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| Topic Started: Tue Oct 4, 2011 12:53 am (768 Views) | |
| Shan Orison | Fri Dec 2, 2011 10:51 pm Post #61 |
 
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Shan debated leaping down after Dali and his mad dash to the barricade. Perhaps Dali didn't know that people couldn't hurt you with the Kitty Hood on, or maybe he did but didn't realize that a room full of people moving about and not paying attention to their steps could still step on you without meaning to. He sighed when Dali did reach the other side of the room safely. He wasn't certain how difficult Mary would be as an opponent, but he was certain Emily could figure something out- Something happened. Shan wasn't sure what. One moment he was watching the standoff between Emily and the guards. The next, Emily was placing a bloody hand on the box, and all the guards were dead, Mary especially so. "Now what can I do with this thing?" he heard Emily muse. "Mew!" Shan cried in the brain piercing tone all kittens had. He leapt up on her hand, trying to ignore the slickness of it. He looked up at her, his bright green eyes big and imploring. He knew it worked well on him from eating chicken around kittens at home. He might as well try it here. "Mroooowww," he said, trying to say "Let's just destroy this thing, grab Dali, and get out of here, please." He doubted it would translate well. |
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| Dali | Sun Dec 4, 2011 6:35 pm Post #62 |
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Dali reached the first barracade and was halfway over when he realized Shan had not followed. He glanced back to find Mercy in pieces all over the floor, all of the guards dead, and Emily covered in blood. He gave a mental sigh and climbed down off of the pile of junk. "Let's just destroy this thing, grab Dali, and get out of here, please." Shan was saying to the little zombie girl. Dali wondered distantly if Emily could understand the bard. He felt very tired all of a sudden. And his skin was itching all over. He absentmindly scratched behind one ear with his back leg. "Hey, Shan, how do we stop being kittens?" he asked. "And at some point or another that vampire is going to come back. What are we going to do about him? Or are we just going to run away? I could get behind that." He jumped up on the overturned box and looked at the open lock. "Oops," he thought, sniffing it. "That was easier than I thought it would be." |
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| Kemi | Mon Dec 12, 2011 2:28 am Post #63 |
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Evals looked down at the kitten that had jumped into her arms. Holding Shan carefully as he started making cat noises at her. She grabbed one of his paws with two of her fingers and played with it casually. "You know I have no clue what you're saying but if I had to guess it'd involve something about less people dying." She said before turning her attention to Dali. Her hand running over his head before it went to rest on the box. It was probably best to get it out of her and examine it in a more comfortable environment. Only moments later did something unexpected happen. The girl wasn't paying attention to everything that was moving in the room. Now she could feel the vibrations in the floor, someone was standing behind her. An arm was wrapped around her neck, like a snake would. The arm felt boneless and from the force of it, it was stretching quite the distance. For those looking behind Evals, they would see Mercy. While covered in blood, her injuries were stitching themselves together at an unnaturally rapid pace. She spat blood on the floor. "Killing me doesn't work." She said before the odd arm wrapped around the zombie's neck tightened and pulled in an unnatural position. Evals' neck was snapped and next she was raised off of the floor and thrown to the side of the room. Evals herself didn't feel a thing, yet Shan was still in her arms when she was thrown. She covered the kitten's form with her arms as best as she could as she crashed into a piled of crates. She assumed it was time to play dead for a little while. |
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| Shan Orison | Wed Dec 14, 2011 11:40 pm Post #64 |
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Shan curled into the tightest ball of fur he could manage as Emily toppled and fell, crashing against a pile of crates. Emily's neck was bent at an horrible angle, but her metal hands still curled around his small form, holding him close. She didn't move. She has to be alright though, right? his optimism said in worry. I mean, she lost her entire head once. A broken neck...I mean, her head is still attached. She'll get up soon and... Yeah, she's not moving, his pessimism said. And she needed a cleric to heal that head thing, remember? It's possible she needs major outside assistance when she's hurt like this. And we can't provide it. Mercy rolled Emily over and began to stab viciously, twisting her knife to make her wounds as large as possible. "Damn. Zombies" she muttered as she worked, Shan cowering in Emily's embrace. After slicing open the back of Emily's arms and deep into her throat, Mercy seemed satisfied enough to stab the undead girl once more in the heart and leave the blade there. "This is getting annoying," Mercy said again to herself. She grabbed Shan's bag before standing. She stuffed the puzzlebox inside, looked around, and grabbed a scurrying Dali and dropped him inside too. She slung the bag over one shoulder, grabbed an oil lamp, and broke it over the wooden crates. "Fire'll cure ya, zombie girl," She said, walking up a set of darkened stairs as the oil splattered wood caught on fire and spread. This is very, very, very bad, his paranoia shook. We're a kitten! We're going to burn to death! We need to wake up Emily somehow... his second thoughts said. Wait, use Heal! That'll hurt her, but it's all we have to wake her up. Shan crawled free of Emily's grasp, placed his paws on her cheek, focused...and nothing happened. What the...why? his second thoughts said. We're still wearing the Tiger cap, his arcane knowledge said. No spells can be cast with it on. Can we still turn into a tiger? his curiosity asked. What? Why would you ask that? Well, the tiger cap really just lets us know how to shift our morphic field to "tiger," right? And the Kitty Hood sets our default morphic field to "kitten." So...maybe the switch is still there? Worth a try. Shan focused, concentrating, searching for that gifted morsel of knowledge as the fire began to spread. Shockingly, he found it. It was buried and rusted, but if he just focused... He leapt off Emily just in time to avoid crushing her ribcage with three hundred pounds of tiger. Time to get out of here... his common sense said as smoke began to fill the room. With gentleness one would expect from jaws that had so easily torn a man's neck open, Shan closed his mouth around once of Emily's legs and began to drag her to the stairs. She might be alive, or the undead equivalent, but it would take time for her injuries to heal, time they didn't have. Wincing as her head bounced on every step, Shan the weretiger made his slow way back to the outside. |
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| Dali | Thu Dec 15, 2011 4:34 am Post #65 |
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Dali didn't think it was possible to get any smaller than a kitten, but somehow he did. As he was dropped in Shan's bag, the world expanded...and then everything was back to normal size. It was disorienting, to say the least. Dali was sure everything had been smaller, but now everything was...not. The bag was jostled and flung around. He was smushed by something water filled. He was knocked sideways and tripped over some taunt strings that made a dissonant clung. He landed on his side on a smooth piece of wood and slid down it into a pile of fabric, where he was promptly poked in the nose with a feather. He sneezed and a book fell on him. "Oh, this is a magic bag. Of course, Shan has a magic bag. He's a bard. It makes perfect sense." Dali thought, "So why doesn't knowing this make me feel any smarter?" |
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| Kemi | Sun Dec 18, 2011 1:57 pm Post #66 |
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Evals was almost shocked at the amount of hostility presented towards her. Fire on top of it all, that could be a problem if the aggressor didn't leave. It just seemed kind of a waste to stop playing dead after taking all of those wounds. Soon enough the woman left, taking the other kitten and the box with her. Oh how unfortunate, only if Evals cared at this point. Suddenly a tiger took the place of Shan and was dragging her along away from the fire. Once they rested the stairs and he was dragging her up it in what would probably be uncomforting for someone that could feel the entire endeavor to survive. She took the violin case off of her back and held it up to try and get Shan's attention. "If you don't let me walk for myself I will throw this." She threatened with no ill intent. Her body had already started to heal itself and soon enough even a popping noise could be her from her neck as it was forced back into it's proper position. The knife was still in her chest, cool. Free knife. |
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| Shan Orison | Sun Dec 18, 2011 5:24 pm Post #67 |
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"If you don't let me walk for myself I will throw this." Shan resisted the instinct to jerk his head up, since his jaws still held her leg. There was a crackling pop as Emily's neck realigned. She held his violin case up, holding it hostage. Simultaneously glad she was well and annoyed that she was faking being passed out, he released her and shifted back to kitten. "You're fine? Why didn't you bring that up earlier?! I thought you were really hurt!" is what he would have said if his vocal chords were closer to a humans. It came out as an adorable growl instead. He waited for Emily to regain mobility enough to climb the stairs and leapt up them one at a time. They reached the outside, where the rain still poured, containing the housefire Mercy had started to the one building. Even though it was a desperate move, Shan began to sniff about. His kitten nose caught nothing, but a shift to tiger form allowed him to catch the scent of Mercy, one of dried blood and some sort of flowery soap. He started to follow it, then glanced back to ensure Emily was following. They needed to find Dali again, it seemed, and his bag. Everything he owned was in that bag, and he was ready to scour the city just to find it. |
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| Dali | Sun Dec 18, 2011 8:04 pm Post #68 |
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Mercy carried Dali...okay - he had no idea. It was a kitten in a sack, for heaven's sake. He didn't know the difference between jarring going downstairs and jarring going around a corner. He wasn't really paying attention anyway. Then the pack was brutally emptied onto a sandy floor. Dali fell out and the landing changed him back to human, the kitty hat was still firmly stuck on his head. Everything else fell on him, including the box, which really, really hurt. As he was lying on the floor clutching his abdomen in pain, he heard Mercy's voice say, "And I want triple pay for this." "Of course," the Boss said, "Go get yourself healed up, Mercy. Bill me." She grunted and limped out. Dali didn't see her go, but he saw the bloody footprints she left behind. The Boss looked down on him and smiled, "Good to see you back to your old self." Then reached down, grabbed Dali by the neck of his shirt, dragged him upright, and threw him at the box. His shins hit it hard and he fell over it. The Boss came up behind him and slammed the roll of tools down next his head. "Now get to work," he snarled. Dali pulled himself up and looked around. He was in another underground chamber, this one lit by candles. There were no doors or entrances that he could see. Water dripped in the distance, and he thought he smelled sewage. The only other person there was the Boss, who was glowering at him. Dali cleared some of the stuff away from the box, righted it, and unrolled the tools. Then he looked at the second lock. He'd only ever built a magical lock once and it hadn't come out very well. There were several kinds and his had been like this - a magical circle inlaid on the side of a box. The key was to pass over the pattern with a rod of corresponding material to the inlay, in a pattern that was the exact opposite of the way the spell had been cast initially. Many of these locks were fairly simple, they had to be opened, after all. This one clearly never had to be opened, because it was the most complex design he'd ever seen. And he dared not make mistakes. Mistakes could cause a trap to spring, the whole lock to melt, or any number of other unpleasant things. He tried to remember the plans. This bit had been pretty brief, but knew the basic build already. Each material had to be inlaid in the pattern of its alchemical symbol for the magic to work. Overlaying the symbols allowed you to mix the materials. He recalled at least ten symbols in the design. He closed his eyes. All he had to do was separate them and then remember what the symbols all meant. Alchemy had never been his best subject. He cleared some more stuff away and smoothed out the sand on the floor. It should be deep enough for him to draw in. He started by copying the lock and went from there. |
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| Kemi | Sat Jan 7, 2012 10:24 pm Post #69 |
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"Don't get snippy with me." She responded and pulled herself up using a railing on the side of the stairs. Not a clue what Shan was saying, this kitten thing was beginning to be quite inconvenient. All of the cuts and slashes in her body closed shut as she walked up the stairs. Putting the violin case's strap over her shoulders again, she watched Shan as he tried to hunt down Mercy. Once he shifted back into a tiger, he started off in a direction. Following after him, Evals rubbed her head as if would do anything. A slight headache for this entire night was starting to form. "So let me get this straight. You want to hunt down this woman because she has the box, Dali and your bag. She has every reason to kill both of us so we're probably going to have to fight her. On top of that she can bring herself back to life or something along those lines. Also she has like a five minute lead on us. Lets not forgot I doubt I can cast many more spells at this rate. You're also a tiger kitty thing and you can't talk back to me and I kind of feel like I'm talking to myself right now. Are you listening?" Evals ranted in a whiny voice as they moved through Taras in the pouring rain. She was soaked by water and blood by now and this scene probably wouldn't look very good if someone saw a small child chasing a tiger while covered in blood and looks like they've been freezing in the rain night. |
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| Shan Orison | Sun Jan 8, 2012 4:54 pm Post #70 |
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Shan ran through the rain, half listening to Emily vent. If he were human, he might plead with her for her help, or point out that, if she doesn't want to help him, no one was forcing her to follow. As a tiger, however, those options were closed to him, and that was rather nice. The pressure of replying was gone with his human vocal chords, and he could simply focus on the fading scent on the ground. Every drop of rain, every gust of wind, the simple passage of time all made the smell harder and harder to track. Possibly the only reason you can still scent her out was Mercy is still bleeding, his second thoughts said. Things were proceeding smoothly, though, up until the point where the smell diverged into two paths: one fresher, old older. Shan stopped, snuffling the ground, circling the area. So, she backtracked and went somewhere else, recrossing her path, his logic said. Which one should we follow? Probably dumped Dali in a well, his pessimism said. The kitten hat doesn't let things deliberately harm you, his Arcane Knowledge pointed out. Which one should we follow? asked curiosity, for once offering a pertinent question. Well, the old one is where Mercy was, and perhaps she dumped Dali off there, his logic puzzled out. But the new one is where she actually is, and perhaps she just stopped off somewhere, a rest point, and still has Dali. If only we had a way to tell.... Hey, his common sense said. Sniff for your bag. What? It's simple, Logic. Dali is in our bag. We know what we smell like, and we definitely know what that bag smells like as a human. As long as she didn't keep the bag on her... Shan sniffed again. It was faint, since the bag had been swung in the air and not dragged on the ground, but it was such a familiar scent he was easily able to grasp it. The smell of his bag was on the old trail but not the new. Found it! his optimism clapped. Let's go save Dali! Oh, and our bag and possibly prevent world doom. Shan moved again, a fresh spring in his stride. He had to hurry, before the trail ran cold. |
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| Dali | Mon Jan 9, 2012 1:52 am Post #71 |
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At the end of ten minutes Dali had twelve symbols on the floor, three of which he remembered from the plans, four he was positive were in the design, three which he was fairly certain of, and two which were 50/50 guesses. He remembered the names of about half of these and was just untangling the others from the pattern like untangling a piece of string - they looked like symbols, but he had no idea if they were or not. "I'd work faster, if I were you," the Boss snarled in his ear. Dali nearly jumped out of his skin. "Right, I'm working - I'm working," Dali said, swallowing nervously. The locksmithing tools had included an assortment of wands, each marked with the appropriate academical symbol. The best ones usually did. He started taking them an setting them aside as he went - gold, copper, tin, and lead all came out, but he left the glass wand full of quicksilver and the silver one where they were. Pretty soon he was able to match all of the wands to symbols by making a couple of modification to his designs - editing and combining a few symbols until he got down to just ten. "I need to melt these d-d-down into one," he said to the Boss, holding up the wands. "Follow me," the vampire said curtly and walked to the far side of the room. For a moment it looked like he disappeared into solid rock. Dali stopped and crept forward, hand outstretched until he got to where the wall should have been and...wasn't. There was a short hallway there instead. An optical illusion aided by the pattern of the rocks and the dim light of the candles - that's all it was. Down at the far end of the hall was a right angle turn and the glow of a forge. He followed it. Around the corner was a tiny forge - good for making jewelry or keys, but not big enough for anything else. The Boss was already pumping the bellows to heat the forge further - apprentice's work, if that. "Stop staring at get to work," he snapped. "Yes, s-s-sir," Dali replied. And, thirty minutes after he'd started drawing symbols on the floor, Dali was carefully finishing the last circle of the symbol that was the second lock. He was shaking and sweating from the intense concentration that it required. He ended the circle and slowly lifted the wand away. The design glowed brightly for a moment, then faded. Dali let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Two locks down, two to go. At least the next one was just an ordinary lock - if a masterwork. There were ways around that though. Easy ways, now that he had a forge. |
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| Shan Orison | Sun Jan 15, 2012 5:09 pm Post #72 |
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Shan wondered if, perhaps, they took a wrong turn somewhere. His tiger nose led him through low traffic alleys back toward the beach to a building located on the sands by the Boardwalk. Even at this late hour, he could hear the sounds of laughter and music emanating from the open front doors. It was some sort of bar, but why would Mercy come here? At least she hadn't gone into the front. Instead, the nearly dead scent trail lead to a back door, the sounds from the bar muffled slightly after rounding the corner. Shan sniffed the handle, still dry from the roof. Mercy's hand had definitely been here, along with a hint of his bag. Shan went to open the door, until he realized that, perhaps, he should let the person with opposable thumbs do this. He shifted back to kitten form and scratched on the door, hoping Emily would understand his intentions. |
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