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by Torsiedelle » Mon Oct 07, 2013 9:14 pm
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Mon Oct 07, 2013 9:40 pm
Erucia wrote:Falling to the floor of the tank, Ray's senses were all struck by the...Well, just the hideousness of it all. He felt groggy and weighed down, and the overwhelming stench and crap in his lungs was now starting to absolutely toy with him. He laid on all-fours and began to cough his guts out, trying to cope with whatever the hell was in his lungs and as a gag reflex to the repulsive awakening. And after a little bit, he began to vomit due to the force of the coughing.
Ray was too busy trying to get the undesirable out of his system to really respond or pay much mind to the others around him. Even being naked in front of others wasn't really much concern to him at the moment, considering he felt absolutely miserable.
by Tiltjuice » Mon Oct 07, 2013 9:51 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:Dimitrus was about to give a detailed answer to Octavian, and maybe try to help Drova, before being so rudely abducted by an unknown character. This sent her into an angry panic, and she attempted to punch her assailant in he head as hard as she could. Should she fail to get free, there were other measures put in place for her.
by Erucia » Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:03 pm
The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"Success!" Neil declared in victory as the Grim Reaper flipped them off from the unseen corner of the lab. Although this was due because they still owed him money from the last poker game.
"Don't panic, that is the feeling of the world and existence that everyone ignores, much like how everyone ignores air and air pressure, until it is too late." Gretta explained.
The vomit disappeared into the carpet, cleansed away to keep the place sanitary, despite the foul odor of decay. The Slab of meat that was Ray's former self and a race horse still sat on a metal counter with probes penetrating the mass.
"Peace, like war, must be waged."
- George Clooney, 60'th Anniversary of UN PeacekeepingI wear teal, blue pink & red for Swith.
by Torsiedelle » Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:03 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:Torsiedelle wrote:Dimitrus was about to give a detailed answer to Octavian, and maybe try to help Drova, before being so rudely abducted by an unknown character. This sent her into an angry panic, and she attempted to punch her assailant in he head as hard as she could. Should she fail to get free, there were other measures put in place for her.
The man rotated her in a half-circle, in a single, deft, dizzying motion, so that her hand didn't connect. From her new position facing him upside down, if she craned her neck a bit, Dimitrus would be able to see a stylized rattlesnake biting its own tail on the man's chestplate.
"Don't do that, flower. You know darn well what our armor is capable of. And, really, is that any way to welcome me back?"
by Tiltjuice » Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:11 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:"Who the hell are you!?", Dimitrus growled, recognizing the emblem. "And why are you doing this?"
She threw another punch.
by Torsiedelle » Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:17 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:Torsiedelle wrote:"Who the hell are you!?", Dimitrus growled, recognizing the emblem. "And why are you doing this?"
She threw another punch.
The man stepped hurriedly back to spare Dimitrus' hand, as the voice registered as not belonging to Chrys. He squinted down at her.
"Sorry. From behind, you look just like my mate," Dia replied stolidly. He turned her right-side-up and set her on her feet. "Have you seen her around?"
by Tiltjuice » Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:23 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:"Oh...."
Dimitrus was still a tad angry, and backed away a little.
"I don't personally know anybody named Chrys...you're looking for her? "
by Swith Witherward » Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:28 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"This . . . This isn't happening." The Prince gagged, thinking of his sister at the very moment, who was off in the forest, gathering various plants to add to her journals, alongside such weird creatures, such as the changeling that had moved in recently, and a few others...
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by Swith Witherward » Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:32 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:Swith Witherward wrote:Speaking of Hans.
"Poetic license?" Hans scratched behind his ear. His mind was dwelling on all the ways darts could be altered. Most of them revolved around the usual insanity. Rubber darts. Darts that vanished the moment they were thrown. Darts that rebounded on the thrower and stuck him in the ass. Darts that made rude sounds as air passing along their flights. Darts that exploded upon impact. Darts that couldn't be let go of once they were plucked from the cork.
"Let's kidnap them, leave a ransom note and send him on a wild goose chase."
Her laughter echoed, sending a pair of sparrows flying out of a tree.
"Deal."
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and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Tiltjuice » Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:44 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:He tilted his head, bemused by her laughter.
"Alright, but first, we find that pest Yuri, and to do that, we... I have no idea. We walk around and look for her? Ja. I imagine she's at Chaos having a drink."
His grin intensified. "No, I suppose she's just like Yoshi. Allergic to alcohol. We should have a drink in her stead."
The cultist offered his arm to Chrys.
by Swith Witherward » Tue Oct 08, 2013 12:45 am
Tiltjuice wrote:The shorter blonde took Hans' arm. Outside of battle, she really looked like nothing special, and they seemed to be just another couple strolling along.
"I'm always game for a drink," she chimed, smiling lightly. "Lead on, then, sir! Let's drink, and then find this Yuri."
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and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
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by Cerillium » Tue Oct 08, 2013 3:52 am
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by The BranRiech » Tue Oct 08, 2013 4:51 am
by Urran » Tue Oct 08, 2013 7:09 am
Giovenith wrote:"With- Oc- wha- who- how-" Giovenith steadily began to rise in panic as she took in the blood, the bruising, and everything else that began to come into focus the more she looked at Yoshi. "Oh jeeze, you're really torn up! Um, um, I think I have first aid, but this isn't really first aid, um..."
The child began to walk/twirl around in confused, panicked little circles for a while whilst contemplating what to do. From her medical knowledge, Giovenith knew her basic kit kept on her person wouldn't be enough for this, she didn't think Yoshi could stand to walk on anymore, and she was too physically weak to carry him along at a fast enough rate. Sweet baby muffin toes! Godling or not, she was a teeny child, one among countless other fully-mature, more capable individuals in and out of her kind, did he not realize that?
"Okay! Okay! Wait! I can do something!" she finally stopped spinning, locking her legs down more seriously. "I'm pretty sure! Yeah! It'll work! Totally!" Always the last resort for emergency problems such as these, Giovenith sucked in as much air as her abdomen could handle, held it, and then steadily blew out a stream of shimmering indigo smoke into her hands. "Alright, alright! Just tell me where you're hurt most, quickly please!" Vertigo was already kicking in from the ability.
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Giovenith » Tue Oct 08, 2013 10:13 am
Urran wrote:Yoshi was confused to say the least, maybe it was the massive blood loss or the intense pain but he didn't think Gio knew how to heal him properly. He had called on her so she could run and get help from someone, another god, a Conservator, anybody. He didn't want to disturb Swith or Gio's mother because were probably too busy to deal with him. He REALLY needed to put himself first in situations like this but it was not in his nature to do so. He needed to sit down, his legs were now too weak to carry him. He was a complete wreak. Battered, bruised, bloody. REALLY bloody. He grabbed his left leg and winced. There was a clear hole where Octavian had bitten out a chunk of flesh. 'I-i-it's m-my leg" he managed to squeak out.
by Urran » Tue Oct 08, 2013 10:55 am
Giovenith wrote:
Giovenith immediately fell on her knees and began to push the mist onto the wound, having it harden around Yoshi's leg and slow the bleeding. "That won't hold you together forever, but it will long enough so that we can find some other help, okay? Just try to calm down, slow your breathing. We'll make it through this."
How was she going to carry him? Small side or not, Yoshi was still an adult male in bad condition. Dragging was out of the question, taking too much time and energy. But then, the girl was struck with an idea. Giovenith quickly dug into her pocket and held it open, releasing a large swarm of flying paper birds.
"Not Cloud Nine, but it will do," said Giovenith, dragging Yoshi onto the cloud of paper wings. By themselves, the birds were weak, but together, they made an efficient flying gurney.
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Torsiedelle » Tue Oct 08, 2013 11:38 am
Tiltjuice wrote:Torsiedelle wrote:"Oh...."
Dimitrus was still a tad angry, and backed away a little.
"I don't personally know anybody named Chrys...you're looking for her? "
"How do you know her name?" Grating noises resounded as Dia folded his armor-wrapped arms and scowled down at Dimitrus, from a height advantage of just about two feet. "I may be absentminded, but not that absentminded. I'm fairly sure we've never been introduced."
He took a closer look at her uniform, to see if there were any identifying marks that would give him a clue about who she was. The wrong answer would have her flying through the air again, but much less gently.
by Giovenith » Tue Oct 08, 2013 1:09 pm
Urran wrote:Yoshi grunted in pain as Gio helped him onto the flying stretcher. He slowed his heart rate down yet again and took a few deep breaths. It hurt so bad. He kept repeating a phrase that he had learned in the military about situations like this. "D-don't go to sleep, fall to sleep and it's over." After repeating that about three times he had calmed himself down sufficiently. "Th-thank you Gio" he said painfully. "I'm in your debt...again. I knew you couldn't heal me, but I didn't know what else to do. I-I needed you to go and get help and you came, accident or not. I'm scared Gio." he admitted. He wasn't afraid to admit that, there was no shame in it.
by Urran » Tue Oct 08, 2013 1:13 pm
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Giovenith » Tue Oct 08, 2013 1:25 pm
Urran wrote:Yoshi had to give Gio one thing, she was a determined little girl. He wondered where she got these birds from. They were so cute and apparently they could hold 112 pounds.He fifured that talking would calm him and help keep him awake. "Gio...I know that I can get on your nerves, thanks for being my friend." he said somewhat painfully. his leg still felt like someone had put it through a wood chipper but he was trying not to think about it.
by Urran » Tue Oct 08, 2013 1:35 pm
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Giovenith » Tue Oct 08, 2013 1:39 pm
Urran wrote:He took another deep breath. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm just nervous. Talking will help me I keep calm I think" he cringed again and held his leg with his hands. "I-I can't believe he took a bite out of my leg!" He hoped the blood wouldn't cause the paper cranes to fall apart
by Urran » Tue Oct 08, 2013 1:43 pm
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Giovenith » Tue Oct 08, 2013 1:57 pm
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