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Post by malak on Apr 1, 2007 22:24:27 GMT -5
He kicked off the stupid girl and jumped to his feet. How had she got to him so fast? No matter. As long as he got away from these three annoyances he could get back to punishing them by getting rid of more boards. That'll teach them.
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Post by Nimras on Apr 1, 2007 22:24:33 GMT -5
Nimras bit her lip. "Maybe," she conceded. "If that's the case, then how would we make it so it isn't helping Malak anymore?"
Well, if it was broken, she reasoned, then it wouldn't be working anymore -- and if it wasn't working, it wouldn't be giving him power anymore... right? I wish there was a mage here, the white Lupess thought wistfully. "Spot, can you get the metal off it?"
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Post by Reasie on Apr 1, 2007 22:28:13 GMT -5
"GUYS, HE'S GETTING AWAY!" Reasie bellowed as best as she could with the wind knocked out of her. Dang, he was strong!
"Bring your toy and help me bring him down!" And, for the millionth time, Reasie chased after teh bad guy.
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Post by Zylaa on Apr 1, 2007 22:29:43 GMT -5
Zylaa ran after Reasie, singing "Defying Gravity" in the hopes that the pwnfulness of the song would allow her to fly. It didn't work.
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Post by Spot on Apr 1, 2007 22:29:54 GMT -5
Nimras bit her lip. "Maybe," she conceded. "If that's the case, then how would we make it so it isn't helping Malak anymore?" Well, if it was broken, she reasoned, then it wouldn't be working anymore -- and if it wasn't working, it wouldn't be giving him power anymore... right? I wish there was a mage here, the white Lupess thought wistfully. "Spot, can you get the metal off it?" "Cat claws are very handy at many tasks," Spot gloated, and started prodding and scratching at the metal bands. They were attached tightly, but they had their weak points. Spot grimaced, "I almost got it ... annnnd ..." TWANG! The metal snapped loose, a shower of sparks doused the two, and the leopard was now unconscious from the metal hitting her square in the forehead. The crystal lay on the ground, now faintly glowing.
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Post by Nimras on Apr 1, 2007 22:32:45 GMT -5
Nimras bit her lip. "Maybe," she conceded. "If that's the case, then how would we make it so it isn't helping Malak anymore?" Well, if it was broken, she reasoned, then it wouldn't be working anymore -- and if it wasn't working, it wouldn't be giving him power anymore... right? I wish there was a mage here, the white Lupess thought wistfully. "Spot, can you get the metal off it?" "Cat claws are very handy at many tasks," Spot gloated, and started prodding and scratching at the metal bands. They were attached tightly, but they had their weak points. Spot grimaced, "I almost got it ... annnnd ..." TWANG! The metal snapped loose, a shower of sparks doused the two, and the leopard was now unconscious from the metal hitting her square in the forehead. The crystal lay on the ground, now faintly glowing. Nimras narrowed her eyes at the sight of the approaching Malak. "Spot? Let me finish destroying what's left of the ball -- why don't you go play with the running Malak? Some dessert sounds wonderful right now." The Lupess then noticed that the feline -- as cats are wont to do -- was taking a nap. "Nevermind," the Lupess sighed. Snagging the glowing crystal, Nimras began beating it against the iron hub of the carriage wheel.
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Post by malak on Apr 1, 2007 22:36:37 GMT -5
Malak cursed under his breath as he ran. Those two animal mods were about to ruin the crystal ball that prevented the Basset Hounds from finding him! He had to get the forumers under control, and fast... and that meant bringing out his ultimate weapon.
Pressing a button on his wrist that had somehow managed not to get destroyed through all the running, burning, and other things he had gone through, he vanished to his spaceship, which was floating above in orbit. That was where he had kept the real Patjade, with his close associate and jailmaster, Scarven Dessan. The "warm and fuzzy" mini-mod had been all too easy to turn when promised a chance to have a hostage again... Malak didn't spend too much time wondering why; he figured he'd be better off not knowing.
"Dessan," he said shortly. "Is the prisoner ready?"
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Post by Scar on Apr 1, 2007 22:39:42 GMT -5
Malak cursed under his breath as he ran. Those two animal mods were about to ruin the crystal ball that prevented the Basset Hounds from finding him! He had to get the forumers under control, and fast... and that meant bringing out his ultimate weapon. Pressing a button on his wrist that had somehow managed not to get destroyed through all the running, burning, and other things he had gone through, he vanished to his spaceship, which was floating above in orbit. That was where he had kept the real Patjade, with his close associate and jailmaster, Scarven Dessan. The "warm and fuzzy" mini-mod had been all too easy to turn when promised a chance to have a hostage again... Malak didn't spend too much time wondering why; he figured he'd be better off not knowing. "Dessan," he said shortly. "Is the prisoner ready?" "Oh, the prisoner is ... ready Malak," Scar purred, licking his lips. "Oh, will we have much fun with this prisoner? I didn't get to play with the toys the last time"
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Post by Nimras on Apr 1, 2007 22:40:35 GMT -5
CRACK! The crystal broke neatly in half, with considerably more sparkles and flames than the white Lupess was comfortable with in her proximity. The formerly glowing crystal was now quite dead, as plain as glass. Nimras wrinkled her nose, hopefully that hadn't helped Malak.
Looking up, she saw an exasperated Reasie and a rather oblivious Zylaa. "Hey," she said, puzzled, "where'd he go?"
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Post by malak on Apr 1, 2007 22:41:46 GMT -5
"Dessan, you appear to be far too pleased about this... and what's with the licking the lips thing? If I didn't know better, I'd think you were... 'hitting on' me or whatever you forumers call it," Malak said, backing up slowly.
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Post by Revan on Apr 1, 2007 22:48:01 GMT -5
"What's this? Yes, this seems to be Malak's signature. To me, hounds. We have someone to track."
"Yes you can eat him later"
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Post by Reasie on Apr 1, 2007 22:48:10 GMT -5
CRACK! The crystal broke neatly in half, with considerably more sparkles and flames than the white Lupess was comfortable with in her proximity. The formerly glowing crystal was now quite dead, as plain as glass. Nimras wrinkled her nose, hopefully that hadn't helped Malak. Looking up, she saw an exasperated Reasie and a rather oblivious Zylaa. "Hey," she said, puzzled, "where'd he go?" "up," explained Reasie tiredly. "Any idea on how to get up? Because if I'm right, he's very, very up. Like, "beam me up" up. And I'm apparently the only person here without some snifty powers. So... how do we get "up?"
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Post by Nimras on Apr 1, 2007 22:50:17 GMT -5
"Well, unless you call being a Lupe 'snifty powers' I'm with you on not having any. No magic or nothin'."
The Lupess pouted. "There's got to be a way to get up there. ...Do you suppose he's got a spare... uppy thing.. hidden out here in the carriage?"
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Post by Reasie on Apr 1, 2007 22:53:08 GMT -5
"As long as I don't have to do any more chasing for a while, I'm good to do anything. So we need to search a coach? Let's search a coach!"
Reasie joined Nimras in rooting around the carriage. After what felt like far too long, Reasie held up a shiny wristlet. "Does this look 'uppy' to you? Even if it's not, it's got a button, and I'm really in a button-pushing mood."
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Post by Scar on Apr 1, 2007 22:54:47 GMT -5
"Dessan, you appear to be far too pleased about this... and what's with the licking the lips thing? If I didn't know better, I'd think you were... 'hitting on' me or whatever you forumers call it," Malak said, backing up slowly. Scar sauntered up to Malak, casually swinging a pair or arm chains on his finger. "Oh, I'm just pleasssed at being able to work with you, Malak. You've got such lovely equipment," he smiled.
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