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meg_evonne:
In amazing perfect Skywalker form, I spun the lightsabre full circle, brandishing it, and the knight stopped so fast he sent water from a puddle up and it steamed as it struck the activated weapon. The six eyed THING slid out of control and its nose pinged against the lightsabre's path, it growled in pain and backed cautiously away.
"Not so fast, Wildflower Knight." For emphasis I stepped forward. The knight and the THING backed up a pace, which was heartening. I didn't push it by taking another step. I needed time to think, never exactly my strong point, so I needed a fair chunk of time. I was damn sure these two were not going to let me slip into the night, they'd be after me immediately OR they'd come after me when I wasn't prepared.
"This weapon that you claim I took was a gift from a friend. I've only had it a short time and I'm pretty sure you want the person who actually lifted it from Wildfire, right?"
"The one who stole the light-sword must face the consequences of the Justice of Wildfire."
"Right, so you want her. I'm an innocent in this, do you hear? I propose we meet here tomorrow night at this exact time. I vow, upon my honor--" I struggled to sound official and noticed the two street signs behind the knight illuminated in the street light through the rain, "as Knight of Addison & Clark, to be here with this weapon and the person who stole it and release both to you to answer to those charges."
I was going to kill Debbie, absolutely without question, I was going to kill her. She'd looked suspicious when she'd carelessly left it behind in my bedroom and now I knew that it wasn't so "carelessly" left. Damn her and her antiquity dealings in parallel worlds. I just hoped I could find her in time. If she was on the run, it wouldn't be easy, especially if she had shifted to a parallel world. If she'd left the lightsabre as a decoy to get them to come after me, she was on the run with something even more valuable, something that this Knight knew nothing about. SomeONE probably bigger and meaner than these two was watching and waiting. I swore that this time, I'd hand them Debbie's head on a platter and hightail it out of Dodge.
Qualapec:
--- Quote ---If she'd left the lightsabre as a decoy to get them to come after me, she was on the run with something even more valuable, something that this Knight knew nothing about. SomeONE probably bigger and meaner than these two was watching and waiting. I swore that this time, I'd hand them Debbie's head on a platter and hightail it out of Dodge
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It was a great plan. In theory. First I needed to get away from the neanderthall and his pooch. Which, in and of itself was going to be difficult. I may have had a wicked powerful weapon that could slice through that chain mail, but really my only experience with swords of any kind was a fencing class I took in fifth grade. But it would cut through anything, and that sounded like a winning-
...What the hell? Before my very eyes, the THING stalked over to the severed hand that lay on the soaking concrete. It stared at it for a moment of hesitation, before picking it up viciously in it's mouth and swallowing it whole like a bird, mail and all. I was pondering how painful it must have been as the streetlight above flickered. Something warm and prickly brushed against my cold skin. Like a balmy breeze. The streetlight reluctantly flickered back to life...and the knight's hand was back...Right where it should have been. Not even the armor showed the signs of melting off.
"It is in your possession, you are guilty despite your involvement in the theft." He said in that same monotonous voice, "You shall face your punishment. Now, will you lay down your weapon and ride on the Messenger Hound, or shall you insist on loss and ride in it?"
meg_evonne:
"It is in your possession, you are guilty despite your involvement in the theft." He said in that same monotonous voice, "You shall face your punishment. Now, will you lay down your weapon and ride on the Messenger Hound, or shall you insist on loss and ride in it?" quote Qualapec
*Really cool with the hand bit... :-)*
Plan B.. Bizerko mode, my forte anyway....
5th Grade fencing aside, my time playing Star Wars must have worn off. I attacked with fury, the saber whirled over head as if it was choreographing the movement itself. They backed off fast, but I was faster. I swept the saber in an arch chopping through the knight's other hand and in the returning motion slashed at the three foot thick trunk of an oak tree beside us. I swept back, missing the knight who retreated quickly, stumbling over the same pot hole I had previously. The six eyed THING snarled but I sliced through two of it's legs and it collapsed at my feet. Again on the return motion I swiped the tree trunk with the 2nd lumberjack angled cut and the tree crashed downwards. The knight screamed but I wasn't done yet. Rather than returning the stroke towards the two I let the arch carry it over my head, brought it down in classic fencing style and jabbed through the two middle eyes of the messenger beast, impaling what I assumed was it's brain.
As the tree fell down on the knight, I used my other hand, avoiding the lightsaber and snagged up the beast. It was heavy and not moving, thank goodness. I could have killed the knight, but whatever had sent one knight might send 10 the next time around. I waited only a few seconds to make sure the knight was down for the count for a least several minutes and then turned, beast in hand, and ran through the rain, splashing through the rain puddles and patches of street lights on the sidewalk, and turned sharply into the Red Line stop and bounded up the stairs to the train platform above. I managed to catch the train as the doors were closing and it headed south.
The locals in the car took one look at the flaming lightsaber and the dead beastie, that thankfully wasn't bleeding, I must have cauterized the veins as I had impaled it, and they shifted to another car. I was too keyed up to sit down and I watched the buildings flash by. If I wanted out of this I needed to find Debbie and to find her I needed a certain item I'd deposited at the magic pawn shop, near the university. I needit to get rent money. I rechecked the beast to make sure it was still dead, I'd stab it again if it even twitched. Hopefully, the pawn shop owner would let me trade one worn messenger beast that could rejuvenate body parts for the device I'd hawked (help spelling?).
With the few minutes left before the train reached the station I needed, I wondered if I'd remembered to set the Tivo to record House.
GWiz:
--- Quote from: meg_evonne on February 27, 2008, 01:08:03 AM ---With the few minutes left before the train reached the station I needed, I wondered if I'd remembered to set the Tivo to record House.
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Slimy Paul’s sits on Market and 8th streets. It’s not really called Slimy Paul’s; the name is, creatively, Pawn World. Those of us in the know call it Slimy Paul’s in dubious honor of the current proprietor, Paul Watanabe. We call Paul Slimy in dubious honor of the fact that, should you be unfortunate enough to catch sight of him un-Doubled, you’d see that he was…….well, rather slimy. And kinda smelly. None of which really mattered right now, ‘cause I needed to see him, regardless of form, pretty badly.
I’d managed to turn off the lightsaber and stuff it into my belt without pruning anything off accidentally. The rest of my impromptu train ride was fairly uneventful, and I made it to the Market Street station without anything attacking me. I was wondering how I was gonna pull off dragging the carcass of the messenger beast without attracting the attention of the party going public that inhabited downtown on a Friday night. I was just getting ready to fake a foo-doggish stole when the lights in my lonely car went dim, then out completely.
meg_evonne:
--- Quote from: GWiz on February 27, 2008, 02:54:32 AM ---I was wondering how I was gonna pull off dragging the carcass of the messenger beast without attracting the attention of the party going public that inhabited downtown on a Friday night. I was just getting ready to fake a foo-doggish stole when the lights in my lonely car went dim, then out completely.
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"Crap." That was an understatment...
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