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Mmm, I am so ready for this split, time to load and head out. XD "The feels on the bus go round and round, round and round."
Sam curled his hands into fists, his fingers digging into his palms causing small droplets of blood to surface where his nails cut in, and his wrists popped as the tension from his arms and shoulders tightened to the greatest extent. The scene before him unfolded and the thought of it all scrambled his brain a moment. He was unaware another woman had come up to him until after a few minutes. His rage prevented him from seeing clearly, but her words seemed to drag him out of it.
"Oh.. yes, Kennedy.. I think that is your name. Jaii, and Luke, it is finally that time. Jaii and Rick's mate, well, they are mated now, as true mates. She is marked now and Luke went off and Jaii is finally fighting back." He explained while instinctively, and unknowingly, began trying to gesture he further back form the fight while he eyed them both, and then Rick. He gave her a few minutes before turning his head. "You don't plan of on staying, do you? Whether Luke dies or not, Jaii has to leave, Rhea, Jaii's mate, and myself included. Kennedy, staying would be silly, you know that right?" He asked her with a deep curiosity, but he turned to keep his eyes on the fight and watched as Jaii seemed to over-power his father with each move, but he suffered injuries nonetheless.
Several long moments passed as the fight carried on and Jaii finally ended the years of pain. A singular action to cease the tyranny of a Mad Alpha. Sam almost went to grab Jaii as he shifted, caught up in the moment, but he shook away Jaii's words. "Oh no, you aren't playing the Sole Hero left behind." He went over to him and helped him stand properly while turning to wave Kennedy. "Come on, come with us, you will be happier. I guarantee it." He then turned back, listening to Rick and his words. He slid Jaii over to lean against Kennedy for a moment. "Here, mind holding this for me?" He asked her rhetorically as Jaii shifted from one leg to the other and rested with her.
Sam stepped up to Rick, mere feet away, and he took a strong, defensive stance. "Listen here, you pup-of-a-man. You may have right to claim leadership as Beta, but you will never be a true Alpha. You couldn't run yourself out of a wet paper-bag, let alone run a Pack. You will surely destroy it yourself, if you don't start enough Clan wars to have someone else do you the honors. As for me, getting the healer, and staying, no. You can take your ego and your claim and shove up your furry lil'ass!" Sam then began to turn and took Jaii back from Kennedy and took off towards the garage.
"Jaii, come on, you got legs still, use them a little." He said jokingly as he tried to drag Jaii's mind away from the pain. "Do you think I would let you stay back there? I need you in the car, we need someone to be the air-bag, the ones in my car are broken." He added while rounding the garage's doorway with a naked, injured Jaii. He nodded to Vera to start the little Buick while assisting Jaii into the back seat.
"Oh.. yes, Kennedy.. I think that is your name. Jaii, and Luke, it is finally that time. Jaii and Rick's mate, well, they are mated now, as true mates. She is marked now and Luke went off and Jaii is finally fighting back." He explained while instinctively, and unknowingly, began trying to gesture he further back form the fight while he eyed them both, and then Rick. He gave her a few minutes before turning his head. "You don't plan of on staying, do you? Whether Luke dies or not, Jaii has to leave, Rhea, Jaii's mate, and myself included. Kennedy, staying would be silly, you know that right?" He asked her with a deep curiosity, but he turned to keep his eyes on the fight and watched as Jaii seemed to over-power his father with each move, but he suffered injuries nonetheless.
Several long moments passed as the fight carried on and Jaii finally ended the years of pain. A singular action to cease the tyranny of a Mad Alpha. Sam almost went to grab Jaii as he shifted, caught up in the moment, but he shook away Jaii's words. "Oh no, you aren't playing the Sole Hero left behind." He went over to him and helped him stand properly while turning to wave Kennedy. "Come on, come with us, you will be happier. I guarantee it." He then turned back, listening to Rick and his words. He slid Jaii over to lean against Kennedy for a moment. "Here, mind holding this for me?" He asked her rhetorically as Jaii shifted from one leg to the other and rested with her.
Sam stepped up to Rick, mere feet away, and he took a strong, defensive stance. "Listen here, you pup-of-a-man. You may have right to claim leadership as Beta, but you will never be a true Alpha. You couldn't run yourself out of a wet paper-bag, let alone run a Pack. You will surely destroy it yourself, if you don't start enough Clan wars to have someone else do you the honors. As for me, getting the healer, and staying, no. You can take your ego and your claim and shove up your furry lil'ass!" Sam then began to turn and took Jaii back from Kennedy and took off towards the garage.
"Jaii, come on, you got legs still, use them a little." He said jokingly as he tried to drag Jaii's mind away from the pain. "Do you think I would let you stay back there? I need you in the car, we need someone to be the air-bag, the ones in my car are broken." He added while rounding the garage's doorway with a naked, injured Jaii. He nodded to Vera to start the little Buick while assisting Jaii into the back seat.
Hmm, well I intended Sam to be fairly large in his Wolf form, and that is why he was chosen to work as an enforcer and a Guardian. I am not entirely certain on who is the larger of the two, but I know Sam is built to be very muscular and stout. Whether he is overall proportionally bigger then Jaii, I am unsure.
Rorik sat there after the conversation with Arniil and watched him begin making rounds to other players, while a few other members of his guild were doing the same in other sections of the camp. It wasn't too big of a deal until Rorik watched as Arniil made a round to a lone woman, which spawned a scene and caused another male to get involved after his own little incident with a name gathering knight. As they all converged on the woman Rorik stood, he was clear across the camp, but he had intended to make an appearance of his own at the incident although his chance was canceled at the clearing of the knights. That male was brave, but silly, he could have easily died in vain.
Rorik almost sat again as his attention was caught by the sound of a woman speaking up in an apologetic nature to another male who had apparently been hit upon the head by a rock most likely. Rorik turned his body in case it grew violent, but they seemed to be able to laugh it off enough with the singing of part of a song, and Rorik felt silly in his own mind as he realized what was going on. He had grown jumpy, frustrated, edgy, and nervous. He was nervous more then anything as he turned around surveying the crowd, this massive raid party had gathered two days ago, cleared the dungeon last night, and have been forced to wait an entire day, but why... he asked himself in a pause. He began to swivel his head again, continuing to survey the mass of players, and every few seconds he would whip it back and forth, almost as if he was looking for someone. It continued on, his hair becoming a sweeping curtain behind his face as he frantically jerked his eyes from one side to the other. His breathing grew heavy and his muscles tightened while he stepped up upon the rotting piece of wood he used as a seat. His whole body now would turn as he jerked from one side of the wood to the other, his feet shifted quickly and they only grew quicker with each passing moment. His eyes dilated and he held them open wide, his lips parted and his breathing grew ever heavier as he frantically jerked back and forth scanning each and every player, his mind went blank, he couldn't think.. he wasn't thinking. Even as his pace quickened to the moment of spastic, his mind slowed and body slowed the whole scene down and his body whipped back and forth in slow motion, and then it began...
"Allen.. Allen,.. Allen..."
A voice called to him in a whisper, spawned from his own mind, but unaware to him. It was a feminine voice, and it spoke softly, the whisper was almost a seductive curl off her lips and it grew sightly louder with each parting of his name.
"Allen... Allen, can you hear me? Allen..."
The voice caused his lips to quiver, almost as if he were trying to speak but only silence could be heard, and his figure continued to turn frantically and constantly. People began to stare and wonder if he was ok, but he couldn't even make out where he truly was anymore. The surroundings blurred and people became blobs as he listened to the whispering voice.
"Allen, please... Allen.. Allen, please, please..."
The voice began to grow louder, but it was no less feminine and it stopped whispering and began pleading. It was a soft beg and it drove Allen from the wood into the crowd and he began shifting between people, following what he thought was the voice. It led him back and forth between the crowd with a twitching head that surveyed every corner of the camp.
"Allen! Allen please...! Allen..... ... Allen, please help me!!"
Allen froze to a standstill as the final words parted inside his mind. He stared blankly into the doorway of the Boss' Lair, though he didn't know where he was, all he was sure of was the voice. He listened to it scream in his ears for help, the echoing cries of a woman, the saddened plea for his name turned into a call and the begging request to live. He stood still for only a split second as the voice rang out in his head and then he instinctively called back, but aloud in the midst of the raid party without a clue of what was going on around him.
"Aveline!"
The moment he released her name the reality of the present snapped back into his mind and set him straight. His lips sat open as his tongue rested into place after her name left the air. His eyes became plastered to the ground as anyone and everyone around him stared at him with judging and ill-met glares, but his own was set upon his feet. He slowly brought his hands up into his line of sight and his legs slowly crumbled under him, this caused him to collapse onto his knees and curl up over his palms while staring an empty gaze into his empty hands. His mind had broken a small barrier and released a wave of emotions he had tried to bury. His eyes watered only slightly and his skin grew pale, while his eyes grew bloodshot. His hands shook and his face quivered before a single tear slid down each cheek and they left his face to fall and hit his hands. The small droplets hit, and splashed, out across his palms and he lifted his head to finally look around him, searching, but this time for a present item. His eyes locked with the Boss' Doorway, and the massive Knight of Cold Harbor who guarded it. Rorik stood to his feet and slowly began walking towards the doorway, the players surrounding him quickly backed from his path with judging looks and odd gestures. He stopped just a few feet away from the Guardian, he wielded a massive broadsword and a giant Tower Shield that stood directly in front of him at all time at attention.
Rorik's face was now straight, but laced in anger and rage. His eyes scanned the guardian from his feet up until he locked eyes with the brute of a man. Allen stepped up to him, practically grinding his chest-plate against the man's shield while tightening his fists together and breathing deeply to try and settle his now thumping heart.
"I think it is time we go, move." He said with his deep, low, and commanding voice, but the guardian only shook his head at Rorik and then turned his head to look at Arniil a moment and then back to Rorik.
"No, it is not time. Go back to the crowd." The guardian stated and then instructed with a directional nod to the crowd and a slight shift of his shield shoulder.
"Alright, alright..." Rorik replied as he turned and began walking back.
After about twenty-five feet, just as he was about to reach the edge of the raid party, he quickly flicked open his menu, equipped his shield and warhammer, and then spun on his heel and darted forward at full force. He raised his shield and brought his hammer behind him as he began quickly closing the distance between him and the guardian. The hammer itself began to glow with a deep forest green color and radiated with a brilliant glow that lit his path up with a small green, neon-like trail, but it lasted only a moment as Rorik side-stepped at the last second, just before running into the guardian, and he swung his hammer out and to his right side, and the hammer collided with it's target. The brilliant forest green color erupted over Rorik, and the guardian, but was also met with a brillant series of red pixel-like lights that erupted like fireworks from the guardians shield, all the while Rorik was screaming as the collision occurred.
"Move!" Rorik had screamed just as the impact happened as his body was forced forward behind the guardians body. As the lights died down everyone saw a grounded Knight of Cold Harbor with a massively damaged shield and a bruised ego. The guardian rose up with a growl in anger at Rorik, but he quickly backed down knowing it could much worse, much quicker, if he tried anything. The guardian simply backed away to the side where his guildmates were after they began to circle around the doorway. They separated Rorik from the rest of the guilds and the rest of the raid party, but he only tightened his grip and smiled in a cynical manner.
"Rorik, stand down, now!" Arniil commanded as he stood behind the line of men that wielded all manner of weapons and armor. "Cease this nonsense and we will go easy on you in the court hearing." Arniil said trying to intimidate Rorik, but Rorik only spoke back.
"No, you coward. Stop parading your soldier boys around and let's be done with this, you aren't waiting for anything, you are organizing a plan. You are trying to organize a way to get the raid party killed, but one that allows you to kill the boss, and move on without the competition of other players. You still think this a game! Goddamnit!" Rorik screamed over the hoard of players. His rage now flourishing on the surface. "This is no game! This is life or death! I am going to go through, if you don't want to fight then stand aside and let the raiders join me. You will not direct my life, and you will certainly not try and kill me!"
Rorik almost sat again as his attention was caught by the sound of a woman speaking up in an apologetic nature to another male who had apparently been hit upon the head by a rock most likely. Rorik turned his body in case it grew violent, but they seemed to be able to laugh it off enough with the singing of part of a song, and Rorik felt silly in his own mind as he realized what was going on. He had grown jumpy, frustrated, edgy, and nervous. He was nervous more then anything as he turned around surveying the crowd, this massive raid party had gathered two days ago, cleared the dungeon last night, and have been forced to wait an entire day, but why... he asked himself in a pause. He began to swivel his head again, continuing to survey the mass of players, and every few seconds he would whip it back and forth, almost as if he was looking for someone. It continued on, his hair becoming a sweeping curtain behind his face as he frantically jerked his eyes from one side to the other. His breathing grew heavy and his muscles tightened while he stepped up upon the rotting piece of wood he used as a seat. His whole body now would turn as he jerked from one side of the wood to the other, his feet shifted quickly and they only grew quicker with each passing moment. His eyes dilated and he held them open wide, his lips parted and his breathing grew ever heavier as he frantically jerked back and forth scanning each and every player, his mind went blank, he couldn't think.. he wasn't thinking. Even as his pace quickened to the moment of spastic, his mind slowed and body slowed the whole scene down and his body whipped back and forth in slow motion, and then it began...
A voice called to him in a whisper, spawned from his own mind, but unaware to him. It was a feminine voice, and it spoke softly, the whisper was almost a seductive curl off her lips and it grew sightly louder with each parting of his name.
The voice caused his lips to quiver, almost as if he were trying to speak but only silence could be heard, and his figure continued to turn frantically and constantly. People began to stare and wonder if he was ok, but he couldn't even make out where he truly was anymore. The surroundings blurred and people became blobs as he listened to the whispering voice.
The voice began to grow louder, but it was no less feminine and it stopped whispering and began pleading. It was a soft beg and it drove Allen from the wood into the crowd and he began shifting between people, following what he thought was the voice. It led him back and forth between the crowd with a twitching head that surveyed every corner of the camp.
Allen froze to a standstill as the final words parted inside his mind. He stared blankly into the doorway of the Boss' Lair, though he didn't know where he was, all he was sure of was the voice. He listened to it scream in his ears for help, the echoing cries of a woman, the saddened plea for his name turned into a call and the begging request to live. He stood still for only a split second as the voice rang out in his head and then he instinctively called back, but aloud in the midst of the raid party without a clue of what was going on around him.
The moment he released her name the reality of the present snapped back into his mind and set him straight. His lips sat open as his tongue rested into place after her name left the air. His eyes became plastered to the ground as anyone and everyone around him stared at him with judging and ill-met glares, but his own was set upon his feet. He slowly brought his hands up into his line of sight and his legs slowly crumbled under him, this caused him to collapse onto his knees and curl up over his palms while staring an empty gaze into his empty hands. His mind had broken a small barrier and released a wave of emotions he had tried to bury. His eyes watered only slightly and his skin grew pale, while his eyes grew bloodshot. His hands shook and his face quivered before a single tear slid down each cheek and they left his face to fall and hit his hands. The small droplets hit, and splashed, out across his palms and he lifted his head to finally look around him, searching, but this time for a present item. His eyes locked with the Boss' Doorway, and the massive Knight of Cold Harbor who guarded it. Rorik stood to his feet and slowly began walking towards the doorway, the players surrounding him quickly backed from his path with judging looks and odd gestures. He stopped just a few feet away from the Guardian, he wielded a massive broadsword and a giant Tower Shield that stood directly in front of him at all time at attention.
Rorik's face was now straight, but laced in anger and rage. His eyes scanned the guardian from his feet up until he locked eyes with the brute of a man. Allen stepped up to him, practically grinding his chest-plate against the man's shield while tightening his fists together and breathing deeply to try and settle his now thumping heart.
"I think it is time we go, move." He said with his deep, low, and commanding voice, but the guardian only shook his head at Rorik and then turned his head to look at Arniil a moment and then back to Rorik.
"No, it is not time. Go back to the crowd." The guardian stated and then instructed with a directional nod to the crowd and a slight shift of his shield shoulder.
"Alright, alright..." Rorik replied as he turned and began walking back.
After about twenty-five feet, just as he was about to reach the edge of the raid party, he quickly flicked open his menu, equipped his shield and warhammer, and then spun on his heel and darted forward at full force. He raised his shield and brought his hammer behind him as he began quickly closing the distance between him and the guardian. The hammer itself began to glow with a deep forest green color and radiated with a brilliant glow that lit his path up with a small green, neon-like trail, but it lasted only a moment as Rorik side-stepped at the last second, just before running into the guardian, and he swung his hammer out and to his right side, and the hammer collided with it's target. The brilliant forest green color erupted over Rorik, and the guardian, but was also met with a brillant series of red pixel-like lights that erupted like fireworks from the guardians shield, all the while Rorik was screaming as the collision occurred.
"Move!" Rorik had screamed just as the impact happened as his body was forced forward behind the guardians body. As the lights died down everyone saw a grounded Knight of Cold Harbor with a massively damaged shield and a bruised ego. The guardian rose up with a growl in anger at Rorik, but he quickly backed down knowing it could much worse, much quicker, if he tried anything. The guardian simply backed away to the side where his guildmates were after they began to circle around the doorway. They separated Rorik from the rest of the guilds and the rest of the raid party, but he only tightened his grip and smiled in a cynical manner.
"Rorik, stand down, now!" Arniil commanded as he stood behind the line of men that wielded all manner of weapons and armor. "Cease this nonsense and we will go easy on you in the court hearing." Arniil said trying to intimidate Rorik, but Rorik only spoke back.
"No, you coward. Stop parading your soldier boys around and let's be done with this, you aren't waiting for anything, you are organizing a plan. You are trying to organize a way to get the raid party killed, but one that allows you to kill the boss, and move on without the competition of other players. You still think this a game! Goddamnit!" Rorik screamed over the hoard of players. His rage now flourishing on the surface. "This is no game! This is life or death! I am going to go through, if you don't want to fight then stand aside and let the raiders join me. You will not direct my life, and you will certainly not try and kill me!"
"Pop 'in' like it's hot!"
I am still here, I just haven't finished my first post yet, it is looking to be a little longer then I expected, but it will be up by today.
Alright, no worries, I trust you and your character, I don't worry about someone making a mistake, until they actually do, and that is rare to find on here. ^^Anyway, farewell and I hope work doesn't ring you ragged.
That all looks fine to me. ^^ I have no problem at all with that, and the style makes sense, just try and be reasonable with dodging.
Sam was ready to fight, and Luke's ignorant anger and slanderous command only made Sam want to jump, but the challenge at hand had already been decided, father and son were going to fight over Luke's stupidity and Jaii's morality. Sam couldn't stomach letting the three of them leave the hallway, because Sam knew Rick as well as anyone else and he would surely jump Jaii if he got the upper-hand on his father. The thought alone pierced Sam's own morality like an arrow and he threw himself into action. He picked Vera up to her feet and led her around the corner to Rhea, who he took the wrist of, and then led them both back down the hallway into a corner room and then through an exit door into the garage. He placed led them over to his 1990 Buick and guided Rhea into the passenger seat while instructing Vera into the driver's seat.
"Ok, keep the engine running, keep the garage door open, and if someone besides Jaii or I comes into sight, get out of here, ok." He spoke with a hurried, deep, but calm voice and then darted over to the garage door and pressed the lift's button to open it and then he darted around the front of the garage and into the front of the manor where Jaii, Luke, and Rick were present. He stood his ground opposite Rick on the other side of the shifted father and son, and he made sure to keep his demeanor non-aggressive. The only thing that could be worse then Rick getting involved, is causing Rick to get involved because someone else looked aggressive to him.
Sam's priority was to keep the challenge un-interrupted by outside forces, and to ensure all went according to law, but he knew even if the law was followed, he could live with Luke after this, he would still follow Jaii's command and his own gut and get them all away from the Manor. He pressed that to the back of his mind though while focusing on the fight about to unfold.
"Ok, keep the engine running, keep the garage door open, and if someone besides Jaii or I comes into sight, get out of here, ok." He spoke with a hurried, deep, but calm voice and then darted over to the garage door and pressed the lift's button to open it and then he darted around the front of the garage and into the front of the manor where Jaii, Luke, and Rick were present. He stood his ground opposite Rick on the other side of the shifted father and son, and he made sure to keep his demeanor non-aggressive. The only thing that could be worse then Rick getting involved, is causing Rick to get involved because someone else looked aggressive to him.
Sam's priority was to keep the challenge un-interrupted by outside forces, and to ensure all went according to law, but he knew even if the law was followed, he could live with Luke after this, he would still follow Jaii's command and his own gut and get them all away from the Manor. He pressed that to the back of his mind though while focusing on the fight about to unfold.
Marc had taken the time to just listen to everyone, the joy of friendly faces conversing and getting to know each other was pleasantry enough for him to be smiling and watching, while also surveying the goods of the isle, but when Lyn was mentioned of doing all the work, and the tents were brought up, he felt need to be involved.
He let a low laugh escape his lips as he followed along and joined them, close knit, and spoke with a softly chuckling voice. "Oh yeah, Three men, one tent. That sounds like a youtube video in the making." He joked around and gave a jokingly seductive look to each of the other guys before shaking his head and letting his laughter die down.
He let a low laugh escape his lips as he followed along and joined them, close knit, and spoke with a softly chuckling voice. "Oh yeah, Three men, one tent. That sounds like a youtube video in the making." He joked around and gave a jokingly seductive look to each of the other guys before shaking his head and letting his laughter die down.
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