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paixaorpg2006-10-05 01:06 am
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Have you ever seen me defeated? [Active]
Character(s): Shiki, Nobodies. Then Linali and Rin find him, o noes.
Content: He gets pwned by some. :| Then they come to help!
Setting: Somewhere in the Muspelheim area.
Time: A few hours after the encounter with Akira.
Warnings: He gets his butt kicked! Not very graphic though because I was too lazy to write it.
It seemed that Shiki's original plan of action would require a slight detour.
The onslaught of strange creatures had taken him by surprise; he had never seen anything like this in his life before. He honestly didn't know what to make of them. Was this another stage of Igura? It must have been... but that still didn't tell him what they were. Did it have something to do with the Nicole Virus? Experiments of Arbitro's...?
He'd been heading down one of the less-populated streets after playing with the journal he had been given for a bit. Things seemed to get disturbingly calm and quiet then as the night went on, and there was a sense of uneasiness in the air that even Shiki could sense, even if he was not a local. Something bad was going to happen. Of course, then, he didn't fear it. Anything that he had come up against so far back home had been relatively easy to defeat, and he wasn't about to place a bet on the crazy people who seemed to think this was an entirely different world just yet...
Then he heard a strange noise. Something moving, something emitting an odd sound he couldn't even describe—whatever it was, it sounded like no human nor human he had ever encountered before. He had no idea what to make of it, but he'd frozen in place and shifted his eyes left and right, trying to find the source of it. Nothing.
They came at him out of nowhere.
He couldn't tell if they were human or animal. Their anatomy didn't make any sense. Their speed was incredible, and they seemed invincible. This was the first time in a very long time that he felt an ugly ball of fear begin to knot in his stomach; this was the first time he actually felt that he feared for his life.
At first, he felt something come at his back. He was knocked down to the ground, catching himself on his palms. Eyes wide, he struggled for his sword—but attempting to pull something that was about four feet long out of a sheath that was the same length proved to be quite difficult when pinned down on the ground. He quickly yanked it out as far as it would go, and then---as much as he hated to—wrapped his fingers about the blade and guided it out hastily, feeling the sharp edge press to his skin through the leather of his gloves.
Blindly, he swung it single-handedly over his head—it wasn't quite as effective as he wanted it to be, but the thing got a good cut on its head and jumped back. It gave Shiki enough time to roll onto his back and properly adjust his grip on his sword. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, and then standing, he readied for battle.
Still, he wasn't as resilient as he hoped he could be. The number of the strange creatures multiplied, and of course he had no time to contemplate their origins. He had to defend his life now—a concept very foreign to him, from so many successful years in Igura. The rather one-sided battle seemed endless to him, and it soon became apparent that it would not be easy and his chances of winning were very slim.
With an injured body and bruised pride, Shiki backed off from the fight and turned, running. It was shameful and he was extremely disgusted with himself for it, but... feeling his ankle give way as he turned down an alleyway to take cover, he was thankful in the end. Panting hard, he let his body slide down the brick wall, one leg curled and the other propped up. He stared dully down at the faulty ankle which would surely swell soon, and sighed distastefully.
Pathetic. He needed to find Akira...
Content: He gets pwned by some. :| Then they come to help!
Setting: Somewhere in the Muspelheim area.
Time: A few hours after the encounter with Akira.
Warnings: He gets his butt kicked! Not very graphic though because I was too lazy to write it.
It seemed that Shiki's original plan of action would require a slight detour.
The onslaught of strange creatures had taken him by surprise; he had never seen anything like this in his life before. He honestly didn't know what to make of them. Was this another stage of Igura? It must have been... but that still didn't tell him what they were. Did it have something to do with the Nicole Virus? Experiments of Arbitro's...?
He'd been heading down one of the less-populated streets after playing with the journal he had been given for a bit. Things seemed to get disturbingly calm and quiet then as the night went on, and there was a sense of uneasiness in the air that even Shiki could sense, even if he was not a local. Something bad was going to happen. Of course, then, he didn't fear it. Anything that he had come up against so far back home had been relatively easy to defeat, and he wasn't about to place a bet on the crazy people who seemed to think this was an entirely different world just yet...
Then he heard a strange noise. Something moving, something emitting an odd sound he couldn't even describe—whatever it was, it sounded like no human nor human he had ever encountered before. He had no idea what to make of it, but he'd frozen in place and shifted his eyes left and right, trying to find the source of it. Nothing.
They came at him out of nowhere.
He couldn't tell if they were human or animal. Their anatomy didn't make any sense. Their speed was incredible, and they seemed invincible. This was the first time in a very long time that he felt an ugly ball of fear begin to knot in his stomach; this was the first time he actually felt that he feared for his life.
At first, he felt something come at his back. He was knocked down to the ground, catching himself on his palms. Eyes wide, he struggled for his sword—but attempting to pull something that was about four feet long out of a sheath that was the same length proved to be quite difficult when pinned down on the ground. He quickly yanked it out as far as it would go, and then---as much as he hated to—wrapped his fingers about the blade and guided it out hastily, feeling the sharp edge press to his skin through the leather of his gloves.
Blindly, he swung it single-handedly over his head—it wasn't quite as effective as he wanted it to be, but the thing got a good cut on its head and jumped back. It gave Shiki enough time to roll onto his back and properly adjust his grip on his sword. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, and then standing, he readied for battle.
Still, he wasn't as resilient as he hoped he could be. The number of the strange creatures multiplied, and of course he had no time to contemplate their origins. He had to defend his life now—a concept very foreign to him, from so many successful years in Igura. The rather one-sided battle seemed endless to him, and it soon became apparent that it would not be easy and his chances of winning were very slim.
With an injured body and bruised pride, Shiki backed off from the fight and turned, running. It was shameful and he was extremely disgusted with himself for it, but... feeling his ankle give way as he turned down an alleyway to take cover, he was thankful in the end. Panting hard, he let his body slide down the brick wall, one leg curled and the other propped up. He stared dully down at the faulty ankle which would surely swell soon, and sighed distastefully.
Pathetic. He needed to find Akira...
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And then he heard the woman. Grunting in distaste, he turned his head to look at her. His eyes widened at the sight: more of those white creatures. Immediately his heart rate began to race, struck with a whole array of bad feelings. He looked quickly back to Rin, and huffed. "Just this once..." he warned, and began to force himself to stand.
The blade lowered, and despite the pain in his twisting ankle, he wasn't about to get taken by these... things. Not now. He was racked with pain, but he swore he'd dealt with worse, so he'd put up with it. He had to, especially now- there were other's present. His blade turned on offense, instead, toward those white creatures.
As if their previous conversation hadn't even taken place, Shiki hissed, "These are dangerous, you don't want to tangle with them. You won't be able to stop them. Run."
Funny, weren't they the ones supposed to be helping him?