Nightcandle
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(10/1/04 7:07 pm)
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Ah la-la land, my favorite vacation spot XD
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Both Rizzen and the waiter had no clue what a junkie was. Rizze didn't react to the statement, while the waiter looked like he was trying to keep his imagination from guessing what a junkie could be. He paled a little and clutched one hand in the other until his knuckles turned white. "Would you like anything to drink with that Miss?" he asked softly.
Shikora
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(10/5/04 3:30 pm)
Reply indeed ^_^
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Latira faked a rather large, and toothy, yawn, nodding her head to agree with Feyda. Then, she spoke up, following with her friend's little game.
"Yeah, but it was a nice change from the health-ies."
Trying rather hard not to show her amusement, she simply went back to resting, only now with her eyes open, watching what looked to be a storm moving in from the west.
Jester
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(10/5/04 10:41 pm)
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Feyda was just about to answer the waiter when a shiruken stuck into the middle of the table where Rizzen and Feyda sat. Feyda's attention was quickly drawn to the shiruken before her gaze travelled in the direction of where the bladed object came from. On the edge of the rooftop, across the street, stood a dark figure with a swirled mix of white and black hair. The hair was styled so that much of it would constantly overlap his right eye. His eye that can be seen is yellow. He glared down at the dragon and Feyda alike. The Mordecai then leaped into a front flip which converted into a forward sommersault and landed between the dragon and the restaurant. Kuro turned his attention to the dragon.
"You will leave this kingdom if you wish to breathe any longer. Failure to comply would mean certain death." The ninjesque Mordecai states in a hate filled voice. He was probably the most deadly of the Mordecai. certainly not one to screw around with. He turned back to face the restaurant and points at Rizzen.
"Why are you consulting with a demon, solider? You should be doing your job." Kuro hollars out to the Connlaothian guard. Feyda slammed her hands onto the table and bolted up off the chair, knocking it over.
"How the hell do you know I'm a demon?!" Feyda yells out, before turning a concerned look towards Rizzen. She then turns another angered glare at the Mordecai.
"And don't you yell at him! He was being such a gentleman about the whole situation." Feyda tries to back Rizzen up, not knowing that it would do more harm than good.
Kuro's appearance:
http://creativeuncut.com/media/s3-watari.jpg Small Wonder
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(10/6/04 3:23 pm)
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Heeere we go...
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The second Mordecai on the scene's entrance wasn't nearly as fancy as Kuro'sâ€"truth be told, if she had seen his entrance, knowing her, she would have probably thought it show-offish. Beatrid simply jogged onto the scene, long braid swinging out behind her, and came to a stop a little ways off from Kuro, where she could effectively watch the whole scene. Her crossbow was loaded and, for the moment, was still strapped to her back, though she was ready to retrieve it at a moment's notice.
For now, though, Kuro seemed to be handling it well, which meant that, unless the situation called for itâ€"as in, they didn't cooperateâ€"she would serve as back-up.
That is...until she heard what Kuro was saying...
Groaning in exasperation, she hefted her crossbow and stalked over to the group.
"Nice job slaughtering the laws," she muttered low enough so that only Kuro could hearâ€"hopefully. "You know we gotta take any magesâ€"or possible magesâ€"into custody. And that damned guard, too, for not doin' his job! Andâ€"" She stopped suddenly. "How the hell can ya tell she's a demon? Ah, forget it...let's take 'em."
OOC: Suckage!
Nightcandle
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(10/6/04 3:51 pm)
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<- Rizzen
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The shuriken slamming into the metal table was too much for the poor waiter, who blanched and took off running back into the restaurant. Rizzen perked an eyebrow, looked toward's Latira when the shuriken-tosser landed and smirked.
Looked like the backup he signaled for was arriving. So far things were-
Why are you consulting with a demon, solider? You should be doing your job.
Scratch that. He sighed and considered smacking his forehead. Feyda's reaction confirmed that she was a demon, though that fact made him suspicious of the Mordecai. He noted the arrival of another Mordecai before standing up and scowling at the first. "Subterfuge, fool," he hissed, crossing his arms and letting one hand rest on the hilt of his sword.
Shikora
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(10/8/04 6:56 pm)
Reply bye bye magic!
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Magic was ingrained within every cell of a dragon, intertwined with almost everything they achieved, to move, it provided extra support, to defend, it provided shield, made scales harder. Also with the fire, it aided in preventing the airway from being scalded, although it had protective covering, even that could be burned away. With the arrival of first one, then two mordecai, the dragon felt herself being parted with it. It was like being torn from something as familier as breathing. It simply faded away from being there, and left. Surprise caught on to her, and she was quick to her feet, a low rumble in her throat, eyes closed in the slight pain it caused to switch from being entwined with magic, to... nothing. She felt vulnerable now, as she opened her eyes again and fixed them on the two newcomers and Rizzen, glancing at Feyda, before settling back to Kuro. She did not like to feel this way. It made her uneasy. Like a cornered animal, although she had the skies to roam.
She was silent, for the time being, tail flicking slightly at the end, like a cat when it's slightly irritated, eyeing over the situation. She was starting to feel little things she hadn't really felt when she had her magic, for instance, the pain that the bullet wound in her side caused as it's healing started to slow down. The knowledge that she was still a dangerous, living thing was still cautiously probing her train of thought, but she still felt extremely vulnerable without that magic. She would rather not fight at the moment, but if push came to shove...
Without turning from Kujo, as she had placed him as the greater threat for throwing the shuriken into the table, although the other mordecai had a crossbow that could certainly do a... er.. bit of damage, she spoke to Feyda.
"I don't like it here, Feyda, do you think we should leave, or shall I get a bit of health-ies before we leave."
Jester
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(10/12/04 2:29 am)
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Feyda turned her glare towards Rizzen with her jaw agape. She couldn't believe what she just heard.
"You mother fücker!! This was a fücking setup all along! To think, I actually started to feel for you. That's it, you son of a bitch! I'm not going out until your ass is dead!" Feyda lets out a string of colorful remarks before flipping the table towards Rizzen. When the table was flipped, Kuro quickly withdrew his katana and bolted towards Feyda. As soon as her hands were freed from flipping the table, she reached into coat to retrieve her favorite toys. Her twin semi-automatic Desert Eagles. She aims one at Rizzen's head and the other in the direction of the approaching Mordecai. Kuro stopped about twenty feet away from dis-arming the demon.
"Latira! Flee from here! Don't worry about me!" Feyda calls out before focusing on the other three.
"Anyone make any sudden movements, and there will be a new color added to the streets of Connlaoth." She threatens, ready to take out anyone that even twitches. She really wanted to end Rizzen the most, but the false thoughts she had about him, much less her feelings, still held her back. The most she could do at this point was shoot the Mordecai. Kuro maintained his non-movement as he pondered on which set of shirukens he should reach for.
Small Wonder
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(10/14/04 3:49 pm)
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Grawr...
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The instant Feyda's...weapons...came out, Beatrid's crossbow did, as well, and in a second it was aimed straight at the girl's head, bolt already loaded into it, even the demoness aimed her own weapons at Kuro. My...someone was instable. But, then, all mages were. No one could possess magic and be sound of mind...it corrupted them all.
Beatrid's icey gaze locked onto the demon cooly, her body unmoving yet relaxed, and yet, at the same time, not so relaxed so that she would be taken off guard. "The same goes for you," she replied softly to the demon's threat. She had no idea what her strange weapons did...but she didn't take that threat any less seriously. This could get really messy if handled incorrectly...whatever that might be. She was a warrior, not a negotiator, but as they were all at the end of someone else's weapon...well, looked like that would be the route to take.
"This is a no-win situation. You are outnumbered, and will be even more so soon; back-up is comingâ€"" That was a bluff; Beatrid didn't know if anyone else was coming or not, seeing as they were the back-up! "...and things will only end poorly for you if you do not cooperate. Lower your weapon, and you will not be harmed..." Hopefully this demon wasn't as brash as Beatrid's companion was.
Edited by: Small Wonder at: 10/14/04 3:55 pm
Nightcandle
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(10/15/04 11:44 pm)
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<- Rizzen
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Rizzen, whose sword was in his hand since the table came at him, froze. His eyes were on Feyda, but his mind was busy with thoughts.
The first was agitation. Both Mordecai just stood there while the demon was yelling at him. She was vulnerable and both were too honorable to strike her down. His S. O. would have had kittens if he heard that one of his men had been too honorable to strike at a magic user.
And speaking of his S. O., his squad should be arriving sometime soon. Unless they got sidetracked, and since these Mordecai arrived before they did...that was probably so. He fought the urge to sigh, and tried to cheer himself up by thinking that he'd get to browbeat the fool that decided to modify his orders.
It didn't work. He was going to be killed by Feyda, who apparently wasn't going to rest until he was dead. The Mordecai would probably write him off as collateral damage if they had to kill him to get Feyda. Hell, they thought he was a traitor, and if that thought lingered... Traitors were swiftly tried and executed. Ugh, he should have chosen another part of the village to patrol.
Shikora
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(10/16/04 12:28 pm)
Reply wow, I am magically logged in somehow... *ponders*
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The dragon was still recovering somewhat from the loss of magic and was currently eyeing the two mordecai warily. She lowered her head down to Feyda's height, still keeping her attention between the two beings that drained her magic. Any sign of movement and she'd shoot that head of hers up so fast... well, you get the idea. She spoke to Feyda, although with her loud voice, everyone within the block would be able to hear her.
"Feyda, get on."
Jester
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(10/17/04 1:32 pm)
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Feyda didn't know what to do. She was stuck. That is, until Latira came to her rescue. Time to go, but first...
Feyda glanced at Rizzen and lowered her gun to let off a single round to perhaps kneecap him. Her gaze speeds back to the Mordecai and she fires a round at the Ninjesque looking one. Kuro quickly takes action and deflects the bullet with his katana. Feyda then centers both guns to aim at the female Mordecai. Kuro's eyes widen and he quickly moves towards Beatrid. A round comes out of each gun just as Kuro pushes Beatrid out of the way, only to get hit in the side and the shoulder. He flies back with the forceful impact of the powerhouse handguns and rolls across the street a bit.
At this point, Feyda holsters her guns and reached up to pull herself up onto Latira's face. She then strattles the dragon's neck and slides down towards the back. In this instant, Kuro managed to regain enough energy to take immediate action. He reaches to his left side with his right hand and withdraws four shirukens. He tosses them as the duo. On hits Feyda's leg and another hit her shoulder, causing her to lose her balance and flop onto Latira's back, rather than land properly. Who knows where the other two shirukens went?
Small Wonder
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(10/20/04 4:16 pm)
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Ugh...
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Beatrid's cool demeanor cracked for an instant when, without warning, Feyda lowered her weapon and...
To her own horror, she actually gasped when Feyda let off a round at Rizzen, then at Kuro, and for a moment she was so surprised she froze, forgetting to fire her own weapon as she had been planning to doâ€"and trained to do. The hell was that!? She didn't even see anything come out of it, and yet Kuro was obviously reflecting something, which was clanking against his katana...hard. Of course it wasn't magic, though! Mordecai suppressed such abilities, but...damn!
By the time she realized she had froze up, Feyda's strange weapons were pointed on her, and just as Beatrid's shock began to wore off and she began to register that fact...
Someone slammed into her, making her grunt as her breath was knocked from her as she toppled to the ground, and at that same moment, she heard more rounds go off. And saw Kuro fly back, obviously injured...and obviously the one who had shoved her out of the weapon's range. He'd done it again...not that she minded, of course she didn't want to get shot! But damn...that was the second time he'd wounded himself over her! And he was, much as she hated to admit it, the most experienced between the Mordecai. Not that she'd ever repeat that thought out loud. It simply meant it was in their interest that he stay alive.
Rolling to her stomach, she found her crossbow, which had been knocked from her grip, and, aiming quickly, fired a bolt at the retreating figure of Latira, then quickly reloaded to fire again. Damnit!
This whole Mordecai thing just wasn't working for her too well...yet another damned mage was escaping!
Nightcandle
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(10/26/04 12:23 am)
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<- Rizzen
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When Feyda looked at him, Rizzen strafed toward the table as quickly as he could.
Bullets move faster than people. This became painfully clear when his right leg gave out, sending him to the ground in an ungraceful heap his sword clanging and sending up a few sparks. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes, breathing through his nose while he pushed himself up.
The pain dulled after a moment, a warmth pulsing in his thigh and washing over his other leg. Warmth... sh*t.
He opened his eyes to a steady flow of bright red blood gushing from his right thigh. Both of his shins were slick with the fluid and it was dripping into little puddles on the floor and the tail of his coat. Rizzen's throat constricted, his arms shaking a little. He pulled his coat open roughly, one button popping off from the stress, folded it and pressed it into his leg.
His hands were beginning to chill. Rizzen swallowed and pressed the coat harder around his leg.
Shikora
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(10/26/04 3:35 pm)
Reply whee...
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Latira knew where at least one of the shurikens went, right below her eye. She imediately recoiled, head coming away to the side, a loud snarl being let loose. Unknown to her, the other had embedded itself in her protective armor plating along her neck, doing absolutely no damage whatsoever. However, the one around her eye was a problem, she couldn't really see beyond it now. Blood ran down her face as the severed muscle started reacting to the foreign object not in it. Forelimbs unfolded, neck curving upward as she made to take off, and then, with a beat of those powerful wings, she was in the air. She circled, going back over the scene, and let out a fire-blast in that direction, but, with no magic protecting her throat, the coating that was there was burnt off quickly. The display of fire had ended abruptly with the dragon veritably choking, then hacking out a bunch of smoke. Of course, she had been aiming with one eye, and instead of hitting her target, it merely set the table aflame, and possibly scorched the ground beneath it. Still coughing, she decided that it was time to get away from these magic-stealers.
There was the sound of wings beating, an asthmatic dragon, and she was making her way out of the Village, and towards forest.
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(10/29/04 1:36 am)
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Feyda managed to regain herself as Latira began flight. She turned herself around to sit on her dragon companion's back properly. A crossbow bolt suddenly whizzes by Feyda's head, barely missing Latira's neck. Before Feyda could even move or even realize what the hell flew by her, the second crossbow bolt nails her square in the back. The demoness the slumps over and drapes over the dragon's neck. That didn't feel too good.
"Damn!" Kuro cursed out loud as he stood, holding the bullet wound on his left side with his right hand. His left arm remains limp as the shoulder has been wounded as well. That whole event didn't turn out too well.
"You okay?" Kuro asks, directing his vision towards Beatrid. His concern is showing again. Not natural for an ex-assassin.
Small Wonder
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(11/4/04 2:01 pm)
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I'm surrounded by idiots.
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Beatrid was so frustrated, it was an effort not to tear her braid out by the roots. Kura was asking her if she was okay!? She was the only one of the group that got away unscathed! Well, okay, so she got a few bruises and scrapes from being shoved to the ground. But that didn't exactly merit concern! He was shot up! Rizzen was shot up! How dense could he get!?
"Do I look it!? Yeah! I'm fine! You're not! Neither is he!" she snapped, rising to her feet hastily. But of the injured men, Kuro seemed the best off. He certainly didn't act wounded, anymore than someone who suffered a mosquito bite. Crazy man. Rizzen, on the other hand...he looked most in need of aid. At the rate he was losing blood, an artery could have been hit or something.
"Gimme your blade, Kuro," she ordered, and without waiting for him to comply, took his katana from him and used it to slice one of her pant legs off at the knee. Tossing the blade back to him, she went over to Rizzen. "Damn...here..." Taking a strip of cloth, she looped it around his leg and used it to tightly fasten the folded jacket to the wound. "Kuro. We gotta get you two to the infermery. And since you're acting fine and dandy, you can help me get him there. And fast."
Argh...this seemed like all she was ever doing since becoming a Mordecai. Being "rescued" and helping people hobble off to the infermery. So much fun.
Nightcandle
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(11/11/04 12:53 am)
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<- Rizzen
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Rizzen's hands seemed to be getting colder and colder as the minutes dragged on. The back of his neck and chest soon joining in.
He grit his teeth and pressed down harder on the jacket. If he could stop the damn bleeding everything would be fine. How much blood did one have to lose before dying? He couldn't remember and there was no way to measure how much he already lost.
A little circle of red appeared in the middle of the fold. Tiny, a speck. It didn't make him feel better though.
When Beatrid appeared next to him and began binding the jacket to his leg he lifted his hands. No reason to get in her way when she was trying to help him. Damn, his palms were red. Not too red, just sort of stained red. If his mouth didn't feel so dry he would have gulped.
He did anyway. It felt odd. He shook his head a little and reached for one of the fallen chairs. Rizzen didn't want to be dragged all the way to the infermary, he at least wanted to get to his feet on his own.
Shikora
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(11/11/04 4:50 pm)
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Latira heard the first crossbow go by, and then felt Feyda get a little more unsteady. That's not too good... She flew over some standing wood, then glimpsed a small, open field. It seemed to be an abandoned farm. Well, that was certainly handy.
She landed as smoothly as she could, steadied herself a bit, and folded her wings to her side. Then she looked back at Feyda, with the side that did not have a shuriken in it. Oh, hey, look, it's Feyda, with one (or was it two) shurikens in her, and an arrow sticking out of her back. Needless to say, she didn't look good.
"Feyda, you okay?"
Jester
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(11/12/04 2:09 am)
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Kuro didn't object when he was stripped of his blade. when Beatrid tossed it back, he caught it with the arm that he could actually move and quickly sheathed it. Then Beatrid noted that he and Rizzen needed to get to the infermery. He's not too sure about himself, but the Connlaothian guard didn't look too much in good shape. Kuro managed his way towards the downed guard as he stood on his own with help from a chair. Well, that's a start. Kuro moved to the left side of Rizzen and brought up his right arm to support the guard by the shoulders. Now to the palace, so far away.
Feyda didn't quickly respond to Latira. She lacked the energy to do so. She had a shiruken in her shoulder and another in her leg. The crossbow bolt was near her spine, but didn't hit anything vital. Feyda slowly brought up an arm to point at her dragon companion. She did so without lifting her head and began to mumble just loud enough for Latira to hear.
"Remind me never to let you run free in an anti-magic kingdom again." After her short say, Feyda fell limp and unconscious.
Small Wonder
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(11/16/04 1:55 pm)
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On the road agaaaain...
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Heaving a sigh at Kuro, seeing that he really didn't seem as sharp as he usually was, Beatrid fought the urge to tug on her braid by moving to Rizzen's right side and looping his right arm around her shoulders while looping her left arm around his waist. Stubbornness, it seemed, was a universal male thing; even Rizzen, who was bleeding like a stuck pig, was trying to stand on his own.
This was what she had to deal with being a lone female Mordecai. Hell, even among ordinary soldiers females were rare, weren't they? No wonder...
So...Kuro had only really been bluffing, somehow managing to conceal the damage he'd taken by acting like it didn't bother him? That was the conclusion Beatrid came to when she saw how gingerly Kuro moved once she called for his aid. Idiot. He should know better than to try and feign being alright when he didn't feel it!
Eh. What more could she expect from him, though?
And since he wasn't yet complaining, and looked like he was still trying to carry out that charade, she wouldn't complain as he helped.
Except... "Kuro, if you feel too weak, you can stop and I'll send someone for you," she said before she started walking, very carefully.
Eh. She wasn't entirely cold-hearted.
