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TOPIC | [TRPG E0] The Convergence
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The discordant tones of panic jolted Vida out of unconsciousness. She tried to flail her limbs into something resembling a combat stance, only to find that she was being restrained by...something. Arms? Oh, no, no, nonononono -
"Let me go!" She screeched into the larger dractare's face, wincing as the effort sent a fresh wave of pain through her head. Nevertheless, she persisted, scratching and clawing as best as she could in her weakened state in an attempt to get away from the unwanted contact. "Let me go don't touch me let me go - !"
"Let me go!" She screeched into the larger dractare's face, wincing as the effort sent a fresh wave of pain through her head. Nevertheless, she persisted, scratching and clawing as best as she could in her weakened state in an attempt to get away from the unwanted contact. "Let me go don't touch me let me go - !"
The discordant tones of panic jolted Vida out of unconsciousness. She tried to flail her limbs into something resembling a combat stance, only to find that she was being restrained by...something. Arms? Oh, no, no, nonononono -
"Let me go!" She screeched into the larger dractare's face, wincing as the effort sent a fresh wave of pain through her head. Nevertheless, she persisted, scratching and clawing as best as she could in her weakened state in an attempt to get away from the unwanted contact. "Let me go don't touch me let me go - !"
"Let me go!" She screeched into the larger dractare's face, wincing as the effort sent a fresh wave of pain through her head. Nevertheless, she persisted, scratching and clawing as best as she could in her weakened state in an attempt to get away from the unwanted contact. "Let me go don't touch me let me go - !"
The guard seems disgusted as blood spatters across his boots. He takes a step back, drawing his polearm closer to himself as a grimace crosses his face. Still, he can't seem to think of a smart response to it, perhaps perturbed by the fact that one of these dractare just... had a lot of blood in his mouth? He couldn't think of a feasible reason for that to happen. He purses his lips, promptly shutting his maw.
Unfortunately, that also means that Deimos' small talk goes largely unacknowledged. Though Officer Castien does give the Nocturne an odd look as if to ask what in the world he was talking about. Weird question to ask a stranger.
The guard seems disgusted as blood spatters across his boots. He takes a step back, drawing his polearm closer to himself as a grimace crosses his face. Still, he can't seem to think of a smart response to it, perhaps perturbed by the fact that one of these dractare just... had a lot of blood in his mouth? He couldn't think of a feasible reason for that to happen. He purses his lips, promptly shutting his maw.
Unfortunately, that also means that Deimos' small talk goes largely unacknowledged. Though Officer Castien does give the Nocturne an odd look as if to ask what in the world he was talking about. Weird question to ask a stranger.
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[columns][font=times new roman]Autiot huffed in victory, fixing one last glare at the guard and baring bloody, sharp teeth at the sentry before turning towards Behrad. [b]"Are you alright?"[/b] The dractare asked, but any other words he might've had died in his throat as Vida started screeching like an unholy beast.
He clapped his hands over his ears and grimaced at the sound, shaking his head like an upset horse. In a moment he released his ears, but his pupils were small and he was clearly upset at the screaming.[/font][nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38902766][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/389028/38902766.png[/img][/url][/columns]
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Behrad grimaces, as he forces himself off the ground, brushing himself off again, before he looks to Autiot with a nod. "I'm just fine but his ego? It's about to get deflated." Behrad growled, pointing at the guard, eyes slit.
He takes a step forward but rather suddenly Vida began to scream, interrupting his march towards the guard. "Oh for crying in a ditch, what now!?" He yelled over the noise, spinning on his heel. He was not in any mood for interruptions. He stared at Vida, who was flailing in Hal's arms, and gave a look of disdain. "Somebody resuscitate her or something, she'shaving an issue!" He shouts, flailing his hands vaguely in the direction of where Vida was struggling.
He takes a step forward but rather suddenly Vida began to scream, interrupting his march towards the guard. "Oh for crying in a ditch, what now!?" He yelled over the noise, spinning on his heel. He was not in any mood for interruptions. He stared at Vida, who was flailing in Hal's arms, and gave a look of disdain. "Somebody resuscitate her or something, she'shaving an issue!" He shouts, flailing his hands vaguely in the direction of where Vida was struggling.
Behrad grimaces, as he forces himself off the ground, brushing himself off again, before he looks to Autiot with a nod. "I'm just fine but his ego? It's about to get deflated." Behrad growled, pointing at the guard, eyes slit.
He takes a step forward but rather suddenly Vida began to scream, interrupting his march towards the guard. "Oh for crying in a ditch, what now!?" He yelled over the noise, spinning on his heel. He was not in any mood for interruptions. He stared at Vida, who was flailing in Hal's arms, and gave a look of disdain. "Somebody resuscitate her or something, she'shaving an issue!" He shouts, flailing his hands vaguely in the direction of where Vida was struggling.
He takes a step forward but rather suddenly Vida began to scream, interrupting his march towards the guard. "Oh for crying in a ditch, what now!?" He yelled over the noise, spinning on his heel. He was not in any mood for interruptions. He stared at Vida, who was flailing in Hal's arms, and gave a look of disdain. "Somebody resuscitate her or something, she'shaving an issue!" He shouts, flailing his hands vaguely in the direction of where Vida was struggling.
"Hal, set Vida down, she's having a panic attack," Mazon said. "And you two, stop trying to fight with the guards, or so help me I'm going to 'deflate' both your egos!" she added, pointing at Aut and Behrad with a glare.
"Hal, set Vida down, she's having a panic attack," Mazon said. "And you two, stop trying to fight with the guards, or so help me I'm going to 'deflate' both your egos!" she added, pointing at Aut and Behrad with a glare.
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Matcha is a good few seconds away from panicking himself, honestly. To be completely fair, he'd gotten pretty scraped up by those rocks earlier, but at his insistence he hadn't really tended to the wounds. He's... probably lost a lot of blood. That olive skin looks a little grey... but it's probably nothing to worry about. Builds character. Or something.
There's a lot going on right now, and honestly? Only half of it is registering. With what little strength he has left, the Coatl stumbles over to the guard who's being rather snippy with his companions, and pokes a finger in his chest. "[i][color="#53C86D"]You... are not very nice,[/i][/color]" is all he manages to get out before he promptly loses consciousness and falls forward.
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Matcha is a good few seconds away from panicking himself, honestly. To be completely fair, he'd gotten pretty scraped up by those rocks earlier, but at his insistence he hadn't really tended to the wounds. He's... probably lost a lot of blood. That olive skin looks a little grey... but it's probably nothing to worry about. Builds character. Or something. There's a lot going on right now, and honestly? Only half of it is registering. With what little strength he has left, the Coatl stumbles over to the guard who's being rather snippy with his companions, and pokes a finger in his chest. "You... are not very nice," is all he manages to get out before he promptly loses consciousness and falls forward. |
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[columns][font=times new roman]Autiot snorted at Mazon's words, but deflated a bit and shut his mouth. Which was good, as he was liable to continue bleeding from that spot.
Matcha came over and continued the insult spree however, and Autiot saw Matcha pitch forward and lunged to try to catch the coatl before he fell.[/font][nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38902766][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/389028/38902766.png[/img][/url][/columns]
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To Matcha's credit, Castien does seem taken aback. Not so much because of the "insult" than the fact that the young man just lost consciousness in front of him. Rather than try to catch him though, he just... sidesteps and watches on with mild amusement as the dractare falls. It's only when Autiot dives for him that the officer starts laughing, cackling and doubling over as the attempt to save his companion only ends up with the larger Tundra falling full force on top of the Coatl. Matcha lets out an audible, but weak groan with his face pressed into the dirt.
Suddenly, a shrill voice pierces the air. "What is the meaning of this?" The dractare turn (well, at least, those who still can) to face the female elf guard. She looks... tired? Annoyed, maybe. Behind her are a line of other soldiers and sentries, all equipped with polearms or glaives... though the source of the voice doesn't seem to be amongst them. "Ahem, down here."
Eyes glance downwards to meet the gaze of a... very small lizard wearing what appears to be a bow tie and nothing else. He has his hands on his hips, tail curled around what appears to be the letter that Sera had handed off earlier... was this the official that the guard had gone off to fetch?
To Matcha's credit, Castien does seem taken aback. Not so much because of the "insult" than the fact that the young man just lost consciousness in front of him. Rather than try to catch him though, he just... sidesteps and watches on with mild amusement as the dractare falls. It's only when Autiot dives for him that the officer starts laughing, cackling and doubling over as the attempt to save his companion only ends up with the larger Tundra falling full force on top of the Coatl. Matcha lets out an audible, but weak groan with his face pressed into the dirt.
Suddenly, a shrill voice pierces the air. "What is the meaning of this?" The dractare turn (well, at least, those who still can) to face the female elf guard. She looks... tired? Annoyed, maybe. Behind her are a line of other soldiers and sentries, all equipped with polearms or glaives... though the source of the voice doesn't seem to be amongst them. "Ahem, down here."
Eyes glance downwards to meet the gaze of a... very small lizard wearing what appears to be a bow tie and nothing else. He has his hands on his hips, tail curled around what appears to be the letter that Sera had handed off earlier... was this the official that the guard had gone off to fetch?
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It was all Sera could do to keep her cool, hiding her face in her hands as she let out a quiet groan of despair. They really couldn't do anything right, could they? She perked up a little, however, when she heard the voice of a new fellow, presumably the official the guard had left to fetch.
She glanced down at the lizard when he spoke and squinted a little, confusion filling her yellow gaze. "Um," she said eloquently, squatting down to be closer to his level. She felt weird talking down to a lizard man in a bowtie, especially if he was supposed to be her superior. City people were [i]weird[/i].
"You're uh. A lizard. A... really tiny lizard man... And we're a bunch of idiots that need some medical care as soon as possible. It turns out that boars and little boys and poisonous goop are all equally bad for your health and we could really use a little assistance before we get down to business or whatever, so... if you could find room in your tiny lizard heart to let us in sooner rather than later, I think we'd all appreciate it."
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It was all Sera could do to keep her cool, hiding her face in her hands as she let out a quiet groan of despair. They really couldn't do anything right, could they? She perked up a little, however, when she heard the voice of a new fellow, presumably the official the guard had left to fetch. She glanced down at the lizard when he spoke and squinted a little, confusion filling her yellow gaze. "Um," she said eloquently, squatting down to be closer to his level. She felt weird talking down to a lizard man in a bowtie, especially if he was supposed to be her superior. City people were weird. "You're uh. A lizard. A... really tiny lizard man... And we're a bunch of idiots that need some medical care as soon as possible. It turns out that boars and little boys and poisonous goop are all equally bad for your health and we could really use a little assistance before we get down to business or whatever, so... if you could find room in your tiny lizard heart to let us in sooner rather than later, I think we'd all appreciate it." |