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That's what I get for posting while half asleep. No need to be SORE about it. |
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Caionna stirs slightly and begins to come to. Looking around she notices the difference in scenery due to the artificial darkness starting to cede. Seeing Aren staring down at her, she groggily asks, "Where are we?"
"I don't completely know..." Aren replies, "But it's some kind of viewing platform above an arena." "What do you mean?" She questions. "Well, Zerilisk wanted to fight under asinine rules, and Zarik wanted to even the field." He responds, "If you're worried about how long you've been out... I'd wager about ten minutes. Our buddy made quick work of the lizard. All I can say is that cheaters never prosper." "I hope you're right." she says and closes her eyes again. Moments later, Bel arrives and the remote device in his pocket begins to glow and react. Seemingly in proximity to Caionna. At some point during the exchange, the harpy has gone quiet. Looking over to where she and Zissou were sitting; he is sitting there, gently rocking her back and forth by swaying his stance as she leans against his shoulder. Placing a finger to his lips, he says, "It appears the combination of the emotional turmoil and her physical condition has caught up to her. Fret not, she is merely asleep." |
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No need to flip a LID! |
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"Yeah," Aren says, "But Zarik did the majority of the work from what I could hear."
Caionna seems to be reacting to the device in Bel's hand. She grabs her head and begins to reel slightly. She doesn't speak, but she merely lets out a droning tone not unlike a TV unable to receive a signal. Zissou stands slowly, as to not disturb the sleeping girl . Upon reaching his feet, he gently hoists her over his left shoulder to be able to use his staff as a cane. Walking over to Bel, he states, "That appears to be a device that controls whatever it is that is sapping her strength." Motioning to Aren, he says, "Some assistance, please." Aren nods and lifts the harpy off of his father's shoulder and sets her on his own. His eyes begin to water from her pungent odor permeates through the blanket now. With a cough, he says, "Alright, this has to be done. I can't take this." Running the index of his free hand down the length of her body, he cants, "Aroma of death give way to a less offensive odor! Prestidigitation!!" In an instant, the putrid fragrance gives way to a delightful amalgam of lavender and vanilla. "There!" He breathes a sigh of relief, "That should help diffuse some of the tension too!" Zissou rolls his eyes and says flatly, "I forgot that you do not know what it means to do more than mundanities. Step outside of your office every so often, and discover that not everything in the world must be pleasant." Turning his attention to the device, he takes it from Bel's hand and begins to examine it. "This is a magical item, far be it from Zarik to be able to figure it out. So he may be better used for scouting, as you said." He takes a moment to perform an identification spell. At some point during the process, a bright, reddish light begins emitting from under that robe Caionna was given for modesty. He then pulls the robe down from he shoulders far enough to expose the source of the light. A bright rune in the shape of a dragon had shown itself on her chest. Covering her again, he looks at the device in his hand and a look of deep concentration crosses the old man's face. Placing a hand over the device, Zissou begins to channel aether into it to see what will happen. The device glows a distinct blue and a similar stream to the purple light from earlier heads toward the towering crystals on the horizon. "Just as I had suspected..." he murmurs, then begins to examine the device itself. |
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Posts: 4565/4986 EXP: 23590172 Next: 136394 Since: 01-02-12 Last post: 1254 days Last view: 1254 days |
Excuse, me, where are the first-aid KITS? |
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Don't BITE off more than you can chew. |
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"Dunno if you know this, but..." Aren snaps back, "I was brought on as the healer for this little shindig, and I had my own work to do. As far as little miss knocking on Death's door is concerned, you don't have her ass pressed up against your nose, now do you? Front row seats to smellovision isn't exactly what I call a good time."
"Would you two kindly shut up!?" Zissou barks, "I am trying to discern the facilities of the device Belgarion retrieved from the source of this whole mess! I have gathered thus far that it is a controller for the rune on Caionna's chest that is siphoning her power. I should be able to make it do other functions if I could concentrate on what it is capable of doing." Staring intently at both of the other men for an uncomfortable amount of time, in awkward silence, he returns to his study after stating, "I am glad we are quite finished." "Wow..." Aren says to break the silence. On his search, Zarik searches for the fastest route to get to the crystals from the ground. Having shifted his shape to allow his wings for gliding, he surveys the the area. The blue dragon from earlier appears and intercepts him. Gliding next to him, the blue squeaks, "Master Zarikonis--" Zarik's eyes flash angrily and he says, "Wanna try that again? I won't talk to you if you insist on calling me that." "Forgive me, Master Zarik!" the nameless blue dragon backpedals, "Mistress Aesalth wishes to extend an invitation to her dais to you and yours!" "And what makes you think we're so stupid to just blindly follow you - or any of the other bastard here - into that bitch's grubby claws? I want PROOF this isn't a ruse. You all seem to think we're stupid, and I refuse to perpetuate that." Zarik snaps, his mouth throwing sparks to add the threat of a sparking breath attack. "Of course!" The dragon stammers, putting some distance between them if things turn hostile, "How may I go about earning your trust?" Zarik glides to the ground and makes another mighty leap to continue surveying the terrain. Pointing at the crystals, he says, "Tell me how to get my friends to the crystals to reclaim the power you've stolen. I won't accept anything less." "I'm afraid I can't do that!" The blue exclaims. "The I guess I'll just have to find my own way, then won't I? I'm gonna blast you out of the fucking sky if you don't change your mind or fuck off!" he shouts back and opens his mouth. "Alright! Fine!" the cowardly dragon surrenders, "There is a path from where they are that goes through yonder canyon that will take you and yours to the crystal yard! Now follow me the mistress awaits!" Zarik deliberately fires a warning shot and yells, "Did I stutter? I said RECLAIM THE POWER, shit stain!" "I regret to inform that I truly cannot help on that front!" The blue cowers. "Then get the fuck away from me!" Zarik roars, "I'm still not stupid enough to fall for your cheap tricks! Get out of my sight before I end you like I did to your big, black buddy!" The blue yips and backs off from Zarik, then goes out of sight as commanded. Zarik then banks his way back around and makes his way back toward the party. Some time having passed, Zissou seems to have made a modicum of progress on the device, Caionna has since calmed and quieted down. She still appears to be in anguish from proximity to the device. |
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♪It's a piece of cake to BAKE a pretty cake!♫ |
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"My nose isn't literally in her ass, genius!" Aren snips, "Ever hear of a figure of speech?'
"Hey!" Zarik shouts from a distance, "Quit your bickering! I could hear you loud and clear from over by the fucking crystal farm!" Landing gracefully, he points at Aren and says, "Shut the fuck up about who did hat in that fight. Sure, I did the damage, but Bel pinned him down. It was a pretty clear DPS-Support effort." Aren opens his mouth to protest, but realizes he's pretty inexcusably in the wrong, so he shuts up. Looking at Zissou, Zarik notices the device. "What is that?" He asks. "It is a device Belgarion and I saw Zerilisk use on Caionna to sap her power before we were transported here. He found it and brought it up with him when you left." Zissou explains, "I am trying to reverse engineer the properties of siphoning to channel her power back to her." "Would it help if we took her closer to the source?" Zarik posits. "Perhaps, but how do we get there?" Zarik waggles a finger and says, "That's what I was looking for. Had a bit of an exchange with one of Aesalth's dragonet lackeys. He said there's a path to the north that'll take us right there, and I think I saw the path as I was flying over." Going over to Cai, he picks her up and continues, "Let's not waste any time. From the way he made it sound, she ordered them to be at bay and wants to parley. I say we don't go without everyone in fighting shape." |
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Banned for a personal problem. |
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Posts: 4571/4986 EXP: 23590172 Next: 136394 Since: 01-02-12 Last post: 1254 days Last view: 1254 days |
RAKE the damn leaves! |
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"Considering how skittish the whelp I was relaying with was," Zarik responds, "I don't think we have any credible threat from them. I wanna say that taking out one of their biggest bluster sacks shook them up a bit."
Slinging Caionna over his shoulder, he continues, "Taking her straight to the source of where her power is stored can only be a good thing. She knows how to channel aether from a crystal." Caionna protests being tossed on her brother's shoulder by yelling as he tries to speak, "Hey! I'm not a sack of potatoes, you know! Be more gentle if you must carry me!" "It is not a case of whether she can or not," Zissou chimes in, "it is a matter of whether or not doing so is a wise decision." "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it!" Zarik exclaims, "You said 'take her closer', so that's what I plan to do! I refuse to go into a parley with the object of our ire without letting the one she thinks is a pawn speak her piece." "Hang on, what?" Cai asks flatly, "You want to talk to her before getting the hell out of here? And carry the little girl into danger?" "Do you have a better idea?" Zarik blurts out, "I don't exactly want to take a second trip, and if we don't settle this now, we'll just be back to square one whether you like it or not!" As if in response to her being referenced, the harpy stirs slightly and starts to squirm in Aren's grasp. She begins fussing as if the adornments on his shoulder are starting to bother her, so he switches arms and holds her so her body is leaning against his. Feling more at ease with the new carrying arrangement, she begins to nuzzle against his neck. Aren bounces his shoulder slightly and says, "Don't be doing that!" Zissou shakes his head and scolds, "She is asleep. Let her be." |
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Bad RNG can make a speedrunner pretty damn MAD.
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Posts: 4574/4986 EXP: 23590172 Next: 136394 Since: 01-02-12 Last post: 1254 days Last view: 1254 days |
Does the AMD Phenom II hold up in almost 2020?
No idea. I've been running on an Intel i7 since 2014. |
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Lemme fill my MUG with coffee before you start your shit! |
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Posts: 4576/4986 EXP: 23590172 Next: 136394 Since: 01-02-12 Last post: 1254 days Last view: 1254 days |
did you see the sonic 3 prototype?
I might have seen something, but I don't know. Sonic isn't a topic I stay on top of. |
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"Bingo!" Zarik says and makes a gunshot motion with his hand, "We can neither risk the girl's safety or our party's stability by breaking apart at this point. And I'm erring on the side of caution by approaching Lord Bitch at 100% capacity, because i'm with you on thinking that shit's a trap!"
Aren heaves a sigh and says, "Hey, I'm sorry that between my jobs at the Foundry and the clinic take precedence over being an adventurer these days!" "Not sure how the Foundry needs your oversight, dude." Zarik says, "Unless you have a pet project, you're not expected to be there any more than I am. I didn't hire the people we have for you to be a bastardized dragon up their asses. They already have a real dragon on their asses half the time." Adjusting Caionna's weight on his shoulder, he adds, "And if you were so fucking concerned with the Foundry, then why in the hell were you impossible to find when I needed you for a project about a year or two ago, eh? Lie your way out of that one, Skippy!" Cai heaves a sigh in protest of Zarik's mild manhandling of her, then cranes her neck to make eye contact with Aren. Raising a brow, she adds, "That's actually a good point. He, Zissou, and Bel nearly got torched in the Great Gubal because of failed goose chase after you!" "I, too, would like to know, Arendal." Zissou presses. "I... Uh..." Aren stammers, "It's a long story..." "Well, unless we're gonna take to the air," Zarik says, "We've got about an hour before we get to where we're going. Spill it!" |
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You don't have to be a CUNT about it! |
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^ Only if  Epele counts
< wants more people to participate in the story forum v is unlikely to join up |
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"Well... Uh..." Aren stammers, "I just wanna start by saying that you guys went on that goose chase for no reason. You said a goblin told you I was going?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Zarik asks. "You realize that goblins aren't the most attentive to things that aren't shiny, right?" Aren responds, "That goblin could have just saw another Raen heading in that direction. We all look the same to them." "Mildly racist, but the stereotype goes both ways. Our perception of them to their perception of us." Zissou muses. "Okay, we nearly got ourselves and an otherwise uninvolved knight killed because we got lied to." Zarik says with marked irritation in his voice. "Now tell us what you were doing? Why weren't you responding on your linkpearl?" "Fucked if I can remember..." Aren says sheepishly, "But I can tell you that I was nowhere near Dravanian soil." "Get to the point!" Caionna chimes in. "I may, or may not, have been in Ishgard." Aren says, continuing to dodge the topic. "Get to the point before I hand Cai over to Bel and dribble your ass like a ball!" Zarik states with audible anger. "I was sloshed and whoring, okay?" Aren confesses, "I wanted time away from everything I was working on, so I took a few days for absolute debauchery." Looking off to the side, he continues, "It didn't seem appropriate to talk about, given the context of the day's itinerary." "On one hand," Zarik says with an aggravated sigh, "I get what you mean. On the other hand, we could have saved ourselves a lot of time and aggravation that week if you were reachable, even if you were blackout drunk and balls deep in an Elezen wench. I wouldn't have cared!" Harpy begins giggling subconsciously at Zarik's example. "That girl ain't right..." Zarik says with an eye roll. |
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