep the shadow from hitting him itself.
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by Endesu » Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:47 am
"... the Corporation, as it was, had yet to exist as it has been for the past few years. Rather, an imposing figure by the name of 'Fi Kaio' had taken on the reins of an empire of sorts on a world that no longer seems to exist at present time. He tended to rule with an iron fist, and due to the size of his empire, was able to terminate those he considered 'dissidents' at a fairly rapid rate without causing a major dip in the population.
Due to the rapidity of his murderous actions, the various reapers working on that world found themselves often overworked, particularly when Fi held his grand 'cleansing ceremonies', which involved overly elaborate mass executions. Nothing pretty, as I'm sure you can ascertain.
There wasn't much anyone could do; we, as Reapers, were there to do our job and nothing more. As such, we could not even deign to take care of Fi, even if he, clearly, was not fit to be a leader. The people themselves could not take care of Fi, either, as he held an object of great power by his side at all times... one that, unsurprisingly, empowered him to hold over his empire and keep a wide army of soldiers loyal to him at all times.
I myself was working as a reaper at the time, and found myself often reaping the souls of Fi's 'favorite' types of dissidents: women and children. I did not care for the task, but, as stated, we were there to collect souls and not interfere in the workings, immoral or not.
This did not go on forever, however. A figure bathed in a red glow... one that I recall bearing a resemblance to Fi... arrived, and after a series of battles, somehow managed to dispatch the tyrant. However, despite his apparent demise, none of the Reapers working there were able to reap his soul; it was never found. Potentially connected to the arrival of the new figure, but there was no way to tell.
This done, the new being left the orb of power to the people and granted them ideals and goals to follow in establishing a new community of sorts; one that was apparently intended to be far more peaceful and organized in intent. The figure left, and these goals and ideals were actually followed. The death rate fell so rapidly that many of the reapers were sent to other worlds, worlds that needed them more.
For my hard work, a special arrangement was made for me to remain amidst these people and reap the odd soul that arose from natural causes or untimely accident. And for a time, my work was relatively simple. But..."
The man in black paused, and took a drag from his cigarette. "... I'm not boring you at this point, am I? Please let me know if I am. I'd hate to be rude to a guest."
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32's shot seemed to strike somewhere around that general area, despite the dragon's spin; perhaps this was a clear example of dumb luck at work? Or, perhaps, it was the uncanny ability of the Minions to get a job done every now and then? Whatever the cause, the attack hit, and the dragon screamed louder than before. Its barrel roll ceased, and Stephen, who had been holding on for the sake of his continued existence, was allowed a moment to regain his composure, as he had been somewhat dizzied.
It responded by swinging a claw towards 32 and smacking him down to the ground. The other Minions also took their time aiming and striking at the area, and though the Dragon smacked them down as well, the barrage kept up. However, despite the Dragon's reactivity, it had yet to go away. Perhaps 32 had to try something more drastic... but what?
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The shadow was indeed slashed back, but showed no visible signs of injury and continued in its attempts to break Greg's parry, which still increased in speed and strength. It seemed that his shadow double was fairly resistant to all manner of things. Perhaps if he tried to battle the double as he had battled it before...?
Due to the rapidity of his murderous actions, the various reapers working on that world found themselves often overworked, particularly when Fi held his grand 'cleansing ceremonies', which involved overly elaborate mass executions. Nothing pretty, as I'm sure you can ascertain.
There wasn't much anyone could do; we, as Reapers, were there to do our job and nothing more. As such, we could not even deign to take care of Fi, even if he, clearly, was not fit to be a leader. The people themselves could not take care of Fi, either, as he held an object of great power by his side at all times... one that, unsurprisingly, empowered him to hold over his empire and keep a wide army of soldiers loyal to him at all times.
I myself was working as a reaper at the time, and found myself often reaping the souls of Fi's 'favorite' types of dissidents: women and children. I did not care for the task, but, as stated, we were there to collect souls and not interfere in the workings, immoral or not.
This did not go on forever, however. A figure bathed in a red glow... one that I recall bearing a resemblance to Fi... arrived, and after a series of battles, somehow managed to dispatch the tyrant. However, despite his apparent demise, none of the Reapers working there were able to reap his soul; it was never found. Potentially connected to the arrival of the new figure, but there was no way to tell.
This done, the new being left the orb of power to the people and granted them ideals and goals to follow in establishing a new community of sorts; one that was apparently intended to be far more peaceful and organized in intent. The figure left, and these goals and ideals were actually followed. The death rate fell so rapidly that many of the reapers were sent to other worlds, worlds that needed them more.
For my hard work, a special arrangement was made for me to remain amidst these people and reap the odd soul that arose from natural causes or untimely accident. And for a time, my work was relatively simple. But..."
The man in black paused, and took a drag from his cigarette. "... I'm not boring you at this point, am I? Please let me know if I am. I'd hate to be rude to a guest."
***
32's shot seemed to strike somewhere around that general area, despite the dragon's spin; perhaps this was a clear example of dumb luck at work? Or, perhaps, it was the uncanny ability of the Minions to get a job done every now and then? Whatever the cause, the attack hit, and the dragon screamed louder than before. Its barrel roll ceased, and Stephen, who had been holding on for the sake of his continued existence, was allowed a moment to regain his composure, as he had been somewhat dizzied.
It responded by swinging a claw towards 32 and smacking him down to the ground. The other Minions also took their time aiming and striking at the area, and though the Dragon smacked them down as well, the barrage kept up. However, despite the Dragon's reactivity, it had yet to go away. Perhaps 32 had to try something more drastic... but what?
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The shadow was indeed slashed back, but showed no visible signs of injury and continued in its attempts to break Greg's parry, which still increased in speed and strength. It seemed that his shadow double was fairly resistant to all manner of things. Perhaps if he tried to battle the double as he had battled it before...?
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by Kelne » Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:54 am
"No, by all means, continue," Kelne said, taking a sip of his drink. While he didn't see the immediate connection between this random tyrant and Infinity, he was sure there was one.
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Shaking his head to clear it, 32 decided it was time for a little magic. Ordinarily, the water sphere had other applications, like softening troublesome dirt, or filling moats, but there was also the odd combat use. Such as encasing a large dragon's head in water. Which is pretty much what he did.
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Shaking his head to clear it, 32 decided it was time for a little magic. Ordinarily, the water sphere had other applications, like softening troublesome dirt, or filling moats, but there was also the odd combat use. Such as encasing a large dragon's head in water. Which is pretty much what he did.
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by Endesu » Sun Feb 11, 2007 1:09 am
Greg would locate the following items:
- One of the Ducks, looking out of place, as usual. It appeared to be staring at Greg.
- A crumpled up bundle of boxes, tossed out from an unknown source as apparent trash.
- A discarded stuffed toy of some sort. The name 'Ninja Ned' appeared to have been stitched on the underbelly.
- A few loose bricks, sticking out of a wall of a nearby building still under apparent construction.
- A sign noting 'Under construction' on that same building. It was fairly large, and was big enough to use as a bludgeoning tool of sorts.
The shadow was increasing its frequency of attack in a dangerous fashion during this time, and was slowly beginning to break through Greg's defenses despite his best efforts to parry...
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"Yes, well, then. I was left as a reaper to this community of people, and they were left with a curious name of sorts by the being who had freed them all from the tyranny of Fi. It would be some time before they adopted the name; many other formal titles were explored by the people and were debated upon for some odd months to come... but a decision was finally reached, and the people decided to utilize the name they had been given.
The name was 'InFiNiTy'."
The reaper motioned to the painter, who once again approached Kelne with a slip of paper that held the name as seen above, intermittent capitalizations and all. The painter returned to his canvas, and Kelne was left to stew with this new piece of information.
"So these people came to refer to themselves as the 'Infinity'. An attempt was made by some to give a more professional, former bent on the title, and as such, the name was changed from simply 'Infinity' to 'Infinity Corporation'."
The man paused and took a further drag. "I know what you may be thinking at this point, but there were no further deaths at this point. The people, under the guise of this Infinity Corporation, continued to act in a relatively peaceful and nonviolent fashion."
He seemed to pause, as if for impact, and brandished a wine glass, seemingly ganked from some unseen minibar. He set the cigarette aside momentarily, and sipped at the wine ever so slightly, allowing the taste to settle on his tongue. A moment would pass, as he said nothing... before he finally continued the conversation with "How does the wine taste?"
***
Stephen once again took a slash and stab at the Dragon, who appeared to be trying to knock him away. The barrage of rocks was beginning to have less effect, particularly when a bizarre shield of bandages appeared to form over the general area. Rocks at this point seemed useless, as now many of them traveled back to painfully reunite with their former flingers.
32's magical attack certainly caught the dragon by surprise; it choked, and much of the water was disrupted in a sudden burst of blood, spewed up violently by the dragon. Some of the blood hit the ship, and caused an almost acidic melting effect on it... luckily, not striking the Minion horde, but coming close.
Would 32 risk the attack again? It seemed to have an effect...
- One of the Ducks, looking out of place, as usual. It appeared to be staring at Greg.
- A crumpled up bundle of boxes, tossed out from an unknown source as apparent trash.
- A discarded stuffed toy of some sort. The name 'Ninja Ned' appeared to have been stitched on the underbelly.
- A few loose bricks, sticking out of a wall of a nearby building still under apparent construction.
- A sign noting 'Under construction' on that same building. It was fairly large, and was big enough to use as a bludgeoning tool of sorts.
The shadow was increasing its frequency of attack in a dangerous fashion during this time, and was slowly beginning to break through Greg's defenses despite his best efforts to parry...
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"Yes, well, then. I was left as a reaper to this community of people, and they were left with a curious name of sorts by the being who had freed them all from the tyranny of Fi. It would be some time before they adopted the name; many other formal titles were explored by the people and were debated upon for some odd months to come... but a decision was finally reached, and the people decided to utilize the name they had been given.
The name was 'InFiNiTy'."
The reaper motioned to the painter, who once again approached Kelne with a slip of paper that held the name as seen above, intermittent capitalizations and all. The painter returned to his canvas, and Kelne was left to stew with this new piece of information.
"So these people came to refer to themselves as the 'Infinity'. An attempt was made by some to give a more professional, former bent on the title, and as such, the name was changed from simply 'Infinity' to 'Infinity Corporation'."
The man paused and took a further drag. "I know what you may be thinking at this point, but there were no further deaths at this point. The people, under the guise of this Infinity Corporation, continued to act in a relatively peaceful and nonviolent fashion."
He seemed to pause, as if for impact, and brandished a wine glass, seemingly ganked from some unseen minibar. He set the cigarette aside momentarily, and sipped at the wine ever so slightly, allowing the taste to settle on his tongue. A moment would pass, as he said nothing... before he finally continued the conversation with "How does the wine taste?"
***
Stephen once again took a slash and stab at the Dragon, who appeared to be trying to knock him away. The barrage of rocks was beginning to have less effect, particularly when a bizarre shield of bandages appeared to form over the general area. Rocks at this point seemed useless, as now many of them traveled back to painfully reunite with their former flingers.
32's magical attack certainly caught the dragon by surprise; it choked, and much of the water was disrupted in a sudden burst of blood, spewed up violently by the dragon. Some of the blood hit the ship, and caused an almost acidic melting effect on it... luckily, not striking the Minion horde, but coming close.
Would 32 risk the attack again? It seemed to have an effect...
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by Idran1701 » Sun Feb 11, 2007 1:55 am
With his taking in of the scene, Greg decides on a course of action quickly. Hoping that his shadow is daft enough to fall for the same trick more than once, he tricks him once more into a stumble, this time sending him into that pile of boxes, forcing him to spend some time recovering and standing back up.
Meanwhile, he moves himself near that half-constructed wall, right near the sign, readying himself for the shadow's approach after returning to his feet.
Meanwhile, he moves himself near that half-constructed wall, right near the sign, readying himself for the shadow's approach after returning to his feet.
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