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Post by Coriolis on Nov 24, 2007 2:52:53 GMT
*Curled into a half moon, His head spinning like a Catherine Wheel, the Watcher had absolutely no idea where, when or even what He was...* *It was almost as if existance itself was taking a moment or two to catch up with him after the brutal amount of warping Coriolis had endured in barely the last few seconds. The Tigers head groggily raised slightly, a paw smoothing down the fur that had been prodded with Kenji's stick. All this had been for a lousy loaf of bread and 2 jugs of random alcohol...* *Someone had once said "Let them eat cake!"... erm... no... The cake is a lie... Not to mention unworthy of the hassle He'll get from Rhiannon when She inevitably hears about another fine mess He's gone and got himself into.* [In his head] Ok Cori, ye big dumb Silver Tabby... How ye wanna get out of this one? *Continuing His game of 'Possum', the Watcher made use of those finely honed senses He was supposed to have had and took a sneaky squint around the room with His eyes and ears. When you count the 2 academics He'd pilfered from, random maids and ancillarys, the Atlantean and his pet crab from a while ago, not even trying to think about the Forester/Paladin wannabe aiming a crossbow in his general direction... There were too many to simply barge through and disappear.* *He tried to fade. The pendant around his neck sparkled a little and then no more. With a sigh, He realised that trying to phase out of this realm will be difficult. probably impossible for a while considering the portal lag has caused reality to think He currently resides in about 7 different places at once... * *Ok then... THINK damnit! Being turned into a feline hedgehog by a brightly coloured living chicane + Crossbow is NOT in the travel plans. THINK!. The feral fear of being cornered putting a rising panic into the back of his mind and steaming toward the front.* *Well... These portals were being projected from Him. The stone around his neck already lightening at the thought. Forcing himself to relax, Coriolis tried to clear his mind and centred his vision on 2 different places:- Where He was and where He wanted to go.* *Only half controlled, the strange magic began to take effect. The Blue circle once again appearing directly beneath his paws. At the same time, The Tigers head snapped upwards. The fur covering His chin singed slightly by the thaumic Orange circle as it smacked hard into the ceiling. Almost instantly, the cat dropped downward only to reappear above everyone as the fall continued infinitely from one circle to the next and then back. The sight would have been comical if it wasn't for the planning that was going into it.* *The cat was in open free-fall and His momentum was beginning to grow...*
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Post by Robin on Nov 24, 2007 18:19:01 GMT
*Robin lowers his crossbow, though it is still in his hand, agog at the sight of what the huge cat is doing now...*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 24, 2007 20:48:43 GMT
[ModNote: The intellectuals on the KMBS table look dumbfounded (Callimpsest and the others occasionally making vehement exclamations) That is really up to the characters themselves. Please stick to more literal forms of sock-puppetry. ] Callimpsest: FELINAS REVELE!*A small, black Cheshire cat is now quite visible. But only to anyone who happens to be in the Crazed Heifer's cellar. She is also quite asleep. The piper wears a knowing smirk, and has ceased his music-making for the moment.* Slevela: And Motley told us he'd be a tough act to follow. Lanesra: Thank goodness the landlord's not here! Slevela: *Addressing Ed and Julian* I'm so sorry if I've bruised your egos. I didn't think children had any. Be civilised and you'll be treated as such. If not, *she nods in Robin's direction* I'm quite content for the forester to get in some target practice. *Slevela continues.* Granted, this bread pilferer is not Bethsemane. Now can any of you thinking men come up with a way to undo this madness before it grows any worse?
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Post by Julian Lapin on Nov 25, 2007 0:16:08 GMT
Julian internally fumed at the barperson's condescending tone, but managed to keep his own under check. 'I'll think you'll find it something of a difficulty to keep one's restraint, particularly if you've witnessed the first food you've seen in 48 hours getting stolen in front of you. But I'm sure we can at least try to make the effort.'
'If I might be permitted to hypothesise' he said, taking off his glasses and wiping the excess moisture from them, 'We seem to be dealing with some kind of creature with free reign over traditional fourthdimensional spatial limitations, no doubt excacerbated by both ours and your resident professor's magical intereferences.'
'Clearly' added Kenji, eager to make a contribution. 'And that therefore explains the accelerated speed - the momentum, a function of mass and velocity, is being conserved between the openings.'
This was met with a blank stare from Slevela.
'Speedy thing goes in, speedy thing comes out.'
'What I THINK you're more interested in' quickly added Julian, realising the cat was on the move again and rapidly gaining speed, 'is if you want us to do anything about it? That is, if you'll permit us to do so?'
Not waiting for a response, his mind began whirring with activity. Think man, think. Put that mind to use. Something to slow that momentum...
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Post by Callimpsest on Nov 25, 2007 23:57:19 GMT
*Callimpsest has been watching the falling feline.*
Bubbling blancmange!
*Initially quite daunted when bedlam broke out, he now finds it a mesmerising spectacle. As the cat drops from ceiling to floor, Callimpsest sings quietly to himself:*
Yes he's a thief, he's a king But above everything It's the most steep drop Drop Cat
*Suddenly, he realises what he is doing, and stops.*
Slevela: Now can any of you thinking men come up with a way to undo this madness before it grows any worse?
Might I suggest refrainment from any further casting of spells? Evidently, all magic is unpredictable at this juncture.
*Calling across to Robin* Mister woodman, have you anything... imaginative in your quiver that might be of help?
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Post by Robin on Nov 26, 2007 21:05:55 GMT
*Robin realises he has been addressed, and tears his eyes away from the speeding cat, ceiling to floor and again and again and again...*
I think I've... got something... I...
Dammit. Think, Robin. Where is it? Ah... hang on, you already loaded it.
*Robin aims his crossbow at the place between ceiling and floor, where a blur is continuously falling, and shoots.*
Shchwoosh.
*The arrow flies steadily forwards, but just before it gets too close to the cat...*
Crack!
*...the arrowhead bursts open. A sizeable net made of string knotted together appears to have burst from said head.*
[[OOC: With any luck, this should catch Coriolis and knock him back out of the portals' path, in case that isn't clear.]]
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Post by Coriolis on Dec 1, 2007 21:21:09 GMT
[OOC:-Sorry for the holdup!] *Of all the times Robin could've picked, He picked the exact same moment as the Watchers intended plan was put into motion. The net wrapped itself around the Tiger just as He dropped for the last time through the portal in the floor. He reappeared at ceiling height as a flash of Orange erupted from the stone around his neck and flew across the room.* *The idea was for the Tigers speed in to the blueportal would literally fling him across the room and back out of the window that he'd used to get inside the Crazed Heifer in the first place. Unfortunately, the sudden appearance of Robins net caused the shot to miss it's mark and completely entangled him.* *It was with a surprised yowl that Coriolis dropped into blue and was blasted out of orange at a 45 degree angle. A fast moving black and white cannonball with a net wrapped around it. He just barely cleared the taverns sidewall and smashed through the edge of its thatched roof.* *The few drinkers that weren't completely dumb-founded could have looked out of the window to follow the Felines flight across town that ended in a sickening [glow=red,2,300]CRAAAAAAAASH!!![/glow] somewhere behind a distant building.* *One of these days, Coriolis stomach was going to get him killed. Not today though, that'll likely be His Sisters pleasure when She hears about this little misadventure...* [Continues in theWolfs Howl:- Renewing Old Aquaintences]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 2, 2007 1:24:15 GMT
*Slevela glares at the hole in the roof.* Slevela: FOR FUNKUS' SAKE! *Through the hole, a ceiling of storm clouds can be seen [OOC: as apparently caused by PhoenixFlame in 'Draconian at the Door']. Slevela sighs. Owen Vartern the Tavern Owner could be returning very soon, and the chances of him shrugging his shoulders and saying, "Ah well, never mind. You say a flying white tiger did that, but now he's gone? Say no more. Let's forget all about it!" etc. are minimal.* Slevela: Free drinks for a month for anyone who can help get the roof mended, now!
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Post by Robin on Dec 2, 2007 17:18:14 GMT
*Robin is very red and very ashamed.*
Er...
shuffle shuffle shuffle...
...hang on a tick...
*He aims his crossbow at the hole.*
This one will work... I... I promise!*
I hope.
*He fires, his eyes half-closed.*
Shoom!
*The head of the arrow splits open, and a sizeable amount of green cloth bursts out of it. It hits the hole and hangs there, precariously, but covering it.*
It's sticky... at least, I think it is... it's just cloth, but I... I mean, it covers the hole... I...
*He's scarlet.*
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Post by Zeytan on Dec 2, 2007 22:17:41 GMT
*Zeytan sits in flabagasted silence at the cahos that has erupted in the Heffier.*
"Honestly. If you'll forgive my bluntess Mr. Woodsman but do you actualy know what any of thouse Arrows of yours Actualy do?? Or do you just guess and hope for the best."
*Dosent wait for a reply but starts rummaging in his pokets.*
"I think If i'm right i've got somethings in here that might make that canvers up there if not complelty secure at least more secure then it is. Sort of took them from the school before i was forced to leave. Bit of a keepsake if you will....just hope i didn't put them ahhh no here they are."
*brings out 4 old brass nails. Looks sheepisly at Camilispest.*
"I ened up with them by accident a wall nearly fell on me and these and a few dust and morter particals ended up in my pocket. They might as well be used in a building as thats what they were ment for."
*Turns to Malark.*
"Malark take these scuttle up on to that banister and pin that cloth up there to the ceeling you understand?"
*Malark egerly nodded took the nails from Zeytan's hand and took off. he scuttled along the floor and around the bar and then up one of the shelves behind the bar to get closer to the beam in question.*
*Tentevily he reached up with his free claw there was a bent nail sticking out of it and he was reaching for that to pull himself up with. He hooked it and pulled himself up.*
"Just Don't look Down Malark!"
*Zeytan called to the young Mire-Crab. However as so normaly happans when someone tells someone not to do somthing they do it and Malark did indeed tae a look down and saw how high up he was.*
*He blew some white bubbles and put his free claw over his eyes. He was notiable trembling.*
"Come on Malark not that far just put one foot in front of the other. It's a nice wide beam your not going to fall off."
*Tentivly Malark slowly started walking forwards without removeing his claw from his eyes. He finaly reached the cloth.*
"Now pin it up Malark just like you used to do with students work in the classroom."
*Malark reluctenly removed his claw from his eyes and started putting the nails into the cloth by pressing and twisting them so instead of being hammerd in they bored their way into the structure.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 3, 2007 19:08:04 GMT
Slevela: Marvellous. Now I won't have Owen asking about the hole. Instead he'll be asking why there's a blooming bright green cloth nailed to his rafters! *To Zeytan* Sir, I'm pleased that your pet is making itself useful, really I am, but could you ask it to take that cloth down? It's a proper thatching repair job I'm after.
*The piper is playing a mysterious ditty that no one in the tavern had ever heard before. In another realm, it might be referred to as 'that tune from Close Encounters Of The Third Kind'. As he plays it, over and over, the blue and orange portals are shrinking. This may or may not be coincidence.*
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Post by Zeytan on Dec 3, 2007 19:16:57 GMT
*Nods and Looks up at Malark.*
"Malark its no good that cloth just won't do. come on down and bring it with you."
*Malark blows some grey bubbles at Slevela.*
"Now don't be rude Malark. She's quite right the owner's going to think its a bit strange a green cloth just appering on the celling. Juts pull it off and come back down."
*Malark shrugs his claws turns round & carefully snips the cloths free from the celing useing his claws being carefull not to damge the thated roof anymore then it already is. Once he's got the cloth down he starts to head back across the beam.*
*But the cloth gets under his feet and he trips and falls off of the beam.*
"MALRAK."
*Zeytan yells and makes to catch his pet. But strangly Mlark seems to be be floating down. The Cloth still griped tight in his claws is actting like a parachute. Malark glieds down into Zeytan's waitng hands.*
"Well Malark I think you just invented parachute jumping about 10 centuries early."
*He says with a slight Grin. Then looks up at the hole again.*
"Don't suppose you have anymore spells to hand Callimpsest or you 2 Genetlemen *looks at Julian & Kenji* since magic might be the only way to fix that in time."
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Post by Callimpsest on Dec 4, 2007 1:29:17 GMT
*Callimpsest gasps as Malark tumbles off the beam, and is delighted when the mire-crab lands safely. He catches his breath. Were he more inebriated, he would be sorely tempted to cheer.*
Zeytan: "Well Malark I think you just invented parachute jumping about 10 centuries early."
Parachute. I've not previously heard that term. But the Chinese have been using such a device since 1100-and-something. And Leonardo da Vinci designed his own. I'm surprised Malark descended so safely with merely the cloth. Perhaps it carries special properties. Of course, many a Dungeon wellway user would assert that a seemingly perilous fall can be perfectly safe. And there may still be residual magic in the air from a few moments ago.
Zeytan: "Don't suppose you have anymore spells to hand Callimpsest or you 2 Genetlemen *looks at Julian & Kenji* since magic might be the only way to fix that in time."
*Callimpsest shakes his head.*
Nothing pertinent.
*He looks up at the hole, and considers how it is bound to usher in rainwater before long. Bound...*
Ah! I am mistaken in that statement. There is a modest charm I sometimes use to repair the binding of books. Casting it may help to secure the thatching in double-quick time, if not neaten it too. But we would still need someone to convey straw to the roof - someone fearless of heights, naturally - and to peg it with rods of wood.
*Callimpsest's eyes alight on Robin and his quiver. But he does not explicitly nominate the forester, waiting instead to hear the thoughts of the other two gentleman whom Zeytan was addressing.*
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Post by Julian Lapin on Dec 4, 2007 14:35:17 GMT
'Well, I think it's apparent that our magic is pretty useless in this realm without a spellbook to channel it, and we daren't risk doing something daft like setting the place on fire.'
'If it helps, I've had some experience with defying heights and things of that nature. I'd be more than happy to lend a hand,' offerred Julian.
'Rather you than me Chief'.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 4, 2007 18:40:22 GMT
Lanesra: There's an exit in the back room, and just outside it there should be a ladder and a stack of straw... [OOC: ...Conveniently. ]
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