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Post by ryocker on Nov 5, 2015 3:30:06 GMT -5
Crona propped themself up, groaning as they stood. Their own wounds healed, the black blood making quick work of whatever might have harmed them. "....a storm of fire and lightning," he noted.
The sprite squeaked, creating barriers to keep out the oncoming plasma based attacks.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 5, 2015 9:22:23 GMT -5
The dragon touched back down on the lake's frozen surface and tossed Senuta's limp form aside. Once she was out of its grasp, it almost immediately collapsed, lying sprawled out on the ice.
As she fell, the boy in the hood skated Senuta's way at high speed. He took a mighty leap, meeting the yokai halfway and delivering a kick-flip upside her head –and a remarkably powerful one for a boy his size– sending her flying towards Forsaken and Crona. "ORCNOS!"
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Nov 5, 2015 23:32:34 GMT -5
Senuta still did not move. She could only grunt as the boy knocked her away with a surprisingly brutal kick to the head. Her mind was too scrambled to properly react, leaving her wide open for the duo in the snow.
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Post by DMis on Nov 5, 2015 23:42:21 GMT -5
Forsaken jumped out of the way of the Yokai. "Anger never gets anyone anywhere," she offered as she started to observe Senuta.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 7, 2015 0:00:22 GMT -5
Crona just smiled, Pulling Free Ragnarok before looking ready to cut the gal in two, but simply slapped her upside the head with the sword instead.
The small Sprite gave trills, unsure of what was going on.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 7, 2015 0:37:17 GMT -5
Leaving the yokai to the duo, the purple-caped boy skated over to the dragon. Through his perpetual scowl, one could almost see a hint of genuine concern in his expression.
Ừ̷͡ą̷͢͟͠x̢͡͏͠n͢͢.̷̴̶̡͡ ̸̴̛͠E͘͟͠v̴̀̕͡r̶͘ȩ̸į̢͏v̸͞ ̷͞r̀͟͟͠w̶̵e͜͟͝͞ ́̕a̵̕͟͜a҉̸̨͘x́r̷̨̀͘͟ḑ̛͟ţ̛͠͞s͏҉̵̀į͞r̸͏͘͢҉.͜͟͡ ͘͟͞҉͡A̡̡̨҉l̴͝s͏̕u͞҉u̶̢̕n̴̛͢ ́́̕͡w̴̸̡u̷҉҉̶x̡́͢ ҉͏́g̷o̴͜͜e̶̕u͝ ͢͝t̛̀͟a̧͡u͞͡s̸̀́͟͟l̛̀͡ ̛͜͜͡r͏̛e̶̸̕̕͞w̛͝͏͠ ̵̷̡͘͟b̵̢́t̷̨͟ò̡̕o̧͏̵̕͟r̵̴̨͡ ͏͟͠ìd̀͝ ̵̷̛́e̷̢͘͢ờ̵͝ó̕ńm̡͢n͢ ̵̵̨͝x̵͢͜͞͡n̴̨̨̕u̡͟͟ú̡͜i̧͏̴l҉̢̡͝҉a̴h̶̸̶͟͝i͢ ̵̡͞ì̵̶͝d̴̡͡k̢͜҉͜r̸̀͝͏e̸͜m̧̀͢͟ ̕͞r̛͘͢͢v͟͟͝͞͡u̸̧ ̸̀r҉̴̡͏͟ę͝h͡u҉̴̡̡͞ş̛ ̀҉v̶i̢̛͟͝n̴̕ ҉̡́҉͞ş̧̛̕k̵s̢̧͢͡o̵̡҉̀f͠͝ ̸̴͜͞ḑ̕͠͝i͏̀͜͟͞ ̸̛͟d̷̡̧͞b̵̀ą̷a̴̢͠҉̕w̷̛͝͏h̵̢́̕e̴̶̡̧r̶̛̛͜͞ ̵͜t̡̡҉͢à̡͟͜c҉͢͟h̷́͟͝-̀͠
"Veh, yeah, shut your trap, you old bastard," the boy growled to the voice in his head, skidding to a halt next to where the dragon laid its head on the ice. "Hey. Buddy. You alright, there? B**** didn't hit ya too hard, did she?"
The dragon let out a stiff, labored exhale, growling somewhat coherently under its breath. "Ekim... Thurirl..."
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Post by Pink Moon Wolf on Nov 7, 2015 23:26:59 GMT -5
Senuta skidded across the ice, coming to a halt in the snow pile between Forsaken and Crona. She growled and hissed in pain, blood mingling with the white crystalline powder. Still, despite her wounds, she forced herself to use what energy she could to muster up a small whirlwind of ice. Her attempts were quickly pacified thanks to the hit from Ragnarok's hilt.
Properly down for the count, Senuta laid still in the snow. She might not have been unconscious, but the fight had taken a large enough toll on her physically and mentally to keep her from getting back up.
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Post by DMis on Nov 7, 2015 23:32:24 GMT -5
Forsaken sighed as the girl came to a stop. A song bubbled up in the back of her throat as her wounds healed over.
((forgive the KH fan in me for a few mintues))
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Post by ryocker on Nov 8, 2015 23:32:48 GMT -5
Crona gave a smile, following her down the snowbank as they gently hummed along. "So, what now?" They asked.
The sprite wondered right over to the dragon man, nuzzling at him as she attempted to help him up. "Friend?" she asked.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 9, 2015 1:04:00 GMT -5
The dragon didn't move, lying still on the icy surface. Its scales still felt the acidic burn in the mist, even with the cool air and snow diluting it slightly. Its yellow eyes couldn't seem to focus on any single fixed point. "Th... Thurirl...?"
The hooded boy gently placed a hand on the dragon's head. Even if it wasn't looking at him directly, he still looked deeply into its dimly-glowing eyes. "Paul? Buddy, you alright?"
Paul...? The dragon was confused. Who was this boy? What was he insinuating? What was this "Paul" he spoke of?
Why did that word sound so familiar...?
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Post by DMis on Nov 9, 2015 1:10:01 GMT -5
"We go check on our dragon friend," she offered as she got up. "Twilight doesn't seem to be moving for now."
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Post by ryocker on Nov 9, 2015 1:56:34 GMT -5
The sprite whimpered, poking at him. "Paul Friend?" she asked, trying to make sure he was okay.
Crona took several steps down the hill, breaking into a sprint as they approached the dragon on the ice. "Hey, there he is!"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 9, 2015 11:28:22 GMT -5
The dragon's gaze landed on Forsaken and Crona as they approached. After a while, though, it took a deep breath and closed its eyes, feeling too exhausted to stay focused.
The hooded boy shifted slightly so the others could see him standing behind the dragon. "Hey. You two with him?"
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Post by DMis on Nov 9, 2015 12:02:36 GMT -5
Forsaken walked over. "We are. Even if I might have not known him pre-fog, he's a friend. And I do mean that," she offered as she came to Paul's resting spot.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 9, 2015 23:22:19 GMT -5
The sprite clutched the dragon, giving him a hug. "Seems we're not the only friends," Crona sighed, smiling at the tiny creature.
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