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| Yaidratian Emacity [Part 6]; Sun Stones, Hard Quest | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 9 2015, 08:18 PM (142 Views) | |
| OldNewPikkon | Jul 9 2015, 08:18 PM Post #1 |
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Sun Stones Difficulty: Hard Quest Description: Dr. Hemin has called upon a powerful warrior to help him create four sun stones. He shows you the blank rocks that are the size of a soft ball and then explains how to create them. He hands you a ley energy tracker and sends you off to find the perfect mountain peak. You must find the perfect balance of spiritual energy and light to forge the stone. The reason he needs you to do it is because when a sun stone is created its power opens up a dimensional rift... You're to stop what comes through before it harms anyone or anything. Reward:+800 zeni, +6 DP, +80 all stats, +6 Rp Credits Bonus: Solarweave Cloak - Equipped on the body. Amplifies training by +17 all stats. May be activated twice per battle to for DR1 Flame Shield costing no ki. If you already know Flame Shield, increases its DR by +1 instead. OR Sunstone Shard - While this item is in your inventory all stats are increased by +10 in battle. Once per battle you can use the stone to charge up a ki attack to full power (maximum actions) in one action. May not be stolen. Limit to carry 2. Must be neutral or good to use this item. Must be a prepared item to use in battle. Requirement: Must be over 15,000 PL to take this quest. Must be neutral or good alignment. |
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| OldNewPikkon | Jul 9 2015, 08:22 PM Post #2 |
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Narvi, as well as Elder, had been informed that dinner was ready for consumption. Something about a roast, but the demon didn’t pay it any mind. He didn’t require food to sustain himself, for he was not a being of this realm. However, he had to keep up appearances. He had to seem “normal”. Thus, he sauntered inside with the Elder in tow, who seemed more than delighted to finally get some food in his belly. The duo made their way toward the kitchen and were both delighted to smell the aroma of a good cooked roast. The demon’s mind suddenly changed at the smell of it, and opted to think that he could perhaps enjoy the meal genuinely instead of “pretending” to do so. However, what had also caught his eye were two strangers that he had never seen before. One was a brute of a man, though his physique wasn’t anything grand. He seemed more porky if anything, but he was still an extremely large specimen. The other man was a lot smaller in stature yet there was an air of confidence about him. He seemed “cool”, for a lack of a better term. Nonchalant, as if he had nothing to be worried about. The demon figured that they were just weary travelers who came to enjoy a meal just like his acquaintances and himself were so he didn’t think much of it. The Elder took a seat at the dinner table rather hastily, and Narvi sat beside him. It was no secret that the demon preferred the Elder’s company over that of everyone else, certainly over that of the red-headed female , though the raven haired demon did not want to have any biases. If things were to get hectic he wanted to have an impartial mind, and spite for any one being would cloud his judgement. At the end of the day, he would do what must be done to protect Persephone, to protect everyone at the inn should one of his kind show up. Yuu slinked back into the dining room with little on his mind, vaguely aware that the meal was complete and that the group of diners was already approaching a number that the dinner table probably couldn’t handle. He couldn’t remember what the thing looked like, and after his brief interaction with “Money” from earlier, he was very tempted to take his food back to a room and eat it there, away from the other weirdos that he’d met. He remembered the one guy’s name, Pikkon, but the others evaded him. There was Perseppine? Porcupine? And uh... the Barvi guy, whose name reminded him of a vomit of ill associated letters. Then there was Elder. Elder was okay, but Yuu didn’t really know much about him other than the fact that his name was Elder. ”Sorry that took so long,” he mumbled, taking a seat on the edge of the table. He could smell the succulent roast as it wafted up from a plate at the center of the table, along with a serving of freshly steamed vegetables and a plate of what looked like balled up rice. Meekly, he reached for a plate, totally unaware of how rude it might’ve been in case the hostess wanted to say grace, and loaded some rice and roast onto it. ”This smells so good!” Within seconds, his plate of rice, roast, and peas looked like Frankenstein had taken hold of his dinner and mangled it up, but that didn’t stop him from eating like a rabid dog. The crowd had largely ignored Pikkon’s summons to the dinner table, but at the bellows of the innkeeper’s wife, it seemed to slowly shuffle the ever-growing list of visitors to the Western Townhouse Inn to the ever-shrinking (by comparison) kitchen. Taking a seat between Yuu and Narvi, Pikkon poked his head up and took a brief count of just exactly how many people were there. Me, Persephone, Narvi, Elder, Yuu... Money... the innkeeper, his wife... Mecka?-- and the talking cat. Because Earth has talking cats now. Of course. “10,” he mumbled under his breath. “Damn.” Turning to his left, the green-skinned alien snorted some air out of his nostrils; Yuu had taken matters into his own hands regarding his hunger, and was slamming down the food like a monster. “Slow down there, man, no rush.” Looking at the larger group (well, mostly the new people), Pikkon asked the obvious question: “So... what exactly are you guys doing here? And how do you know me?” “Fuck.” Persephone muttered under her breath. She had been the last one to arrive at the kitchen and found herself in a precarious situation. Her stomach rumbled at the smell of the homemade dinner and every fiber in her body wanted to partake in the feast. However, a look-over of the kitchen table would reveal that the only set left was next to the big dumb ass, Money. “Sorry for being late. I was cleaning my gun just in case I had to shoot anybody tonight,” she needlessly declared to the entire dining room. As far as bluffs went, it was a weak one, but also the only card she held. Walking over to the dreadful seat, the red-haired woman cautiously sat down and began to scoop her desired portions onto her plate. “What happened to your arm? Do you need a massage?” Money blurted out. Yuu glanced up at Persephone as she took a seat across from him, next to Money. Money wasn’t the smart one, as far as he could tell, but Yuu admittedly couldn’t tell. Since the man had chosen to ignore Pikkon’s question, Yuu stabbed his fork into a piece of roast and answered for him, his face thoughtful and his eyes full of color. ”He probably doesn’t,” Yuu said, pointing the portion of roast at Pikkon. The scent of the meat drifted up to his nose and he had to resist the urge to bite down on it and totally derail the conversation. A single tear fell from his eye (but not really, he just imagined it in his head, along with an entire pantomime reaction of him totally crying over the thought of dropping the roast). ”He just called you greenbean, remember? If you weren’t green, he probably wouldn’t have recognized you. It’s like if he came in and said, ‘Hey Tangerine.’ I’d know he’s talking about me.” ”I could be wrong,” he said, stuffing the roast in his mouth and savoring the taste. ”Bud I don’d dink I am.” He scooped another helping of rice onto his plate and grabbed another slice of roast to go with it. it smelled great, and he really wished, somewhat selfishly, that he could’ve just taken the whole roast to himself. As Persephone blundered in loudly, blustering and distracting the conversation briefly from what Pikkon had intended, he reached out for a plate, grabbing one of the legs of the roast and a large helping of mashed potatoes with gravy drizzled all down it. Grabbing his fork, he took a quick taste of the side, and smiled at how perfectly creamy it was, and turned to say something to the innkeeper’s wife about it. “Carol, this food tas--” The Vecherkan petered out as Yuu stabbed the roast into his face, spittle and random chunks of meat flying from his mouth. Drawing in Pikkon’s attention, he took in the words his friend had said and slowly nodded, thinking them over before replying. “Yeah, he did call me green bean, you’re right. But Money also said something about me looking like how ~he~ had said.” Turning back to face Meca and the cat, who were still silent (mostly since Money was pretty clearly distracted by the ‘booty’ on Persephone), he asked, “Who’s ‘he’?” ”Oh yeah, he did,” Yuu acknowledged, turning back to his food and shoveling more of it into his mouth. Across the table from him, Money and Persephone were having a conversation that he decided to interject himself into, seeing as the other option involved talking to the creepy dude that he’d gotten into an argument with earlier, who hadn’t yet arrived at the dinner table as far as he knew. Honestly, Yuu had just completely avoided looking to his right. ”Sorry.” The last word of his statement was mumbled so low that he doubted anyone could hear it, but he felt that it was important that he say it anyway. ”Are you good at giving massages, Mr. Money?” Yuu asked. ”I can give a good massage. I think. I probably can,” he babbled on. He’d been told by a friend once that he looked like he could give a mean massage if he really tried to. It helped that he had super strength. ”Purse-eff-o-nee was your name, right? Or was it Purse-a-phone? I’m bad with names.” Word Count: 1,476[split 4 ways] Bebi Count: 369 Uub Count: 369 Narvi Count: 369 Pikkon Count: 369 Total Count: 1,476 |
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| OldNewPikkon | Jul 9 2015, 08:25 PM Post #3 |
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“He…” The cat’s ear twitched at the sound of human’s scarfing down food. Shinbu walked casually across the center of the table, in a somewhat solemn state. Her cat paws sat comfortably against the swallow of her back, just above the tail. Her eyelids fell short of closing together, as she continued speaking. “Our Lord..” She continued at a moderate pace towards Pikkon’s end of the table. “Our Master….” “Psht.. Your Master.” Meca grumbled beneath his breath. Money cutting him a look, that read ‘Shut the fuck up!’ “The Great Lord Vaelin,” Shinbu continued as if she didn’t hear Meca’s transgression. “He gathered the four, well three of us to aid him in his eternal quest.” Shinobu’s eyes finally opened to stare Pikkon in the face. Her whiskers bounced gracefully, as her little cat nose wiggled. “You stink!” The thought of Yuu trying to give a massage to Money left Pikkon involuntarily snorting to himself, but turned his head slightly to the side so nobody could see it (and also so he didn’t get whatever was in his nose into his food because that food was damned good). The cat’s eerie hissing that by some force of nature still sounded humanoid brought Pikkon back to the table - and to his horror, he’d wished he hadn’t: The cat was walking all over the food! Those paws had been in the fuckin mud and dirt and grass and... He was vaguely taking in the mysteriously deific explanation of who “he” was but just couldn’t focus on it because he could see and feel the cat walking closer to him, and somehow knew deep down where this ended. Quickly, he grabbed the leg on his plate and held it in his hand, pretending to nibble at it so as not to look like he just felt like waving around a slab of meat like a flag. ‘The Great Lord Vaelin.’ The name didn’t mean much, but it was a name-- yep. Her paws were firmly on his plate, particularly right on the mashed potatoes he’d been raving about mere moments before. And then the cat said he stunk. Sigh. “I...” was eating that. Whatever. “And what does that have to do with us? Or-- me?” Yuu’s face went red when he saw the cat walking across the food and walking her little cat paws all over the table. His nose crinkled up like a french fry at the thought of kitty litter being carried all over his food, and immediately stood up. He’d heard the cat talk, he’d heard its silky smooth speech, but that didn’t change the fact that it was a cat and not a person. Kitties didn’t belong at the dinner table. ”Bad kitty!” Yuu said, grimacing and reaching for the cat. He grabbed it and picked it up, holding it close to his chest, and immediately stepped toward the door with a quickness. ”Kitties don’t belong at the dinner table!” He tossed the cat out the door and patted his hands off (which were now covered in a thick, red looking rash) before sitting back down next to Pikkon. Little bits of mud and grass still littered the table and its glorious banquet, but Yuu’s work had been done and done well. ”Sorry about that, ma’am,” he said, shooting a glare toward Meca and Money. ”Some people just cannot control their pets.” Meca gave off a hearty laugh, pieces of roast and whatever else he had stuck within his jaws flung out. Money only shook his head, as a feeling of embarrassment flourished up. First Shinobu walking across the dinner table, and now his older brother forgetting his mannerism. Not as if he had them anyways. Money always felt awkward with his chosen group, it was almost exhausting dealing with the other two. Money raised a folded napkin to the rim of his lip, as to wipe away the liquid from the chamomile tea he just took a sip from as he watched the cat being removed. “My apologies. for her rudeness, but she holds our Lord to a high standard and rightfully so.” Money lowered the still folded napkin back to the table, before continuing his words. “Lord Vaelin, is a demonic entity. His sole purpose is to provide a universal balance. However unfortunate circumstances are yielding him from pursuing his other worldly task.” “Fam, you can't be telling these bums all thee business!” Meca interrupted, still with a mouth full of meat. “Shut up Meca, Lord Vaelin said we can trust them. The problem however…” His dark brown eyes scanned the room, taking particular notice to the many accompanying faces. “Is gaining your trust.” “Hold up a sec, bro…” Meca interrupted yet again, finally swallowing whatever it was gathering in his mouth. “Where the fuck is Karina!?” His demanding voice echoed, with his glaring eyes beaming across the table at the green man. Word Count: 816[split 3 ways] Set Count: 272 Uub Count: 641 Pikkon Count: 641 Total Count: 2,292 |
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| OldNewPikkon | Jul 10 2015, 12:49 AM Post #4 |
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The cat had walked all over his food, which had been delicious. Very. Delicious. It was very high praise coming from an entity that rarely consumed meals due to the fact that he never had to. ”I think I’ve had my fill,” Narvi muttered under the commotion of Yuu flinging the cat outside. He placed his fork down and lightly pushed his plate away. His ears perked up at the mention of this “Lord Vaelin” character, a demonic entity of sorts. They were right in assuming that it would be hard to gain the group’s trust. Narvi didn’t trust his kind, it was his kind that had ruined his family bond, his kind that had betrayed him. “Where the fuck is Karina!?” ”Who?” Narvi asked. “Muthafucka don't be act’n like you don't know who the fuck I’m talkin’ bout!” Meca snapped, slamming a flat palm against the table surface, shaking the silverwares. Money only sighed, at his brothers imprudent mannerisms. “We tracked her to this Inn, coincidently, the same inn you all happen to be residing within.” His shifty eyes caught the site of the young black hair fellow. Money took in a deep breathe, as the question was already out there, might aswell follow up. “So do you happen to know of her whereabouts?” They tracked her to the Inn? They couldn’t possibly mean the (he assumed) deceased female that he was about to bury outside. She had grave injuries, and she was unresponsive as well. Did that mean that this demonic entity known as “Lord Vaelin” wanted her corpse? That was a tall assumption to make, and there could had been more travel goers go in and out that the group hadn’t noticed. If they wanted a straight answer then they would have to be more specific. ”A lot of people visit this Inn,” Narvi stated. ”So why assume that we are the only ones who may know of her whereabouts? She could be long gone.” Meca’s anger flared, his palm struck the table a second time. This time his strength was too much for the solid wood oak wooden furniture. His hand went through the surface, causing the legs on his side of the table to buckle inwards. Dishes, table tapestries, and food all fell towards the large man side of the dining table. The innkeeper’s wife shrieked, running out of the kitchen, and the innkeeper mumbled something about getting his gun, slowly getting from the table as well. Money could only shake his head slowly as he watched the action unfold. Meca stood towering down over the smart mouthed kid. “This fucker knows something, Money!” His massive hand reached for the kid’s throat, but a hand blocked its path. Money had maneuvered with such grace, that he was seemingly unnoticed as he intervened his older brother’s assault. “Relax B!” The observant hustler, Money was, had already caught on to the kid’s way of speaking. Something was just off, or left out intentionally. “Don’t you think I already know that!?” His eyes narrowed on his larger brother, who was now appearing to back down. It was similar to a savage dog, backing down from his master due to loyalty. The hustler, turned to face Narvi. Flashing his gold riddled grin, “So… Where is she!?” The table collapsed under the weight of the man’s strength, though Narvi still maintained a stoic gaze through it all. He seemed disinterested, though that was merely a front. He just wanted to be sure that they were all on the same page, and since this “Lord Vaelin” fellow wanted to get a hold of a corpse, that couldn’t mean anything good. It was possible that the demonic entity would use her for some kind of summoning ritual, or perhaps even as a gateway for Hell. He couldn’t allow for that to happen, he couldn’t trust the two men who aligned themselves with a demon. ”Okay, so let’s assume I know of who you’re referring to, What would you want with her?” The raven haired demon leaned back in his chair in a nonchalant manner. ”Let’s start with that shall we?” Word Count: 688[split 2 wats] Narvi Count: 713 Set Count: 616 Total Count: 2,980 |
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| OldNewPikkon | Jul 10 2015, 12:53 AM Post #5 |
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Enough was enough. Ever since they had all arrived at the little town things had just progressively gotten weirder and weirder. Dinner was the final tipping point. Instead of being able to fully enjoy a rare, home-cooked meal in relative peace, this shit had to occur! Persephone sat in a steaming silence, her red eyes glaring down at the destroyed plate of food and shards of glass. Even in its derelict state, the roast wafted up and assaulted her nose with the promise of food that was now forcibly taken away from her. The man, Meca, had needlessly displayed an act of strength and punched the table not once, but twice. The result of his strength was evident. Everything in her body wanted to withdraw her gun and start shooting. She wanted to break a limb, she wanted to release the pent up violence she could feel stirring in her chest. Poor attempts at resisting the vicious acts accumulated in her hands tightly gripping the edge of her wooden seat. “Shut the fuck up, both of you! Take your petty squabbling outside before I tear you apart limb from fucking limb!” the formerly quiet woman shouted. As she spoke, she rose to place herself above the gazes she would attract, flipping the table in the process. Unfortunately for Yuu, he was in the exact place to forcefully be on the receiving end of it. The red-haired woman reached back and swiftly drew one of her dual pistols. Narvi, and then Meca were the two she threatened with a simple act of pushing the weapon in their direction. For a moment, not a word was spoken. She then stepped toward Narvi, with the barrel pointed at his face. “Stop being a smart ass. she demanded. Next, she turned to face Meca with the weapon. “Who are you and what do you want?” she questioned him. Peeking behind her, she could see the young boy Yuu, still with quarter of the table on top of him. While she waited for the stranger to answer, Persephone sidestepped and extended her hand out to the fallen teen. “Sorry.” Yuu reached for Persephone’s extended hand and pulled himself up from the ruins of the table. Bits of wood and splinters rolled off of his t-shirt and remained embedded in his boardshorts, but his skin was, remarkably, untouched. He shook the remains of the table from his hair and nodded to Persephone, who he realized, now, hadn’t yet answered his question. ”T-thanks,” he mumbled, trying to ignore her drawn weapon. The emptiness of the barrel’s chamber only enticed the gangster known as Meca. A devilish grin was born, as he made not the slightest resistance towards the new matters at hand. The room was silent, and the only thing heard was the cold metal click of a pistol chambering a round. Meca was proud, feeling the sensation of adrenaline coursing through his veins. The vision he saw could be captured and framed upon his wall forever. His younger brother, Money stood, chest out and arm extended with a powder coated black Glock pressed against the woman’s red hair. “Please, we’re not here to cause any trouble.” A soft, relaxed voice left Money’s lips, almost as if he was whispering sweet-nothings into her ear. Things had gotten out of hand, but at least the demon had a better understanding of what their purpose was. Narvi wasn’t rattled in the least even when Persephone drew her gun on him. He would keep his mouth shut as he was ordered to do so. “Remove that gun from my head, or things are about to get ugly,” Persephone ordered Money to stand down. Due to the situation, she only gave Yuu a sparse look at his apology. That demanding tone, only ticked Money’s inner ego. He was a man of respect and power, taking “demands” just wasn’t in his character. A gentle snicker escaped the mouth of the smooth talking criminal. “I’d rather you aim that pistol at me instead of my brother…” Money knew Meca all too well. “Certainly,” she turned the gun upon the brother who egged her on now. “I have a better idea. Drop your gun and lets settle this. Unless you are too afraid of getting mollywhopped by a woman,” she challenged the man. To show her sincerity to her word, Persephone carelessly tossed her pistol to the side. Her other, still holstered one followed it. Narvi remained quiet. As much as he wanted to intervene, he knew that once Persephone got riled up that there would be no stopping her. His mind flashed to an image of the red-haired female with blood stained hands. Would a similar tragedy occur? The sound of thunder erupted. Like metal attempting to eat through flesh, a powerful fist came crashing into the side of the black haired kid’s face. Meca, was growing ever so annoyed with the entire situation. The demon felt a tinge of pain. He was completely blindsided and was sent careening toward the ground. Through it all his expression didn’t change in the slightest. He had to admit that he had it coming, he didn’t take the most pleasant tone with the one called “Meca.” ”Have you calmed down yet? Did it feel good to hit me?” Crack! “Hey!” Holding a double barrel shotgun, the owner of the inn waved it menacingly in a slow fan across the entire kitchen from the single-wide entrance. “The next person to move gets lit up, so calm the fuck down and get out of my inn - single damn file.” Sliding to the right, he kept the shotgun trained on Meca, but kept darting to the red-headed woman. Out of the massive amount of people in the room, those two were the most dangerous. “Get out of here, old man. This doesn’t concern you.” Persephone stated, her eyes still locked upon the cowardly Money who had not yet accepted her challenge. Yuu quickly brought his hands up and shouted at the top of his lungs, understandably confused by everything that was happening. He’d been knocked unconscious for a second by the table spontaneously murdering his face, and was distinctly aware that he’d missed something important. ”Can we all just shut the heck up for a second and think things through?! Nobody say a WORD until we know what’s happening,” he said, breathless. ”Think about it for TEN seconds, and THEN say something.” Narvi knew that things had gotten far out of control, but he still attempted to reason. He agreed with Yuu, violence didn’t solve anything. He took a gander at the Elder, who remained in somewhat of a meditative state, but the demon could tell that he had grown irritated. Finally, Elder slowly got up from his seat, after watching the growing carnage with a mostly neutral expression. The fact he hadn’t got to eat his dinner had soured his mood, but he’d planned on letting the people he’d chosen handle their own fights for themselves, but it was getting ridiculous by this point. Weapons were coming out, violent threats of attack, and the locals were going ballistic. Sighing, he put two fingers to his head, and within the blink of an eye, had appeared before the innkeeper and his wife, transporting them to the far end of town, with unceremonious plops. Flashing back behind the smaller - but slightly smarter - of the two thugs, Elder snapped his elbow against the back of his neck, dropping Money to the ground silently. A final vanishing act put him in front of Meca, and Elder - in a surprising display of violence - threw a straight hook at his neck, knuckles right against the adam’s apple, sending the larger of the two tumbling. Turning back to face the foursome still there, he spat out only one word. “Imbeciles.” ”They wanted the dead girl,” Narvi stated. “Shut up.” Narvi narrowed his eyes at the Elder. ”You should listen, you’re the one who told me that something was after us… after me. It could be this Lord Vaelin character.” Yuu didn’t say anything, but he did cast Narvi an uncharacteristically dark look when he defied Elder’s order. It was obvious that Narvi sucked at listening, once again reassuring him that the only person in their little makeshift cabal that he could stand was Pikkon, who so far, was the only one that hadn’t either hurt him or tried to lecture him. Persephone, he figured, was okay too. She’d at least apologized for the table hitting him. Elder’s head throbbed with pain. He hadn’t been forced to use Instant Transmission that many times back to back in many years, and the disorientation hit him in waves. Somehow holding back the urge to hurl, he managed to get out a few words, completely ignoring Narvi’s incessant yammering. “You people may be the most... neurotic, dysfunctional, hackneyed group of people I’ve ever met. But it doesn’t matter. We need to leave. Now.” With a look of pleasure at the results of the spat, Persephone strode over to her tossed aside weapons and retrieved them. She then watched the ongoing spectacle unfold. “Let’s go, then, she said in agreement with the Elders statement as she strode toward the exit of the inn. Narvi wanted to take the dead girl at least, for he feared that she would be used in some nefarious plot to open up a gateway to the demon realm. He had read that human sacrifices granted demons certain….liberties. Liberties that he didn’t want any demon to take on his watch. But he wasn’t going to act without the consent of the group first. ”We should take the girl, if Lord Vaelin gets a hold of her he could use her body as a gateway to open up the demon realm, or some other nefarious plot.” Word Count: 1,640[split 5 ways] Bebi Count: 697 Set Count: 944 Narvi Count: 1,041 Uub Count: 969 Pikkon Count: 969 Total Count: 4,620 |
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| OldNewPikkon | Jul 10 2015, 01:57 AM Post #6 |
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Yuu watched as Narvi exited the room to go find the dead girl, and turned to Pikkon with a bit of fear evident in his eyes. He shared one more look with Persephone as well, for fear that she would be caught up in this weirdo’s plot (she didn’t seem to be). ”I’m going to leave, now,” he muttered. ”If you guys would like to come with me, you can. I’m going to the city where I don’t have to see dead people all the time.” The unspoken clause was, of course, that they would be at least temporarily abandoning Narvi... or that he would be abandoning the group. He didn’t want to be associated with murderers and killers and liars and gunfighters. He hoped, deep down, that they didn’t want to be either. And on that thought, he stepped out of the room with his head down and his fists clenched, refusing to look behind him, fearing that he was walking alone. Pikkon hadn’t spoken the entire time, simply leaning against the wall quietly. He had no ties to anyone in this room, really, except for Yuu and Elder, and neither of them had gotten involved in the escalating violence - therefore, neither had he. As the immediate violence came to a close, both Elder and Yuu agreed it was best to leave. Heart still racing, the Vecherkan nodded to himself. As Yuu began to walk out - despite the conversation that the two others of his “companionship” were holding - Pikkon followed. Sidestepping the anger emanating off the red-headed woman, he glanced up at Elder, cocking his head as if to say, let’s go, man. Without a word, Elder followed. After a few moments, the duo had caught up with the kid, and Pikkon spoke first, reaching out to grab him as softly as he could by the shoulder, and blurted out, “I’m sorry about what happened in there. I don’t... really know them. We only met about a week ago.” Yuu nodded and stopped, but twitched visibly when Pikkon’s hand brushed his shoulder. He could tell that the man was trying to be friendly and comfort him, at least, that was what he assumed, and so he didn’t try to swing from his awkward position. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and continued to stare down at the ground, still confused and concerned for the girl from earlier and the situation and too many things for him to think about. ”T-that’s okay. I didn’t know them either, and if they were like this before, I’m s-sure you’d have walked out,” he muttered, rubbing his sides. ”Or something.” ”D-do you think I... should I have stayed?” Pikkon glanced at Elder for a moment, but he seemed distracted, glancing at all the houses; some lights had begun to turn on and a low murmuring was beginning to become noticeable throughout the small town. Motioning for Pikkon and Yuu to keep moving, he began to dart quickly towards the forest. Whatever happened to the others would be on them to rise or fall, because Elder had put too much into his plan to simply let it fall apart due to some petty dinner brawl. As they silently ran across the darkened streets, Pikkon whispered between steps, “Why would you have? It’s for the best you’re here with us, I think.” Within a few moments, they’d hit the forest, and Elder let them about 4 tree lengths in before finally coming to a stop, leaning against a thick oak and trying to keep his panting as quiet as possible. This... physical exercise was too much for his small body. ”Thanks,” Yuu mumbled. He appreciated his friend’s efforts at trying to console him. It meant a lot that a stranger he’d never met before was willing to help him out. He’d been about to respond to Pikkon’s words when he noticed Elder’s panting in the background and turned his head to look at him. ”Are you okay, Mr. Elder?” Yuu asked, suddenly distracted by the pain his acquaintance was in. He shrank to Elder’s side almost immediately, somewhat afraid to put his hands on the old man’s body. He didn’t want to upset him or unsteady him, but... he felt that the old man needed help. He couldn’t just ignore that. ”Do you... do you need me to help you walk or anything?” ”I should be fine,” he said dismissively. The breaths continued to heave free of his lungs like hundred pound weights being dropped, but he straightened against the oak and nodded to Pikkon and Yuu with a reserve of dignity. ”I just need to rest a moment. I’m not as young as I once was.” ”Would it... would it help if I gave you some of my energy?” Yuu whispered, trying not to sound crazy in front of his cool green friend. There was a thing about Yaidratians having massive heads and small bodies. Surprisingly, though, their heads were much lighter than the dense bottom half of their body, as their brains were made up of extremely lightweight elements. Right then, though, it felt like it weighed about as much as it looked. Smiling halfheartedly at Yuu, he shook his head. “No, I appreciate the offer... but trust me, I’ll be fine. It’s not about energy, per se. It’s my mind that’s stronger.” Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed a small bar of some foreign substance; it wasn’t exactly a granola bar, because it looked like some hard-packed leaf in a rectangular shape. Elder sighed; that was his last one. Popping it into his mouth, he chewed for a minute, feeling his mind supercharge and rejuvenate itself, spreading the wave of endorphins throughout the body, as though he’d had some kind of mental orgasm. Burping, Elder took a step forward, grabbing both Pikkon’s and Yuu’s arms. “I’m better now,” he said firmly. With that, they were in West City. Where exactly, it was difficult to tell, because deep in the city the light pollution made the stars and moon impossible to make out; ducking into the closest building, he motioned for the two to follow him, and whispered, “We’ll sleep here, and go to my friend in the morning. It’s only a few blocks away - I just don’t want to wake him up this late at night.” With no further warning, he curled into a ball on the floor and closed his eyes, his body shutting down without much buttering up. Word Count: 1,080[split 2 ways] Uub Count: 1,509 Pikkon Count: 1,509 Total Count: 5,700 |
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| OldNewPikkon | Jul 10 2015, 02:04 AM Post #7 |
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“Really? Are you really suggesting we steal the body of a dead girl, carry her around and try to escape this little town? You have to be kidding me,” Persephone spoke as she circled Narvi, much like a predator stalking it’s prey before the kill. “Gateways to hell, demon summoning rituals, and now carrying a corpse with us?” Persephone stood directly in front of the shorter demon and stared him down. Out of pure anger and frustration that he had caused to develop in her over the past hour, she roughly shoved him against the nearest wall. A loud cracking sound broke through the air upon his impact, one that those who had fled from the nonsense outside could hear. “We leave now, or else I will bury you beside that girl. With a bullet in your head.” Well when she put it like that, Narvi did feel as if he was asking a lot out of people who hardly even knew him. He wasn’t in the demon realm anymore, and this wasn’t Hell. Even if it were Hell, it wouldn’t matter. He would be ostracized for attempting to stop a demon from releasing his brethren, and here in the mortal realm, he was ostracized for being a demon. He took the shove in stride and maintained his stoic gaze at the red-haired, hot headed female. ”I understand, I apologize for my eerie demand,” He paused for a moment. There was a bit of lingering sadness in his eyes now, for his stoic gaze had dropped. No matter where he went, he didn’t belong it seemed. For a moment he contemplated leaving, but he couldn’t go anywhere anyways. He muttered, ”I just want to protect you, I want to protect all of you…..” It was swift, brutal and forceful. The red-haired woman had interrupted the demon with a punch that set her off balance, causing her entire body to fall forward upon her knuckles making contact with his jaw. “I don’t need protecting! Nobody can protect you forever, do you get that? If you can’t get by in this world on your own, you are doomed to be killed. I don’t need your pity or protection, all I need is for you to shut the fuck up and get your inner feelings in check. Persephone stood upward quickly from her falter, rubbing the still balled fist she had just used. The punch had sent the demon on his rear. That was the second time he was knocked down, yet this time it had hurt him more. It had hurt him deeply. He had good intentions, but Persephone didn’t much care for it. Why she shut him out, he didn’t know, but he could understand why he could be seen as overbearing. He wasn’t some savior of man, he was a lowly Jin classed demon, the lowest of the low. The weakest of the weak. He had a working knowledge of things, but he didn’t know how to apply them. He had to trust that the group he was in could look after themselves, that they didn’t need a guardian. ”I see,” He stood up from the ground and brushed his cloak off with his hands. The sadness in his eyes were gone, and his stoicism reigned anew. ”I understand now,” he paused for a moment as he remembered an earlier comment that she had made. ”And for the record, it would take much more than a bullet to kill me.” Persephone scoffed and took one more step toward the door that Pikkon and Yuu had exited from a moment earlier. “Your emotion is a glaring weakness. In the Shadowguard, you would have been executed long, long ago,” she stated that simple fact and turned to catch up with the two who had gotten a headstart. Emotion huh? The demon’s mind ventured back to his time in Hell, to his home. He was looked down upon even then for his pacifistic ways. He had no desire to bring “order” to the mortal realm, he figured that it was best to leave them to their own devices. Yet here he wished to protect them, to coddle them, he had surely allowed his emotions to cloud his judgement. He thought about how the orange haired kid would take him wanting to venture off with a dead body, as well as his companion Pikkon. Persephone had the benefit of hearing him speak, he figured that they owed the same courtesy so he followed the female toward where the rest of the group were. The moment Persephone and Narvi had left the inn, a glowing circular blob of human faces carrying torches and other farming tools had began to circle around the building. Heading the mob, was the old Innkeeper, his wife rallying the townspeople right beside him. None of the faces had any semblance of familiarity, save for the mother the group had encountered upon their arrival. “You two! Get the fuck out of my inn. Leave this town before we KILL you!” the formerly peaceful and helpful innkeeper demanded of the two. To show he meant business, the human raised his pitchfork angrily and in a stabbing motion. It was a sight that the demon feared the most. Mortals united together with their hatred toward him. Only this time, he would share the experience with a Damaskian woman. It hurt his heart to see how ugly things have turned out for him, however, he didn’t have time to dwell on that. ”Do you know where Elder and the others went?” Narvi whispered to her. If they were to move fast, then there would be no way that the villagers would be able to track them. Persephone stepped down one step, onto the creaky wooden stairs that the mob had gathered. The torches illuminated her features with the orange-red flickering light. She had heard Narvi ask her something, but the finer details of his question had slipped her mind almost immediately Something else had caught, and kept her attention. Fast beating, blood rushing, the sound of her inner workings were all that rang in her ears. “You aren’t going to just force us out of here. Not with a rabble such as this. Not with weapons, such as this,” Persephone calmly spoke to the crowd of bloodthirsty faces. Their appetite paled in comparison to hers, however. Kneeling down ever so slightly, the woman had picked up a loose bone that was likely a munch-toy for the resident animal. This was bad. He knew that tone, he had heard it before. He didn’t know what the Shadowguard preached, but it certainly mustn’t had been mercy. She was going to slaughter them, she was going to slaughter every last one of them if she could. Narvi had to try to calm her down. ”Remember that we’re not here to start a war, a simple diversion tactic would do.” He advised her. “I’m not going to start a war. I’m not stupid, Narvi. This…” the woman trailed off as she took another step down. The crowd appeared to take it as a challenge, as one adrenaline filled man raised his pitchfork to a hair from her neck. Flickering light only intensified her deadly gaze. Persephone had splashed the man a smile: the last picture he would ever see. With one swift, accurate swipe of the jagged bone, Persephone had made a clean cut across the mans neck as was her intent. Blood-clogged gargles filled the air as he fruitlessly attempted to stem the blood that squirt from the wound. Before he could collapse fully and submit to the reaper, Persephone had lurched forward to grab ahold of a random womans hair and yanked the victims hair with such ferocity that nothing more than clumps of destroyed hair was all that left. An agonizing scream curdled her blood, echoing throughout the dread night. But the thrill...the intoxicating scent of blood, the pure and utter power she was in possession of was too much to resist. Things had gone from worse to even more worse. Persephone lashed out at one of the members of the mob. Blood squirted from the wound and a deafening shriek from the woman pierced the night. The mob grew hesitant, so at least Persephone had done something right in terms of creating a diversion, but perhaps Narvi should had been more specific on the type of diversion he had wanted. He could sense the bloodlust, and he could see the madness in her eyes. Whatever the Shadowguard put her through still lingered within her psyche, and the villagers would pay for what the red-haired female had to be put through in her past life if the demon didn’t act quickly. He swiftly jumped in front of her with a flash of fire in his eyes. ”Stay back,” Narvi ordered. The sky began to grow even darker as he summoned his Ki. A vibrant azure light manifested in his right palm, and the villagers had to shield their eyes from it. The demon then threw the ball of energy into the night sky and it lit up with such an unnatural intensity that it appeared to have been a cosmic occurrence. While they protected themselves from the bright light, Narvi took a hold of Persephone’s wrist and flew out of the area. Hopefully she would drop the body that she had in her grip in the process. When they reached a safe distance away, he would whisper to her again while they fled, ”I need you to concentrate, where is the rest of the group?” It was painful to be forcefully taken away from the potential prospects that could sate her thirst. But it had happened - if only because deep down, she had allowed it. No demon alive could restrain the woman from a full fledged bloodlust, not with what she had. The heavy beating soon faded once more, and her blood began to pump at a natural pace. The natural sounds of the world had returned to her after being banished for a short time. Gripped tightly in her right hand was the bloody, jagged red rib-bone. After a moment or two of calming down, Persephone dropped the forever stained weapon in the field. “They’re… on their way to West City. I can feel them near a large source of people,” she panted, winded, as if she had just run a marathon. Narvi took note of how depleted the female seemed. She breathe ragged breaths and she seemed just...out of it. It was as if the anger, the madness, the bloodlust, it wasn’t something she could control. As if it was an episode. A high that she had to come down from. Either way she needed some rest, and he did too after he created the diversion. ”We need to find a place to rest,” He didn’t let go of her wrist, in fact, his grip was even tighter. ”We’re going to go to West City as planned, and we’ll find a different Inn to rest in. Then in the morning we’ll track down the rest of them.” Narvi said as he flew off toward the direction of West City as fast as he could. If Persephone couldn’t keep up with him then he would make her keep up by dragging her if he had to. Word Count: 1,894[split 2 ways] Bebi Count: 1,644 Narvi Count: 1,988 Total Count: 7,594 |
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