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Post by Kagetsuki on Mar 31, 2008 12:07:52 GMT -5
(Alright, everyone is now...officially inside. I think. The slave ran inside, Rush followed, and Rage followed, so I do believe everyone is in the building now. Just letting you know. =) Also, I'm at school so my posts look weird...I'll fix it later.) In such a state of panic as the slave was, it took him quite a while to recognize that one, he was barreling straight for Roslin, and two, Rush was speaking to him--in English. He was like an old, mad dog, frothing at the mouth, eyes wide to some unknown purpose but sightless to anything else; and in fact, he did end up ramming into Roslin, knocking the poor girl right over and tripping to the ground himself before he'd realized what had happened. He just lay there for a long moment, breathing hard while the glassiness in his eyes faded to confusion, and then he sat up, his sight taking in Roslin and, with a turn of his head, Rush, and farther back Rage. "English," Was his first word, blurted and spoken with an unrecognizable accent. "You speak...English?" He gave them no chance to reply, for then he'd staggered upright and bent down to offer a filthy hand towards the poor girl he'd made fall. He was babbling as he did, apologies and more. "Sorry, I am sorry! I did not--I am--s-sorry! You must help me!" His hands had lifted into the air now, gesticulating wildly as he spoke, pointing off towards the way he'd come. "There is--the Catcher is coming! I must run! I must get away! Please--I cannot be caught, I will die!" He slapped his hands together. "Noise, the noise outside--Catcher is here, I...Please help!" (592 and my other character will be left alone for now. That girl wouldn't really have much of a response anyway. )
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Post by TrueBlue© on Mar 31, 2008 22:51:16 GMT -5
"English, Northern Imperial, Upper Deflagrian." Rush listed off, her own slitted eyes not losing their sharp focus. "We'll help. Who's the Catcher?"
Behind her, her navy-blotched comrade stepped out of a particularly black wall with a few wisps of smoke, smiled and waved silently at Rage.
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Post by taishou on Apr 3, 2008 3:20:49 GMT -5
Rage gave an odd look towards the man in the shadows. After a few seconds he gave a slow nod and a discreet smirk at the shadow man before turning back to the slave.
“Catcher, eh? This wouldn’t happen to be one of those SM things gone wrong, wouldn’t it?”
Still believing that this was merely a play of intimacy gone too far, he bent down and offered a hand towards Roslin as well.
“Are you hurt?”
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Post by zandyne on Apr 9, 2008 1:31:22 GMT -5
Roslin gave the new stranger a hard stare hidden behind a surprised look on her face. "I'm fine thank you," she replied as she kindly declined his help and slowly got off of the soaked ground, her many layers of clothing staving off the otherwise cold water.
"Thank you for the offer," she added politely after getting back on her feet. She looked around again to regain her bearings, where did that little girl go and who were these strange people?
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Post by Kagetsuki on Apr 23, 2008 1:50:53 GMT -5
(MSN isn't working... ;_; )
The poor slave's anxious and pleading eyes did not change as he listened to Rush and looked around at the others in the vicinity. He was wringing his hands now, the chains on him clunking together heavily with each nervous movement, but they could take comfort in the fact that at least he was not trying to bolt anymore. His reply to Rush's question even managed to be reasonably whole: "Th-thank you! The Catcher--well, he's who put these chains on me, and--responsible for coming after me when I tried to get away. I was...y-years, I can't even remember how long, and I just wanted out! Crazy, I know I must be to try and run, b-but I thought--and you've just agreed to help, and--a-and you all can fight right? You must be able to, of course." A short pause followed, but in this pause the man seemed to be thinking of what might happen to him if he were caught, for he then began to weep, sniveling, "Y-you musn't let him catch me, I don't want to die!"
"None of them ever do," A deep and gruff voice commented near Rage, slightly to the left and behind. Another person had, startlingly, joined the ranks of the group, a very large and muscular man who was leaning back against some broken pillars. Tanned and dressed in black suspenders and a rather tight--almost amusingly so--white shirt, his skin was glistening with sweat (sweat and not rain, they could see by his slight panting), from his shaved head to his bulky arms.
He did not look like a kind man.
One of his heavy black boots made a particularly threatening-sounding "thump" as he took a step forward away from the pillars. This was, presumably, the Catcher, judging by the piercing, hysterical scream of the slave at the sight of him. He didn't seem interested in Rush or Lucubro, Rage or Roslin, though--no, his dark eyes were set on the poor slave, who had already turned to try and bolt. From his side he drew what looked like a gun, raising it towards the screaming man. The group was going to have to act quick if they wanted to prevent the death the slave was so terrified of.
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 23, 2008 8:21:48 GMT -5
(What about the druggie and 592?)
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Post by TrueBlue© on Apr 23, 2008 10:49:12 GMT -5
(Kon Ton said they aren't doing anything, anyway.)
With a yellow burst, Rush reacted a little more than quickly, both forearms shifting down into twin silver-shining blades. She lunged for the Catcher with inhuman speed, left arm high, aiming to sever his gun hand entirely.
Her partner only watched from the side, a hand on his belt, eying the building's other occupants to gauge their reactions.
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Post by zandyne on May 1, 2008 21:50:10 GMT -5
Roslin was torn between helping the silent girl, helping the poor crazy man in chains and possibly inquiring the ‘Catcher’ as he was called if he was really as evil as he seemed at the moment. If he was, she was prepared to sacrifice her umbrella lantern in incapacitating him to protect the rather unfortunate screaming man- what was a mere lantern in the ways of greater good? But before she could open her mouth a glimmer of sliver caught her attention.
The attack launched by Rush very well smashed any hopes of getting somewhere with civilities.
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Post by taishou on May 8, 2008 3:28:34 GMT -5
He cocked an eyebrow at the scene that surrounded him, now convinced that the situation was somewhat more serious than originally perceived. He had little care for the scrawny man, and whatever morals that lighted inside him grew dark again. Priding himself on his own abilities as a fighter, Rage began to draw a poisoned dagger from his side. It was more of a show for those around him, rather than for the sake of the slave. He would wait to see how the fight went before deciding on actually using the dagger.
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Post by Kagetsuki on May 11, 2008 0:33:08 GMT -5
But if Rush thought she reacted quickly, the Catcher disproved her by reacting even more quickly. She had barely lunged forward, her arms flashing into blades, before he had sprung up and back with speed as inhuman as hers--or perhaps more so. Her strike hit air, and her ears were met with a gruff, wicked chuckle of amusement; in the next moment he was lunging right back at her, gun holstered and his hands both in positions so that the palm was facing upward and the fingers were all pressed tightly together. They looked uncomfortably like wide, strange daggers that way, and Rush could have sworn as he came at her that the air around them made a distinctly sharp sound.
The slave was still running, blind and deaf to what was going on around him now; in such a panic as he was, he barely noticed that someone was coming in the opposite direction of his running, and so once again barreled into someone, knocking both of them over. This time it wasn't Roslin, however; it was the young man from before, the little dull girl trailing right behind him and a new man at his side. As was expected, a very loud expletive was raised from the druggie, followed by the sound of a shove.
"What the fuck keeps going on here?! What is with today?!" The little paper bag was gone now, but judging by his mood he apparently had not taken his hit yet, or had not received his reward. Either way, the young man wasn't even aware of the fight going on until the other man accompanying him said, "Damein, look." He looked, then, at the whole picture and at the details: The man in chains who was already trying to get back up to run. The four extra people that had appeared since he'd left. The two blue-skinned people, one who had blades for arms, and the bald man who was engaged with her.
It was too much.
At a loss of any other words and anything else to do, the young man--Damein, his name was--just sat down, stating in shock, "Fuck."
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Post by Ninmast on May 11, 2008 0:51:04 GMT -5
The child was knocked to the ground and let out a sort of "Oomph" sound from the impact, but sat back up when Damien swore in shock. She just blinked at the scene from her sitting position, apparently mimicing the druggie's positioning. The stone around her neck glowed slightly, illuminating her face from underneath with a lime light.
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Post by TrueBlue© on May 11, 2008 15:19:26 GMT -5
Ah. She could play that game.
It was a near miss, the alien's wide yellow eyes catching the Catcher's movement in slow motion. Jumping back, lunging forward, palms facing up.
A three-step victory plan that probably wouldn't work flashed through her head, she still moving forward. She threw her weight back suddenly, changing her position entirely as she aimed a sideways kick under his guard. It would have been a normal kick, except a long, edged silver spike shot out of the heel of her boot.
Lucubro saw it all at a normal speed. He saw the Catcher's hardly visible dodge back and lunge, Rush's kick, and to the side the poor slave had gone and slammed into someone else. At his own side, the belt in the witch's hand turned scaly as his attention went back to the fight.
(Edit: Edited!)
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Post by Kagetsuki on Jun 16, 2008 21:57:04 GMT -5
(Ignoring everyone else to have a bit of a fight scene with True for a second...)
Once more, the Catcher demonstrated speed rivaling, perhaps surpassing, Rush's own. As the alien woman threw her side-kick, his dark eyes tracked her, catching her from the very beginning of the movement as he himself adjusted his position. He leaned back from his lunge rapidly, not quick enough to dodge, but quick enough to reduce what would have been a stab into a semi-normal graze-kick. Raising one of his arms above his head, the palm still facing upward and fingers all pressed together, he lashed out with his other arm at Rush's outstretched leg, grabbing at the ankle and tugging her forward, hard. As quickly as he'd done so, the arm above his head rushed down like a guillotine blade, aiming a strike at her front.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jun 16, 2008 23:25:00 GMT -5
The movement was faster than it should have been, and put Rush in a bad position. The blow struck all the way across her chest, opening a wide gash in her skin.
While the Catcher's arm was down, her hand shot up, the fingers shifting into thin, silvery knives that she tried to anchor into the flesh of his arm. Failing or succeeding, she clawed out with her other hand for his face.
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Post by Kagetsuki on Jun 20, 2008 1:44:23 GMT -5
The first blow struck home, Rush's knife-fingers sinking into the flesh of the Catcher's arm--tough flesh, she noticed, not very easily cut through--and eliciting a sharp grunt of pain from him. The second blow caught his cheek as he jerked his head to the side, causing yet another grunt. He pulled back, then, letting go of the alien's leg in the process, but he didn't make a move as though to escape; instead, still with her fingers lodged in one arm, he simply ducked his head and charged forward towards her stomach like a bull, the speed of the attack leaving no doubt now that he was not human. No human could gain that much momentum that quickly. If he hit her and kept charging, he might very well flip her over.
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