[red].Raven
Sophomore
Mistress of Scuba Student- Rei, Dimor[M:0]
Home is where the heart is
Posts: 647
|
Post by [red].Raven on Mar 18, 2008 21:10:55 GMT -5
((Yay Li-waz! =D))
The Sword stress grinned impishly, skidding to a halt after one last rotation and locking her eyes onto Matt. The silver needles hit his armor in multiple places with sharp 'clinks' and lower 'thunks' when they pierced it further. Unfortunately for Matt, many of the shards simply skimmed past the edge of the shields, either just grazing or going straight through the outermost layer of flesh ((0:3)). The Sister raised up her arm, and all the remained needles frozen in place like cut outs from a still-frame photo. She smirked. "Pu'ppy dun pleying?"
The serpents all hissed at once, promptly cutting off the beams of energy. They clustered closer together with another, all glaring toward the newest snake. The stare-down went on for moments. The dark reptiles and writhed together, some hissing unhappily while others just glared in silence. Who was this stranger, interrupting their meal? Finally, a couple of the snakes got up enough wherewithal to strike. Three of them all shot out from the group at once, fangs aimed for the cobra throat, hood, and just body in general. Cobra or not, this worm was intruding.
Shadows throughout the entire area darkened and writhed as though they were living. This battle was carrying on for far too long, but it was very... interesting.
|
|
|
Post by demonfire on Mar 19, 2008 16:21:37 GMT -5
The silver hit Matt as if he had just been impaled by thousands of hornet stings--angry hornets. He winced and grunted as the poison of pain ran through him. Hate, anger, frustration and fear grew inside him waiting to burst like he were some kind of bottle soft drink that was shaken up a bit too much. Matt tried to focus on something else, anything at all. The first thought that entered his mind was that he'd have to get a new uniform. Great... he thought sarcastically.
Then a second thought came across his mind. Well, she was the Nazi Sister, and he was representing the Old US of A and Jolly Old England. Seemed a bit eerily similar to a small-scale reenactment of WWII. And like all correct history books teach, the Nazis lose.
Behind the small makeshift shield, the metal from the 'buckler' held onto the knife shield. Matt slowly but surely reached for the sniper rifle. Once he felt it was secure in his grasp, he dropped the shield to the ground, turning it into a rather random rough-and-ready rifle rack. The werewolf raised it over barricade and let the metal stabilize it in position in one fluid motion. "Wolf just needs a friend," he said in one of those catchy action movie phrases before firing the M40 at her.
He wasn't the best marksmen, and really didn't have time to aim. Chances are that the shot would either hit someone unimportant or miss, but Matt just really wanted to shoot this bitch.
|
|
|
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 19, 2008 17:16:30 GMT -5
The massive serpent didn't move as it was attacked, the liquid of it's scales pulled out to grab at the snakes that lurched at it, ready to pull them in and let the water devour them, feast upon thier life. This was no earthly creature of flesh, it was of the river, just as Ouwashi was. Being pulled into the gargantuan snake would prove to have the same effect as running into Ouwashi's shield, so it was figured that it most likely wasn't a place where anyone of sane mind would long to be.
The dome of water around Ouwashi rippled and quaked, obviously the snake took quite a bit of energy and less of her energy was now being focused on the shield. It wasn't that Ouwashi was running out of power to use, it was just that she could only channel so much power through this small child's body at one time. Ouwashi was restricted to the boundaries of her current form. She longed to take her own shape, she yearned for the familiarity of her own body. It wasn't meant to be for now... but in time... in due time...
|
|
[red].Raven
Sophomore
Mistress of Scuba Student- Rei, Dimor[M:0]
Home is where the heart is
Posts: 647
|
Post by [red].Raven on Mar 20, 2008 17:22:37 GMT -5
The Sister's expression shifted into a stern line, obviously quite displeased with how Matt had chosen to play. Her arm jerked backward, causing every single needle to come flying back toward her. They actually moved faster than Matt's bullets, coming together into one long spike on their way to the Drow's hands. Her swords had returned to their original state and were now in their rightful places, just as the first bullet aimed correctly hit its mark. The Sister's head whipped to the side with a painful crack, and she remained frozen in this position as another few bullets pierced her flesh in other areas, creating gruesome cavities. Slowly she turned her gaze back to Matt revealing what damage the first bullet had done; the left side of her face was basically shredded, but, like her stomach, it didn't bleed. Her pupils were dilated and she grinned devilishly. "Good boy." All at once, the sister exploded into thousands of blood droplets, her weapons clattering to the ground and evaporating into dark mist that quickly left the area. The second Dalninil was gone... for now.
The three serpents splashed into the river's water, screeching with fury before disappearing into the dark depths of the cobra's 'body'. The remaining four or so snakes all reeled backward, hissing on their own time and glaring hard at the intruder. Low growls, like murmurs amongst a group, could be heard, the demons slithering idly around each other while their eyes never left Ouwashi's little friend. Finally, after much deliberation, all the serpents stopped moving, glaring back and forth between the cobra and Ouwashi. Was this measly little thing really worth all this trouble? Probably not. As though suddenly one creature, the serpents slammed head first into the ground and bust into shadowy fragments, drifting away into nothingness. Forget the orders, they weren't going to die just because they were told to do some pest control by a master who wasn't even present.
All was quiet for a moment. Then something in the air seemed to shift, and Dimor was just suddenly... there. He was leaning with his back against a tree and his arms crossed, looking blankly from Ouwashi to Matt, briefly wondering why the lycan was obviously far more injured than the child.
|
|
|
Post by demonfire on Mar 20, 2008 19:20:58 GMT -5
Matt relaxed as the Nazi Sister disappeared. The previously transformed knife and shield returned to the regular bowie knife and ball respectively. He lay back and began to take slow, deep breaths, all the while putting pressure onto all of the cuts that he could. He wondered what happened to the girl and the weird thing, so his gaze drifted about as he returned to a sitting position. He saw the thing, who really didn't seem like he did any fighting at all. Really, it looked liked it just had him and the girl do all of its work for it. "French," Matt said as he scoffed.
The lycan continued looking around until his gaze overlooked Suzume-now-Ouwashi. His eyes centered on a giant snake. One big insert-profanity-here snake. "What the hell is that?!" he asked vehemently. Matt looked as if he had just seen a ghost, and instinctively grabbed his rifle. He pulled back the bolt and let an empty shell come out before doing another rough aim at the huge out-of-this-world snake. His finger pulled on the trigger hard, letting a bullet fly out of the barrel. The kickback from the gun took away from his aim and made the gun's barrel come upwards and point to the sky. Matt took a deep breath as if shooting was some kind of drug.
He seemed to ignore his injuries as the adrenaline was pumping through him, but they soon came back to haunt him. "Hey, Mr. I'm Too Good To Fight, got a light?" he asked Dimor, really intent on sauntering up the earliest and most severe wound.
|
|
|
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 25, 2008 0:51:28 GMT -5
The snake dissipated and the shielding around Ouwashi melted away, her gaze falling upon Dimor now, she didn't seem to care much at all at the current moment who he was, but he was a native here and really probably too much of a bother, "Should I kill you as well?" she asked, a demonic smile spreading accross her face, "Perhaps the boy?" she inquired, ribbons of dark water twisted to life in the air, reaching towards Matt as her shimmering black eyes looked towards Matt, "You'd make a lovely addition to my waters, no?" she tilted her head to the side in a manner that reminded one of a bird of prey looking towards some perplexing prey that must've been scurrying along underfoot. Her eyes looked towards the forest before she frowned, blood would attract too many nuisances... she'd save the issues for later, when she had more time for it. The whips of darkness receded from near Matt and were absorbed into her body as she looked to Dimor. "What shall we do now? What is our purpose of being here?" she asked, "Or moreso- Tell me your purpose for your trip, child." Ouwashi narrowed her eyes. The entire thing was odd, she was eight years old, well- atleast her body and form was eight years old, and obviously Dimor was much older physically... but in the grand scheme, Ouwashi probably had thousands of years on Dimor. Ouwashi wasn't planning on forgetting that fact.
|
|
[red].Raven
Sophomore
Mistress of Scuba Student- Rei, Dimor[M:0]
Home is where the heart is
Posts: 647
|
Post by [red].Raven on Mar 28, 2008 17:16:53 GMT -5
Dimor's white eyes trailed disinterestedly over to Matt as the lycan began speaking, and this blank look quickly became a hard glare. What had Matt just called him? Well then, if he wanted a light, who was the Drow to deny him. Dimor's arms unfolded and dropped to his sides as he stepped away from the tree he had been leaning back against. His right fist clenched before his fingers spread and flexed apart very quickly. The entire hand ignited with flames that soon became infected with a black color. He raised his hand from his side and was just about to slam it into Matt before his gaze was brought sharply over to Ouwashi, hand freezing mid-swipe. He watched the girl harshly, the flames dissipating and his hand dropping limply back to his side while she spoke. Oh, she did not just use his own label against him. 'Child' was Dimor's way of referring to people, how dare she take that away from him! The Drow's body seemed to shift in weight distribution, his center of balance moving somewhere off to the side. "My purpose is my own, girl; you don't have a right to know such things." Ouwashi seemed to have all of Suzume's intolerable characteristics minus much of the eight-year-old's natural charm. Dimor didn't seem the least bit wary of Ouwashi, even after it was obvious that she would get much enjoyment out of killing him; yeah, Dimor, worry, right.
The Drow walked forward, glaring down at Ouwashi as he approached her but tore his eyes away once he passed her. He paused a few paces away from where the girl stood and stared out into the grey mass of forest. "The Dalninilen are never done..." Far ahead, a mere speck in the distance, something shifted among the trees. This could be mistaken for nothing more than a fall of leaves or some animal, but it seemed to hold significance to the Drow. "And you, boy..." Dimor tilted his head just enough to glare at Matt from the corner of his eye. "I suggest not mentioning that you need a light for the rest of your time here. Such things will attract only more darkness." Without a word, the Drow walked off, continuing on some unseen path to some unknown place for some unspoken reason.
The island had eyes and ears everywhere. The group of traveler's had long ago been kept under watch, their presence made known not five minutes after their arrival. Things were not looking well for a successful trip.
|
|
|
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 28, 2008 18:22:15 GMT -5
"I have the right to any knowlege I see fit for my own knowing." Ouwashi obviously wasn't too terribly fond of this Dimor person, "And in all honesty, I don't think you're in such a position to be indignant." Ouwashi followed silently, she wasn't dumb enough to think she would survive here on her own, she was unfamiliar with the terrain. "And wolf, I would suggest you attempt to manage a lower level of stupidity." believe it or not, Ouwashi was being relatively kind at the current moment... well as kind as Ouwashi ever got.
Ouwashi caught up with Dimor quietly, she didn't look to see if Matt followed, though she figured if Matt were any kind of intelligent (which was something Ouwashi seemed to doubt) he would follow. Ouwashi closed her eyes for a moment as she walked, when she opened them they were bright turquoise again, it was Suzume again.
Suzume seemed quieted now, her small eight year old body trembling faintly as she walked after Dimor like a loyal puppydog. "E...excuse me... where are we going?" she asked, Dimor, her voice now soft and quiet. She was herself again, a little kid, well... a little kid with an amazing troubled expression that seemed to age her a couple years.
|
|
|
Post by demonfire on Mar 28, 2008 19:24:18 GMT -5
"Forgive me for disturbing you during your period, Your Highness," Matt said as he got up and did a sarcastic bow to Dimor. His voice came out muffled through the gas mask as if he were talking through a specially modified microphone made to distort sound or something of the sort. "I do believe that you all will need to drink some cranberry juice soon. My mum says it helps during this time of the month," the lycan said as he began a slow and steady pace to catch up to Suzume and Dimor, trudging along as he allowed himself to become accustomed to the pain that the silver needles had brought. He was going to shoot that woman again, again, and most likely a third, fourth and fifth time as well. Ammo is cheap; life is expensive.
While they were walking--and Matt ambling--the wolf boy pulled back the bolt of the rifle again to let another empty shell pop out of the steel tomb and then began to reload it with cartridges that he had left in his pocket, until he had returned it to full capacity of five shots. Matt really didn't know what was up ahead, and a full five shots never hurt anybody...okay, well at least it didn't hurt Matt.
And honestly, he was beginning to think that this Dimor fellow needed one long holiday in Cambodia, because he was on the lycan's last nerve.
|
|
[red].Raven
Sophomore
Mistress of Scuba Student- Rei, Dimor[M:0]
Home is where the heart is
Posts: 647
|
Post by [red].Raven on Apr 5, 2008 14:50:08 GMT -5
((I back Techno difficulties alllll gone!)) Dimor's smooth gait continued pointedly, gaze fixated straight ahead. He ignored Ouwashi's 'meaningless words', almost like he was making it obvious that he thought she was worthless. When Suzume spoke, however, the change was apparent in the girl's tone that the arrogant one was gone for now. The Drow's gaze flickered to the side and down to peer at Suzume from the corner of his eye. "I must reach the Lloth's Temple on the farthest edge of this island." Simple answer, very straight forward. Probably the most of an answer anyone would get out of him for now. Dimor's silent walk continued for another moment before he stopped abruptly, body very loose and steady. With a simply gesture, the Drow pivoted around to glare dead on at Matt. "Now listen to me, dog; you will either shut your mouth of any stupidity that is likely to spill from it or I will personally feed you to the darkness in the waters that surround this island." He wasn't yelling, his voice was hardly raised above an average tone... which is what made that threat so eerily true. He spoke as if stating a well known fact. Glaring a moment longer, Dimor turned once again to continue walking. Matt had already past Dimor's last nerve. Dimor was not a dog person. The was a quiet fluttering noise and then a creak as a fairly large, black-feathered bird-like creature perched on a branch above the small group of travelers. Four red eyes- two on each side of the beast's head- peered down at them, scrutinizing them each individually. Dimor merely gave a glance up at the 'bird' as he passed, but seemed to ignore it for the most part. He even ignored the blood that seeped out from the feathery tendrils that covered its body, and the fact that it seemed to know who the travelers were.
|
|
|
Post by demonfire on Apr 5, 2008 16:55:00 GMT -5
Well, last nerve was going...going...and gone. Dimor had slammed this one way out of the park...way out there. Matt increased his pace and ignored his wounds as he became fueled with rage. Remembering the humanity inside himself, he slowed down once more. His words vibrated with annoyance and anger, "If you're gonna do somethin', do it." One would expect a pissed off Matt to either A. Hit Dimor so hard that Chuck Norris flinches or B. Repeatedly yell 'No Balls' for the rest of the journey, because that was just the kind of kind man Matt was! "But I doubt you will. All talk, no action. All talk, no balls. That's right, no balls," Matt continued on. Well, guess like he had resorted to option B for the time being. Dimor should be proud; the lycan hardly talked, except for those that he was cool with, but the Drow had found a new extreme.
He continued on with his eyes piercing the air ahead of him like two ghostly blue bullets. He was here for not even a single day, and he already made an enemy. Jolly good. That's Matt for you!
|
|
|
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 6, 2008 19:45:38 GMT -5
Suzume looked towards Matt and then towards Dimor, "Dimmy... why is thw bird watching? Is it because the mean man is really loud?" she asked, pointing to Matt, showing that he was indeed the 'mean man' that she spoke of. She really didn't understand the insults that were being said at Dimor... but she knew that they were insults merely by the tone that was used when they were said. "...can we stop yelling, please?" she wasn't really talking to Dimor... because Dimor hadn't yelled at all and he barely raised his voice- Matt was making quite a bit of noise, thouhg... and it was bothering her sensitive kitsune ears, her tail swishing back and forth quickly, displaying her discontent with the situation, it was scary here... almost as scary as her nightmares... actually they weren't even 'almost' as scary. But she knew this wasn't a happy place. There were lots of 'Others' here, she could feel them like a tomb around her, but she couldn't see them, that was the scariest part... she didn't know where they were.
Mango was rather nervous as well, completely silent with his feathers all puffed up and perched underneath the veil of Suzume's long red hair, it's eyes looking around to catch any dangers that might come.
|
|