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Heartthrob [closed]
Aug 30, 2019 6:03:25 GMT
[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]”T-This early? I was so close, too…” Sensual expression momentarily diminishing in lieu of a knowing smirk of her own, Anniken continued to straddle Ivory’s stomach for a moment before ultimately being pushed off. The woman was receptive to it, rolling against one of the many dunes of sand. Each time a salt-esque grain of sand contacted a bare portion of her skin, it felt acute, like small pieces of very hot glass. But not enough to cause even superficial damage—but in short, damn it was hot outside.
”Tell me you ain’t forgot all of the tanning lotion, Ivory? A beach is a beach, even if there ain’t a drop of water in miles, y’hear?” Pupils elongated slits brimming with mischievous intentions, the canid woman crawled closer, lithe fingers and sharp nails digging into the scolding sands beneath her body, bushy tail swishing behind her. Anniken no idea what the hell they were doing, but, she was greatly amused.
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Heartthrob [closed]
Aug 30, 2019 5:38:33 GMT
[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]By the time she was rudely awoken by her mount, Anniken had already forgotten her dream. Apparently, nothing she didn’t already expect was happening in the future, and here eye refrained from giving her a vision that would allow her to ascertain something more. Blistering heat, perspiration claiming nearly ever inch of her body, blinding light, and most importantly, a camel chewing on her hair. Squinting, it took her a moment to get her bearings, but it wasn’t outrage that she met the other woman—currently woman camel—with. There was a tinge of confusion and irritation, and then it subsided.
“Grabbin’ my hair? Uguu, Ivory y-you’re so rough!” Grasping one of the humps she was essentially straddling at this point, she grinded hard against it and whatever other innuendo potential harbouring portion of her back she could manage. “H-Haahn—” she stammered breathily, painting a vivid picture before the Take-Over mage, bouncing rhythmically. ”Your hump is just s—so big!”
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Odin's Spear
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@sol
posts
469
balance
jewels
Pronouns
She/Her
OOC name
Solace
Magic
odin's eye
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[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]They had to get there as soon as possible, but Anniken felt disadvantaged. When it came to speed, light had a self-explanatory upperhand. It made it feel pointless initially, but the way the entities seemed to stay just out of reach and within sight alluded to the fact its intention may have been to lead them somewhere. She hurried along as fast as her legs would carry her. And indeed, there was no mistaking it. The signature of this ethernano was identical to one she perceived in the past. It had to be her. In taking up this endeavour, Anniken realized maybe a ghost from her past made its way back into her domain. ”Man…” Anniken muttered, allowing her right eye to take on an eerie, cerulean glow with intricate dark accents. Divine blood bestowing her with Odin’s absolute wisdom, redundant knowledge of the wisps’ whereabouts flooded into her mind. Visions of what could be permeated her sight, and her brain operated like an overworked engine. As she felt combat was on the horizon, she needed to tap into this power, or she would be unable to fend off the towns current menace. Before the periodic blindness kicked in. Decelerating to a stop and tentatively following Sov’s lead, she tilted her head to the side when she saw what appeared to be six figures. The lighting was poor, and her eye helped her in that regard. This situation seemed familiar; the other figures talking in unison, and the strangely similar aesthetics. Eyes widening slightly in realization, she recalled another menace she had to deal with recently, and chose not to comment at present. Even if she wanted to, her attention was drawn towards the newest revelation. Squinting and covering all but the right eye as she turned away, she gained awareness to the fact a nearby building was exploding. It was going—to explode. And she couldn’t do anything about it, because it needed to or these entities wouldn’t come out to play. Clicking her tongue, feeling bits of scrap slice superficially into her flesh, she grit her teeth. ”Damn!” Not yet pulling Fate free from its sheath, she waited for the entity to attack. The eccentric chimes and speed caught her off-guard, even though her wolf ears twitched pre-emptively in response. Stepping to the left, she was able to limit the brunt of the damage to her shoulder, skidding back and reacquiring her footing. Clenching her teeth and stomaching the rhythmic pounding assaulting her shoulder, trying to gauge if it was dislocated and burned, Anniken reaffirmed her grip on her weapon, and quickly drew and slashed at the same time, attempting to damage some part of it. ”Yeah. I smell it loud and clear now, partners. This smells like Dahlia’s ethernano, an ol’ friend of us in Odin’s Spear!”--- HP: 310/320 | MP: 105/105 ATK: 16 DEF: 00 (10 or higher to hit) HEAL: 00 STAM: 16 Level: 2
MAGIC. Magic: Odin's Eye
Defense Attack 1. Hit Damage received: 10 Conditions: None
Offense Standard Action. — Attack Roll [Attack + Fortune & Fate @wisp Mass]: S|QuaFvs +8 — Condition Roll: N/a Bonus Action. — Effect: N/a Potential DMG: 20
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@sol
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Face Claim Reserves
Aug 30, 2019 2:00:17 GMT
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[b]AMNESIA,[/b] heroine by solace until [b]9/5/2019[/b]
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Odin's Spear
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@sol
posts
469
balance
jewels
Pronouns
She/Her
OOC name
Solace
Magic
odin's eye
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[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]Grinning from ear to ear at her accuracy, she marvelled at the collision. The old man was smacked across the face with a layer of adhesive muck, and he was spitting out shells and yellow, nutrient ripe slime in a matter of seconds. He might have been too confused to even know where the projectile came from.
Before she could enjoy her triumph in full, she turned her attention towards the blonde. Laughing—she was laughing, and she expected as much. But her incessant giggling transcended just laughing, as she watched her flop, writhe and gasp in the utter hilarity. Anniken’s grin endured as she watched this, and rather than aversion, it seemed like she was gradually piquing more of her interest.
And so she laughed as well, amused from the spectacle, amused from smashing and egg into some guy’s face, and amused at this unorthodox lull in the gritty atmosphere the world usually provided.
A little less than her partner, though—and maybe that was the understatement of the year.
It looked like she was getting her muffin. Along with having her ears touched, a rare occurrence indeed. When posed with this, she supposed she did say that delicious things would be spat out, and staked ear rubs on it—and she was currently spitting up a frantic mixture of geezer special. As anyone could surmise, that didn’t fit the description of delicious.
Shrugging her shoulders widely, she smiled.
“Alright—you got me there. Have at it!”
Docking her head lower for the onslaught, her ears twitched as they were contacted by eager hands. Their velvety texture was assured, as was the continuous swaying of her bushy tail from side to side. The ear rubbing and petting felt sublime, to say the least, but she was especially fond of the hair touching, too. ”Mmmm~, you’ve sure got a way with hands~,” she sighed, clearly fond of this arrangement, and in turn decided to play along with the enthusiasm, leaning into the motions even more.
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Odin's Spear
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@sol
posts
469
balance
jewels
Pronouns
She/Her
OOC name
Solace
Magic
odin's eye
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[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]It may have been a misnomer to say this was because of her powers, or because of the fact she only had some divine blood.
No, those were just excuses that concealed the true problem at hand; an incident that occurred years ago, when she was new to running the guild as the Godfather. The woman placed her hand onto her chest, feeling a throbbing pain aroused within her core. Ragged breathing followed, and she knew pulling this stunt too liberally would cost too much of her vitality.
Her body just wasn’t cut out for repeated use of these powers, not anymore—
Water? Yeah. There it was, a half-filled canteen was being presented before her face. The worn wolf turned her attention towards it, watching Cheshire take a few swigs of her own. Allowing her to press it to her own lips, she took steady, periodic sips of the liquid.
Cold—that was good. She felt it slither down her throat, and douse a few tongues of flames burning within her chest. It helped. The water assuaged some of the pain, and washed away the metallic taste in her mouth. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
Gradually, the pressure on her chest began to dwindle. However, Anniken still seemed winded from the ordeal.
Expression sober for a moment, she listened to the woman’s words. Of course, turmoil blighted her, she was uncertain if she could continue on with the business associated with truly surviving in the world. But that was no good—if she didn’t, the elements would eventually get her. And Anniken didn’t want that, she couldn’t have that. So, she did the only thing she could do in this situation.
She practically collapsed onto her, taking to her warmth. “Please, don’t do that. I need ya, Chesh. Can’t do this without you no more. Sure as hell don’t want nothin’ to happen to you, either, even if I gotta work this broken up body.”
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@sol
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OOC name
Solace
Magic
odin's eye
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LOW IQ [EVENT]
Aug 30, 2019 0:06:05 GMT
[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]Huh. There was something odd about the unified voices—were these guys just that practiced when it came to their teamwork? That couldn’t be it; her will to chalk things up to coincidences wasn’t that high. However, she didn’t invest too much thought into it right now, strange as it seemed, because there was still another shambling cadaver attempting to eat their faces. Dangling what was once a human head from her sword as she hauled herself up, she tossed it somewhere behind her, hopefully to never see it again. Hoping that the tactical approach of the folk helping with the elimination effort would create either a zombie death or an opening for her, her keen eyes looked for an opening from behind the mask. There were other people around, so she needed to be careful not to clash with their weapons or something like that; but she felt like she needed to use this number advantage they wrested at last. Holding the blade over shoulder, she pointed the tip towards the creature’s head. Then she flashed forward to skewer it through its temple and out the other one. -- HP: 315/320 | MP: 105/105 ATK: 16 DEF: 00 (10 or higher to hit) HEAL: 00 STAM: 16 Level: 2
MAGIC. Magic: Odin's Eye
Defense Attack 1. N/A Damage received: N/A Conditions: None
Offense Standard Action. — Attack Roll [Attack @zombie]: N3D0Ibdv +8 — Condition Roll: N/a Bonus Action. — Effect: N/a Potential DMG: 20
Inventory Fortune and Fate - T1 Non-Magical Weapon. [newclass=".ctu1"]background:#700;color:#aaa;margin:auto;width:450px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=".g3m"]padding-right:100px;[/newclass][newclass=".g3m1"]background:#1a1a1a;height:50px;padding-top:50px;text-transform:uppercase;white-space:nowrap;[/newclass][newclass=".ctu2"]font:12px/16px Source Sans Pro;text-align:justify;color:#aaa;background:#1f1f1f;padding:30px;[/newclass][newclass=".ams"]font:700 36px/50px Montserrat;letter-spacing:5px;opacity:1;color:#333;transition:.3s;[/newclass][newclass=".ams b, .ctu2 b"]color:#D40000;[/newclass][newclass=".n3d"]font:700 36px/50px Montserrat;color:#fff;margin-top:-50px;letter-spacing:-6px;opacity:0;text-shadow:6px 12px 0 #D40000,-6px 12px 0 #fff,6px -12px 0 #ffff,-6px -12px 0 #D40000;transition:.2s .15s;margin-bottom:30px;[/newclass][newclass=".ctu1:hover .ams"]opacity:0;letter-spacing:15px;[/newclass][newclass=".ctu1:hover .n3d"]opacity:1;color:#fff;[/newclass][newclass=".ctu1:hover .n3d"]color:#222;text-shadow:2px 1px 0 #D40000,-2px 1px 0 #fff,2px -1px 0 #fff,-2px -1px 0 #D40000;[/newclass][newclass=".ctu1 img"]display:block;height:100px;margin-left:350px;width:100px;margin-bottom:-100px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=".gemline"]margin-left:20px;;height:1px;background:#333;[/newclass][newclass=".gemtag"]font:bold 10px/25px Source Sans Pro;background:#000;text-transform:uppercase;color:#900;padding-right:20px;text-align:right;margin-right:-100px;[/newclass][newclass=".gemtag a "]font:bold 10px/25px Source Sans Pro!important;color:#900!important;[/newclass]
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Odin's Spear
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@sol
posts
469
balance
jewels
Pronouns
She/Her
OOC name
Solace
Magic
odin's eye
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Mercy on your soul [fight]
Aug 29, 2019 23:25:22 GMT
[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]Instead of moving to land a follow-up for her hard strike to Mercy’s body, Anniken stood by. Wedging her index and middle finger around the cigarillo within her mouth, she took a slow drag of its fumes. Smoke burning her throat and lungs, she exhaled another translucent smog, and breathed the remainder out of her nose. One could say that it seemed like she was just waiting for her sister’s next attack. The woman didn’t turn her attention towards her, even as she withdrew that familiar canid key, and even as she opened the gate of Loki’s ill-fated offspring. Though it bared its fangs at her with naked hostility, she continued to suck on the oral fixation another time without looking its way. In the attempt to grapple her, the Allfather reached out with her hand to catch the charging beast by its face. Her super strength serving her well, her toned musculature became apparent in her arm as she flexed against the beast, still not looking its way. “Back to the doghouse, Vánagandr.”Kicking it in the snout as hard as she can to ward it out of her way, she proceeded to turn her attention back to Mercy. Dashing towards her and clutching the sword in both hands once more, she slashed at her diagonally this time, eager to see if she would be able to avoid her speed. -- HP: 281/300 | MP: 100/100 ATK: 15 DEF: 00 (10 required to hit Anniken) HEAL: 00 STAM: 15 Level: 1
MAGIC. Magic: Odin's Eye
Defense Attack 1. Grapple Damage received: Miss Conditions: None
Offense Standard Action - Fortune & Fate (Attack + T1 Non-Magical) — Attack Roll: pdZpDGr4 +8 — Condition Roll: N/a Bonus Action. — Effect: N/a Potential DMG: 19
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[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]”A magical artefact?”
Interesting. A similar event occurring in another town wasn’t anything she heard of from any of her ears, but she sensed its relevance to the matter at hand. While the ethernano in the incident shone like lights, while it was suspicious there was no way for her to draw the conclusion that it was from the same source—yet. That would change once she was provided with the proper evidence, which her comrade in arms happened to have on his person. Tilting her head to the side, she examined the contents of the wrapped parcel. This process included smelling it with a refined sense of smell.
”…Well, I’ll be damned,” she said, surprise sinking into her features. That and a mix of amusement. Having picked up on this individual’s scent from the residues around the wall, that is the familiarity of their magic, and then hearing that these fragments were found in a similar event caused her to devise a lone conclusion in her mind; this couldn’t be mere coincidence. Indeed, she harboured quite possibly the most authentic answer yet within her mind, but just as she drew her mouth open to speak on the matter, she stopped. Sov tensed up abruptly.
Anniken followed his gaze, and placed a hand onto her hip. Judging from the flashing lights lacerating the shadows, though the specifics were difficult to see from there, it seemed like they were in luck. That he was able to spot them even though he didn’t seem to be facing them directly initially, either that or he slipped her notice, was uncanny. That would be the pot calling the kettle black, however.
”Do ya now? Well, let’s haul ass over there. I’ve also got an interestin’ little note to make about this whole thing, but I doubt we’ve got the time to go into detail. Here’s a teaser though—these things? May just be from a girl we know real well.”
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[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]”Oh, you done did it now!”
Once she heard the shots fire, she saw them with her eye. It was simple—maybe she wasn’t fast enough to avoid them outright, not yet anyway, but since she knew the angle, where it was being fired from, and the moment the trigger was pulled, all Anniken needed to do was sway from side to side. One cut her cheek, the other slashed across her side, but she did not seem to care about the stinging sensation that ensued from both lacerations. For a moment, her expression grew colder, and she pointed the spear in the direction of those who fired upon them.
The armament in her grasp released an eccentric vibration, while Anniken pursed her lips and emanated an eerie, high-pitched whistle. Those who were shooting their guns found that their vitality was being sapped away, and they felt fatigued. Then when they looked at their hands, they realized that their frame suddenly resembled that of someone who might have been one hundred years old. It progressed further until they withered like raisins, their flesh decayed, and ultimately, they were turned to dust as she drained them of their literal life force. No shots followed.
”Thirteen times,” she said, coughing heavily in the aftermath of her usage of powers suited only for those with a full divine body—which she did not possess. ”That’s how many times they killed you. Had to do away with it every time. This power ain’t that fun; you see, it even shows me the long term, what they did to your body. Won’t mention what the first thing was, but oh man, I’ll tell ya, I leave some real gruesome messages but I never saw a body in that many pieces before, for display.”
Looking at her hand, it was coated in an unnatural amount of blood from her coughing, as she eventually made her way back into the passenger seat. ”I owe’em thirteen, but I only did four, after the shit they did, I must be gettin’—“ Unable to finish the sentence, her frame shook as she continued to cough and hack. Her cheeks filled with blood, and though she tried to push it back down, she ended up rolling down the window and coughing it out there instead. And then she leaned against the door, breathing heavy.
”Aw, hell…”
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LOW IQ [EVENT]
Aug 29, 2019 0:41:51 GMT
edited on Aug 29, 2019 0:42:48 GMT by A.J. Godfrey
[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"] ”Fucking boring.”As the two halves of reanimated corpse fell to each respective side, the masked warrior stared on dryly. Her attention sought the other combatants working with her by circumstance, and while like her one of the creatures managed to damage one of those people earlier, now they were fending them off with expertise. A cohesive unit that, little did she know, were identical to one another. Had she paid more attention to that and less to the undead, she may have picked up on that, but alas, she probably would have hit with a lot more attacks, too. Intriguingly enough, her emphasis on the enemies made her privy to the strange maggots that slithered out of the corpse before perishing. It gave her a good hunch of the nature of the infection, and why the dead were returning to “life” lately. There must have been a root cause of the issue, and if she wanted to keep Shale Town safe before it spread all the way there, she was damn sure she’d need to find the source. Speaking of aggressors who wanted to consume her flesh, another one of the shambling corpses came her way. ”Whoa, Nelly!” Like a matador to a bull, she stepped to the side and shoved it in the other direction. However, it was her intention to target the one the others were going after, in case it managed to mitigate damage enough to survive. Dashing forward and sliding down low in front of it, she lunged upward to send her sword up through its jaw and out through the top of its head. ”’Scuse me, fellas.”-- HP: 315/320 | MP: 105/105 ATK: 16 DEF: 00 (10 or higher to hit) HEAL: 00 STAM: 16 Level: 2
MAGIC. Magic: Odin's Eye
Defense Attack 1. Attack Damage received: Miss Conditions: None
Offense Standard Action. — Attack Roll [Attack @sov's target]: BLLSBkPt +8 — Condition Roll: N/a Bonus Action. — Effect: N/a Potential DMG: 20
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[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]The other day?
Anniken tilted her head to the side, swiveling the inadvertent words around in her mind. No sense of urgency resided in her when it came to bringing it up, but maybe it would be an important piece of knowledge later. Seldom were there pieces of information that couldn’t be used in some way, and this might have been deeply associated with their current endeavour.
What she commented on came later, however, regarding the potential of minimal injuries from the occurrence. It would be a good thing if that were the case. Frankly, she didn’t want to spend a great deal of resources should a large quantity of people receive injuries from the entities. That meant she would have to manually stock up on more things, or increase the quota on one of the connected settlements.
”You ain’t getting no argument from me there. Not one to underestimate, but can’t see these critters posing much of a problem. Small don’t mean weak, but, there’s just somethin’ not that heavy ‘bout the presence itself,” she added. It was hard to put her finger on, but there was just something off about the residues she picked up on.
Chalk it up to her intuition, but what she heard from others almost sounded like their sentience could be compared to that of a jellyfish.
Upon crossing a familiar part of the area with a definite distinction, especially when it was further accentuated by Sov’s gesture, Anniken’s brow furrowed and flecks of curiosity appeared in her golden eyes. With her reaction, she doubted she needed to tell him, but she enjoyed hearing herself speak and it’d be a good idea to verify.
”Nah, and that shit is going to be a pain in the ass for somebody to repair. Workers gonna have their hands full.” Idle chatter as she made her way over to the site in question, she placed a gloved hand against the scorch mark, and then leaned in closer and sniffed it. As she did, her canid ears twitched, and her tail swayed momentarily. ”Mmmhm. You say somethin’ about the other day, Sov?”
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[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]He had a point—the things they were after weren’t just familiar to her, but they were literal glowing lights. Currently, the only exposure she may have had with them were residual, but based on the descriptions from the townsfolk who had the misfortune of encountering these eerie orbs, their forms were wisp-like in nature. There was a lot she didn’t understand about the occurrence, but as terrible as it might have made her seem, she couldn’t help but consider herself fortunate; it broke up the monotony of gathering resources, making deals to get more resources, things like that.
And who didn’t love a good mystery, anyway? There weren’t a lot of people who confessed to hating investigating and finding out new things. Especially when they could be lucrative in some way.
”You got that right. From what I hear, these little buggers glow like fireflies,” Anniken replied, reaching under her lengthy mane of two-tone hair and flipping her sidelocks with her hands as she walked. When it came to her gait and mannerisms, it seemed to be an unorthodox hybridization of relaxed nonchalance and elegance, belying her rather crude manner of speech. In fact, her showiness around the current environment was almost as though she owned the place. Maybe it was just an episode of hubris, however.
”’Bout a half mile away from the market area. This here street we’re on goes to a fork, and to the east you got the residential area, buncha stylish scrap shacks, probably where most people are this time of day. Then to the west you got the market,” she pointed in its general direction. ”That there is where people buy their stuff, trade stuff, do all kinds of things with their stuff. Gonna be less occupied, easier for us to mount an investigation diggin’ for clues. And just between you ‘n me? Somethin’ ‘bout these sparklies smelled kinda familiar to me, at least the residuals of’em. Not totally sure yet.”
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LOW IQ [EVENT]
Aug 28, 2019 13:35:56 GMT
[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]Too high. Well, wearing masks that blocked half of one’s eyes and most of their peripheral vision could be a problem in combat, but what was life without challenging oneself a little bit? Besides, though she didn’t get a good look at their features, she was sure that there were a few people here, making for four of her group, and only three of the biters. Without a doubt, they had nothing to worry about. Just a few people defending the village against the living dead, comrades in spirit. While she was marveling over her error, one of the creatures lunged for her shoulder. It found purchase, but it seemed less like she was trying to actively get out of the way, and more that she let it happen. Blood soaked into the material comprising her cloak, and she clenched her jaw upon enjoying the searing sensation. However, she merely smirked under her mask, flexing her arm hard enough to employ her supernatural might and send the undead off her with a simple shove. The other three were attacking, and she would attack in unison, going for the one that seemed to wear the most damage in a hard attempt to bisect it vertically with her sword. -- HP: 315/320 | MP: 105/105 ATK: 16 DEF: 00 (10 or higher to hit) HEAL: 00 STAM: 16 Level: 2
MAGIC. Magic: Odin's Eye
Defense Attack 1. N/A Damage received: 5 Conditions: None
Offense Standard Action. — Attack Roll [Attack @zombo]: SCnVHpGL +8 — Condition Roll: N/a Bonus Action. — Effect: N/a Potential DMG: 20
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Bombs Away [social | open]
Aug 28, 2019 13:20:14 GMT
[googlefont="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro:400,400i,700,700i|Montserrat:700] [attr="class","ctu1"] [attr="class","g3m"] [attr="class","g3m1"] [attr="class","ams"]All my sins [attr="class","n3d"]need holywater [attr="class","ctu2"]Ah, sweet reception. It would have been a whole lot less fun if they rejected her company in the current ploy, after she invested time in climbing up there—even if it didn’t look like she did from an outsider’s perspective. Even without scrutiny, this individual had piqued her interest. Not everybody had the guts to go through with a deed like this, and for that, she earned some respect from the wolf ear-and-tail sporting woman.
Her first target didn’t require precision; it was a building, after all. The egg smashed against one of the dilapidated windows without issue, and smeared it with a film of yellow, translucent yolk. Rolling her shoulder, she warmed it up in preparation for her next target, whatever it may be. Sometimes it was fun to just unwind and let loose on a settlement that wasn’t her own, without leaving a dire message in her wake. Anniken must have had a lot of free time on her hands today.
Examining her partner in crime in return with her own golden eyes, she verified that she had no recollection of her, and she didn’t feel like scanning for leads with her unique eye. That would spoil the fun, and because of that she didn’t always like using it; she didn’t want to grow complacent. Might not even yield much fruit. One thing was for sure, they had a pretty adorable air about them, what with their mischievous antics and implicated penchant for bedlam.
”Me? Hit that ol’ coot over there? Boy, you better keep some of them eggs for bakin’, ‘cause I’m gonna take you up on that muffin,” she said, accepting the ammo with a gloved hand.
Had Anniken not been an individual accustomed to throwing a spear regularly, it might have been a harder shot to make. However, her expertise with hurling objects weightier than the eggs lent her good accuracy, even from afar, and especially with how stationary the withered raisin of a grandpa was. Arching back, she decided to throw a curve ball, in that it would shut the man up by splattering it all over his mouth.
”Wouldn’t stop blabbin’, so I gave’em somethin’ to keep his mouth occupied! Bet you one touch on my ears he finds it delicious.”
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