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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 11, 2005 15:03:56 GMT
* Midnight's comments incense Hands and, despite the difficulties posed by the fire, he loads his catapault, takes aim at her and lets fly. *
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Post by Midnight on Sept 12, 2005 21:47:25 GMT
*Midnight just hears the sound of whatever Sly had placed in the catapult whizzing through the air. Turning her head to see what it is she receives a whack to the head as Sly's catapulted item finds it's intended home. Midnight stands still for a second or two and then a silly smile crosses her face.*
But Mother I can't make cookies, the kitchen's on fire....
*As the last word passes her lips Midnight slumps to the floor. The box landing with a thud.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 13, 2005 12:31:24 GMT
* Feeling pleased with himself, Hands emerges from hiding, stands over the comatose Watcher and addresses her colleague: *
Right, 'ow the bloody 'ell do we get out of this forest? And don't try anythin', or I'll 'ave to 'urt 'er.
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Post by Coriolis on Sept 13, 2005 14:57:23 GMT
*In reply, he receives a whiplash across his bared hands. The whip it self being the long black/white lemur tail, still smouldering from it's tour of the campfire, attached to a slowly reforming and highly annoyed White Tiger.*
HURT US?!? You've already done that!
*The Cat lumbers over to his unconcious sibling and brushes his head to hers. It's painfully obvious that, For Midnight at this moment, the lights are on but nobodies home.... The smells and smoke of ancient Oaks on fire is slowly filling the cave and making it's presence felt...*
If you want to go home Sylvester Hands, Head for the Gods pillar Back in the Citadel.
*He jabs a finger out of the cave and back into the forest*
5 miles that way...... and pray you reach it before I catch up with YOU......
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 13, 2005 16:01:55 GMT
Thank you. Sorry about that, but if she didn't want me to use me catapault she shouldn't 'ave made been so rude. And you shouldn't 'ave 'it me!
* As he runs away in the indicated direction Hands angrily takes a parting shot at Coriolis, but is too preoccupied with running away to see whether he hit or not. *
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Post by Coriolis on Sept 13, 2005 20:26:22 GMT
*... He doesn't. The shot goes wild and richochets off the ceiling of the small cave. Normally, this wouldn't be a major thing but the pent up 'concurrence' magic being released by the fire has other ideas....*
*The catapult bullet dislodges a fair sized chunk of rock from the ceiling which drops like the proverbial stone towards Coriolis below. The Cat dives to one side to avoid the incoming but in doing so re-flattens the slowly recovering Midnight!*
Oh damn! I'm gonna get it in the neck for this one..... :-(
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Post by Midnight on Sept 15, 2005 11:14:19 GMT
*Midnight though can hear what is going on around her isin't quite sure who's saying what as her mind flashes through many memories brought on by Sly's successful hit. Currently she was having to stand very still as Beth a most graceful hawk when in animal form and a very talented dress maker in human form was sewing the hem of a long dark blue dress that Midnight would wear for a upcoming celebration.*
Beth: You know if you don't stand still I'm going to end up....
Rhiannon: OWWWWWW!
Beth: Exactly.
*Midnight siged at the new needle hole she had in her ankle. Over the last few days she had gained many of them due to her lack of ability to stay still. She hated dresses and found standing still doing nothing made her nervous and bored..and hence twitchy.*
*All of a sudden the scene changed. She was running through a forest..a forest not to far from the cave and Hakonatu stepped out of the darkness. He that had started out behind her and some how got in front and went to put one of his spikes on his tarnished armour through her which she successfully managed to avoid by mere inches. Taking a dive to thr right Midnight suddenly finds her self unable to breath as a large hand covers her mouth.*
Hakonatu: All you have to do is give me that pretty little trinket round your neck and I'll let you go.
*A red glow began to shimmer as what was Master Kaylo's gem to wear began to glow with a angry red light. Midnight shoke her head she would rather die than give him what he wanted.*
*At this time in the present the cave had dropped some of it's roof on her covering her face, neck and shoulders and a small chunk fell into her open mouth slowly but surely cutting off her oxygen. A blackness began to fill her vision just at the edges but was growing. She began to make choking noises as her vision carried on.*
*Hakonatu threw Midnight into the base of a tree. His face came within inches of her and he raised his sword..*
Well if you won't give it freely...I'll take it by FORCE!
*The last word echoed around the dark woods scaring what ever animal night life there was around. Midnight took a long cut to her chest as Hakonatu went to raise his sword again she turned and made a step to the right and started to slip down a large hill but not before Hakonatu got another deep cut to her back. Her scream was shrill but short before all that could be heard was the thu,d thump, thud as she rolled down the hill and met with force what was ever in her path. She saw darkness come to her and saw very little more until she woke up in unknown a place with unknown people.*
*Suddenly Midnights gasped louder than ever back in the present and began to struggle to get our from the dirt. She began to panic as oxygen became harder and harder to inhale and with what little force she had turned over and coughed up the dirt in her mouth being sick at the same time. The vile taste and smell made her want to be sick even more but she didn't she strugged out of the rest of the dirt that covered her to take a couple of deep breaths before collapsing to the ground again. Minutes passed by as she took deep breaths and rejuvenated her body. More time passed and Midnight stood up. Her head hurt, her clothes were filthy, her breath stank and all she wanted to do was sleep but the light from the growing fire and reminded her of what was happening before her run in with her past.*
CORIOLIS! CORIOLIS! ARE YOU IN THERE?
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Post by Coriolis on Sept 23, 2005 1:44:33 GMT
*From behind her comes the sheepish answer...* I'm here..... You alright to finish this? *His voice is grave but respectful like a tutor who knows a student is struggling but he talks to her as an equal...* I've tried to make things easier and sent Hands off to where you must deliver his sorry carcass. That's the last I can do for you though. This hunt is yours and yours alone, I can only observe..... *He helps her up and points her in the same direction as the Beggar was last seen. The fire is raging unchecked now and the smoke is travelling well over a mile into the sky above..... A funeral pyre for a ravaged realm....*
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Post by Midnight on Sept 23, 2005 18:30:00 GMT
*Midnight leaned against part of the wall that formed the outside of the cave. Trying to gain some strength. She watched the fire burn for a couple of minutes. It eating what it found the snow from earlier on was almsot gone due to the heat and the ground sounded crisp and burnt under her feet. Tears came unbidden to her eyes and fell down her cheeks giving very little life to the dying ground as they fell steadily to the soil. Watching her home be destroyed once more...had she ever really thought she could save it?..had she ever really thought that there was a possibility that she could save the Watcher's race some how..They were dying...her and Coriolis the last of a dying race. the last to ever live the way they had been taught...the last of a race that needed them and had proclaimed them to be the "chosen ones". She didn't feel very chosen right now. Did they ever think her and Coriolis would save them from Hakonatu? Did they ever believe that they would never have to worry again? Wiping the tears away she cloed her eyes. She wasn't any "chosen one" They had to of made a mistake..a mistake that lost them everything...Their homes, their lives and the lives of those they loved. Her necklace began to glow and she was'nt sure she wanted to open her eyes and watch it glow any more"
*All this trouble over something so small..but even with her doubts she knew she had to carry on..Her and Coriolis may be the last of their race but she wasn't going to let down her ancestors..her family..She had a hunt to finish and she would indeed finish it. With a nod of understanding at Coriolis she indicated the box close by and slowly began to transform into the panther and took off into the trees that the fire had yet to feast upon. Leaving Coriolis alone to follow or do as he chose..she had a beggar to catch...*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on May 14, 2006 23:07:45 GMT
* That beggar was, at present, running as quickly as possible wherever he could go without running into certain incineration. At length, having sustained only superficial burns (which he still considers quite enough to be going on with) and with his clothing damaged only in quantity, for in quality they were already too far gone to be harmed a mere conflagration, he seems to near the edge of the forest: the trees are much more thinly spread and the fire is less than all-consuming. Hands, by this time well and truly knackered, sits down on what for the for the foreseeable future will remain a safe patch of ground. His adrenalin subsides and the stress finally catches up with him. *
Flippin' 'eck, what am I doin' 'ere? I want food, I want to go 'ome, I want to get even with those bleedin' cat-people and most of all I want a drink!
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Post by Coriolis on May 16, 2006 1:29:41 GMT
*About 20 feet away, a FADEd figure watches the prey at ground level. Coriolis had uncharacteristically stayed on 2 legs for this particluar chase but he wanted to shackle feline fangs around that beggars neck badly. Bad blood was festering but there was little he could do about it.*
*To meddle in a ritual hunt that wasn't his would be an error of judgement that would make him an outcast among his own people. It was the will of the gods themselves that made this final test what it was. A final proving ground before a Watcher was truly trusted to handle themselves in the greater realms, before they could truly transcend the apprenticeship of childhood and reach beyond.*
*The presence of Prey but the lack of Predator was making him uneasy. Rhiannon was as good a tracker as he was if not better when given the chance. Where in all the hells was She?*
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Post by Midnight on May 24, 2006 23:44:35 GMT
*The predator at that point was currently having a argument with a rather angry tree that had it's roots wrapped around her tail.*
*Now having a arguement with a tree was not a everyday thing but with the years of magic from the Watchers and then what ever magic had been used since the destruction of the Watchers race had , had quite a effect on some of the wildlife..which Midnight was just learning about.*
*Her idea of using the trees far enough from the fire as her "road" had been her normal tactic just never had she met one that fought back. As she had been ready to leap from onetree to another she felt something snag around her tail..she hadn't realised what was happening until she had been pulled off the branch and was currently being hung upside down tail high.*
*The rather abused panther was rather annoyed at this point and let out a loud roar and began to curse and swear in a loud voice and needless to say very unlady like manner as she tried to claw at the tree holding her, her cries and words travelling along the air to the hidden tiger and the tired begger.*
Oh for the sake of the Gods! This day couldn't get any........worse!
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Post by Coriolis on May 24, 2006 23:50:29 GMT
*2 sets of eyes turned toward the sound in unison. 1 set opened wide while the other closed and gave a shake of the head...* [Sighs] What's that woman got herself into now? Stupid Panther.... *Trusting that Sly shouldn't be too hard to refind. Coriolis made his way back into the forest to see what had become of his errant Sister.*
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Post by Midnight on May 25, 2006 0:02:08 GMT
*Midnight has quickly got bored and tired of trying to clawthe tree, every time she got within a couple of inches of getting her claws into it the tree would move her further away. Hanging some what limply now as the tree looked at her curiously raising and lowering her as if it was a baby with a rattle it began to shake her slightly from side to side at the same time. As she approached the turning slightly green around the proverbial collar she cried out again.*
Oh god damn it! If you don't quit it I'm going to turn you into firesticks!
*This briefly paused the tree for a couple of moments until Midnights nose reminded her that it's friends andfamily were currently being turned into living fire sticks. She closed her eyes with a sigh*
Damn it!
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Post by Coriolis on May 25, 2006 0:11:51 GMT
*Her Brother appears through the undergrowth and visibly winces when he hears her last remark. What he sees in front of him is a rather petulant Panther hanging by her tail and a familiar looking tree-troll eye-balling her with a grumpy countenance.*
* It isn't Oakley, that soul is a realm away but you would be forgiven for making that mistake. The smell of smoking Oaks is everywhere and very strong. The fire is catching up with them...*
Rhiannon? You ok up there?
*Her tone of voice would probably tell him more than her words but that's the risk you take...*
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