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Post by Midnight on Jun 24, 2006 21:55:06 GMT
*Rhiannon instantly spots the fast moving form of Sly and quickly picks up speed loping after the begger. The hackles along her back rising slightly as she senses the Hunt almost at a end as she closes in on the fleeting back of the begger she suddenly pounces her attention to bring him down in one swift go.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jun 25, 2006 0:37:49 GMT
* Hands has no time to draw his sword or aim his catapault and is knocked flat on the ground. *
Aah! Stop! I give up! The judge-thing with the big feet said you couldn't 'arm me! Get orf!
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Post by Coriolis on Jun 25, 2006 18:57:32 GMT
*2 green glints and the makings of a quiet laugh watch them both from above.* [Half to himself] Oh Rhiannon.... Don't you just hate it when they make things too easy for you.....? *Having said that, the 'game' wasn't over yet. She still had to deliver him to the Gods Pillar and that was at least a mile and a half away. The beggar still had a chance, albeit a slim one.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jun 27, 2006 17:48:39 GMT
Look 'ere, I don't know what this is all about, but that Justice-thing said when you got me I 'ad to bring you back to 'im, in that building where the dragon-thingy dragged me just after we got 'ere. I don't know why. It's just over there, ain't it?
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Post by Midnight on Jul 21, 2006 20:55:25 GMT
*Rhiannon placed her front paws on the beggers back holding him down firmly the temptation to dig her claws in slightly if he showed signs of trying to escape was tempting but her weight kept him down nicely in her animal form she could not respond to Sly's question and she couldn't come out of animal form until the Hunt was over. Her race maybe at the verge of extinction but still the Lores rights and riturals were to be upheld.*
*She growled quietly and gave a slight shake of her head knowing the hunt was alomst over but not quite the begger could be as slippery as a eel when he wished to be. She opened her mouth slowly and gripped the cloth of his top between her teeth almost instantly letting him go when the taste of the fabri hit her tongue but the Hunt was the Hunt and not even that would make her let go of her "prey" as she stepped backwards pulling the begger to his knees.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jul 23, 2006 14:59:15 GMT
Um, thank you. Shall we go then.
* Hands attempts to lead Rhiannon without actually trying to detach himself. An angry growl indicates that this may be less than wise. *
Beg pardon! Beg pardon! You lead the way, miss.
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Post by Coriolis on Jul 26, 2006 1:13:36 GMT
*Branches sway and leaves russle as the heavy White Tiger makes a move from his vantage point and launches from branch to branch amongst the remains of the forest canopy. He's aiming to get ahead of them and shadow Rhiannons return to the pillar. Although tradition forbids him from directly interfereing with a hunt that's not his, there's nothing saying he can't be visible and 'herd' the beggar in the correct direction....*
*Below him, Beggar and Panther slowly move off as if they were Collie and ram...*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jul 26, 2006 2:52:27 GMT
* They are by this time very close to the pillar. Hands, aware that it somehow will send him home, supposing that the Watchers will not want to follow there him from theirs and desiring to deliver a parting shot, quickly draws his short sword (his shield, which he was never any good with, he had cast aside for speed as he ran from the fire, which by now must have consumed it) and strikes wildly at the panther's head, hitting her on the nose with the flat. *
Take that, cat!
* In the moment of her shock he slashes her left foreleg and runs towards the pillar. As he reaches it he is disappointed not to be transported instantly to Wolfenden, and rather worried by the approach of the two now rather angrier great cats. As they reach him, the stricken panther pounces, pinning him again, and a figure familiar to Hands materialises. *
You again!
"G'day, mate," says the judge, as Rhiannon bleeds on Hands. "In a spot of bother, I see. Blimey, my first time outside that bloody courthouse for more than half a century, and probably my last. Not even a damned beer. Ah, I see you and the sheila have been gettin' acquainted."
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Post by Midnight on Jul 27, 2006 20:42:57 GMT
*Rhiannon growled deeply as she pinned Sly down again the pain spreading up from her fore leg before she decides to go with the urge to make Sly feel pain she slowly shifts into her human form keeping him pinned as she changes. The bleeding becoming more obvious against her pale skin and her clothes. She briefly glances over to the judge but gives Sly a extra tight grip incase he decides to try something else.*
Sadly we have more than I wanted...now what can I use to finish this ritural and send him home?
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Post by Coriolis on Jul 27, 2006 21:33:42 GMT
*The Tiger pads up and takes his place in front of his 'Acolyte' step-sister and her bad smelling prey but to one side of the Kangaroo judge. The pendant around his neck glows for a moment as the stripes recede and the Watcher once more becomes human...*
Sister... My parents gave this to me before they died. It's one of the few survivng relics we have left. It's time to rebuild the order to what it once was... To rebuild what was taken from us... Rhiannon, Watcher of the Coming Days.... Consider yourself the first...
*He draws the Dirk offhand and tosses it into a lazy loop to catch it in his normal downward grip. Almost without warning, He then throws the blade at head height toward 'Midnight'. It catches the light as it flies toward her, the blade flat like a dart and travelling at a crazy speed...*
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Post by Midnight on Jul 27, 2006 21:45:53 GMT
*Rhiannon doesn't even look at her brother as he speaks her gaze focused on Sly in case he attempts anything as she hears the dirk coming flying towards her she moves back a step and quickly turns around catching the dirk by it's handle in one swift movement she brings it's point to the begger a smile appearing on her face as she finally responds to her broher.*
Thank you brother, I am honoured.
*She turns hergaze again briefly to the Judge.*
I think that is everything...
*Then looks back to Sly as she presses the dirk a little harder against him but not enough to break the skin.*
Well almost everything....
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jul 27, 2006 23:26:26 GMT
Er, 'ello, y- oh, 'ang on a minute - [belatedly decides it's a good idea to drop his sword] - 'ello, your justicenessness. Er, she's 'ere, and, um, you did tell me to make it tricky for 'er. Can I go 'ome now, please?
* Despite these remarks, Hands tenses himself, ready to strike, sword or no sword, the moment the chance presents itself. *
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Post by Coriolis on Jul 29, 2006 0:35:46 GMT
*Unfortunately for Sylvester, His lordship the Judge has other ideas. He hops over to the pinned down Hands, promptly places a foot diagonally across his chest and grabs one the flailing arms to hold it vertical with the palm of the beggars right hand open.* {The Judge] c'mon Sheila! We ain't got all day for this bloody Pom! *Coriolis stays a few steps back as his Sister uses the Dirk to make a slow, deliberate cut across Slys palm, allowing a small trickle of blood to flow down his arm. The resulting screams and foul language fall on deaf ears and the flailing left hand simply passes through the spectral Kangaroo with little resistance...* Just like Kaylo had done for him so many years ago, Coriolis places his thumb across the cut (giving just a little michievous squeeze to cause yelps of revenge for times since passed) and gentle holds his Sisters head in his left hand...* Rhiannon, though your duty is that of a healer, the trail and the hunt are the the foundation of what we came from. With this first.... *He pauses and gives ol' Sly a "you're gonna get it!" type of look*..... "Kill" you are no longer the molly-coddled apprentice. *...With Slys blood, he draws a single waved line across her forehead. The travellers symbol for a 'poor man'..* Walk the paths, travel the endless realms and take hold of what has been your birthright all along... *...He takes a step back to look at her, the blood of the kill on her face and a different person from the one that assaulted him with a rock so long ago. The trademark wry grin appears accompanied with a rarely shown humour..* It's about damn time we made it official! You took long enough to get this far! *It's hard not to suppress a laugh at the crazy situation they were in. His sisters ascension in the middle of a forest fire using the blood of a thief and a ghost presiding over it all. It wasn't exactly how they'd planned it as kids. Not by a long shot...* [The Judge] Not wanting to spoil the festivities an' all but this piece of prison-fodder 'as served his purpose and I wan'im out of me realm! So if you don't mind stepping back M'dear, it's time to finish this little party off! *Pushing the 2 Watchers aside, the judge hauls up Sylvester by the scruff of his neck. In an almost theatrical manner, he dusts the beggar off, balances himself on his tail and squints for a moment as if trying to judge an archery shot...* *With 2 looks of bemusement from the locals and a look of confused terror from the beggar, the judge takes a couple of steps back before charging at Sly and launching him with the marsupial equivalent of a bicycle kick. The beggar flying away into the air and disappearing over the horizon with the merest twinkle of the sun...* [The Judge, dusting his paws] .... and don't come back ye damn pom! I dunno', the people that other realms send here. What they want me to do? Build hotels on the seafront for them?!? *...He turns to Coriolis and Midnight...* [The judge] ..and you two. Make the best of what you are an don't lemme see you in this'ere court, y'hear? *... before finally trudging off in the direction of the ruined courthouse where the whole episode began. The sound of mutterings about cold beer and burnt Barbeques trailing behind in his wake...*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jul 29, 2006 1:06:01 GMT
* Hands doesn't know what sort of creature can kick so hard, kangaroos not being well known in the Wolfenden area (not that this was the sort of kick an ordinary kangaroo could achieve), but is sure he never wants to encounter another. He soars through the air over a preposterously long distance and is still ascending a full ten seconds later, a very long time in this regard and twice the time it took him to be out of sight of the Watchers. The first thing he notices as he begins his descent is that he has begun his descent; his stomach would violently have expressed its objection had he put anything into it recently. The second thing he notices is that the sky through which he is tracing a perfect arc (the judge being particular about this sort of thing) is not the sky through which he has just traced its first half. Once he can bring himself to look down (it's amazing how long twenty seconds can seem), he recognises the locality, though not immediately, as he is not used to viewing it in panorama. By an extraordinary stroke of luck he lands in a deep and fully laden hay wain and though the force of his fall is such that he bounces out of it onto the path behind he sustains only bruises rather than the fracture of every bone in his body. The carter, half-asleep and tipsy, doesn't notice him. He gets up slowly (not bothering, being Sly Hands, to dust himself off) and wanders, dazed, into Wolfenden, which waits a mere hundred metres or so ahead. He is still in possession of his catapault, magic rope and ill-goten coins (quite a lot of them) but his sword remains behind in Arios, probably never to be seen again except by Rhiannon and Coriolis as they leave the vicinity in which he last saw them. His lingering desire for revenge upon them is wholly obscured, for the moment at least, by a desire never to see them again as long as he lives (or at least as long as they do). He knows that he must report to Lord Fear, but he must first attend to something far more important. Hands, battered and slightly dizzy but now quite firm of purpose, makes for the Crazed Heifer. *
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Post by Midnight on Aug 1, 2006 20:36:22 GMT
*Rhiannon laughed quietly and slowlly cleaned the blood from the dirk onto one of the very few parts of her clean cloths that was left and passed it over to him. She watched the Judge disappear into the courts smiling warmly and shaking her head slightly at the whole situation.*
*She was now officially a Watcher, no longer the ever watched and taught apprentice. She looked around a brief frown and sigh showing themselves as she briefly wished things were different. That those who she wished was here, were. So many people, so many lores so much of the Watchers race had been lost in one night she had failed her family, her people her race once. She would not do it again. She knew she still had a lot to learn but with her brother by her side she knew things would eventually work out. Though sadly the situation around them called for no immediate celebrations no time to relax and really enjoy this moment.*
*The blood quickly darkened and dried with the heat slowly building in the air. One problem then the next deal with each as they come and you will get through them. She thought to herself as she turned back to her brother smiling slightly.*
Well, we've got no time to stand around and enjoy the scenery, we have a fire to put out, things to search through and then to try and find a way to defeat Hakonatu.
No rest for the wicked as they say.
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