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Post by HungryHunter on Sept 28, 2018 18:08:17 GMT
Becky bounced on her soles, trying to figure out how to communicate with Derek. She could always recognize Huntsman by the way he moved, the way he talked. "Shape shifts. Don't look at body, look at... voice, movement. Recognize him?" She pointed at Huntsman, who rolled his eyes and glanced over. "Arata, you suicidal little twerp!" Huntsman yelled. "Fucking hell, she gave you my name, are you this dumb!?" He hissed and turned back to Mai.
"The snowflake back there is as fun as a broken condom, but I wouldn't underestimate him." He responded to Mai's judgement on the powers of the rest of the crew. "You're right about the rest though. Firetits couldn't boil a puddle, Prince Humperdink tuckers himself out in two teleports, and Pinky is an embarrassment to the concept of magic." He wasn't sure about the angel. They tended to be pretty tough, but this one seemed to be broken. Some angels fell on their heads it seemed.
Becky stared at Derek for a moment as she walked alongside him. She was as unreadable as ever as she glanced between him and Huntsman. She quietly faded into the gradually thickening underbrush, moving silently among it. This portion of the forest was much wetter, a stream passing before them, joining with others near enough that they could see it through the trees. Odd creatures waddled through the stream's shallow waters to pull up soft weeds. They were hooved quadrupeds, bodies lean and bony but still large, taller at the shoulder than the shorter members of the group. At the ends of maned necks, they had heads half as large as the entire rest of their bodies, overgrown with rugose bulges and horns, hiding any sign of faces.
"Catoblepas. Don't touch them. Their gaze turns people to stone." Huntsman sniffed the air. "There might be a few Stymphalian birds in the swampy areas. Those are eggs I've gotta try." He ventured forth down the stream, jumping right in to wade, but paused when something hidden behind one of the catoblepas came into view. It was like a goat in shape and size, but it had a mane like a pony. The mane seemed to be made of golden grass, purple flowers peeking out here and there. A horn longer than the animal's body jutted from its skull, somehow not getting in the way as the creature drank.
"Huh. Hey Malcolm, Ashlea, you two still Unicorn catchers!? I hear it's good luck to catch one!" The creature stared warily at him. "Unicorn catchers?" Malcolm blinked. "I'm asking if you two have fucked! Only virgins can catch a unicorn!" Huntsman gestured to the warily staring hornbeast. It just blinked at him.
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Post by RedLenai on Sept 29, 2018 13:13:51 GMT
Oh... I get it now, it has been a year and the only time I saw him... or her, that's why I didn't remember despite of giving me the Play-Doh's name - Derek answered with a nasty smirk on his face. He took off the jacket Gallerian put on him when they left the café. With a spell he made it smaller and put it on the pocket of his pants.
Dammit! Where is Thomas when you need him? He could easily catch that unicorn! - He said, getting a bit closer but not enough so he wouldn't startle the creature, slowly taking his phone and deactivating the flash an sound, the prince took a picture of it. Thomas would be so pissed, he liked these creatures, the same happened when Derek showed him a picture of the fairies in Inishtooskert and never introduced him to one of them - I wonder if there are fairies in this Island - He said, trying to listen to the forest. At least the Follet people had a particular language as they sounded more like small whistles than actual human language, he managed to understand them for being around them since he was a child.
I do know that - The angel crossed his arms, with a giggle - But who knows, maybe I can - He winked at her before turning to Arthur. What a young mage! He thought at first despite he surely was older than both Derek and Thomas, he could sense it. However, he got completely distracted when he saw the unicorn, he always loved them for how majestic they were. Derek always said they were horses with an ice cream cornet attached to their heads, still... he won't deny that Thomas could catch one.
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Post by othus on Oct 1, 2018 1:21:01 GMT
"Can you really eat bronze eggs? I am also kinda curious"- Ann replied as she followed Huntsman, the more eggs she collected, the better! Mai followed along as they saw the goat-like unicorn.
"What do you say, Ann? wanna give it a go?" Mai said with a big grin as she tapped her on the back, almost as if making fun of the virtual warrior for being a virgin
"Shut up! I'm not doing that, what if those other beasts turn me into stone?"
"Then I'll break you into pieces so that you can respawn, no big deal!"
"It is a big deal! ughhh, don't you know dying is unpleasant?! bloody hell..."
"Come onnnn...if you give it a try, I'll buy you that motorcycle you wanted"
"You are gonna buy me an Arch?"- Ann said as she raised a brow.
"I'll tell Keanu to hand you over the keys in person"- Mai confirmed.
"Okay, you got me. fine. I'll do it"
Ann had forgotten, but her birthday was in a couple of days, so the Musashi had planned on giving her the gift anyway. Mai laughed on the inside, maybe she was being a dick, but it was to her advantage. Ann got closer using her cammo, attempting to reduce the distance between her and the creature.
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Post by TimePuppy on Oct 5, 2018 17:25:43 GMT
"Weren't paying attention on the boat, eh? Arthur Cromwell." He shook Ashlea's hand. A mutual dislike of Huntsman tends to leave a good first impression.
In between the socializing, the group ran across a pack of mutant cows. "Don't tell me those things lay eggs, too. Also, 'don't touch them, their gaze turns to stone'? Unless you're saying they see through touch, Not touching them isn't gonna help. Although I can't see their faces properly from here."
Huntsman then pointed out a unicorn hiding behind the medusa cows. Arthur was decidedly unimpressed by the horned goat by the horned goat. "That's a unicorn? Huh. Well, I'm sure some extra luck wouldn't hurt when it comes to finding good eggs. Give me a second."
Arthur hopped onto the nearest tree. He started hopping from tree to tree or across ice platforms if trees were too far to stealthily jump to, going around the herd as quickly and quietly as he could. His logic was that they were too busy drinking to gaze at the sky, and with those growths and mane, they should have limited peripheral vision even while on guard.
After getting around the catoplebas and putting distance between himself and them, he landed on the ground. Now, how does one bait a unicorn? "Psst, unicorn. I, um, I don't have any apples on me, but if you come with me I'm sure we can find some treats for you. Or, um, I have ice cream if you're fine with that. Wanna be friends?" He produced a strawberry ice cream from his Freezer. He always carries some for children in need.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 5, 2018 21:12:12 GMT
The group made their way through the forest, Huntsman giving information on the Catoblepas before she could. She scoffed at Arthur's comment about not paying attention on the boat, but he had already moved onto the front of the group, where Huntsman asked both her and Malcolm a question. She opened her mouth to go on a tirade about how it was none of his business, but it appeared that both Ann and Arthur were motivated enough to go after the unicorn themselves. Her mouth shut in satisfaction when Arthur was the first to get near the unicorn, Ashlea fixing her hair as she avoided the Catoblepas.
"Nice work catching it! Unicorns do have many healing properties, but modern magic and medicine has rendered the need for catching unicorns to a minimum. Fun fact; unicorns were used by European tribes to test if someone's spouse had cheated when they came back from war." Ashlea described, waiting for Arthur and Ann to calm the unicorn down before she attempted to get near it. She motioned slightly toward Malcolm to get his attention.
"Hey...that roc is going to be pretty tough to deal with. I want you to stay back and let them try to take it, alright? I guarantee you that one of the rocs will be at the nest, guarding her egg. I'll fill everyone in on the details when we get there, ok?" She asked, shifting her eyes to make sure that the Catoblepas were still not paying attention to them.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 6, 2018 0:42:30 GMT
"Huh, she's into motorcycles?" Huntsman watched Ann moved with uncanny accuracy, like she wasn't cloaked at all. "My little sister's always begging my other sister for a motorcycle. She's crazy." He rolled his eyes. Ariana could barely be trusted to walk to the teleport station without getting into an accident out of sheer recklessness, let alone drive a motorcycle. The unicorn didn't even budge as Ann crept up to it. It let her get within touching distance, just turning its head to look at her.
When Arthur called, the unicorn fully turned, horn swinging so it would hit Ann if she didn't move, and calmly walked over to him. Softly, it began to lick the popsicle. "...wait, snowballs is a virgin!?" Huntsman began to laugh, leaning on Mai for support. Becky just emerged from the brush behind Ashlea. "Unicorn horns can detect and cure poison, unlike griffon claws, which only detect it." She elaborated. She had mud halfway up her shins, but she didn't seem to mind as she passed the others to get to Huntsman. "Stymphalian birds that way." She pointed downriver. "Muddy. Ruin uniforms. Take them off?" She smiled.
"As much as I'd like that, no. Last thing we need is Ashlea threatening to file another sexual harassment suit for Malcolm. Amai's lead to enough of that." Huntsman zipped and buttoned her pants and gently pushed her out along the stream. "Hate uniforms..." She pouted, but twirled her baton anyway. "I wasn't going to get involved if I could help it." Malcolm nodded to Ashlea. "But uh... right now, I know we're not, but... will the unicorn let us pet it?" He had a hopeful smile as he looked across the river.
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Post by othus on Oct 6, 2018 3:28:48 GMT
Ann barely dodged in time, perhaps that guy was even more of a virgin than she was. something that somehow depressed her.
*Goddammit, well whatever, I did try, so, the motorcycle is mine.* -The virtual warrior thought to herself, tapping herself on the back for thinking the deal had been a steal.
"Ah virgins, what a sad, pathetic life those losers live" She sighed as huntsman laughed, she almost wanted Ann to be turned to stone, just so that she could get a laugh, then again it wouldn't be fun listening to her ranting for the rest of the trip.
listening to Becky's suggestion immediately put a smile on Mai's face, she even liked her a little more just from that. either way, when she heard huntsman reject the idea she knew it wouldn't happen
"Hey, mudfighting would have been fun! tch, whatever, I'll just change for the occasion"
Mai swapped her clothing for black shorts while she kept the black T-shirt and baseball cap.
"Now, this is more comfortable, Ann you coming or what?!"
The virtual warrior had already rushed to her side, she undid the cloak as she walked next to the Musashi.
"Well?, I did what you asked, I guess I'm getting that bike!"- Ann said quite proud of herself. Mai simply shook her head as she moved along
"Yeah yeah, whatever, happy birthday anyway"
"Happ-HOLD ON!" The virtual warrior shouted at Mai as she tried to catch up to her.
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Post by TimePuppy on Oct 7, 2018 19:54:59 GMT
Arthur patted the unicorn. "I guess you're fine with that. Now, how do we get you to the others without disturbing the kabutops."
While he pondered that, he saw Huntsman laughing his lungs out. The reason was obvious. If he was there, he would've told him something about not everyone having to sleep with any humanoid creature, but he didn't want to shout and disturb the medu-cows. Not that anyone over on that side was worried about that. Arthur saw Becky pointing downriver, so he figured that was where the group would be going. He patted his new goat buddy and started walking towards a part of the water not filled with killer cows. There he can make an ice bridge to join the others.
"Come on little buddy. I won't let Huntsman touch you, don't worry."
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 7, 2018 23:02:03 GMT
"Bwuh?!" Ashlea jumped back slightly when Becky appeared from the bushes behind her, frowning in annoyance. "Don't sneak up on me like that! Ahem..." The fire mage cleared her throat. "But yes, you are correct. Unicorn horns are better than griffon claws because of that, though griffon claws are much easier to get. And hey! Amai has no right to sexually harass Malcolm, so I did something about it!" Ashlea stated, turning her attention back to Malcolm, then the unicorn. "I think...it's fine. Those two have pacified it enough. Let's go!" Ashlea smiled as she took Malcolm by the hand and led him over to the unicorn, stopping it let it notice their presence before reaching out and petting its body.
"Wow, the fur is really is soft." She observed, giving it a few more pets. The group appeared to be moving on from the unicorn. "We can catch up to them in a bit, don't worry." She told Malcolm, finishing her petting of the unicorn and stepping away to monitor where the group was headed.
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Post by RedLenai on Oct 8, 2018 15:19:39 GMT
Oh my, oh my... - The angel chuckled as he followed the team. Everyone were so full of energy and looking like little kids that were in a zoo. Of course he wouldn't speak that out loud, he knew already that some things were better left unsaid.
I really want to go to the God's house, I'm wondering if there are ancient books or stuff - The prince would said in an annoyed tune, he was fine with two eggs for himself. As he observed Arthur he smirked - I knew I called him ice cream for a reason - He said as he took a candy from his pocket and breaking it in, letting the small fragments to fall ion his clothes changing them into a more suitable outfit for the occassion, a pair of black boots, brown pants and a blue t-shirt with a single white star in the center.
I said you can't go there - The angel spoke trying to be authoritative, making the other roll his eyes and ignoring him completely. The angel sighed as he made sure the boy didn't want to go back in his own and start another mess. Of course he couldn't avoid looking at the unicorn and the cows, he couldn't help but to be a bit sad since his power was locked down he couldn't touch the Catoblepas without getting hurt... But at least he could touch the unicorns without problem!
He walked calmly to one of them, cooing at it - Hello cutiepie! Look how big you are and how precious your fur is! Aren't you wholesome? Aren't you? - Angels of creation always were so fascinated into spoiling and loving every single creature, he couldn't help it as he gently hugged the unicorn.
Wait, Gal... - The blonde boy tilted his head - How can you touch them? From waht I know you are not a virgin - Derek knew that both Gal and Chloe were a couple but he didn't knew a single thing if something like sex were a sin for them or if it was between angels it was fine.
Angels like me have more than one trick on our sleeves! - The angel answered with some proud on his words despite a small blush appeared in his face
The boy only observed him, trying to guess if the angel meant his own power or if it was something else, like smell or something as simple as one's nature. He finally shruggled and went with the others
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 8, 2018 16:09:10 GMT
"Hey, nobody said you can't take off your clothes. You don't work for the Wild Hunt so Ashlea can't do anything about it." Huntsman leered at Mai's exposed legs before pausing. "Hold on, Becky. Want to pet the unicorn?" He asked and Becky's eyes were bright. She nodded like a bobblehead. "Well so do I, but Arthur will never let me. So here's what we'll do!" Huntsman grinned and began to shapeshift.
"It's incredible..." Malcolm was in awe standing so close to the unicorn, even if it wasn't the massive animal it was supposed to be. Its fur was astoundingly soft to the touch, almost liquid in the ease with which Malcolm could push his fingers through it. The animal didn't even flinch when everybody crowded around to pet it. It just kept its mournful eyes locked on those around it. "Once tamed by a virgin, anybody can pet it." Becky popped out of the bushes behind Derek and walked past Arthur to stroke the unicorn's fur.
"She's right." A second Becky followed, feeling the unicorn's horn. The two Beckys moved identically, that odd graceful bobbing she always did. Their voices had the same soft, awkward lilt. They even smelled identical if one got close enough to check. The identical Becky twins pet the unicorn together, evading any attempt Arthur would have to block Huntsman from doing so until one Becky got close to the other. "Ever made out with yourself?" She asked. "Not gonna." The other responded. "Aw. What about wrestled?" Both Beckys smiled and one tackled the other, both rolling quickly into the stream. One grinned up at Mai, clearly seeking her attention. The unicorn looked down at them for a moment before finally raising its head and trotting away from the group at a leisurely pace.
"I win!" One Becky declared, the other entangled in black hair. "The stream was cold! It slowed me down!" The other complained, but she didn't seem to be that upset with the result. The hair withdrew and a soaked Becky skipped away, twirling her baton as she bounced around. "Anybody want a go at the champ there?" The other picked herself up, clothes not soaking like they should. "Pinky? Little prince? Even our lovely corporate monster hunter?" She growled. Malcolm rolled his eyes and took Ashlea's hand. "He'll be doing this for a while. Do you know how to get eggs from the Stymphalian bird by ourselves?" He asked.
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Post by TimePuppy on Oct 8, 2018 16:49:17 GMT
It seemed everyone had some interest in their new companion. Even if the angel's interest was... Somewhat creepy. The gross display of wholesome affection distracted Arthur from his goal of keeping an eye on Huntsman so when two Beckys showed up, he knew he fucked up. Of course, he wasn't gonna be fooled so easily! Huntsman might be perfect at imitating all of Becky's mannerisms, but surely he forgot to copy her smell! Arthur activated Wolf's soul, sacrificing trichromacy for improved smell and hearing. It was useless though. Huntsman had a lot of experience with blending in. Even if he might not have known about all of Arthur's abilities, he had too much practice not to change everything he could.
All Arthur could do was watch in annoyance. He wasn't willing to deny the real Becky the opportunity to pet the unicorn, even if it meant Huntsman also got to touch it. At least the unicorn didn't spontaneously combust as soon as whichever Becky Huntsman was touched it. Of course, it became obvious which Becky was fake when she propositioned the other for doppelganger sex. Perhaps the fact the stream's chilliness slowed down Huntsman during the wrestling match had something to do with Arthur. The fact that all the water on fake Becky turned to ice and refused to come off as soon as the match ended definitely had something to do with Arthur.
"Alright. Becky, remember back when I took care of you how we wrestled? I wonder how much stronger you got since then." Arthur shook off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt. Just a few months ago he would've ripped it off, but without the ability to fix it with time powers he didn't want to make the rest of the hunt awkward. He took off his tie and shirt and threw them to the ground.
"Also, you need to learn not to go along with Huntsman's plans in the future. I'll make sure the lesson sticks." He lunged forward, jumping with one arm stretched out to the side aiming for Becky's head until he spun in mid-air at the last second, trying to wrap his other arm around Becky's neck and slam her into the stream with a Finn Balor inspired Sling blade.
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Post by othus on Oct 9, 2018 3:22:52 GMT
"I would never strip alone, who do you think I am? Some whore or something??!" Mai stated proudly, as if she had some higher sense of morallity.
The two beckys got a reaction out of Mai, they werent her type, but it would be fun to beat them out, she moved forward but she wasnt fast enough, as Arthur jumped in before.
"Whatever! When that kid is finished I'll be next!"
"I don't think so, little sister"
Ann replied as she grabbed Mai by the head, the Musashi tried to break free using both hands against her arm, but the Virtual Warrior wouldnt budge, it felt like her hand was fused onto her scalp
"What the F- how did you get so fucking strong?!!"
Ann grinned, finally being able to pay her back after months of getting trashed by her and Akane was pure satisfaction. The Virtual warrior replied to her in a mocking tone
"HoW diD Yi giT sO sTrOng?"
Ann shifted her tone into one of authority right after, pressing harder onto her head.
"I busted my ass training, while you were eating Cheetos, that's how!"
Mai still struggled, but she ultimately grinned
"Tch, whatever, I'll go perfect warrior"
Ann sank her to her knees using her other hand
"Oh really?! Wanna compare perfect forms?! I'll show you perfect warrior"
"Okay okay i yield!!! Fuck!"
Ann finally let go of Mai as she offered her a hand
"You thought I would never get anywhere close to level 30 didnt you? Never understimate a gamer!"
"Fuck you Ann, you are a bully"- Mai replied still feeling sore.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 11, 2018 0:55:11 GMT
Watching both Derek and Gallerian talk about the unicorn, Ashlea lowered her right eyebrow slightly in confusion. Did they not know that unicorns can be touched after a virgin has pet them? Her eyes then fell upon the two Beckys, rolling her eyes when they broke off and started wrestling. With the unicorn now gone, Ashlea began to walk toward the riverbanks, ignoring the two that were wrestling. "I wouldn't go to the god house if I were you, mister." She said, looking at Derek. "They seem to be protective of their island. If they are willing to lash out if we hurt an animal, what do you think they value their own privacy at?" She asked, rolling her eyes once more and starting down the riverbanks toward the Stymphalian birds that Huntsman smelled.
"If we are done wrestling with each other, I'll lead the way to the Stymphalian birds. They live in large groups, mostly in marshy regions like you'd find near this river." She pointed toward the water. "Their nests are massive, blocking out a large portion of the sun near the trees they are located. It's to hunt fish that like to hang out in shade. So if you see the area get dark...back away. Am I clear?" She asked, not caring if nobody was listening. "Anyway, their eggs have a layer of porous metal around them, making them extra durable. Their beaks and feathers are extra sharp, so be careful getting close to them. That's about it for relevant information..." Ashlea rubbed her chin slightly, trying to think of anything else, before shrugging.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 11, 2018 2:10:47 GMT
"Yeah, pestering gods in their own homes feels like a bad idea. Huntsman says that gods are capricious at best." Malcolm added to Ashlea's statement. He took her hand and let her lead them down the stream as she explained the Stymphalian birds. He quaked as he looked into the trees, pulling himself tight to Ashlea's side when the branches grew thicker and the forest darker with them. The ground only became more swampy and muddy as they went. Soon the stream darkened again and Malcolm looked up to see a solid mass of twigs and leaves, interspersed with fish bones and feathers that shone with a metallic gleam.
The scent Huntsman must have picked up filled the air. Little bits of fish left behind or passed through the guts of the birds rotted in the air, leaving an oppressive stink in the air. The birds themselves came into view when they turned the corner. They stood evenly spaced, still as pillars. Their burnished feathers occasionally sparkled when sunlight broke through the branches. Occasionally one would strike like a snake, coming up with a speared fish. Long wires hung from their heads like dreadlocks, rusted to a fashionable orange by corrosion. Malcolm pulled Ashlea to a stop and silently pointed to the trees. Hopefully they could climb up without alerting the birds.
"Well now that Malcolm's gone, Becky and I can wear whatever we like. Hey Becky, you don't have to-" Before Huntsman could tell her partner that she could strip, Becky was caught by the neck and thrown, but her back didn’t touch the ground. She landed in a crab position, held up by her palms and toes, and sprang back up just as fast. Her legs wrapped around Arthur’s chest and she tried to use her weight to knock him down. Her surprise attack managed to knock Arthur over, but he recovered from the shock quickly. He grabbed for her arms while using his legs to perform a backflip from the ground, flipping over with his head as the axis to end up on top. This time, with her arms caught, Becky couldn’t stop herself from slamming into the ground. She splashed down in the mud and water, shallow enough her face was clear to breathe. There was only a second of stillness before she tightened her arm muscles. With pure strength, she tried to push Arthur upwards while tilting her body back. Using her torso as a lever, she tried to smash his head into the ground behind her and release to roll back, standing a few feet away. Not wanting to get his skull caved in, Arthur let go of Becky’s arms and put them on the ground, helping tuck and push his body into a roll instead of smashing into the ground. Getting up after the roll, he charged at Becky, dropped into a slide across the muddy ground at the last moment to go between her legs, and pulled and held one of them to knock her down. Becky fell, catching herself again, and held herself stiff off the ground on her hands alone. Before Arthur could let go of her foot, she pulled it up over her back to whip him forward, jumping back and throwing her elbow at the small of his back. Her move was unexpected and it hurt. She’d really grown a lot. Landing in the stream, Arthur was willing to stay down and give her the win. But then he remembered he didn’t actually punish her for agreeing to Huntsman’s terrible plan and he jumped to his feet, a move the sharp pain in his back told him was stupid. He ignored his body’s warning. He rushed forward, then went around Becky fast enough to leave a sonic boom. He wrapped his arms around her and tried to German suplex her head first into the mud. Becky was waving her arms in victory when Arthur’s arms wrapped around her midsection. She made a mumble of surprise when instead of hugging her, he leaned back and began to fall. Her skull never quite made it to the ground. Hair lashed out to shove against the ground and she was quickly brought to a stop. “Hug after?” She asked as her hair spread to lash around his legs. Arthur looked at the hair wrapping around his legs and gave her a thumbs up. “Hug after.” Becky smiled and pushed off with her hands, landing back on her feet. Like a slingshot, her hair tightened and snapped forward over Becky’s head. Arthur would be thrown like a ragdoll, passing through branches, trunks and anything else in the way of his trajectory. Flying feet first made the trip less painful, although it wasn’t more comfortable. And he got a nice aerial view of the surrounding forest so he could give tips to the group when he landed. Speaking of which, after giving up on trying to punish Becky, Arthur also apathetically resigned himself to falling face first into the mud. Becky bounced and clapped. “Win.” She turned to Mai and smiled. “Next?”
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Post by RedLenai on Oct 13, 2018 1:38:30 GMT
Ow, Becky! I wanted to intrigate him! I wanted to be cool! - The angel spoke in a soft tone as he chuckled, Gallerian didn't mind the rough playing of the others as he happily petted the animal. He sighed once again when Ashlea tried to explain Derek about not annoying a God, transforming himself in a cat, he went near Derek just to make sure the boy didn't try to ran away and start doing a mess.
The only times you are cool is when you are carrying that damn axe of yours - The prince went closer to where the angel was as he noticed the man left the animal, moving towards the boy.
You should listen to Ashy and Huntsy, no matter if you try to be polite with the God - The cat climbed Derek's leg until he reached to his shoulders and curled with his tail, looking like a cat scarf.
Yeah, nothing happened after that Musashi girl almost killed the cockatrice. So I bet the God is not in their house either - Derek smirked at Ashlea as he walked away, he really didn't wanted to play with Becky or be considered as her next target, he closed his eyes by a second and yawned again. He noticed that he was standing in the shadow of a tree so he moved to where sunlight was.
You really are like a morning glory, you bloom when the sun touches you! - The cat happily commented as he purred, Derek was a particular child from what he knew and the angel was used to Derek being more lazy or inactive as soon the sun or lights didn't reach him. Thankfully he had plenty of lights in the Café so that made the boy awake like a normal teenager of his age. Even during the trip to the Island Derek was full asleep, and only when they arrived at the island the boy inmediatly woke up.
So, what are you guys gonna do? Keep playing or catch more eggs... or... I don't know, whatever? - Derek raised his voice so the others that were wrestling could listen to him, he wasn't into run around the island but following someone always was a nice idea when you are bored. The cat meowed as he petted his own head with the prince's cheek as some of the instincts of the animal he took form showed up.
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Post by othus on Oct 13, 2018 6:51:29 GMT
"Yes!" Mai said as she heard Becky's invitation, but she was swiftly tossed aside by Ann's one-handed grip.
"Time for you to pick someone your own size," Ann said as she stepped forward towards Becky, putting her left fist against her right hand. she did not know Arthur was a full grown man, so she felt bad for the kid getting trashed around.
The virtual warrior moved with unbelievable speed, aiming to grab Becky by the hair, knowing it was special. she would grab and spin her around, which would look like something out of Mario 64. Of course, Ann was laughing just from thinking about it, her monstrous strength wasn't often put to the test.
"Ready to fly, girl?!!"
whether it happened or not, Ann made sure not to let go, she didn't really want to see her flying, at best she just wanted to scare her. things would change if she put some resistance though, as Ann was decided to smash her into the ground if that made her behave. with Mai more or less controlled, putting Becky back in line would make the trip a walk in the park. except for Huntsman, it just gave Ann the creeps, so she could do nothing about it.
for Becky, the real wrestling started now.
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Post by TimePuppy on Oct 13, 2018 18:15:54 GMT
Arthur crashed into the mud face first. He got up only somewhat worse for wear and washed his face in the stream while Ann challenged Becky. He then washed the mud from the rest of his body, froze the water that remained on him and tossed it away remaining completely dry in the end. He couldn't completely wash the mud from his pants, so he was glad he took off his white shirt before challenging Becky.
He put his clothes back on and made an ice throne from which to watch the match. He wanted to see how it would pan out. And he owed Becky a hug. And besides, he could catch up with the party in seconds if it moved on.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 17, 2018 5:11:55 GMT
The increased smell of the area let Ashlea know that they were getting close. Once they got into the bird's nesting area, Ashlea observed their surroundings, beginning to whisper. "Ok, here is what we need to do. Someone needs to go up there quietly and..." Looking back, Ashlea finally noticed that nobody had followed them. A frown spread across her face, Malcolm able to feel her grip on his hand tightening slightly. "Oh, that's just great. They all stayed back to wrestle each other! Uuuuugh. I am not risking either of our lives for some dumb eggs without help! Let's go get them...like rounding up children..." Ashlea grumbled as she began leading Malcolm back the way they came.
"Sooo...do know how to cook any of these eggs, Malcolm?" She asked, looking at him when they came into view of the group once more. She kept a wide enough distance between them and the match so there'd be little chance of getting caught in the crossfire. "I know you can make normal chicken eggs great, but these are...strange." She stated, glancing toward some of the eggs Becky had taken earlier. Why did they find wrestling out in the open fun at all? They were here on a mission, dang it!
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 17, 2018 6:06:22 GMT
“Cooking them isn’t that hard usually. Once you know how to cook chicken eggs, you can just adjust the time for larger eggs.” Malcolm explained, mentally measuring the cockatrice eggs. “I really don’t mind cooking these for everybody. In fact, it’s really exciting. I just wish they didn’t take me.” Malcolm sighed, taking Ashlea’s hand as they trotted down the stream.
“You’re small though.” Becky’s hair wasn’t hard to grab. It was abundant and lengthy, fingers easily getting a grip despite the slick mud. Becky blinked and then her feet were off the ground and she was being spun. She turned her eyes up at Ann and smiled. “Strong.” Her hair began to crawl up Ann’s arms, keeping them together. Becky reached an arm out and grabbed a branch to stop her momentum, pulling with her hair to try bouncing Ann’s skull off the stick that anchored her.
Ann felt as her foothold began to cede against Becky’s much better hold, the virtual warrior kicked mid air breaking the momentum as she pulled even harder, looking to break Becky out of her grip. The virtual warrior’s arms bulged slightly as she put more strength into it, she was willing to uproot the entire tree alongside her if it was necessary just to get her back in the mud.
Becky’s branch instantly snapped and her hair lashed back to wrap around the trunk instead. The tree itself was rooted in mud just like Ann, but its roots were much less firm than her legs. The tree tipped dangerously and Becky let go, letting Ann yank her forward. She quickly extended an arm to clothesline her with the momentum Ann gave her.
The virtual warrior grabbed hold as both were sent flying towards the mud by the momentum, Ann, now having her much closer, began using CQC, though she knew for a fact the strength advantage was hers. She aimed to grab her and do a bear hug on her.
When it came to mere strength of limbs, Ann was right that she was overpowering. Her arms crushed Becky’s long arms to her side. She squeaked and struggled, but it wasn’t enough to slip free. She closed her eyes and focused instead on her hair, pushing outwards with all of it. Ann would find the combined strands far stronger than Becky’s arms, if not quite as strong as herself. Hopefully the combined strength would overcome Ann.
Becky’s hair strength was incredible, but Ann had the grip advantage, as she was the one doing the hold, the veins on her arms popped, showing one after the other as she became red of the effort.
“Tch, give up already!!”
Ann said, starting to get pissed off, but suddenly an even larger figure joined the fray, dropkicking Ann at least a dozen meters away.
“Ready for round 2, onee-chan” Mai said while in perfect warrior form, she helped Becky stand up as Ann slowly got up from the mud, completely pissed off about the fact they were joining against her.
“Tag team?” Mai told Becky as they got ready.
“This isn’t tag.” Becky corrected Mai. She bounced through the stream towards Ann, mud barely seeming to slow her. She dropped at the last second, using it to slide past Ann, reaching a hand out to hook Ann’s foot, hoping to drop her on her face.
Mai kicked the ground once as she jumped over Ann, she was looking to smash her into the ground the moment Becky trampled her, but the second either were about to connect, Ann disappeared almost into thin air.
The virtual warrior then reappeared behind them, her hair all white and even longer than before, her left eye completely crimson red.
-Perfect Warrior-
She then moved again towards Mai, grabbing her by the face and dropping her into the mud at least a meter into the ground, her legs only showing at that point. By the same token, she also went for Becky’s head, looking to sink her into the mud as well. Ann’s fingers wrapped around Becky’s face and pushed her just as hard into the ground.
Becky could only bubble in surprise from her position. “I say that’s a pretty solid win!” Huntsman called from the sidelines, back to a fully masculine form. “Becky, you okay?” He knelt to retrieve her. She came up looking more like a mudman than a human. “Now off?” She tugged at her heavy clothing. “Oh, you’re all totally soaked. You’ll catch colds in that stuff.” Huntsman gave the fighters a shark-toothed grin as Becky tugged her shirt off behind him.
Ann pulled Mai out of the mud with one hand, the virtual warrior effects fading on both.
“Jeez don’t make me exert myself” Ann said as she sighed, dropping out of her perfect form.
Mai just cleaned her mud and changed clothes yet again, it was quite the morale destroyer having lost even on a two on one.
“That was ridiculous, I should be way stronger!” Mai replied, still complaining as she shook her head.
“Maybe you are, I’m just faster!” Ann said with some pride. Perhaps they would learn to respect her some more after this.
Huntsman sighed when the two women before him just changed their outfits via teleportation. That ruined the best part of ruining clothing! He turned to admire Becky instead, dropping her pants into the stream just in time for Malcolm and Ashlea to walk into sight. Malcolm turned a shade somewhere between Becky and Ashlea’s hair and clapped his hands over his eyes. “Okay, you can’t complain about this one! She had no reason to believe you’d walk in!” Huntsman pointed accusingly at Ashlea.
Becky just looked confused, making no effort to cover herself. “Clothes are muddy.” She offered the only explanation necessary. “Exactly. If it bugs you so much, here.” Huntsman’s arms folded across Becky from behind, covering her most vulnerable areas. “There we go, all fixed!” Huntsman grinned at Ashlea and winked at Arthur. Becky happily leaned into him, hair parting to let her mud-soaked back rest on him. “I’ll just help wash her clothes and dry them and she’ll be good as new. Just a few hours like this, that’s no big deal, right?” His tone was mocking, but Becky didn't seem to notice, just happily nodding. "Three max."
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