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Battle #02 - Comeragh
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Topic Started: May 25 2008, 06:49 AM (1,686 Views)
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Jul 2 2008, 08:55 PM
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Nothing halted him as he made his way to the shop, the night remained as peaceful as a graveyard in darkest night, without even the noise of crickets or other odd bugs chirping in the distance. In Comeragh, such wasn't particularly odd though, as the insects had learned that there was often some activity or another going on that caused enough of a ruckus to make staying around uncomfortable. Even to the trained ear, nothing was the matter.
Until he pushed the door open.
Rather than the expected full set of lights and such that one might expect of a shop that seemed as open as the last he had been in, Lucifer instead found a single lantern sitting on the counter, illuminating the shop enough to cast shadows and throw light from beneath the door, giving it the appearance of being open. Likely it often was at this time of night, and whoever had set it there probably had done so with that in mind.
But there really wasn't anyone about...
The light reflected off the various weapons hung about the shop, all seemingly unguarded, casting multitudes of shadows across the room that confused the eye and messed with perception. There was the sound of rummaging coming from off in a side room behind the counter, metal clinking softly against metal and wood, crates shifting across the floor.
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The Phanpy regarded Arleth with cold eyes, obviously not at all pleased with the two choices presented him. Eating the fellow's food to make himself stronger was one thing, and a good one as it would serve him well personally, but going so far as to rely on his help...to actively come to his aid....
That would be a little harder to negotiate.
Rather than comply with either option though, the Phanpy instead turned his considerable nose up at Arleth and started to pad his way across the street towards the building on his own, completely in what little light there was to be had, but after a moment or two's passage, wasn't apparently in danger of being killed.
Of course, if the man were a thief or a murderer, there was no reason to waste something he himself could use at a later date.
As for Arleth's passage up to the roof, he had a few different options. There were enough windows that if he could use them as hand-holds in hauling himself directly up the face of the building. Glass was a rare commodity, and the windows contained none of it, but were also too small to allow anyone to slip through but perhaps a child.
Also stacked along the side were boxes and barrels, possibly empty possibly not, that could be used as a sort of uneven stair up to the roof, though there was always the possibility that they would collapse or break through in a spectacularly loud manner and wake the neighborhood. Considering Arleth's current level of local fame, that was likely not a positive option.
There were shorter buildings near it as well, if he wanted to try to negotiate his way up to one of the lower roofs, and then jump up from there onto the main roof that he was aiming for. It was all his choice of how, really. Assuming the other man decided to allow him.
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Jul 3 2008, 04:48 PM
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I just stood there watching Phanpy as the foolish, stubborn, soon to be juggernaut just waltz off to the building on his own accord. Anger wasn't really the right word to describe how I was feeling more or less supremely pissed off with a side of frustration with utter annoyance to garnish the dish of emotions, yeah that sounds about right. Regardless of how I was feeling about this I didn't want the young elephant to go off and get himself killed by just walking around like that. Luckily for me that notion soon past as he didn't get attacked by walking off leaving me pretty much alone.
Gastly was invisible and Altair was hiding somewhere meaning both were out of range for my voice to reach unless I were to yell, which was something I didn't want to do. So this left me with two options, continue with my plan to climb on the roof or chase after Phanpy as to make sure he didn't get killed. Remembering not only that Phanpy had gotten a candy boost earlier also I recalled that Phanpy did know a couple of poweful moves more then enough to protect himself. Dismissing my worry for my new partner out of my mind I went to figuring out the best course of action on getting to the roof.
Glancing around I noticed three ways of getting up to the roof, using the windows to get footing, climbing on barrels or jumping from the roofs of other buildings. The barrels were likely to break causing much more commotion then what I really would have wanted so they were out of the question. Which left me with two very viable options both with pros and cons. First of them were climbing up through the glassless windows until I got to the top problem with this being they were much too small for me to slip through and they would force me to drop my crossbow leaving me defenseless. Leaving me with only one real option going bad ass to leap from buildings.
My choice was decided. Placing my crossbow on my hip in quick reach I began my ascension to the roof of a nearby smaller building. Once on the roof I would have to scope out the area slightly just so I could hopefully catch a glimpse of the so called assassin or any of Sledge's extra pokemon after that heading to the main roof of the inn was my next destination. My only wish was that Phanpy, Altair, and Gastly all were ok...wait a second who was I kidding? All I needed is one thing...them to not be dead because of their great uses for later.
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Jul 5 2008, 11:05 AM
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Each footstep against the ground rung heavily in Lucifer's ears, solely for the lack of any other source of sound. The shadows remained dark and intense, and were it not for the need to enter the building, Lucifer probably would've redirected himself into their calming cover. As already established, he much preferred the feeling of being smothered in darkness, being inconspicuous, and being away from the rest of humanity. Regardless, he was unable to enjoy such a luxury, instead pushing against the door to let himself into the building.
Everything seemed perfectly normal, too. The light streaming out was no less than he'd expect of an open shop. The door wasn't locked or barred, the area, if quiet, wasn't in any way abnormal, and so there was no reason for Lucifer to worry. As such, he didn't even pass ponderence about what would be behind the door as it opened, expecting to find a shopkeep and such perfectly expectable things... and when he didn't was when the first alarm bell rung.
The light quickly became apparent as sourced by an unaccompanied lantern, and though that wasn't all too weird, since the shopkeeper could be somewhere else in the room, Lucifer continued not to be concerned. Instead, he swung his gaze around the room, inspecting every eerie corner as best as he could, though for the limited light and confusing reflections, he was lost. Lucifer, and assumedly the rest of Innisfree, had never seen a hall of mirrors, but this was exactly that feeling, one in which all sense of proportion and awareness are wrecked. It was behabilitating.
First thought was protection; Security; Safety; Self-preservation. Lucifer's right arm shot reflexively to his sword handle, palm wrapping tightly around the grip, and ensuring he would be able to withdraw it. He felt suddenly more ready, knowing he had an implement of killing in his care. Even though he was only in the door frame, and had little to no need to worry, yet, the unnerving setting was enough to make him settle his own guard immediately.
Second thought was of what he was dealing with. The lantern was flickering away, and assuming it wasn't magical (to which his mind huffed in protest against the supernatural) that meant the person couldn't have been gone too long. Perhaps the shopkeep was in a backroom, or some corner and hadn't seen or heard him enter. He had been reasonably quiet, but yet his appearance did allow some filtered moonlight to shaft in, and the sound of his heavy shoes against the ground was difficult to miss in this silence, too.
The third conclusion of importance to grace Lucifer's mind came as a revelation of self-importance. He was quite possibly alone in a shop he had intended to purchase wares from, and if there was no-one here, then he had the opportunity to sample his possible purchases. And by sample, he was thinking stealing and never returning. He could already see the glinting of blades in the lantern light, and were he not in a state of readiness, he would have begun inspecting the weaponry...
And the third point, as irrelevant to the assessment of the happening as it was in of itself, raised a valid possibility for what else was occurring. The grip on the Claymore tightened, and Lucifer shot a more hurried glance across the room. What had started as normal was slowly becoming suspicious, and he continued his short-term assessments, weighing up possibilities and options, chances and costs.
Then there was a sound from what could've only been the backroom, and Lucifer was set. He had several ideas already floating around his mind, too quickly flitting through for him to grasp securely, but with time being of the essence, he briefly inspected any recon he'd need for a battle, and began to walk forward. His main escape was the front door; there might be a back exit, but there might not. He had his sword, there were various back-up weapons here, and probably more in the hands of whoever he was dealing with. There were currently an unknown number of characters, and their alignment was equally unknown. Whoever they were, he was a Vassal doing his job. If "good", he would purchase his requirements, if they were questionable, he would question, and if they were plain doing evil, he, well, he would enjoy the next few minutes... He was set.
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Jul 5 2008, 03:32 PM
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As Lucifer proceeded into the room, his thoughts awhirl with his mental calculations as to the other presence within the building, how he would react if it were which or what, and whether or not it would be safe to merely take what he was after, rather than pay for it, his mind was understandably too busy to take conscious note of the slow drop in temparature as he neared the little door to the assumed back room.
Really, considering there were no significant fires lit, it made sense for a drafty wooden building to be colder in the middle than it was around the edges, but not with a lantern burning on the counter. Even if only a little bit, it should have gotten warmer as he drew nearer.
But it didn't.
Just as he reached an angle where he could see in the open door, and far enough that he could tell that there was little more than blackness beyond, the cold grew sharp and insistent. A pair of big white eyes with tiny glaring pupils appeared before him, at eye level with him as if he were talking to another man, and the sudden tingling feel of paralysis swept over his face at the same time as a warm, wet, very large tongue did.
Saliva dripped from the end of his nose as paralysis took Lucifer's body, turning him into as much a solid construct as any of the solid-steel swords or iron anvils scattered across the room.
His heart rate slowed, almost paralyzed itself, and his eyes were locked staring straight ahead into those of the Pokemon as its body, hazy though it was, faded back into visibility before him. It moaned into the darkness, grinning happily at Lucifer, and turned to float off into the little room.
"Really now?" a voice asked from within, sounding as if it were straight out of a conversation. "Well, so long as 'e's paralyzed, should be alright."
The shifting of boxes and such continued unabated.
Lvl 08
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"Ye mus' 'ave a lot of trust in your Pokemon t'send one out all alone like 'at," the voice commented as Arleth began to take to the wall of the building, hoisting himself up along its hand-built wooden surface. It was difficult, and would have been painful if not for that he was gloved. His fingers probably would have rubbed themselves raw elsewise.
But at least it was semi-quiet, the noise level being relegated to nothing more than his boots and hands scrabbling at what hand-holds he could manage to get. The other fellow would probably know what he was doing, but at least Arleth could be proud of himself.
At the top of the building, he found himself literally grasping at straws, the all-too flammable material that so many roofs were made of. It wouldn't precisely be safe footing, but it was something to stand on at least, and it would pad his footsteps. He could only assume that it was dark enough for him not to be seen, and he could hope that it was quiet enough he couldn't track Arleth by sound, either.
He could jump now, if he wanted to try to cross the distance between the two buildings in a single bound, to the first story roof of the inn. The second story would be accessible only directly from the first story roof, as there were no other buildings of that height within jumping distance of the second story, but it was probably low enough that Arleth could jump up and grab the edge. The inn's roof wasn't made of straw, but rather of slats of wood, and would provide much better purchase.
For the moment nothing was launched at him, and no Pokemon nor people were apparent, but perhaps they were merely waiting for him to make his next move...
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Jul 6 2008, 08:37 PM
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A tempest of swear words melted violently and yet with the grace of silk around Lucifer's head. He had been bested. And not just bested, either, he had been bested in cunning and stealth. And he hated it. His body protested against his stupidity, which in turn was protested against by the paralysis, and he found himself getting nowhere.
Instead his mind was simply alive with hatred. Not just hatred for the Gastly, whom he would abuse the incorporeality from when he had the chance, but for himself, for being so ignorant. And as little as he was one for the ways of reflection, for learning from your mistakes and bettering yourself thusly, he found himself stood here, questioning what he did do wrong, and how he could've prevented it.
The answer didn't come, perhaps because he was too angry to think, or maybe because he didn't pertain the knowledge for a reply, but without that to do, he was stuck with nothing. Save for rage. He had plenty of that, welling up inside every unresponsive muscle and flowing through his slow-moving bloodstream. It may have been said slow beat which allowed him to cool down, slightly; enough so that he could think, at least.
It was time to reassess his situation. He was evidently now dealing with at least one person and a Gastly. They sure as hell weren't the shopkeeper, and their chances of performing a good deed had hit rock bottom when Lucifer's paralysis was administered. So, they had to be thieves, right? But didn't thieves exist around Luimn? They inhabited the Forest of Arsaidh, there, not these rocky lands of Comeragh... So why exactly were bandits here, without some official of the law having noticed them? Again, he had no answer, and relaxed his mind before he hit a frenzy once more.
This wasn't assessing his situation, this was farmer's wives gossiping. His situation... He was stuck. He could make no physical movements; no hands, no tongue, no nothing. That meant he couldn't use his weapon, he couldn't talk in any manner (which was probably a good thing since the first twenty words he would've said would've all displeased this bandit) and so he couldn't get free. He would have to wait this out, gathering as much information as he could...
Just how long would this paralysis last anyway?
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Jul 6 2008, 09:29 PM
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That voice belonging to the assassin who thinks they can take me was so annoying. Countless numbers of taunts had been spilling from his worthless mouth in an attempt to provoke me and boy was it working. Already I was pissed off, but still I remained silent instead of yelling out for my pokemon to attack. The thing is I don't know if this guy knows where I'm at or not.
Regardless of if he knew where I was or not I figured he might as well know where I was especially after the noise that was being created by my boots and gloves as I scaled the smaller building. Other than my own movements everything else was completely quiet in this dark void of Comeragh which didn't sit too well for me. Reaching the top of the building I was met with dread...I had grabbed a handful of straw.
Pulling myself up to the roof I found that what I had thought was true...the roof of this forsaken building was made of straw. While it did muffle the sound of my footsteps I couldn't trust standing on this place, let alone fighting on this place for long. I needed to reach the inn which held a strong sturdy roof. Quickly my eyes began to scan my immediate area, most everything was shrouded in darkness meaning that I too was unable to be seen that well from the ground. My observations also noticed the Inn had two roofs, the first story one and the second story one. I could attempt to try the epic maneuver of leaping from my current location to the second story roof, but chances of me making that were very slim and the thought of dying by stupidity wasn't on my list. However the first story roof was well in my reach meaning I'd just have to climb up to the second.
Stepping back slightly I made sure the straw was stable enough for my running start, for nothing would be more painful and embarrassing then falling through just before I jumped. Satisfied with what I saw I slowly took in one big breath before sprinting full speed to the edge of the roof using my momentum and all my leg strength I leaped towards the first story roof reaching out with my hands waiting for me to land...
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Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
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Jul 7 2008, 01:17 PM
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Lucifer's plight seemed to get no better as time went on; the paralysis seemed to hold, and the Gastly never reappeared from the storage room, apparently staying with his Keeper now that a threat was nullified. It wasn't very bright, really, as someone else could come in. But, perhaps, considering the man standing frozen in the middle of the room it would give Gastly enough time to float back out and paralyze them as well.
Nice. Lucifer was being made an example of.
The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, and as they did, feeling began to return to Lucifer's body, not in the way of numbness wearing off, but in the way of fatigue, sapping almost unnoticeably at his muscles as they began to share the burden of his position. The paralysis was slowly, very slowly wearing away, starting with his feet and working its way up, it seemed.
But before it could wear off past his thighs to the point that he had any kind of movement capabilities, a young man stepped out of the back room, a solid black cloak wrapped about his shoulders but left open and unclasped down the front, revealing what looked like a silken tunic and finely woven cotton breaches. His hands were propped on his hips and he was all-but beaming at Lucifer, his bright blue eyes twinkling.
His hair was worn in a mop of brown darkness, uncombed, but certainly well washed, and one hip was cocked jauntily to the side. "Seems we've a lil' trespasser about, 'aven't we?" he questioned of the Gastly who floated out along with him, traveling behind him. The light from the ghost's eyes barely illuminated a satchel slung over the man's shoulder.
He flashed a grin at Lucifer and strode past him, giving him a pat on the shoulder that, though it was gentle, made him rock a little bit. He didn't appear aware that Lucifer's legs were regaining movement abilities. "Better luck next time; I'm afraid I got all the good stuff, but feel free t'check when ye're feelin' a bit more up to it."
With that, he pulled open the door and made ready to depart.
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The straw roofing was hardly confidence inspiring in terms of jumping capabilities, but as it was the best Arleth had to deal with, it was serviceable. At least in the area that he tested there were no particular weak spots, but he wouldn't really know until he reached the edge if there were any at all.
Only one way to find out.
His feet made only the slightest rustling as he raced towards the edge, and just as he reached the last beam in the roofing, his final solid standing point, he kicked off and launched himself through the air.
A sudden feeling of coldness in his chest indicated he had passed through his invisible ghost somewhere along the way, but aside from being surprising, there were no ill side effects. Thanks to his freshly healed status as well, he managed to land fairly solidly on the other roof, though several of the clay tiles shattered beneath his feet and he wobbled as they began to slide, until the ruptured ones caught on solid ones and he could steady himself.
The other guy had to know where he was now.
Up close, Arleth could see that there was a ladder leaning up against the side of the building, just above a small service door in the second floor's side wall. Most likely it was there so that a worker could come out and work on cleaning out the tops of the chimneys when they became excessively dirty, and the little ladder was probably fort them to get up to the second floor.
Convenient.
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Jul 7 2008, 05:23 PM
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...Wiggle your little toe...
Lucifer continued to endure everything he had for the last few minutes, for what felt like a continuing eternity... He had no clue exactly how long he was there, but he was aware of how blisteringly slow the time passed by. Maybe if there had been something activity visible to the vassal, he might have been slightly less aware of it, but with no such luck, and nothing to do other than will his muscles into movement, he continued to grow frustrated and develop a feeling of uselessness.
And finally, at long long last, Lucifer could feel something. His toes, they were calling in agony to say that he was free. Some of him, anyway; apparently, the process of recovery was going to be as slow, annoying and taunting as that of the ailment itself, and so Lucifer once again was forced to go beyond whatever little patience reserves he had. But he continued to stand resolutely still, just incase the thief returned as paralysed him once more. It was difficult, but not impossible, and time was now becoming easier to while away, until at last the man he previously only knew as a voice emerged.
Lucifer, were his facial muscles not so stiff, would be glaring with pure hatred at the man. Instead, he just had to settle for letting his eyes show it, with a climax of hate as the "cocky bastard," or so he considered him, clapped the Vassal on the shoulder. His comments in general didn't bode well with Lucifer's already fever-pitched rage, and so he began plotting revenge, pasting the man's appearance to memory, as best as he could.
Lucifer being Lucifer, though, wouldn't wait for a later rematch if he didn't have to, and now he could feel sense coming to his thighs, enough such that he could move around, a plan was nigh on him. He was aware the man was walking out of the door, and not wanting to wait long enough to allow his leaving, Lucifer propelled himself straight up into the air, and stomped down as hard as he could, with both feet. The sound he would make would surely cause the man's attention to revert to him, at which point, hopefully, he would have enough control to bring as little as a single finger to tap the Pokeorb at his waist away, and unleash the Pokemon inside.
Whatever the hell you are, you'd better be able to help me out, here he thought, fully aware of how possible it was that he'd be unleashing a Hoppip. If I can't get the thing out, though, I'll have to duck and dodge as much as I can with just my legs... was his last thought, as he came to land on the floor.
...Bang!
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Jul 7 2008, 08:04 PM
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My leap of fate, yes that's the correct way to word that, for it was a leap to test the faith of the healing that had been done to my legs a countless number of times. If this leap was a measure of my faith then I would most likely make it unscathed, but then again nothing ever worked out as planed. So with all of this in my mind I leaped.
Running over the straw roof was nothing less then terrifying for even though I had checked it random things could happen with weak support such as this. Then came the leap itself, I could feel the muscles in my leg tighten up as I slight bent down and I could feel them expand as I left the edge of the roof.
As I flew through the air the cold night's embrace sent a shiver down my spine, no, it wasn't the cold night that did it for the only thing that could send a chill down my spine would be gastly. My idiot invisible partner had managed to stay close to me, a little too close, but it didn't matter it would be useful to me. Regardless my freshly healed feet landed on the other roof not without making plenty of noise however practically telling my enemy where I was. Without even taking a second thought I pulled out my crossbow and got my baby locked and loaded. Looking back I couldn't see Gastly, but I knew he was there so I had to tell him what to do.
"Gastly I'm going up to the second story roof I want you to go on up ahead. If you see anything that looks like it will attack I want you to hit it with Hypnosis before it can attack. I'll be up shortly and give you back up."
Hoping my ghostly friend didn't leave me and I was talking to absolutely nothing like an idiot I glanced over where I had felt him once more. Seeing nothing I slowly walked over to the ladder and began to slowly climb it for one hand was filled with my crossbow.
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Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
lv 8 The Jokester
lv 9 The assistant
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lv 13 The Escape Tool
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Jul 8 2008, 03:47 PM
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Though his muscles protested the necessity of actually having to move, Lucifer managed a jump into the air, and spun around somewhat so that he was facing the man, before his feet clapped down hard on the wooden floorboards.
That was a sound that might wake the neighbors.
Fortunately for Lucifer, feeling returned, at least a little bit, to the fingers of both hands, in tandem with the inertia of his jump driving his arms down a little bit. It was just enough to tap the Pokeorb at his waist.
The sphere split open, releasing a blaze of red light that, in the darkness of the shop, was bright enough to temporarily blind Lucifer, and anyone looking at him, throwing strange shadows all over the place and momentarily overpowering the lantern still on the counter.
When it cleared, condensing into a vaguely humanoid form, a Scyther shook himself lightly and blinked about, finally focusing on the man who must have been his Keeper. His blades gleamed wickedly in the lamplight, coming to around Lucifer's chest when held in their normal comfortable position. He was shorter than his Keeper, but fairly tall for a first-stage Pokemon, and his eyes flashed nearly as brightly as his blades. He had been cooped up far too long.
Unfortunately, knowing that the sound would bring attention, and that a Pokemon battle certainly would, when Lucifer turned his attention back to the door, his thief had disappeared into the night. With a bag of loot it was difficult for him to get too far too quickly, and he would probably jingle unless he had taken precautions against that, but he would certainly try.
And this way, with Lucifer still in the shop, he would be the obvious suspect for when people began to investigate.
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Arleth could only assume that Gastly heard and acknowledged his orders, as there was no sign from the Pokemon that he had heard and was, or planning, to obey. One might have expected a response from his opponent at the order though, and yet there was nothing from him, not even a recognition of his approach. Perhaps he had gone?
Or perhaps he was preparing.
That could be messy, but at least it would be interesting. Of course, no reaction also gave Arleth time to prepare, as evidenced by the loaded crossbow in one hand. The ladder climbing was a steady process, and was without incident until Arleth reached the top.
As he did, and found himself overlooking the roof, a squeal of pain from Gastly split the night, coming from the very middle of the roof, behind the largest of the three different chimneys there. One chimney stood at either end with a larger one, likely to feed the common room or the kitchen, was erected in the middle. From behind it the shadowy form of his Gastly spun away, eyes clenched shut in pain, followed by just the briefest flashing of what looked both like a shard of ice and like the wickedly curved blade of a knife.
Gastly fell upon the roofing, his corporeality a sign of how injured he was, or how surprised he was, possibly, as he would have otherwise spared himself the pain and simply fallen through, or made himself float to avoid it at all.
What mere blade could pierce his ghostly form? The man who held it remained hidden behind the chimney though, without a sound of his own or without evidence of movement against the cloudy sky. It was dark atop the roof though, as there were no lights reaching this high, and the winds tugged a little more insistently at Arleth's clothes as he stepped up onto the roofing tiles.
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Jul 9 2008, 07:00 PM
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A cry of pain pierced through the sky like a dagger piercing the skin right above someone's heart. The pain as well as the pitch was evident that it had been none other then Gastly who had cried out. As normal the useless shit had allowed himself to get cut, but wait a second what could cut the ghost? Whatever it was definitely wasn't a normal knife meaning my enemy was both extremely skilled as well as had in his possession a very nice array of weapons that I would enjoy stealing from him.
Slowly I climbed up to get a good view of the roof or rather get a good view of the darkness that engulfed the roof. Yes, just as I had expected everything on this roof was shrouded in darkness leaving only the three chimneys barely visible to my eye. Also nearby I saw my pitiful ghost being absolutely useless by just sitting there hurt. Walking over to his ghostly body I was slightly annoyed to see that stupid face grinning back up at me.
"You idiot once again you've gotten yourself injured by being stupid and not assessing the situation. Regardless he knows we are here and I don't see Altair or that damned elephant anywhere near so its up to us."
It was then I lowered my voice as to attempt to hide my plans from my ghostly apprentice.
"This is the plan I'm going to try to get as close as possible to the chimney and try to shoot the man I need you to provide back up cover in one of two ways. 1 I want hypnosis ready without a moments hesitation, if he attempts to kill me I need that hypnosis to hit and force him to sleep or better yet make him drowsy so his reaction time is slower. Or second I want some shadow balls a blastin all over the place, but not fully charged ones I can't afford to wake up this entire damned city with explosions. I can't believe I'm saying this, but you choose which way you want to cover me I don't care which just make sure I don't get killed by you not being there. Also I can guarantee some kind of food reward if we pull through."
The retarded ghost didn't say anything, but he did give off his signature smile, which I find to be the most annoying thing in the world. Regardless it was time for me to make my move and without Altair's secondary backup this I knew would be fairly tough. Holding my crossbow out with my finger on the trigger I slowly began to creep toward largest chimney, however I did my best as to not walk in a straight line. Moving in a more zigzag, confusing pattern would make it harder for me to be attacked by any thrown weapons all the while keeping me in good view for my own ranged attacks.
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Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
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Jul 11 2008, 11:26 AM
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A cry of success echoed in Lucifer's mind as he managed to hit the Pokeorb, and unleash the Pokemon he'd been given. As the light faded from the energy released, Lucifer's eyes were slowly fading back into their normal gleam, but when he saw what was formed, they illuminated once more. At first he thought it was just the imprint of the light, but this was definitely a Scyther, blades glinting and eyes shining.
It was one of the few Pokemon Lucifer considered useful for anything, and as its blades hung either side of his waist, he would've smiled, save for the paralysis in his cheeks. He settled for looking at the emerald-skin being with something he'd never be able to place, if asked to describe it; it wasn't admiration, as the man would never come to admire a Pokemon, and yet it was something close to that...
Lucifer cared not in the slightest for who found him here. He wasn't yet in the wrong, and he had full trust in his self to escape any persecution that followed. And yet, he was immediately running to the door, determined to get out of the place, his awesome Pokemon in tow (once he hand-signalled it to follow). The reason, quite blatantly, was to give pursuit to the theif, and once he was out of the door, he would shoot glances in either direction, looking for the man, whilst also listening keenly for any sound he could, too.
As soon as he could speak, he would tell his Scyther to slash at anyone and everyone it could, but most specifically at anyone with a Gastly. On top of that, he knew the beast would probably have some method of hacking at the ghost itself, and would tell it to use whatever that was, too. He'd find out himself, later, but for now it would do.
If he couldn't see or hear the man, he would take off in the direction he hoped was towards Luimn, since the man had an inkling that the culprit was a thief from those parts... That's where they all are, after all! He didn't even know which direction any of that was in the darkness, but he'd go for it regardless.
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Jul 11 2008, 02:43 PM
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The Scyther darted out the door as Lucifer stumbled towards it, his upper body beginning to gain feeling and the ability to move again, rising up from his stomach and to his neck, giving the strangest feeling of one's heart and lungs being released from a vice. Now if only he could open his mouth wide enough to gasp for the air that his body was telling him he rather desperately needed...
But that came soon enough, and the effects of the paralysis seemed to wear off at an increasingly rapid pace as they traveled further up his body. Eventually he could have sworn he could feel the muscles in his scalp relax. Maybe.
Scyther, who's eyes had been flicking about the darkness, catching sight of a glimmer of activity off to his right, paused at his orders, and turned around to stare at his Keeper with a slightly dumbfounded expression, which eventually turned into a rather pointed discussion; pointed like his blades were. It wasn't a good idea to throw around such vague orders as that when the Pokemon had the capability to kill as easily as to maim. And without an exception for himself, either...
But he didn't fancy going back into the 'Correction Facility' again, particularly not under Beckett, and so he dismissed the idea of carving his Keeper to the fluttery, shiny, red ribbons he had the potential to be and instead took off into the night after the thief, far faster than his Keeper could have run, and certainly fast enough to catch up with the man and his Gastly.
If the Gastly got to him first though...
His muscles screaming from a temporary paralysis and low-level oxygen deprivation, Lucifer took off after the bug, hopelessly behind. But if all went well, he'd catch up to a much less quick-on-his-feet robber.
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His orders clear in his mind, and the both of them off on their respective attacks, Gastly returned to a state of invisibility that left him free of the sight of humans and floated back around the chimney, taking something of a long route just to make sure that he went unnoticed by the man lingering in the darkness behind the chimney. He should have been used to such people and habits, as long as he had been around Arleth, but it still made him just a little bit uneasy, attacking someone who could cloak themselves so well in a darkness that he felt only he should be familiar with. That a human could too...it was just weird.
As he rounded the Chimney he focused again on the dark form leaning almost casually against it, searching desperately for the eyes that he knew it had to have. There was no way a human didn't have eyes; at least not a human who survived this long and still ran around on rooftops trying to make a living. It just didn't work that way. But still he found nothing beneath the man's bangs, just...more darkness. Not even the light skin of the face of one who dwelt in the darkness, nor was there even the glint of a dark eye. There was nothing at all.
Though he couldn't figure out why, that certainly seemed to cross Hypnosis off the list for sure. He hadn't gotten a good look last time, but this time he was for sure.
Gathering himself for a moment, Gastly's eyes flashed before a sphere of energy, not entirely unlike himself, coalesced in front of him and spun for a moment, gathering energy perhaps, then shot off into the night towards the chimney.
As Arleth had probably hoped, or, perhaps, not as he had hoped, the man dodged the blast, spinning to his left, and struck out with his dagger, not at the Pokemon, but at Arleth as he rounded the chimney. His blade slashed along the other man's chest, sending a wave of cold over him, as if he were struck by a splash of cool water. When the blade crossed his chest and hit the chimney, it sparked against the surface.
It wasn't without worth though, as his opponet's crossbow fired off a bolt and sunk itself solidly into the assailant's left shoulder. Ironically, it was a splash of warmth that the other man felt.
And he laughed.
Kicking off against the roof, the man jumped backwards, passing through Gastly, and slashed at the ghost as his knife passed beside him, diverting the next Shadow Ball into the sky and drawing another brief injury across his incorporeal body, this one smaller than the last. The man landed near the edge of the roof, balanced as well as a clown might, and he looked up at Arleth and grinned. "Well played, well played!" he called, sounding as if he might clap if it wouldn't wake the surrounding people. "This may indeed be fun!"
Behind Arleth, from inside one of the smaller chimneys, Altair burst out in a puff of soot, crouching along the top of it and looking down at the battle, ready for his own orders, looking blacker than night itself with the extra soot covering him.
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Jul 11 2008, 04:52 PM
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Lucifer couldn't deny thinking how good it felt to be able again. He could move his arms, legs, head, eyes, tongue, jaw, torso, the whole thing. But, naturally, they were all screaming for attention after the cramping paralysis, and not least there was the anger that burned through all of his muscles; a determination to exact revenge against this thief. Why? Because he'd bettered him, duh!
The existence of recklessness in Lucifer's order was lost on the man himself, as he was merely doing what was expected of himself. And if that meant chucking caution into the wind like a knife into Hoppip, then so be it. He was quite willing to face whatever he could, so long as he thought it through. It was a shame that his body and mind were in such protest, though.
He doubled over, looking after the trail of the Scyther, his breath and heart sighing and thumping heavily from a trauma he didn't even recognise. Who would have thought that having your heart and lungs slow to a near stop would cause them to later want to repay the oxygen debt they incurred? Sounds like lies and slander to the well trained ears of our Morning Star. Slave to his body as he was, though, he waited until it was going to be at least capable of carrying him, before running after the bug and his most wanted.
As he was going, he swung the satchel off his back, and retaining as much a sense of what was going on around him as he could, whilst running and removing a bag, the man retrieved his Pokepedia, before slinging the satchel back onto his back. He assumed he didn't reach his quarry and ally before this, nor tripped up or came under attack, and began searching for the Scyther's page, feet moving with protest, but moving nonetheless. Once he found it he would inspect what moves the creature knew, so that he could instruct the beast like a pathetic keeper.
Meanwhile, he kept a reflexive action hanging in his right arm, ready to reach out for his Claymore and unsheath it at any moment. The Pokepedia the hand was flicking through would soon be ignored, dropped to the floor, and so he would be able to fight.
All he has to do is keep up and find them. He retained the backup plan in his mind, whenever things began to look bad, his tongue loose and limber for any moment at which he would become in danger of failure. Once such a moment arised, he would yell loud and determinedly of how the Town was under a raid... Yeeeaaaahhh... Last resorts are ugly.
So let's hope it wouldn't come to that.
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Jul 11 2008, 07:15 PM
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Gastly going invisible meant he understood the plans and he was going in before me, I could only hope he didn't fail. Lo and behold somehow the damned ghost STILL MESSED UP! Rather I take that back he couldn't hypnosis because of him being unable to see this assassins eyes, regardless the shadow ball was still nicely put throwing the man right in my line of sight.
The man dodged the shadow ball something I anticipated since the attack itself was quite easy to dodge for those of quick feet, but what I didn't expect was the man to lash out at me even more so with the weapon that he hit me with. A sudden chill was sent through my chest, not like the chill that was given when I passed through gastly, but more of a wet chill. His attack had caught me off guard, but it didn't stop my counter attack. Releasing my bolts I was happy to see that I had managed to strike the man in his shoulder. Keeping my eyes on him I watch as he passed through Gastly only to slice him once again with that special dagger of his. After his acrobatic act I watched as he balanced on the edge of the roof.
Well played, well played!" he called, sounding as if he might clap if it wouldn't wake the surrounding people. "This may indeed be fun!"
So it was a game this man wanted. And a game I would give him. Finally someone who was able to keep up with me at my own speed, this would be quite the most interesting battle, however there was one thing I wanted to get from this man.
"Well my friend it seems that you too are skilled at the arts of assassination such as myself. But let ask you, the blade you hold, rather dagger, its imbued with the powers of water isn't it? Thats the reason you can cut Gastly. I have to admit that is quite the interesting weapon and believe me once I pry it from your dead hands it will have a new home with me. Now then I would love for you to meet my true fighter. ALTAIR!"
By luck nothing more my dark pokemon shot out from the chimney landing gracefully behind me. Covered in soot he much more black then normal making him extremely hard to see, perfect. Things were going to get fun now and Altair was going to make that point proven. Whispering I began to order my commands to Altair.
"Altair, I want you to use Quick Attack to boost your speed and get behind him or close up in range once you do I want you to use Thief to snatch that dagger from him, or if you can't that dagger from him try to snatch some pokeballs. However don't allow yourself to get cut, if he tries to attack you I want you to use Crush Claw to defend yourself with. Gastly you and I will provide ranged back up. What you are to do is take aim and send a Will-O-Wisp to burn the man, but DO NOT HIT ALTAIR! I on the other hand will send a barrage of bolts at the man hoping not to hit you Altair."
The dark demon known as Altair my assistant only smiled as his pearly white claws illuminated in the darkness. Before I knew it he had already speed off at the man. It was time for a battle of epic proportions on this roof and my bolts were going rip him a new one. Loading up my crossbow I took aim near his higher areas, chest and shoulders, before loosing 2 bolts at the man. I couldn't afford to shoot near his legs as I didn't want to hit Altair. I could only hope Gastly would have the same sense as I.
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Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
lv 8 The Jokester
lv 9 The assistant
lv 19 The Tank
lv 5 The Pretty Boy
lv 13 The Escape Tool
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