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Post by piñata on Jun 27, 2009 17:37:20 GMT -5
(I'm back. Lost phone service, so dial-up wasn't working. Looks like I missed a lot. Talking like Rorschach. Have no idea why.)
Pinata nodded, even though Jodice had already turned her attention back to Ralf'url, and charged the demons that were coming in at Mammoth. He blew past the larger man with terrifying speed and laid into the demons with even more frightening ferocity. He felt the energy Jodice had released into him, waiting to be used if he needed it, but he would hold off just in case an emergency arose later. These minions could be defeated without magic, especially if Mammoth had anything left to offer in the way of help.
Pinata used not only his sword, but also every part of his body in fighting the demons. His elbows broke noses, his knees bruised groins, his forehead shattered skulls, and his teeth tore open veins and arteries. Once they called me The Butcher, he thought. But if they saw me now, they would realize how much self-restraint I exercised before. He ran another demon through on his blade, turned toward a second one attacking him and savagely bit into its neck.
"I am nature unleashed!" he roared, charging forward into the next rank of enemies, seemingly with no regard for his own physical safety. In fact, as the walls started to realize the existence of and respond to the new threat, Pinata leaped up onto the spikes and danced across them, dodging in between them, letting the demons' own weapons pulverize them. Each time a black hole appeared against the surface of a wall to suck him in, he hurled a demon into it instead. And still they came, further enraging him, to the point where he no longer seemed human, but instead appeared to have become a ferocious animal.
(Trying to avoid godmodding as well, but agree with Swutch... it's getting difficult.)
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 27, 2009 18:32:27 GMT -5
((Not really, just stop NOT getting hit, stop being impervious to damage. Swytch's character technically HAS to godmod to beat Ralf'url because there is really no other way at this point lol. But I don't expect it to stay that way... I guess I assumed that all the characters would escape the worst for wear from this, not exactly just walk away easily... Godmodding is very simple to stop, the simplest way is to stop making your character undamaged after fights and don't give him unlimited energy to keep going after people without tiring...))
Ralf'url stopped for a moment as the goddess formed before him. He hesitated for just a second before he launched his attack again. He staggered slightly, each shot from the powerful being starting to wear him down. So, in his final efforts to finish this, Ralf'url suddenly started convulsing, as hundreds of spines shot out of him in all directions, each like its own separate arm. They seemed to lack the limitations of regular limbs, as they could extend at will. Now, with a laugh, Ralf'url shot spines at Jodice from all different directions, feeling in the back of his mind a sense of fear he had long forgotten.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 27, 2009 22:51:33 GMT -5
*well, Jodice is drawing energy from across this section of the world... probably pushing the limits but I've tried to make her as vulnerable as possible and still convey the idea that she kicks ass en mass XP besides, there are none of her kind or half-kind left (or so it seems at the moment...) that she would need to share such energy with, so its basically hers for the using, or whatever she can wrest from the demons at least :\
*ouch, that sucks >.< hope everything's back in order D:
*also taking reins of Ralf her for a moment*
Lifting her shield and chanting a war cry her mother was conveying through her, a bubble of energy surrounded the Valkyrie, effectively sealing out the attacks from all around. The effort strained her, and she temporarily lost her link to her source, but it was only a moment's issue; she chanted again in the holy tongue, and the bubble expanded outwards, swallowing the barbs whole, disintegrating them. "Cease this idiocracy," she commanded the demon general, "for your fate hath been sealed the day you set foot upon my plane. For you highest arrogance, only the highest punishment; banishment from this realm, from your body, from your existence! Accept your judgment!"
Leveling Natulesa, the shield in front of her, she stopped attacking for a moment, leaving herself vulnerable as the shield collapsed while she chanted with closed eyes, funneling her energy into her spear to finish the sentence. Ralf'url, however beaten he was, would not take this lying down; growling, he attacked her with surprising speed despite his tired condition. Instead of hurling more spikes, he grabbed a very surprised Jodice, his hands burning from the holy energy seeping from her body as his fist broke through the wall behind her, taking both of them outside the spire and plummeting for several moments. Soon, wings like a bat's, blacker than twilight, emerged from the demon general's back, lofting him into the air as he attempted to crush the Valkyrie in his grip.
However, with a heave of energy, Jodice freed herself, propelling her body a safe distance from him whilst she recovered. Ralf'url, maddened and blinded with rage, finally made a viable and critical tactical mistake; he tried closing the distance between them, his body aglow with the blackest mana she could imagine. Recovered in a few second's time, Natulesa changed in her grip on the fly, she let him come, and when it came down to the last few meters, she rushed him too; at the very last moment possible, she adverted course, and the blade bit deep, a clean slice to the lymph node under the armpit.
The general, unable to concentrate with such a wound on top of all the others, lost sight of the goddess momentarily, which she used to its full advantage. Raising Natulesa high above her in preparation, she warned the group through her soul-speak of what she was about to do, mostly yelling at Pinata to move his arse and get the rest of them out of the tower before it collapsed. Ralf'url was the only thing holding it together; with him gone, it would collapse in moments. Then the blade changed back into a spear, and, once leveled, Jodice chanted the words she was told to speak by Enia, rushing the demon general from behind...
*again, if its wrong, just tell me and I'll try to correct it ^-^" and bless you Pinta for that reference XP surprised no one caught my Batman Begins ref earlier o: shamed too T_T*
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Post by piñata on Jun 29, 2009 7:43:22 GMT -5
(Only saw Batman Begins once. Still want my money back. Ed Wood is a better director than Christopher Nolan.)
Pinata was starting to get tired. Physical conditioning and animal ferocity could only take him so far, and then there was hardly anything left. He had neither Mammoth's size nor Jodice's duality to fall back on. In short, he was a lightweight. Only by getting used to pain over the course of hundreds of years was he able to withstand the injuries that had already befallen him.
As his sword started to grow heavier, he slid it back into its scabbard. It would only tire him more quickly from this point. The demons started moving toward him again, and he came at them unarmed. Their surprise caused him to hesitate, and he had crushed the first one's windpipe with the flat of his hand before the others recovered and started swarming him.
So far, Pinata had managed to avoid blood loss. But one of his ribs had been cracked when Ralf'url threw him earlier, and his dislocated shoulder, though he had popped it back into place while Jodice and Caelen distracted the demon leader, still hurt. And now, he was unarmed against a numerically superior force. Someone else had better still be standing, he thought as claws swept across his bad arm. It was already damaged anyway... let them hit him there.
Move your ass! The tower's coming down![/color] The voice passed through his mind, sounding like Jodice but different somehow, and he suddenly started moving backward. The demons that were lunging at him overbalanced and fell on their faces, and those who were immediately behind them tripped over their bodies. Soon, a thirty-demon pileup had occurred... Pinata got as much of a running start as he could, then vaulted over them. Along the way pain exploded up his right leg, and he landed awkwardly when he came down on the other side of the demon pile.
He only gave the injured leg a cursory glance... it was still attached to his body, and that was all he cared about. Dragging himself back to his feet, he started moving away as quickly as he could. The smallest and quickest of the demons, who he could still outrun at full health, quickly caught up to him, and he flung them against the spiked walls or snapped their necks before moving on. Larger demons were now incoming, and those small ones before them had managed to draw blood from a few more places on Pinata's body.
He was nearing the gate now. Thankful for the mana Jodice had given him, he sent vines running up along the length of the outer fence. They grabbed hold of the gates as he approached and ripped them off their hinges. A demon fist slammed into the side of his head, and he felt his jaw break. He remained on his feet, running the offender through on his quickly drawn sword.
The gate was starting to erect itself again. Pinata poured more green mana into the vines, causing them to overgrow and crowd the entrance. A wall of brambles was more painful to pass through than a wall of obsidian, but it was at least passable. He started climbing through, ignoring the pain from new cuts as the thorns he had intentionally put there found him.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 29, 2009 13:36:05 GMT -5
*still talking like him? XP *well, I liked that movie :\ both of the new ones, in fact... 'sides, they had to start somewhere*
The battle in the skies was ferociously reaching its climax, but Jodice's state was turning against her. Perhaps having acquired so much power all at once was not the brightest idea in the world, or anywhere for that matter; having had no formal training, she knew nothing of how to control it exactly, and was barely keeping herself in the form she was currently in as bout after bout struck her shield. This battle had to be quickly ended, lest she lost her ability to keep flying...
Even blindly enraged and weakened, Ralf'url continued fighting, although any tactical nature of his strikes had long since been abandoned as he desperately tried to weaken her; if only he'd known she could do that for him on her own. In the end for now, he was only tiring himself out. For all that he was doing wrong, though, he was doing one thing right; Jodice waited and waited for an opening, but with all of the movement he gave her little. And those that were openings for a strike were either unintentional feints or just not big enough. She'd begun chanting the lines for sealing her enemy some time ago, and even now there was no way to strike him without taking a mortal blow herself. The situation was hopeless, and sooner or later one of them would be too tired to continue; either Ralf'url would drop like a stone with her spear in his chest, or she'd self-destruct with the massive energy influx that was still happening, and he would find her eventually after she landed and kill her himself, take her soul, and that of her-
No, she would not allow that. She would not allow him to touch her mother again; the thought of that made her blood boil, and gave her the much-needed focus to see a falling pattern in her enemy's strikes. She waited, and waited, and waited, several more minutes passing by; finally, her patience was rewarded; a single, tiny opening, in which she would take a minor hit in exchange for sealing her opponent. Not even thinking on it any longer, Jodice lurched forward, screaming the final line one more time... and felt her body slide along a spike, no doubt poisoned.
Ralf'url laughed, laughed like he never had before, but stopped when he saw the smirk on her own face: Natulesa's spear-form had barely, just barely, poked the demon general in the stomach as her arm remained outstretched to the maximum, just enough to draw blood. It was all she needed; the words left her mouth in a whisper, and, like a rush of wind across the world below, all that energy she'd been storing up flowed into him, overpowering Ralf'url's defenses, forcing him back so as that she came off his cruel weapon herself. Screaming, turning in the air, he fell, all of it in vain, until he hit the ground with a mighty thud; the seal pressed into the ground and his body, by now a statue like his under-commander's before him, crumbled into dust.
Gasping for breath as the poison worked within her, she could only smile at the pain. Her purpose, what she had been borne for, had been fulfilled. Heaving Natulesa into the air, she called to the heavens, seeping all her energy upwards into the sky much in a manner as Mammoth had done, and soon it began to rain holy fire. All around the tower, walls were crumbling, or simply smashed to bits, the "town" below suffering almost literal rivers of the substance... Mammoth...
She called forth focus upon him, and dismayed even as her own condition worsened; he was barely hanging on, but thankfully the demonic scum were trampling each other to make for an exit - any exit - as their precious stronghold fell with them in it. With the last drops of her energy, she made for the tower's top floor, focused upon him alone. The were-cat would find his own way out, if he wished, but Mammoth... She was abruptly hit by one of her own attacks, and although it gave her a bit more energy it caused her to lose control and crash through the wall nearby. At first, after crawling over to him, she tried to pull him away, but it was no use; her body lacked the strength necessary now, and the thought of sucking more energy from this world terrified her, mostly because she feared killing herself with it. With what energy remained, she nestled him under her wings, summoned the strongest shield she could around them, and waited as the tower fell...
'Mammoth, I think... no, I want to talk when this is over... if we can. There’s so much I want to tell you, but after we get through this... Forgive... Forgive me for not saying so before, but.... I love you... I know in my heart… that this is true…' (<---REALLY HATES THIS MUSHY SH!T but can't avoid it and needs to get it over with D< )
*Razer products are feckin' expensive x-x*
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Post by piñata on Jun 29, 2009 17:42:05 GMT -5
(Story and acting: good. Camera work: unforgivably bad. Nobody should be allowed to direct another film after butchering fight scenes like that. Although admittedly he did do a better job in The Dark Knight.)
Pinata staggered back to his feet and watched the towers come down for a few moments before his wounded leg gave out and he collapsed onto his side. Tearing the fabric of his pants to inspect the wound, he revealed the scar where the leg had been surgically reattached when he was seventeen. Now, he would have a vertical one going up the outer calf and knee to match the horizontal one encircling the thigh.
Exposed nerve endings screamed with agony as he inspected the wound, but he did not cry out and his facial expression remained unchanged. They called him Pinata for a reason... pain was his lifelong friend. He saw a great burst of white energy, the sheer power of which was blinding, launch itself into the sky and knew it was something Jodice had done. Since she was done with the energy and he needed it anyway, he channeled it, healing the leg wound and a couple of the more serious bite injuries he had sustained. Then he allowed the vines to retract and hacked a few demons who had somehow managed to remain standing to pieces as they tried to escape through the mangled gate.
The structures all around Jodice and Mammoth were falling. Jodice's shield was strong enough that Pinata could see it with the naked eye, and he hoped it would be strong enough to deflect the massive pieces of debris falling toward them as well. Pain from his amateurishly healed leg -- he had never bothered learning much in the way of white magic -- still troubling him, Pinata limped toward his friends. If he could do anything more to help them get out of here, he would.
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 29, 2009 23:53:09 GMT -5
While Pinata fought ferociously, like a crazed lion protecting its cubs, Mammoth watched on, blood dripping from his mouth, the corners of his eyes, and from literally every spot on hi body. He was drenched the blood of demons and his own, so much that it looked as if he was dyed red. On his knees, he didn't move, his hamstrings were cut or gouged, his body was completely out of energy. Mammoth watched as the fight ended, staring on as Jodice, in all of her glory, cut down Ralf'url, ending the chaos once and for all.
As the demons retreated, falling holy energy killed the fleeing demons that weren't dying from lack of controlling power. The falling cathedral was turning to dust as it fell, luckily, as it was unlikely the group would escape its collapse. As it was falling, Jodice lowered down and spoke to Mammoth, who was still immobile. Mammoth heard what she said, but it took him a moment to compute it, as he was struggling in his agony and massive blood loss. He looked up at the goddess as she summoned a shield that protected them from the falling dust, which might have caused enough of a wind gust to knock them over. Pinata was just in sight as the dust fell, blocking him from vision. Mammoth's red-tinted vision fell upon Jodice again, as he finally smirked, a small laugh, followed by a cough of blood, echoing from his lungs.
He couldn't help but feel that it was just something she was saying to a man that had helped her in what they thought were their last moments. Mammoth let it carry no weight in his mind. Despite his attraction to her, he did not feel that there was anything between them that could be construed as love as of yet. But nonetheless, he nodded his head, agree that they should talk, but not having the strength to speak. Mammoth watched as the dust cleared, and as Jodice's shield lifted.
On the horizon, Mammoth could spot a few hundred holy clerics and warriors. They obviously were mobilizing to put up a last stand to the demons, but had come way too late. However, should each of the group be able to hold on, they might be able to heal them and clear them of the poison Ralf'url released upon his death. Mammoth could finally see them coming within sight, screaming something inaudible to him. Mammoth then lost consciousness, beginning his descent into death, lest the clerics had the power to save him...
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Post by piñata on Jul 2, 2009 17:57:45 GMT -5
Pinata knelt down next to Jodice and Mammoth and whistled at the extent of Mammoth's injuries. He didn't think he had ever seen anyone survive that much damage, and he could tell that Mammoth might not hold on for much longer. Men were coming up behind them, shouting. Pinata drew his sword and turned to face them, ready to fight as long as he was able if they aimed to misbehave, but they acted like friendlies.
A couple of clerics started bustling around him, trying to attend to his injuries. Pinata waved them off, saying, "See to him first. I'll live." One of the clerics started to protest, and Pinata placed the edge of his blade against the man's throat. "If he dies, so do you," he growled. The man hurried over to Mammoth, joining the other healers that had gathered around him.
"What happened here?" one of the warriors asked, looking around at the rubble that had fallen around Pinata, Jodice and Mammoth with an awed expression. Pinata explained things to the man as best he could, attracting a larger audience as seconds stretched into minutes. Jodice would be able to fill in any details he was unclear on, but the men seemed suitably impressed with his story. Every once in a while, Pinata would catch a glimpse of a dryad among the men. It seemed that of the small army he had summoned, a handful had survived. However, most of them looked badly wounded. He took his leave of the men and pushed his way through the crowd to where the clerics were about to start trying to heal them.
"Stop that, you're going to kill them," he said. "You have to use green magic to heal a dryad... they don't respond to anything else." He did as much as he could to heal those that had life-threatening injuries, then assured the ones with lesser injuries that he would come back once his mana supply was replenished. With nothing else to do, he went over to where the healers were still working on Mammoth and watched them, hoping they had gotten to the barbarian in time to save his life.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jul 3, 2009 21:55:42 GMT -5
She had changed back to her former self after the tower's collapse, unable and unwilling to sustain the burden it put upon her. She was as near to death as Mammoth was, but without the real fear of it being permanent. Her body, still barely able to cope with the changes that had occurred so fast, teetered on the brink, fighting to keep itself together even though it barely could.
The first thing that poor cleric that found her tried was white magic, which he soon regretted; her body, cut off temporarily from all other sources, greedily vacuumed the man dry within seconds, and then tried for more. One of the others, thankfully, pulled him free, shocked at the mere attempt. However, it was enough; her wounds began to heal on their own within a minute, and the bleeding slowed to a crawl. She would live, but Mammoth...
Inside, her heart ached as she watched his light growing dimmer, she unable to do a thing. It was her mother that spoke for her, whispering into the souls of every available cleric, quiet as a mere half-breeze "Please, please help him. Spare him Death's grip... We need one like him more than ever, as I fear our war has only begun..."
After an indescribably long time, she finally stirred, hearing voices she barely recognized, herself coming to realize she was laying on a bed unknown to her. How long had she been out? Hours later- no, was it days? She'd lost track of time since the battle, since having felt her true and terrible form burst forth at Enia's - her mother's - beaconing. The two standing over her were unaware of her awakening, which was good; she could get more from them than from begging a thousand other students to tell her.
Even as she strained, it occurred to her that all their talk was simply moving of the mouth; they said nothing of importance to her. So she remained still, not even letting her breathing change. The last thing she needed was more people hovering around her, ignoring the problems of the other three.
So she was in an infirmary, again; the magic she sensed was nearly pure-white, though a small touch of green and other colors were about as well. Taking a moment, she prayed silently for the others, and that they would make swifter recoveries than she was. Even now she felt her body groan against the weight it was supporting, knew she would be forced to make a decision soon as to whether she could continue this life any longer, whether her feelings were real or just a buildup of the stress she'd been having... such a headache she had, and yet couldn't even peep if she ever wanted silence...
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Post by The Mammoth on Jul 4, 2009 20:09:25 GMT -5
Pain... Darkness... Mammoth couldn't make out the voices around him, but he could tell that they were not of his friends. The last thing he remembered was Jodice flying over to him. He couldn't see, likely because he hadn't the strength to open his eyes. The sounds around him, coming into focus as he tried as he might to hear them, were those he didn't recognize. He was in agony, and finally a rumbling groan left his lungs as his eyes began to open. A calm sounding voice rang out next to his head, coming from right beside him. Her voice was kind, but high pitched, and Mammoth being in such pain, found it all the more painful as it pierced his ears like needles. She told him to calm down, that he was in an infirmary in Gallic, a town a few miles from the battlefield. His eyes focused on the young preistess, and the numerous holy soldiers that had gathered around him as he began to awake. She laid her hand on his arm, trying to calm Mammoth as he began to struggle to sit up.
"Hey, you nearly died, just rest for a while..."
"Where..." Mammoth gasped out, his pain apparent.
"Your friends are in the two rooms next to you, we're making sure you all heal up." She responded.
Mammoth calmed and rested his head back on his pillow. He closed his eyes, and sighed out, his body still weak and tortured from the punishment it endured.
"You're quite the warrior." She said, "That much blood loss should have killed you, not to mention your wounds. A few of our clerics nearly lost their lives saving you. They are recovering with some rest, but it took a lot to keep you going."
Mammoth lightly nodded, finally muttering out, weakly, "How... long..."
She sighed, "about a day, its amazing you're awake so soon. We'll keep watch over you until you're able to go out again." She paused, "My name is Ferris, if you need something, either myself or Gyrda are taking shifts making sure you stay stable. We're clerics of the Holy Order of the Valiant."
Mammoth nodded, before falling back asleep.
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He awoke again, in less pain than before. This time opening his eyes and speaking came easier. Nobody was around, just a cleric with her back to him. Mammoth groaned as he lifted himself into an upright position. The woman turned around and gasped, rushing to his side. It was Ferris again. She yelled to him, "Gosh! You're gonna tear open your wounds again doing things like that!"
She rushed over and helped him sit up. Mammoth grinned, a small chuckle, followed by a grunt of pain as he quickly stopped laughing escaped his mouth. She watched him closely as he let out his breath, observing the room, then looking at her.
"I'll live..." Mammoth said, another smile cracking his face. She smiled, turned around, and grabbed a plate with a sandwich and some fruit. A glass of what looked like water, but was an off color of green, sat next to the plate.
"Hungry?" She asked, offering out the plate.
Mammoth nodded, "Starving..." He responded, slowly reaching out and taking the plate of food, and the drink. He paused, looking at it for a moment.
"It's tea." She said.
Mammoth nodded, and bit into the sandwich. He hoped he could keep the meal down with all the trauma to his body. He only took a few bites, but downed the whole cup of tea. It tasted like citrus, possibly masking the well water flavor. The water tasted like it was full of iron, which probably explained using tea. Mammoth paused and looked up, hearing what sounded like Pinata, talking in the other room. It sounded like he was hitting on the clerics. Mammoth chuckled, before stopping again from the pain, shaking his head that he did that again...
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Post by Da Pwny on Jul 10, 2009 6:24:30 GMT -5
*waitin' for an invitation, Pinta? or your net going screwy too? >.<*
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Post by The Mammoth on Jul 10, 2009 7:53:46 GMT -5
((He's got writers block, so he said, and you could post too!))
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Post by piñata on Jul 10, 2009 11:02:20 GMT -5
Pinata's injuries had mostly healed. His leg had gone untreated long enough that it had developed an infection, but the clerics were working on getting rid of that and he was ambulatory when they let him get up. He had stopped in and visited Jodice and Mammoth earlier, but neither of them had been awake.
He wondered what might become of them. It was pretty obvious what they felt for each other, but neither one seemed willing to admit it. He hoped they would find happiness now that Ralf'url had been defeated. For his part, he would have to leave this plane for a few weeks and sort out some things relating to Wolfe's death... there were people who needed to be informed, and precautions that needed to be taken to prevent the things he had been working on from falling by the wayside. But after that, he hoped to return.
While he flirted with a couple of the female clerics, he heard Mammoth's deep voice from beyond the wall to his right. He was encouraged by the fact that the most grievously injured member of the party was awake again so soon... it likely meant that he would survive. He would have to go over and say hello in a few minutes... but first, he would let Mammoth talk to the cleric that was in there with him, and eat and drink if he wanted to.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jul 11, 2009 7:38:55 GMT -5
When she finally had the strength to, Jodice sat up. Most of her muscles still protested the action, but after having died and came back to life, that was minor. Kyla's black-gold assassin grays, along with her own armor, were both in tatters, she observed; between the battles beforehand and her transformation into a true goddess, the events from the past few days had reduced most everything to shreds, and would barely cover her as they were. Pinata would surely have a snide - and likely racy - comment on this development. They resided by her bedside, possibly because they though she might seek to repair or replace them. In place of those, the infirmary staff clothed her in simple articles, meant to be loose on her body for easy access and removal in the case of examinations and the like.
She was thankful for that; they came off without much protest, and with no one else in the room she felt comfortable standing in her nakedness in front of the mirror, though she did check the door just to make sure no one was coming in her direction. She inspected the area where Ralf'url's warscythe had shish-kabobbed her; all that remained was an ugly scar, and although a dark aura leaked from it still, all demonic energy had left along with its master. Remembering her body coated in armor of that brilliant shade, she concentrated upon herself, seeing exactly what she wanted to see... Mere seconds later, Jodice was wearing armor, seemingly woven from the air around her, nearly identical to the kind she'd had in her transformed state, except fitted to her "human" body.
Another few seconds and some imagination, and she was wearing a eloquently-designed dress, mimicking the same style as the armor but in cloth instead of godsteel. Again, she repeated the process, and finally had a set of clothes she was at ease with; a loosely-fit assassin's garb in a light gray-green color, a red-gold dragon pattern winding its way around from the bottom to the top. Talk about a full wardrobe! Bet I'd be the envy of every adolescent girl who's stood in front of her closet deciding what to wear, if they heard about this.
With a mere thought, the dragon stitching was gone. And then back again. And then gone. It was like child's play, and she'd figured it out on her own. A smug satisfaction came over her, but she didn't let it get to her head. The world was calling to her, but then she remembered her promise.
She felt restrained, like a dog on a leash, just wanting to leave. Still... that thing she'd said to him... Did she believe it? Did she want to believe it? Ugh... her legs began itching, aching to stretch again. She wanted to bolt, but what of her promise? Was it best just to leave, to not say goodbye?
No, that was stupid. A lot had happened; to not at least say goodbye would be a horrible insult. She changed the clothes again, this time allowing them to take on a plainer appearance, though some of the flamboyancy from before still showed; twisted gold branches crept along the green dress like ivy, especially near the curves. It almost offset her deadly pale skin... She broke out crying all of a sudden, realizing how beautiful she would have looked, if not for her scarred, ugly skin... It was silly, of course; a warrior did not need outward beauty, as theirs came from the dances they learned for war and the death and destruction they caused their enemies.
Still, she was barely a woman, and now all of this responsibility and power had been thrust upon her, not to mention she'd lost a dear friend in the process; for her heart, it was too much. She fell back on the bed, trying to shut the crying out in vain, though she did manage to reduce it to sobs and sniffles.
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Post by The Mammoth on Jul 12, 2009 6:09:58 GMT -5
Mammoth was sitting there for a while, listening to the bustling of the infirmary. Before long, Mammoth said he was done with the food, thanking Ferris. He then said something she didn't expect:
"Help me try and stand."
Mammoth was soon surrounded by a few large clerics, who were prepared to grab him should they need to. He slowly pulled himself upright completely, and twisted his legs off to the side of the bed. Everything was screaming for him to stop moving, his muscles were not wishing for all this movement. But, Mammoth didn't care. He hated the feeling of being weak, and he would stand on his own two feet. With a few clerics ready by his side, and bracing him as he lifted himself up, Mammoth, slowly but surely, rose to his feet. All of the clerics were completely surprised that, after sustaining such damage, he could be standing.
Mammoth slowly, grabbing a crutch to walk and use to lean on, began moving. Most everyone in the room was completely shocked, before finally, after a few minutes, moving on.
"I'm goin' for some air." Mammoth said, slowly walking out of the room. His gear was on the floor as he exited, looking to be in surprisingly good shape. He didn't stop to check on it, he only walked by it. His pace was terrible, but he was moving. Upon finally reaching the doorway. He stopped to catch his breath. The pain caused by every step was awful. He almost had to hold his breath to keep going. So, upon catching his breath, he began walking again. Once into the main room, he paused, hearing Pinata a room over still going on. But, hearing crying in the second room, the one next to his, a voice that sounded like Jodice's stopped his movement.
He turned, and made his way to the door, by the time he got there, all he could hear was sniffles. He looked down at himself, checking to make sure he was clothed downstairs, something he didn't do before he started walking, which could have been why they were in shock if they looked down, he laughed to himself at his joke before stopping suddenly from the pain again. Finally, he knocked on the door.
"Come on, no time for cryin'." He said with a slight comical tone, hoping it would quell the tears, and hoping that it was indeed Jodice behind the door.
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