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Post by Scipio Varick on Oct 21, 2010 20:38:10 GMT -5
Smiling, Scipio obeyed, inwardly elated. He had, somehow, miraculously, seized control of the situation.
His fingers, calloused from war as they were, were gentle against her smooth skin; as one slid past her belt line, the other pressed against her rear, grinding him against her. His heart was sprinting in his chest- quickly, he seized the blouse and drew it over her head, letting it fall onto the bed.
"Wow," he whispered, taking a moment to appreciate the sight before smiling back at her, keeping his cerulean eyes locked on hers. He began, very slowly, to put pressure, forcing her to back up against the bed.
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Post by Tadala Dynas on Oct 21, 2010 20:46:57 GMT -5
Tadala moved back, her bare feet tapping softly on the floor. Her heart was pounding in her chest. "Scipio, I..."
Just then her legs connected with the bed and she sat down with a small bounce. She looked around for a moment, surprised. Then smiled up at Scipio.
(sorry it's short)
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Post by Scipio Varick on Oct 21, 2010 21:20:42 GMT -5
He took her smile to be encouragement. "Shh," he cooed; cupping her head in his hand, he brought his lips to hers. As he did so he leaned forward, forcing her to lie back on the bed, so that his hips pinned her down to the bed.
Breaking the kiss, he glanced up to where the gas lamp still flickered. Shifting, he moved to put it out.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Oct 21, 2010 21:32:28 GMT -5
In the room next door, Travis was interrogating Ivan. The restricted criminal struggled against the binding rope, but his attempts were futile as pain shot through his arm and leg. All he could do was shout and curse.
"GODDAMN IT, LET ME GO, YOU FUCKING TWA-UT!" screamed the murderer.
Travis wished he put a gag in his mouth. Not only was his whining creating a scene, but it was quite annoying. Yet, he felt needed to know more information from him. The bounty hunter wasn't a professional interrogator; he merely catches or kills the bounty, no questions ask. Only so rarely did the ranger needed to question the felon, that he didn't care for the motivate. Travis grabbed Ivan's throat and strangled him till his screams were a squeal. The ranger kept his iron grip on his neck till he came close to passing out.
"I would advise you keep to your indoor voice," threaten the ranger in low voice before releasing his grip. As Ivan was regaining his breath, Travis continued with his questions. "Now, you said the world is going to end, could you please elaborate on that?"
Ivan, breathing heavily and coughing, replied, "The followers of Anubis and Bast will engage in war. The curse shall spread across the countryside. Mankind will either submit or parish. All because I started the chain of events" Blood spat out as he gave another cough. The killer's skin was turning even more grayish, sweat was pouring down his body, and the color of his veins turned charred black. The bounty hunter was getting concerned about the captive's condition, but before Travis could ask, Ivan went on. "You see, I was hired by a special associate to spark the fuse. In return, he gave me unbelievable power. You should of killed me and collected your reward, Ranger. But, now I'm going have to add you to the body count."
Ivan's eye turned copper and his body started to enlarge, snapping the restraining ropes and ripping the clothes he on. His teeth turned to canines; the hair on his head flowed to his shoulders; his muscles grew and became defined. The eight foot monster screamed in fury as it over towered Travis.
Having no time to react, Travis drew his sword and stabbed the creature in the stomach. Yet, the attack did nothing but provoke it as it punched the ranger into the wall. Despite getting hit like a rag-doll, Travis got up and prepared to fight the beast. However, the monster charged the bounty hunter, breaking through the wall, and interrupting a lovely night's company.
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Post by Tadala Dynas on Oct 21, 2010 21:49:45 GMT -5
Tadala pushed at Scipio, her eyes following the creature as she pulled the shirt from under her body. What the crap was that?! But it didn't smell human, the scent made her nose her. She saw a man pick himself up ((If that's okay)) and turned back to the beast. What in the world was happening?
It didn't matter though, she smelled danger and her fighting side reared up, covering up the warm heat in her body. Scipio laid over her and she was horrified, what was she about to do?
Wanting to slap herself silly Tadala moved out from under Scipio to pull the shirt on. At least she would be decent if she had to fight. Her fangs and nails lengthened with the reaction, the Werecat inside her pushing forward.
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Post by Scipio Varick on Oct 21, 2010 22:24:07 GMT -5
When the wall behind him and Tadala came unceremoniously crashing down, Scipio's first thought was that he had been drugged. His second, close on the heels of the first, was equally as unhelpful; he was a man with little money on his person. Who in the hell would want to drug him?
As the beautiful Werecat he had been seconds from having squirmed out from beneath him, however, the world seemed to clarify beautifully- karma, that bitch, had come to settle her score with him, and she had used the most inconvenient, unexpected means necessary. As the ex soldier stood to size up his enemy, he found it hairy, huge, and completely unrecognizable.
Touche, karma.
Doing the most instinctual (and stupid, really; you'd be surprised how many men die in noble, half-wit frenzies) thing, Scipio pulled Tadala from the bed and pushed her behind him, making reaching for his sword a secondary action. From the dust of the imploded wall rose the silhouette of another man.
"Alright, there?" he called, eyes flickering continually back to the monster. He rather hoped this stranger was- he didn't have the slightest idea as to how to even begin fighting this thing.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Oct 22, 2010 0:35:10 GMT -5
"Alright, there?"
A voice echoed in Travis's head. He was in unbearable pain, never before in his life was he punched into wall then tackled through that same wall into the neighboring room. His head felt heavy; his vision was vague. From what he saw, the monster was now glaring at the two occupants of the room who looked quite familiar to the ranger: a man with a sword who he saw outside the room just a couple of minutes ago and a half-naked woman who was attacked in the bar during that bar fight. True lovers or just having an one night stand, the ranger knew he just ruin the moment and have threaten their lives.
Regaining most of his conscience, he replied to the man's concern, "Umm...well, I was tackled through a wall, so I guess I'm feeling good." But by making such a sarcastic response, the monster chucked a piece of debris at the ranger. Luckily, Travis was swift enough to dodge the improvised projectile and made a dash to get close to the beast. The bounty hunter made his way to drive his blade in the monster's heart, but the monster grabbed Travis's arm and dangled him in front of his face.
"You may want to do something," Travis suggested to the two bystanders as he saw a fist balling up in the other arm.
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Post by Tadala Dynas on Oct 22, 2010 0:55:20 GMT -5
(I hope this is okay. But I'm going to try and play Tadala as her personality in her profile says. Again, I'm sorry.)
Tadala growled as her ears and tail pulled from her body, her eyes growing lighter, the pupil thinning to a slight and then popping out like a black hole to gather what light was in the room. Her fingernails, always painted a light pearl color looked like claws as did her toenails. Her fangs weren't long but long enough to make her look more like the cat she was.
Her Tyrs abilities invaded her mind as she watched the creature's movements. It moved like a cat but not, more like a Vampire, or a strange mixture of both. What was this beast? Again she caught a whiff of its stench and the pain that rocketed through her brain made her wince. It needed a bath with a wire brush.
She slipped around Scipio, her movements fluid and agile. "Let the man go, beast."
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Post by Scipio Varick on Oct 25, 2010 15:03:05 GMT -5
Tadala had shifted; although unsure what it was she had done, Scipio hadn't the time to worry himself with that. His focus was on the monstrous creature silhouetted in the hall.
The Werecat was attempting to reason with- or threaten- the creature. To hell with that, Scipio thought. Stepping forward, he lunged at the creatures arm with his sword.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Oct 25, 2010 15:53:33 GMT -5
The creature turned around to see what mortal challenged his might. It was a werecat that threaten the monster. The mutant fixated its one eye on the feline-human, ignoring the fact that it was still holding on to the ranger or the fact that the other human was lunging at its arm.
The creature skreched in agony as a sharp pain was felt as the cold steel blade prieced its skin, dropping the ranger on the ground. The creature, in retulation, smacked the pesky human onto the bed. However, the monster felt another sharp pain in its right leg, as Travis had made a swipe with his sword.
Travis saw the monster croutch down from the blow before it decided to turn around and face the bounty hunter who had pulled out a knife. The monster attempted to smash Travis, but the ranger threw weapon right on time and the blade of the knife met the demon's remaining eye. Blind, the monster could only shuttle around the room, creating more havoc in the war room. (That bartender is going to get mad)
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Post by Tadala Dynas on Nov 28, 2010 23:22:02 GMT -5
Tadala took advantage of the injured creature, whatever it was, and weaved around its flailing arms to grab the knife, "I'm borrowing this." Pulling the blade out with a sickening squelch made Tadala shiver slightly before she leaped into the air to land on the "thing's" shoulders. It felt like she was on a boat, the sea rough, the boat rocking violently.
Raising the blade up over her head and aiming for the beast's head where its brain should be Tadala felt white hot pressure flash through her. It was an experience she had had very rarely before and the only time that it had felt like this was when she had fractured her leg while running and falling into a disguised hole.
Then she felt numb and then nothing. Before she crashed to the floor, her back flaring white hot once more. She whimpered and tried to get away before the monster raised its... foot?... and stomped down on her chest.
Instinctively she knew a rib was broken and another was fractured and with anymore pressure it would break as well. So she laid still looking around for the knife she had dropped.
It was there, just out of her reach.
Almost there...
Just a bit more...
Come on!
Her fingers brushed the hilt as she tried to grab the weapon. Weakly she felt her palm connect with it and with a burst of energy she stabbed the monster in what she thought of as his ankle.
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Post by Scipio Varick on Nov 30, 2010 21:42:22 GMT -5
Lights flashed in front of Scipio's eyes as he was smashed across the chest and face, bodily lifted from the floor where he soared across the room and hit the opposing wall spectacularly, smashing the unlit oil lamp. Dazed, he stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling blotchy heat press against the side of his head.
My sword, his hand twitched slightly, sweeping the ground for the weapon. His brain was lethargic, and when it didn't spring into his grasp he was at first confused; sitting up, he looked foggily around, noting that Tadala looked to be in as good a shape as he.
Dragging himself to his feet he stumbled forward, seizing the blade off of the ground, but instead of going for the monster Scipio bent and scooped the injured Werecat into his arms, dragging her back and keeping his blade raised in case it again advanced. The woman had sunk a knife into the creature's ankle, a painful wound that the ex soldier was hoping would deter it from attacking again.
"You alright?" he grunted to Tadala, not daring to look away from the enemy.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 30, 2010 22:23:46 GMT -5
The monster screamed in horror as the dagger was struck in its ankle. The mutated Ivan retreated away from the werecat. Blind and wounded, the creature was too confused and wary to attack. Thus, Travis took the opperatunity to make his charge. Grabbing his sword, he rushed at the beast from behind, leaped on to its back, and grabbed hold of him using his legs as an anchor around its body.
The monster was trying to shake off the ranger, but Travis had a tight hold. Travis pulled his sword up, aiming for the neck. With a swift strike, the woodsman thrusted his blade through the beast's vertibane, killing it in that instant. The creature fell, causing the ranger to fall as well. The ranger got up, mission accomplished. Despite feeling weary, he slayed a terrible fiend, saved a couple from getting killed (though ruined their night together), and furthermore he'll get his pay.
He rushed over to where the wounded werecat was. Telling from her injuries, it seemed her rib was broken. The man was also injured; it seemed he had a gash on his head. "I'm terrible what happened to you. Is there anything that I can do?" However, upon attending the wounded, Travis heard a crackle. The corpse of the monster brusted into flames, creating a small fire in the room as a final hooah. "You got to be kidding me," the woodsman muttered.
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Dec 1, 2010 23:04:10 GMT -5
The first few screams attracted little attention on the ground floor of the bar. Malcolm glanced up with some of the other customers at the noise, but hidden beneath the casual din of conversation it wasn’t obnoxious. The double-thud a minute or so later drew more attention, but someone nearby mumbled something about ‘idiots droppin’ everything all over th’ place,’ and most people were content to leave it at that and go back to their drinks.
Malcolm, however, kept his ears open. The racket upstairs continued, each minute picking away at his resolve to let the ranger’s tip buy privacy. One final shriek that hardly even seemed human dealt the final blow; he grumbled something of investigating to one of the other bartenders and strode upstairs, taking the steps two at a time as the smell of smoke slowly but surely tickled his senses.
The moment he hit the top of the stairs, he could tell it was a mess. The door on his right swing open, hanging on its hinges for dear life and giving away the ruined interior. Two adjoining rooms had just become a double, with an enormous gap in the wall connecting them. Framed in the human-sized (‘Probably Ranger-sized’ he thought bitterly) hole was a growing fire, feeding off some sort of inhuman corpse. Behind the bonfire, Malcolm counted three people: the ranger, a woman (a werecat if the ears and tail were any indication), and the poor lovesick fool from before. And whaddya know, they were short one prisoner.
Malcolm took a deep breath; first things first, the fire. He turned back down the stairs and yelled for someone to fetch water (and the harried, stomping footsteps from below were a good indication that he’d been heard). That said, he turned back to the disaster, sliding through the busted door and walking around the fire. He glanced between the three, then snatched the ranger by the back of his tunic and yanked, immediately taking everyone’s attention.
“You two,” he told the lovers, “are excused. You didn’t bring in the suspiciously absent criminal. As for you...” He gave the fellow’s tunic another tug, then hissed, “What the hell did you do to my bar?”
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Post by Tadala Dynas on Dec 2, 2010 23:48:54 GMT -5
Tadala's back had been slashed from left shoulder to right hip, and heaven's it hurt! She leaned forward to see how deep it was, her fingers slowing searching. When they did connect it stung like hellfire and she whimpered softly, blasted beast had done a nice number on her. Which was shameful for a Werecat. Rage and embarrassment made her face flush as she leaned forward a bit more. "Is there a healer nearby, bartender?"
Her voice was husky, her back was soaked with blood and her ribs practically crushed. It would take some time to heal and that was what gave her the energy to growl and pull her cat-like appendages inward so that she looked like a human once more.
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