Orpheus

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Poor bby.

Also sorry I wasn't able to post yesterday; I freaked out and thought that we were supposed to have our Calc. exam then since our prof. didn't specify the date of the exam.

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Gary

... *reads posts* This is kinda what I hate in battles. All the action makes me woozy and I don't know who's killing hurting who- BUT THE BATTLE TABLE HELPS THANK YE

Typing a post in response to Ace. Might post it later this afternoon.

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Lol, everyone's being shaken by Sacchin's adorbs face.

Also how do I put a picture in my post? Zerochan's being a meanie. -_-

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Is this the revenge you were talking about, Phones

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Pachamac said I is sad that I can't have Vincent join in on the pummelling ;A; ...he'd have probably egged Gary to whack Haku some more, if not joined in himself ;D

8DDDD Awwwwww cutie-

AkiBlue said
*starts making post before this is seen* ...*starts to erase stuff* *somehow Ace manages to start a potential fight anyway* Dang it Ace! Stop being so impulsive! Ace: "....Whoops?"

I think Gary is gonna get more offended by the fact that Ace called her 'girly' lol

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Posted! Hey guys, if it comes to a fight scene, I guess Gary will really have to hit your characters, but uh let's not go there because I suck at fight scenes yes

School's almost done!

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Accusing someone of mishandling his or her favorite weapon was a surefire way to get a heated defense thrown in your direction; Gary's face went through an amusing metamorphosis of emotions from surprised, incredulous, vaguely pissed off, intensely incredulous and penultimately supremely insulted. "Excuse me, but I've never deliberately damaged pastries before! Besides, if we're gonna talk about needin' the pole to do someone in, let's gab about that white-haired dude dressed in those weird fantasy-ish clothes and how he kept chasing me about stealing something! Now that's a walking danger that needed to be hit!" She howled in response to Luke's reminder, although Sacha was able to retrieve the pole peacefully from his best friend. Gary had to give up since she couldn't reach Sacha for the life of her, but knowing the cutie, he'd give her baby back to her... Later.

Fortunately, the return of her precious item was earlier than expected. "Well thank you, Sacchin," She quickly reached for the pole in case somebody stole it away again then planted it firmly on the ground, her firm posture and raking gaze reminiscent of a sentinel. However, her attention was caught by the sound of footfalls reverberating within the stony cavern-

Truth be told, Gary was more concerned with the fact that Sacchin just spoke. Man, get a load of that dreamy voice! No wonder Ge...

...

... Ge...? Who's Ge...?

-and she had ample time to see the other half of the human group arrive.

Skipping past ???'s failed attempt to get the list from the screechy boy, Gary whipped her pole around and then crouched defensively, obviously taking position as the defender (er) of the imprisoned group. She was already at the front anyway, so it was no big deal to place herself in between the new arrivals and the other humans. The process, from the quick and efficient way she coiled herself to a tight stance to the way she didn't have any trouble wielding the weapon, showed that whoever was going to attempt to free the people behind her would have to go through this fighter first.

"Luke, watch my blind side," Gary called out cheerfully. Odd; unlike her other companions, she didn't seem to place that much stock on the humans they had recently captured. It was almost as if she lacked any real dedication to keep them imprisoned... Or maybe she didn't care enough for them, like they were simply a contingency plan in case something went wrong in a failsafe plan.

But then again, this was Gary, and her cheerful facade was quite impossible to penetrate, let alone analyze.

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Geez, I don't have the patience/resources to keep up with you picture searchers.

Also, postin'. Don't worry, Phones. He won't get hit much for now.

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GreenGoat said
speaking poetically gives you brain damage in Nowhere it seems.

John said
He who speaks in the language of poetry is in a state of sin.

Yep. Gary doesn't have much patience for philosophical nonsense... And she tends to be more physical with expressing her opinions.

GO MICHI! >8DDD Let's beat hell week!

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“C’mon, c’mon!” The high-pitched voice was much too cheerful to make up a battle cry, and its source was the smallest figure in the offending group. If eyes had been trained on this certain accomplice from the very beginning, it could have been quite obvious that they weren’t dealing with any sort of mercenaries (at least with this one, you can’t really call those movements anywhere close to thug-ish). It was almost like watching a kid pop out from behind a rock (literally). However, the trio had a clear purpose and the clipped energy this figure had before they slung the net over the humans was quickly shoved away until the deed was done and their prey was, in almost all aspects, immobile.

”Where is the list?” ??? asked, and the three of them were in a tight triangular formation with the humans in the center.

Then, she pulled back her hood. The moment of cool surprise ambush-

”Redundant, miss Renaudo! It seems as if you’ve caught your cousin’s faulty grammar!” A ringing voice flickered within her head before fading away, an intangible element that was lost again in the hazy black abyss which was her mind these days.

-or something. Whatever. Gosh, who cared about grammar during this time? Anyway!

Gary pursed her lips and then twirled her staff around. She was a petite person, somewhere close to 5’5 but never really quite touching the mark, with a round face that could be described as pretty, or at the most extreme sort of flattery, striking. After all, her bright pink hair clashed with the lively emerald orbs that were her eyes, though one’s attention could probably be taken away from these eccentric features by the bright, even-toothed grin playing on her face.

Or, if one was more attuned to violence, the thick metal staff she was expertly twirling around was probably her most noticeable feature at this given time. After all, the weapon was even a foot taller than the girl herself was, and merely possessing it granted her considerable range.

She didn’t seem particularly inclined with watching the humans, and flitted to and fro her spot to the one of the boy beside her. “Shhhhhhhtttt, Sacchhhiiin! Look at that hommun’s earrings! They’re like, you know, bird arms. Or something. What’s the word? Feet-ers?” Gary whispered energetically before scooting back to her position soon as one of the humans answered ???’s query.

"Asking for information like that, it's unmannerly of a young lady. A hungry bear does not dance. How about we have a proper introduction, hmm?"
Hungry bears…? Not dance….? Uh…?
God!

Before she could help herself, Gary swung her staff forth and brought it down in an arc above the interrogator’s head (they were supposed to be the ones asking questions!). The sound it produced, of weaponry melding with human bone and flesh, was loud enough to scare some toffee bats from their slimy perch within the recesses of the tunnel. Still, she had excellent control of her arm and instead of fully focusing the attack on the man’s head (and giving him a right concussion, what with sprouting stuff like that), she had angled the staff so that it nicked some before sliding down to the stones on the floor. Nevertheless, he would feel quite a sting for hours to come.
Gary pulled her beloved pole to an upright position and surveyed the humans. The girl had answered their question, but not quite. Meh, Luke could try to decipher her talk; she was going to rant. “Gee, Mr. Philosophy Pants, was that thing about the bear really necessary?” She snapped with an irritated edge to her voice.

In but a second, the tension was dropped as she turned to her companion, the one she had addressed as Sacchin, and pushed her pole away from him. “Nope, you’re not confiscating le pole, Sacchin!” Gary sang out a bit silently; only the human near her would’ve heard this declaration.