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Post by Cendra on Nov 1, 2009 20:39:08 GMT -5
The tea was still a bit hot so Telrien drank it slowly in between the last bites of her egg. It was different from what she was used too, but not too bad. Still chewing the very last bit of egg, she reached into the bigger pocket of her cloak and pulled out what looked like a mess of some kind of metal string, a few metal rods and a gun handle. Quickly, she set to work putting all the pieces together and in approximately 15 second had an operational crossbow in hand.
“Well, here she is. She's not my favorite, but it's all I have for now. I had to make new arrows and everything, seeing as my last one was a long bow.” Telrien said as she proceeded to pull out four arrows and lay them on the table, each having their own color fletchings. She picked the one with blue feathers up and examined it.
“I haven't had time to finish this one quite yet, but basically it will hold a strong acid that, once injected into the target, will deteriorate the tissue around it quickly. The green one, here, makes you delusional, as if just the plain impact wasn't enough to startle you. The black one is set with springs, of sorts, and once in the target, lets loose these three prongs that make up the arrow head.” As a demonstration Telrien took her fork and set off the trigger. The sharp sides jumped forward with a snap making it look like a mini grappling hook. She looked pleased with herself as she set it back on the table. Then she turned to the fourth one.
“And the plain looking, white one, well, that's a secret.” she said in a partially playful tone and proceeded to put everything back in it's place, except the crossbow.
“So what do you think? Am I ready for some action?” She said, smiling expectantly.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 6, 2009 19:58:32 GMT -5
"Holy..." Nopcsa let out a wolf-whistle. He turned to Garth, who was trembling slightly. Moreso after the mouse-trap movement from the grappling hook.
"I think you're prepared. Maybe not as much as Garth, there, but if you're packing THAT... thing, you're better off than me. I mean... I'm not even a power, you know? So something like this fight coming up, I'm just going to slow you two down," Nopcsa shrugged slightly.
"You dragged us both into this. It's only fair if you're along for the part with a chance of getting your butt kicked, isn't it?" Garth said grimly.
"I was just kidding. I need to be there anyways, make sure that one of the newbies doesn't screw this up, and the other doesn't run off and sell this thing on eBay. But, considering how well armed our cohort is, this should be a bit easier than I thought it would be."
"Hm?"
"I was expecting a one-versus-one Powers fight, while I made a grab for the phurbu. Then, we fled like rabbits. But if we can dedicate two of us to fighting, we have a good chance at winning outright. Not really fair, but considering that all three of us fit rather nicely under the adjective 'craven'-"
"I don't," Garth raised a hand in objection.
"Okay, two cravens and a 'milquetoast'. To go, may I add," Nopcsa jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
"Already?" Garth sighed.
"This is business, not pleasure. Now that we know that little Miss Appropriation is packing, we're good to go," Nopcsa turned, and opened the door with another heavy push. The sunlight came streaming in, along with the wind.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 6, 2009 20:04:41 GMT -5
"I don't," Garth raised a hand in objection. I know that Photu's been following this thread. So before he can,
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Post by Cendra on Nov 9, 2009 17:31:48 GMT -5
Telrien looked out the door and squinted her eyes until they adjusted to the outside light. Getting up from her cushion, she made her way over next to Nopcsa, crossbow in hand. Showing off her equipment had put her in a pleasant mood.
“So...we're off I guess? Do you guys already have our target scouted out or are we just jumping into this one?” She asked the two behind her as she cautiously peeked out the door, making sure no one she recognized from the commotion before was still around.
“It wouldn't do to be caught now.” She thought. Growing more confident she stepped off to the side and waited for the others to exit.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 9, 2009 22:04:39 GMT -5
"Pretty much just jumping in. We have a few tips about a lama isolating himself in solitude at a monestary here, and know that he's used a phurbu in a handful of exorcisms and such. But we have no idea on how this guy operates, if he's peaceful, or if he can take care of himself," Nopcsa closed the door behind him with a slam.
A moment later, a grunting, ruddy faced Garth pushed the door open again. He stumbled into the street.
"I kinda hope he isn't the peaceful kind... I'd feel like a jerk if he was, and we were doing this to him," Garth said, his breathing slightly heavier than normal.
"A victim's a victim. You're taking their stuff, no matter who it is. Sure, I mean, it'd feel like we earned out profits more from a shaolin-kung-fu-wang-chung bruiser sort of guy, but either way, he still isn't a megalomaniacal fireball flinging mage. He didn't do anything to earn this." Nopcsa shoved his hands into his pockets, and began wandering off. Garth began walking faster, trying to stay near enough to converse.
"Well, I also wouldn't mind if this guy went and ninja-kicked Nopcsa in the face a few times. You know, that's kinda like pay in itself." Garth shot a look to the group's leader, who simply grinned.
"Can't say I particularly blame ya. But I'm going to be staying the heck out of dodge, this time..." Nopcsa offered, "Hopefully."
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Post by Cendra on Nov 11, 2009 16:34:59 GMT -5
Telrien sped up her step to stay with the other two.
“So, if he's not a 'shaolin-kung-fu'...whatever or a 'fireball flinging mage' this job sounds kinda...lame. He's all by himself so all we'd have to do is wait till he's asleep and catch him off guard. Maybe inject him with a hallucinogenic before he wakes up to make things even easier if need be, but this doesn't sound too hard, really. What's the big deal? You guys could have done this on your own easily.” Telrien paused her step for a second, then hurriedly began walking again to keep up.
“Do I want to ask what happened to him last time?” She turned to Garth, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 23, 2009 12:51:14 GMT -5
"That's the issue.Our timetable called for hitting this place within three days, and then returning to base. We didn't, and do not, have the time for actual research. We managed to dredge up a location, and an idea where said fellow will be, and a confirmation that he has the artifact we need," Nopcsa sighed slightly.
"Well, and that he's an exorcist of considerable potency. But otherwise, for all we know, he could be a hybrid between Jackie Chan and a yeti," Garth offered with a smirk.
"Wrong on two counts, bud. One, yetis are from Tibet, supposedly."
"Ohhh..." "And two, there are two types of exorcist: The nice, peaceful type, and the 'I have divine power on my side, don't **** with me' kind. Don't assume that because I said he might not be a challenge that he will not be a challenge. It's better safe than sorry, you know." Nopcsa turned on his heel, stepping off onto a side street. The architecture seemed more distinctive, bearing the character of foreign design and old stone. Virtually nobody accompanied them along the path at this point, except for a few people quietly making their way home from market.
"We're almost to the building, now."
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Post by Cendra on Nov 24, 2009 15:57:07 GMT -5
“Lets see... twelve white, three green and two black.” Telrien mentally counted her resources out in her head. “That should be more than enough...If not, well, I'll just hide behind something. I'm sure Garth can handle himself...”
As the group of three approached the appointed building, Telrien took a few seconds to admire the dated designs in the rock. She always liked old things, and not just because they were usually worth more, though that might have played some part in it, it just always had a certain feel she enjoyed. A movement in the corner of her eye made Telrien quickly turn her heard to the left, but it was just a regular couple making their way down the street.
“I must be a little more paranoid than I thought.” she muttered under her breath.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 12, 2012 16:42:51 GMT -5
“That building up ahead is our destination,” Nopcsa didn’t even look up, instead averting his gaze. He wiped the oven-soot from his fingertips on a low wall, leaving tracks of black across the grey stone.
The structure in question loomed massively at the end of the street, terminating the path with more finality than a period ends a sentence. It was only three stories high, but it towered in proportion to all the squat, windblown huts that comprised the majority of the city. The design of the temple clearly evoked another era, the polish of its stones and wood not of a modern sleekness, but instead the result of centuries of wear and service. There was a tiered slate roof, the narrowing of each floor giving it a silhouette reminiscent of a conifer. Its shadow was cast directly towards the trio, like an accusatory sundial pointing out those about to violate its sanctity.
“Would this be the proper time to panic?” Garth choked, trying to bring levity to the moment.
“No, Garth. The proper time to panic is when Auguste Tylor calls you with an assignment. You’re like, what, six hours behind schedule, buddy?” The mentalist turned back towards their objective, using his now clean fingers to draw his hood low over his eyes. He held out his free hand expectantly.
“Map.”
“Oh!” Garth slipped a folded piece of laminated paper from a pocket in his cloak and passed it to Nopcsa.
The group’s leader took it by a corner, and then unfolded it with a ceremonious snap of his wrist. He held it upside down, and cocked his head at a slight angle.
“Now, guys, this is the hardest part of the mission… To be completely forthright with you, I don’t know if this is in either of your skillsets. Better men than any one of us have completely failed at this vital task-“ Nopcsa tilted his head just enough for them to see his dire expression despite his hood, “We need to act like we’re completely lost here.”
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Post by Cendra on Aug 12, 2012 17:23:43 GMT -5
Telrien rolled her eyes and signed.
“I suppose this means I'll be the one asking for directions. ” She raised her eyebrow at Nopcsa. “Don't be a idiot.” She grabbed the map from him flipping it the right way. “Even if we are lost, there's a compass rose in the corner.” She jabbed her finger accusingly at him to keep up appearances...mostly.
“Now find someone to tell us where we are!” She knew she was contradicting herself, but one couldn't pretend to be lost and flustered. She could handle the lost and annoyed act well enough.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 19, 2012 20:08:06 GMT -5
"Hey, I've looked at this place on Google Earth!" Nopcsa's retort was filled with self-importance. The mind-reader decided the better of flinging a hand to his breast in a wounded gesture, instead just opting for grasping for the map and falling short.
"How was I to know that things look different when we're down here? You can barely see ANY of the roofs. Really, it's incredibly inconsiderate of the people here to have put the roads so low. They need to plan this city better," Nopcsa fell into stride behind Telrien, their course obviously set for the front door of the monastery. His gaze darted to Garth, who was regarding an engraving of some manner of leonine beast and trembling slightly.
"Garth!" The youth whirled about, turning to face the duo.
"I was... Well, I was-" He flushed red, and then glanced back over his shoulder, towards the entryway. He bit his lip slightly and his shoulders drooped.
"Oh, for pete's sake, don't tell me you need to use the bathroom again. You have the bladder of a geriatric cocker spaniel..." Nopcsa gestured for Garth to draw close to them and regard the map, "Let's see if we can find you a restroom anywhere, before we need to find a mop."
As Garth leaned in closer, the mindreader delivered a sibilant message under his breath. "Can the guilt, Garth. That can wait until after we get done here."
"Sorry..." He mumbled in apology, and caught a significant glance from Telrien, "It runs in my family. We- We always have to rent extra port-a-potties for reunions..."
"Lovely. As if we needed some urgency to pile on top of our consternation," Nopcsa sighed loudly. He glanced at the open, doorless entryway to their objective. It was a plain archway of wood, painted a firetruck red with a matte finish. The steps leading up to it were shaped on stone, seemingly chopped out of a singular slab of grey rock. Though he didn't let his attention linger on the reliefs and carvings in the same manner that his sickly compatriot had, he couldn't help but feel as if there were dozens of eyes watching him disapprovingly.
He stepped up onto the first stair, his leather shoes clicking sharply. He was not concerned with the reports of his footfalls, but was instead focused on an entirely different manner of of stimulus. He let his mind's ears perk up, casting about for signs of whomever was presently residing in this ancient place.
The girl, Telrien, was still incredibly tense. Nopcsa didn't probe her mind too deeply, but it almost seemed like she had more uncertainty regarding him and Garth than she had for the mission they were pursuing. He supposed that made sense; to steal a holy relic was only one step detached from what she did daily, but Powers were something that represented a vast paradigm shift in her entire field. Garth was an empty spot, a total absense of noise. There should've been something there, but all that Nopcsa could hear was a looming silence, even greater than the stillness of this holy site. The mindreader wasn't finding that too great of an inconvenience, however; Garth's body language betrayed his jitters and lack of conviction for anybody to see.
As they traversed the well-worn hallways, Nopcsa was finding himself unable to add to that initial headcount. Their mumbled directions, footsteps, and even their very breath seemed to echo under the high ceiling. All the side rooms were empty, and there wasn't even the murmur of thought from the path ahead.
As they neared the central room, however, Nopcsa couldn't help but start to smile like a total fool.
"Guys... Okay, I'm sorry about getting your hopes up for some brutal gauntlet filled with kung-fu and mystical badassery," His expression displayed anything but contrition.
He put aside his cautious demeanor, barely keeping his voice in check. It reverberated off the walls around them, sounding like a shout in the relative stillness.
"The only person here is the guy we're looking for... And he's asleep."
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Post by Cendra on Aug 20, 2012 15:30:35 GMT -5
“ Are you sure? I wouldn't bet on your bad acting skills. He might have sensed the great disturbance in the universe you created.” Telrien couldn't keep the sarcasm out of her voice. “Though now I suppose we can find Garth a bathroom. Rule number one of warfare: always pee before the battle.” She patted Garth on the head. Her attention turned back to Nopcsa.
“I do hope you know where this guy sleeps at least. I can guard the door and you two do your work. We'll be in and out.” She liked simple fast plans. It gave some leeway for kinks while lessening the chances of being caught. The fact that they didn't have a plan in the first place was aggravating enough. The fact that they didn't even follow it well, made things even worse. If the situation went too south, she would really rather be the one with the highest probability of surviving.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 20, 2012 16:15:04 GMT -5
“Uh… I don’t really need to go,” Garth ran his hand along the cold, gritty stone of one of the walls. He seemed to focus intently on it for a moment, before he turned to face Telrien. His shoulders visibly shook, even in the gloom of the monastery.
“Fine, fine. But once we get this heist rolling, we’re not stopping ‘til our butts are on a coach flight out of here. If you change your mind, you’ll have to run for the airport with your legs crossed,” Nopcsa declared dispassionately.
There was a quiet moan from down the hallway.
“Crap,” Nopcsa declared plainly. He burst into sprint, headed directly for the inner sanctum of the building. The others joined him after a moment, their stealth disregarded in the rush to reach their mark before he fully awoke.
The mindreader came to a sudden halt the moment he entered the room. Garth caught himself a moment later, bumping into his comrade with his palms against his back. Their dress shoes left black marks on the simple wooden floor.
The room was open, with high ceilings. A shallow pool ringed the room, with a single low bridge before the group crossing it. There were two tiers of walkways up above, with solid red wooden columns supporting them. The size of the pillars evoked being in a forest glen, a flowing stream surrounding them. A large bronze statue of a Bodhisattva reclined against the opposite wall, his hand raised slightly with a knowing smile upon his lips. The eyes were wide open, making it look as if he was staring at those that entered the chamber.
The light in the room came from a single hole punched into the center of the ceiling, the natural sunlight pouring in. The wind whistled over it with a low, forlorn wailing.
“Well… Okay. Guess things aren’t as bad as I thought,” Nopcsa shrugged, and advanced into the middle of the room. Seated there was a hunched figure beneath a crimson blanket, only a bald head and knotted shoulders appearing from beneath their cover. The figure’s back slowly rose and fell, clearly with the carefree breath of a sleeper.
“Too easy, really…” Nopcsa reached beneath his right arm, his cloak fluttering slightly with the movement. There was the click of a button being undone.
Nopcsa produced a handgun from where it had been holstered, and pointed it directly at the base of the man’s skull.
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Post by Cendra on Sept 23, 2012 13:07:27 GMT -5
Telrien rolled her eyes at Garth's shaken look and absently wondered if he really had any “field” experience at all. Though she had to admit the Bodhisattva was a bit unsettling.
As Garth and Nopcsa advanced into the room, Telrien scrambled to find and scale the stairs leading to the second floor.
“Yes, lets keep talking in normal voices around a supposedly sleeping man. Whatever sixth sense Nopcsa has, it isn't doing much for his thought proses. Tosk.” She mumbled to herself as angrily readied her bow. Once she was set, Tel peeked out from behind her hiding place to see both Nopcsa and Garth had left only a precious few shots for her, but by this time it was too late to move. Things were about to escalate quickly. There was no way that a “holy man” could sleep with Nopcsa so close and threatening.
OOC: FYI “tosk” is “fool” in Norwegian.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 2, 2012 15:30:42 GMT -5
Nopcsa earnestly wanted to argue in defense of himself, but then he decided the better of it. He'd be tipping his hand if he let her know of his powers, and he'd rather have the advantage until they wrapped this mission up.
This was an easy situation, despite their new comrade's reservation. The lama's mind was a still as a calm lake, the void of a deep slumber. They'd have to start shouting before he'd even start to wake.
He stooped down, keeping the pistol pressed against the mark's head. His eyes darted to a hemp cord around the man's neck.
One delicate motion, a single movement, and they'd be home free. That crappy little string held the phurbu, and consequently, their paycheck. Nopcsa made a smooth, direct reach for it, forsaking his typical flamboyance in pursuit of their objective.
WHAM!
The motion was so sudden that Nopcsa didn't even have time to pull trigger. Where the monk had been seated prior, the mindreader was now roughly deposited in a tangle of limbs, cloak, and blanket. The lama only paused for a moment to glance at his surroundings, before rocketing across the floor and grabbing Garth by his forearm. He wrenched the youth off his feet, and flung him into what bordered on a cartwheel. Garth tumbled into the disoriented Nopcsa with a pathetic yelp, knocking them both sprawling.
"So, my intuition has proven correct. There were thieves headed here today, and furthermore, they were crass enough to try and assail me in the middle of my meditation," The lama was a short man, probably standing a head shorter than Nopcsa, were the mindreader standing at the time. His robes were a deep, rich red, calling to mind the color of blood. His stance was unyielding, and his gaze as cutting as a steel blade.
"Thieves? It's a trifling threat, though still for the best that I sent the others away. But ultimately, it shows an obscene lack of foresight on your part," The man brought his foot to rest on the gun where it had been dropped.
"Something like this is all you bring? Children, I have beaten armies of demons to death with these hands. A couple of common criminals are simply delivering themselves to destruction to approach me like this."
"I'd scarcely call us common," Nopcsa grumbled, staggering to his feet. He took Garth's right hand, pulling him up from where he had landed, "We're about as rare as they come. On the other hand..."
"You're about to be well-done," Garth shouted, and brought his left hand forwards swiftly. A serpentine glow swept around his arm, spiraling to his palm. There it stopped, exploding forth in a torrent of shimmering fire.
The monk jerked to the side, dodging a stream of verdant flames. With the same motion, he scooped the gun off the floor, and kicked it directly into Garth's face.
The burst of fire burst into an iridescing cloud of embers as Garth clutched at his now bloody nose.
"Again, this is nothing out of the ordinary for me," The monk said placidly, before lunging towards the two youths.
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Post by Cendra on Oct 3, 2012 15:33:57 GMT -5
Telrien sat there behind her pillar. The scene was playing out worse than a bad kung fu movie. The fact that she had guessed right in her earlier assessment, made her a bit more calm about the situation, oddly enough. If she hadn't been trying to come up with a counter attack, she would probably have just sat there, safe a sound, watching as they got the snot knocked out of them. Possibly wondering where she could obtain popcorn. But now was not the time for day dreaming.
Peeking out from her hiding place Telrien aimed her green arrow carefully. He might know that she was there, but you never wanted to miss a simple opportunity just in case. Steady arm, calm breathing, zero in the target. In that moment new adrenaline entered her bloodstream making her senses slightly more acute. Finger on the trigger. Then suddenly, with a slight jolt from her bow, the tense stillness was shattered. Tel's green arrow flew toward her opponents head.
Unfortunately, the lama was not as surprised by the assault as she would have liked. He calmly stared at the two in front of him, then at the last moment moved out of the arrows path. Telrien frowned with a small disappointment.
“They always want to do this the hard way.” she grumbled, but when her arrow landed in the pool of water with a shatter, she shouted down to Garth.
“Garth, steam the room!!!” She hoped those two would have the common sense to NOT breath in once the hallucinogen was in the air, but then again, she wasn't going to count on it. Telrien, on the other hand, was prepared for just this and pulled out a tiny oxygen tank with a mouth piece. It was only good for three minutes of normal breathing, but hopefully she could stretch it out until the steam cleared enough. Once visibility was limited she would use the opportunity to change positions.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 30, 2012 14:48:52 GMT -5
“Got it, Tel’!” Garth barked. He drew his sleeve across his face to wipe the blood away, and then swung his arm in a wide arc. At the end of his swing, a lash of rainbow flames emerged, whipping out of his arm like a blade flicking out of a knife handle. The slack went out of it as it reached a height of almost twenty feet, forming a spiraling conflagration that cast the room under a psychedelic, undulating lighting.
“Yeah, just take your- uh-“ Nopcsa sidestepped a punch. The wind from the blow made his hair waver, “Just take your time. I mean, I may as well just pour myself a tall pina-colada.”
The mindreader faded back with a series of abrupt steps and then ducked a flying kick that carried the exorcist over him. He twisted slightly, letting another strike blow past his ribs.
“Look out!” Garth turned, dropping the pillar directly towards the fracas. The monk vaulted clear, and Nopcsa stumbled out of the way, almost faceplanting into the wooden floor as he dove for cover.
“When you all were speaking of my slumber, it is quite possible you were being prescient. With this trivial exercise, you may as well be singing me a lullaby,” The monk sighed loudly, “Some days, you find yourself asking why you bothered to wake up.”
He lunged towards Garth, his footsteps pummeling the floor. He raised his fist, preparing to strike the cowering youth. As he swung, his footing gave way, and dropped him to his knee. His fist hit the frozen patch of wooden floor, sending splinters and shards of ice flying into the air. He snarled, sweeping the remnants of Telrien’s nitrogen arrow aside with his calloused hand.
The nearby impact seemed to sharpen Garth’s focus. He thrust his palm forwards, the inferno splashing against the far wall of the chamber. The water roiled, almost instantly churning into huge bubbles of steam under the supernatural heat.
“C’mon, Nopcsa!” Garth broke off the stream of fire, instantly collapsing the torrent to a wafting framework of coruscating sparks. He dashed past his ally, seizing him by his cloak and dragging him to his feet. They charged into the fog, clapping the fabric of their cloaks over their mouths.
The monk paused at the edge of the cloud, eying it suspiciously. It crept in around his feet and legs, the air growing hazy around him.
“You might all just be vermin, but I’d be a fool to just blindly rush into a trap without evening up the numbers,” The monk slammed his hands together in front of his chest, and the steam recoiled away from him. His voice rose from his throat, a deep, resonant hum that seemed to hang as thickly in the air as the impenetrable fogbank.
Lines of luminous red began rising from the numerous scars crosshatching his skin, spiraling into the air around him. They knit together in front of him, beginning to form an abstract, bestial shape that shone like neon lights. The streaks seemed to resonate with his recitation of Om, and quickly grew from a slight shaking to a whirring, blurring form.
The monk ceased his hum, the room falling unsettlingly silent but for the song of the wind in the rafters. The garnet totem began shuddering, throwing off jags of flickering radiance. Lines of illumination began to fray, stretching and snapping under of the force pushing from within.
All at once, the shape ruptured. It unfurled back and then collapsed through itself, condensing and weaving into a solid form. It crashed to the floor, taking the form of an immense bull with its back even with the first set of walkways. It pawed the floor, its hooves scraping deep furrows in the wood.
It appeared to be hollow, small gaps in its glowing form showing through to the other side. Nonetheless, it possessed uncanny heft. Each time it moved, the entire building seemed to shudder.
The lama opened his eyes, and the bull’s snapped open as well, revealing a pair that looked unsettlingly clever, and what’s more, unsettlingly human. It lowered its head, its massive, curved horns almost touching the floor.
It charged into the mist, vanishing into the steam but for a ruby hued glow that it cast to the cloud.
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Post by Cendra on Nov 19, 2012 13:48:23 GMT -5
The monks taunting didn't bother Telrien all that much. It was a common tactic in any battle to try to intimidate the opponent. His reaction to the little ice patch she'd planted to save Garth on the other hand, solidified that keeping her distance was definitely in her best interest.
Keeping a wary eye on the monk as he chanted, Tel move to set her next phase into action. Working quickly she grabbed one of her nitrogen bolts, unscrewed the tip, removed the thin insulated vial inside and slipped it into one of her many pockets. Then, reaching into her side pouch, she pulled out the precious blue vial she had acquired earlier that day, a thin, empty glass vial and a small glass funnel. Carefully she poured the contents into the funnel and it flowed into it's new glass container. Then, with a twist off the bolt head, the new package was wrapped and ready to be sent.
Locking her new creation snugly in her bow, she fired it just below the statue's neck. A hiss and vapor rose from the hole her arrow had drilled, but there was no time to revel in her work. Just as she'd fired the arrow, the bull had formed from the ground. Telrien wasn't one to believe in ghosts, but if there was such a thing she would bet the same ominous electricity would be in the air. A shiver ran through her as goose bumps formed on her skin. The sound of cracking wood as bull's hoof splintered the floor drew Telrien out of her daze not a moment too soon. Fighting her instincts to run as the bull charged towards the two men, she notched a black arrow in place fixing a thin, but strong cord to the tail end of it and fired in the path of the bull. The arrow dug deep into the stone wall. Telrien braced herself for the impact of the bull as it failed to stop it's charge in time. The force of the impact slammed her chest and head against the rock railing of the upper level.
Telien released several coughs, trying to catch her breath and control the pain of what she presumed to be at least a bruised, if not broken, rib. She heard the loud splash of the bull as it tumbled into the water and scrambled with shaking hands to notch her next arrow. Before the bull could find it's footing again it was cemented in ice.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 6, 2013 13:13:45 GMT -5
There was a loud, rumbling burst as the water turned to ice. A frigid white mist erupted up from the surface, mingling with the steam from earlier, and was painted a vermillion hue by the light cast by the bovine apparition.
It bellowed in its rage, struggling to free itself from the gigantic chunk of ice that two of its legs had been trapped in. The cloud surrounding it violently lashed and recoiled, seemingly being blown about by the frenzy the creature had whipped itself into. There was a loud crunch as the familiar's horn clipped the wall, bits of stone from the blow flying far enough to land at Telrien's feet.
"Thanks, Tel. I needed a moment..." Garth stepped out of the fog, his uniform conspicuously unbuttoned. He slipped his arms free and dropped his shirt, leaving him bare-chested in the cold of the room.
His skin was pale, his ribs standing out noticeably. In comparison to the finely honed muscles of the lama, he looked almost like a skeleton. The thing that stood out most about his appearance, however, was a luminous sigil that seemed to shine from beneath his skin, located in front of his sternum. It was shaped like the letter U with a slash across it, the symbol constantly strobing through a multitude of hues. The monk paused in mid-charge, his brow furrowed in puzzlement.
"Oh, sure, strip at them... That's a great tactical advantage," Nopcsa muttered to himself from his concealment in the fog.
"Bridge between heaven and earth..." Garth placed his hands over the marking, and lowered his gaze meditatively.
"Three coils wrapped about transcendence..." The glyph began glowing more brightly, its light shining through Garth's fragile hands.
"Whisperer of the first falsehood..." Blindingly white lines appeared to either side of the symbol. They then expanded, sweeping into full circles as if they were eyes opening. The befuddlement drained from the monk's face, replaced with urgency and concern. He clenched his fists, and let out a fierce battlecry. There was a crunch as the bull tore itself free of the ice, and an immense scraping as it whirled to face the slender youth.
"Devourer at the roots of life..." Garth winced, hearing the thunderous footfalls of the onrushing bull. He turned to orient himself towards it, his shoulders visibly shaking. The bull roared again, the entire building echoing with the noise. The floors shuddered continuously under its mighty hoofbeats, Garth struggling to maintain his footing.
The bull lowered its head, preparing to impale the youth upon its titanic horn. As it closed the distance, he called out his plea.
"OPHIUCHUS! I invoke thee!"
Garth flung back his arms, and a column of blue fire erupted from his chest. It slammed into the bull's face, first equaling its force, and then overwhelming its momentum and flinging it sideways. It crashed to the floor, the impact blowing Garth over like a leaf in the wind.
The flames wrapped around the beast, writhing and shifting through all the shades of the rainbow. Garth stumbled to his feet, and extended a beckoning hand towards the conflagration that had ensnared the bull. An end to the stream of flames rose up, the two eyespots that had appeared on Garth now clearly shining from it, taking the appearance of stars. Rings of light swept out to either side, evoking a cobra's hood. The blazing serpent reared up, and opened its maw. Two fangs swept down from its upper jaw, taking the appearance of comets suspended in the aether. It let out a hiss, a guttural rumble like the blast of a furnace, and then sunk its teeth into the bull's neck.
The beast roared, moreso from fury than from pain. It started to lumber up off the floor, the smaller serpent endeavoring to entangle its legs before it was free to rush about the battlefield once more. The illumination from their savage struggle played kaleidoscopic rays across the clouded room, painting it into a surreal dreamscape. Garth turned to flee before he was crushed by the melee. As he began to run, the bull's tail slapped him across the back, tearing into skin like a scourge. He screamed pitifully and fell prone, but didn't stop moving even as he hit the floor. He crawled, painfully slow, but still putting distance between the monsters and himself.
As Garth's outcry caught the exorcist's attention, Nopcsa came lunging out of brume, his cloak swept over his mouth to block out Telrien's poison. He brought up his other hand, once more holding the gun, and fired off three rounds as quickly as he could. Though normally they'd be deafening, the reports were barely audible over the clamor. One shot struck the monk in the arm, the other two going wide.
The lama didn't even wince, instantly whirling on his heel. He tumbled past Nopcsa, and then used his elbow to swat the weapon from his hand. The mindreader jumped sideways, barely avoiding roundhouse kick that took a chunk out of the pillar behind him.
"Do you think having a weapon makes you a man?" The monk rumbled, taking two light steps and closing the gap between them, "I've destroyed dozens of fools like you, idiots that always fall for the delusion that a hunk of metal can make them invincible."
"Wait, destroyed?" The mindreader yelped.
"Aren't you Buddhists-" Nopcsa ducked away from a straightarm blow, the wrist scuffing across the side of his face and leaving a bloody mark. He grabbed his cape and twisted it, catching the man's arm, "Aren't you guys supposed to be PEACEFUL?"
The monk allowed himself half-grin at this, the blood from his shoulder seeping through Nopcsa's cloak.
"There are so many people who don't understand enlightenment... They think that it is all path towards goodness and light, that to seek the wisdom of Bodhisattva , you must be the pinnacle of purity and patience."
Nopcsa didn't respond, looking directly into the man's wizened eyes. It was at that moment that he realized he would have been better off leaving the arm free to pummel him with.
"They can't comprehend that enlightenment is the understanding of all things, both good, and evil... And that just as some of us seek the path of light, others of us may choose to follow a drakpo Boddhisattva, and come to embrace destruction," The lama's smile widened, seeing the thief starting to panic.
"If any of you survive this day, then you'll have taken your first steps towards understanding how this universe works. The divine does not content itself merely with protecting and aiding the innocent, but also occupies itself with the punishment and destruction of the wicked."
"So, basically, if you don't tear our heads off, you've filled them with knowledge?" Nopcsa offered brightly, hoping to escape the clutch with his spinal column intact.
"In essence, yes," The monk flung his hand out to the side, tearing it free of the fabric. He swept his ankle behind Nopcsa's leg, tripping the man with enough force that he hung in midair for a moment. As the mindreader fell, the older man jumped up, using him as a stepping stone to jump higher into the air. Nopcsa slammed into the floor, the wind knocked out of him by the impact. He gasped for breath, his lungs too shallow to do anything more than wheeze. His gaze locked on the ceiling above, he saw the lama land on the stone railing of the upper level.
He tried to call out a warning to Telrien, but could only manage a spluttering cough as the monk rushed at her.
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Post by Cendra on Feb 7, 2013 23:46:45 GMT -5
The light show Garth and his snake had put on did not do wonders for Tel's pounding head. It did, however, give her time to compose herself enough to function at about 80%. This would have been fine if the monk had stayed at a distance, but no. She knew she was in for a merry chase once she saw Nopcsa up in the air.
"Speed. Precision. Anticipation." Telrien chanted in her mind. Holding a open vial of nitrogen in one hand, her bow, bolted with her last black arrow, in the other. She spied the monk as he jumped to the stone rail. Just as the monk's feet touched the stone, Telrien sprung into action. Spinning out, her left hand she splattered the content of the vial onto the monk's eyes. Then, almost simultaneously, her black arrow was shot between the eyes of the buddha and she threw the glass vial in the opposite direction, near his head, as a distraction. Tel ran down the hall a few feet then gripped her cord tightly as she swung herself over the edge of the rail. The head gave way slightly making her tumble her landing much closer to the quarreling summons than she would have liked. The energy from both of them almost overwhelmed her as she sprinted to the nearest pillar for cover.
"Hey, Nopcsa! I know this probably isn't the best time. " She grunted as she tied the cord to the loop in her belt and notched her next white arrow. "But I think it would be more than fare if I get at least 30% of your pay cut in addition to mine for saving your butt and all the extra trouble. Oh, not to mention the medical bills I'll have to pay." The last few syllables where said at a slightly higher octave as a snake tail rammed into her pillar coating her with dust and debris. "And possibly therapy!"
The fact that the monk still hadn't made a move on her, especially after shouting, put her ill at ease. Finally she made her way to Garth who looked worse for ware.
"Hey. You going to make it?" She took Garth's unhappy look as a yes. "Can you control that snake thingy you summoned?"
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 25, 2013 3:33:16 GMT -5
“Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna make it…” Garth had managed to get his hands and knees under him, and stumbled into cover besides Telrien. He slumped against the pillar, breathing heavily. Garth tentatively ran his fingers along the lash across his back, exhaling breath in a sharp hiss as he did so. He brought his hand back before his face, and grimly noted the fresh blood on his fingertips. “Just a cut… I’m pretty sure it didn’t slice into anything important, though…” Garth shuddered involuntarily from the chill mist, and then winced as the motion hit his injury. A thunderous impact that shook the whole room almost knocked Garth from his feet, and snapped him out of his dalliance. “Yeah, I can control the snake,” Garth turned. He braced one hand against the column, surveying the battle. Ophiuchus had encircled the bull’s neck, and had wrenched the immense beast into ramming the wall, leaving gigantic cracks spiderwebbing the stone. The bovine spirit tossed its mighty head in a blind fury, attempting to loosen the much smaller creature’s grasp so that it could trample it underfoot. “Like so!” Garth flung his hand out, beckoning to the serpent. It dispersed into a cloud of rainbow flames, churning through the air with a roar. The bull lunged back, landing with surprising grace and delicacy. “Uh, Garth?” Nopcsa staggered to his feet, still wheezing from the blow to his solar plexus, “I’m not going to question your tactical decisions, but-“ The bull pawed the floor, splintering the worn planks under its celestial hooves. It snorted, cascades of crimson sparks billowing from its nostrils. “Come on, bring it!” Garth shoved off of the pillar, staggering into the middle of the floor. He fell to a crouch, blood running down his ribs in crimson contrast to his pale skin. The bull bellowed loud enough that chips of plaster and stone fell from the walls. Telrien and Nopcsa exchanged glances. “Now, Garth, I know I can be a pain in the ass, but is suicide really your best option?” Nopcsa offered, a slight note of concern slipping into his normally flippant tone. The mindreader glanced upwards, turning the motion into a backwards step. The monk slammed down from above like a meteor, cracking the floorboards where Nopcsa had just been standing. Black spots pockmarked his skin where the liquid nitrogen had frozen near instantly, but he’d managed to mostly shield his eyes. Despite the injuries that’d inevitably leave him covered with even more scars, the man seemed unfazed. “Tel, you take care of him-“ Nopcsa bounded over a mule kick that would’ve shattered his legs like twigs, “I have-“ The monk spun on his hands, his extended legs smacking Nopcsa up against one of the pillars. “Issues, over here,” Nopcsa spun behind the pillar, and the exorcist kipped up into a punch that knocked chunks of wood flying. The bull charged, or to more accurately convey the sheer force involved, avalanched towards the anemic highschooler. Planks and chunks of the stone beneath were kicked up behind it, smashing into the wall behind as if they’d been flung by a rampaging tornado. Garth had enough time to pitch back to his feet before beast had closed the distance, swinging his fist as if to uppercut the beast in the jaw. As the bull closed in, turning its head to gore Garth with horns longer than he was tall, Ophiuchus came swooping in, mimicking his motion. It snagged Garth in its shimmering jaws, and rocketed upwards, darting through the gap between its bowed horns. The conflagration twirled in midair, spinning Garth in a prismatic vortex as the bovine spirit careened past below. The beast impacted against the wall, this time the impact blasting a section of stone clear out of the temple wall. As it attempted to pull its massive horns free, the teenager dropped to the floor, coils of Ophiuchus cushioning his fall. Cinders flared around him as he landed. He took a few heavy, shuddering breaths, clearly stifling the impulse to cough. Ophiuchus coiled at his side, keeping its head raised and its gaze intently focused in the way that only snakes can manage. “I just realized that since we got in here, the bull has only gone after me! You’re pretty lucky, Nopcsa,” “That’s me,” Nopcsa tumbled across the floor, avoiding a scything kick aimed for his head. He ended up on his hands and knees, shoving off the floor and stumbling backwards as the monk threw a punch from his hip. The blow missed so narrowly that it still slapped the fabric of the mindreader’s uniform stingingly across his chest, “Mister Fortunate.” “With luck like this, I’m buying out ALL the lottery tickets when I get home,” Nopca twirled, unclasping his cape and flinging it into the other man’s face. The monk rent it in twain in a single motion, giving the mindreader just enough time to launch a fieldgoal kick directly into the holy man’s groin. The monk didn’t react beyond a smug sneer. He then headbutted the gaping Nopcsa in the chest. The well-dressed man went head over heels, ending up on the opposite side of the Buddha from Telrien. The martial artist leaped after him, overtaking him and grabbing him by his hair. He transitioned Nopcsa’s tumble into a motion that slammed him facefirst against the wall, holding him suspended above the water by the scruff of his neck. Blood from the mindreader’s nose and lips ran down the cold stone of the wall as the monk held him pinned there. He absentmindedly smacked another one of Telrien’s arrows out of the air with his free hand, almost deflecting it into a yelping Garth. “It looks like this one isn’t going to live to see enlightenment,” The monk balled his calloused, iron hard hand into a fist, “You other two should probably consider laying down your weapons before I send you to join him.” “Nopcsa!” Garth stretched out his hand, Ophiuchus rocketing forwards as a comet of violet fire. The monk gestured with a jerk of his head, the bull unraveling from where it was entangled in the wall, and reweaving itself facing the opposite direction near instantly. It caught the living conflagration upon its horns. It lifted the hissing serpent into the air and snapped its head downwards. The spirit hit the ground so hard that flames splashed out around it. It gasped a spluttering shower of embers, and then laid still. “There is no saving him,” The monk stated this plainly, as if commenting on the weather. “Do you have any final words to give your companions, thug?” Nopcsa coughed weakly, pausing to gather the strength to speak. “You know, when I came here…” He braced his hands against the wall so he could pull his face away, and speak more clearly. “I didn’t think…” Nopcsa went quiet, as if thinking deeply on what he was going to say. “Go on. I said last words, not last speech.” “I didn’t think…” Nopcsa sighed forlornly, “That the guy we robbed… Would be such a studmuffin.” “WHAT?!?” The monk lost his grasp on the mindreader. Nopcsa writhed out of his grip like an eel, dashing for cover at the foot of the Buddha. “I’m not dead just yet, buddy,” Nopcsa slid to the side as if he was linedancing, and Telrien loosed an arrow from behind him at the flabbergasted monk. This one hit home, sinking partway into his hip before shattering. The exorcist quickly ripped the patch of his clothing that had been doused in liquid nitrogen away, throwing it aside. It landed in the water, and rapidly crusted over with ice. He lunged in at Nopcsa, shouting as he swung his fist. The battlecry sounded unnervingly similar to the bull’s bellow. Again, the thinner man sidestepped by mere inches. The monk pivoted, backhanding Nopcsa up against the Buddha’s gleaming belly. Nopcsa turned to face the exorcist, his back firmly braced against the golden idol. His eyes betrayed panic for a moment, but quickly narrowed. “You wouldn’t risk hitting your god, would you?” He grinned widely, pressing himself back against the statue to make it even harder to avoid damaging it with any attacks. “It’s just a portrait, really,” The monk swung his wrecking ball of a fist, drawing a bloody line across Nopcsa’s cheek as he jerked out of the way. The punch plunged deep into the carving, plowing through the gold leaf and pulping the ancient wood beneath. The man sunk his arm up to his elbow into the statue. “Hah, trapped like your bull was earlier!” Nopcsa gloated. “Yes, exactly like that,” The monk turned his hips ever so slightly. With a single wrenching motion, his arm exploded through the statue’s surface, pulling him clear again and backhanding Nopcsa to the floor. The mindreader laid there, stunned from the blow as the monk approached him again. “I’m not going to let you get away, this time.” Nopcsa found himself desperately grasping for a way out. His situation wasn’t looking good, even if he hadn’t been facedown and bleeding on the splintered planks. Ophiuchus was down and Garth was out of gas, and Telrien’s arrows wouldn’t do her any good as long as there was nothing keeping the monk from anticipating them… And as for himself? His ultimate attack had amused the man more than injured him. The monk’s leisurely footsteps pounded in Nopcsa’s ears, the ticking clock counting down to when he’d suddenly find his neck snapped. And then, no more noises, no more plans, no more Nopcsa. At that moment, he found himself focusing on the oddest thing. Telrien was thinking to herself, Should I? I’d kill them both, but then, Nopcsa might be dead anyways…Nopcsa couldn’t help but mentally echo the monk’s exclamation from earlier. WHAT?!? He let his mind drift, shifting its focus to Telrien’s senses. She was gazing at the head of the Bodhisattva, now cocked at a crazy angle like a dog awaiting a treat. Between the arrow she’d hit it with earlier and the thunderous blow the monk had dealt it, Buddha had clearly seen better days. “Just do it, Tel! Don’t worry about me!” Nopcsa shouted, hoping she’d break the Buddha’s neck before the monk could break his. OOC: Just decided to go for it, instead of the PM thing we talked about. Come on Cendra, let's make some heads roll!
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Post by Cendra on Aug 26, 2013 10:24:42 GMT -5
As she registered Nopcsa's words, Telrien's palms grew sweaty aroun the line she clutched, still tied to her belt. Quickly gauging each of the pillars, she picked one that provided the best angle for her intended target. She was feeling the effects of their fight. Her legs seemed heavier and her arrows were no longer reaching their mark. Bracing herself with what energy she had left, she moved her burning legs as fast as they would take her to the pillar of choice.
She circled the pillar with the line and pulled it tight, putting all of her body weight against it. Her eyes were slammed shut and she let out a loud cry of effort. As she moved forward, a cracking noise filled the room and the buddha head teetered on the side of it's remaining body. With one final yank, the head was hurtling towards Nopcsa and his tormenter.
Telrien hit the ground with a heavy thud as a result of the sudden slackening in her rope, her head slamming into the cold stone floor. With more than a little effort, she picked herself up and tried to make out the result of the angry, fallen buddha head, but found her vision too blurred from her own angry, fallen head.
“Yell if you're alive! If you're dead, well, we'll all understand.” She said as she tried to catch her breath and dust off some of the dirt from her pants.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 27, 2013 12:39:03 GMT -5
The head plummetted, oddly quiet amongst the shouts of the various combatants and the braying of the bull. It caught the monk square in the back and drove him to the floor as Nopcsa rolled aside. The mindreader found himself laying on his back, the titanic visage of Buddha regarding him from mere inches away, almost close enough to touch his nose.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm alive, I think."
He wasted no time rolling another half rotation and clambering to his feet, putting some distance between himself and the desecrated idol. He started around it to talk to Telrien, when he noticed something odd. The head, far from shattering the floorboards and leaving a pulped monk, was hovering about a foot off the floor.
Nopcsa dismissed the stray thought that if it hadn't been for that fact, his head would have been crushed like a grape, and then knelt down to peer beneath the golden globe.
The monk had his fists beneath him against the floor, his muscles taut. He glared at Nopcsa, shouldering the burden as if he was Atlas.
"Do you children think this is enough to stop me? Every day, I have the other monks pile boulders onto my back while doing push-ups! This is nothing!"
Nopcsa smiled serenely, despite the thunderous crashes from the bull pursuing Garth at the other end of the chamber. He reached out, delicately wrapping his fingers around the phurbu.
"Yeah, I know, I know... But I also know that you have to have them take the boulders off for you when you're done," He gave a sharp tug, snapping the strand that held their prize, "And you're done."
Nopcsa rose to his feet. He took a deep breath, and then aimed a sharp kick at the monk's wrist, knocking his arm out from under him. The monk growled ferociously, the muscles in his other arm bulging obscenely as he struggled to hold up the titanic burden with just one hand. Despite his superhuman efforts, the immense weight bore him to the floor.
"Don't worry, we're not going to kill you. I think you're going to be a good boy and stay out of our way," Nopcsa turned his back on the lama, and started towards Telrien.
"I'm not through with you yet!" The monk snarled from beneath his makeshift prison.
"Go ahead and spit on my shoes all you want, buddy. They could use the polish."
The monk chuckled, a low and rumbling noise.
"How easily you forget those that you can't read, boy."
Garth gave a terrified scream from the other end of the room. The bull had cornered him behind a pillar, and was slowly pushing in closer.
The youth extended a hand from behind his cover, a splash of pale blue fire exploding into the ox's face. It shook its head to clear its vision, and then lunged. Its horn caught against the pillar, giving Garth a moment to give a shaky sigh of relief, before it smashed directly through the column. It caught the youth in the crook of its horn, and spun, flinging him flailingly through the air. Garth soared over the decapitated Bodhisattva, and crashed directly into Nopcsa, bowling him from his feet.
It bellowed, the noise like an explosion, deafening everybody in the room. It charged, circling around the monk to avoid trampling him under its immense hooves.
"My tulpa will crush all of you!" The monk cheered.
It crashed forwards, looming over Telrien and the fallen men. With its sheer force and momentum, it would scoop up all of them and smash them to a bloody paste against the stone wall. Its eyes narrowed with inhuman range, its breathing as loud as the engine of an oncoming train. It lowered its head, getting ready to catch them on its horns and slaughter every last one of them.
"Now, Garth!" Nopcsa called out, shoving the teenager off of him. Garth rocked to his knees, his arms crossed before his bony chest.
"Ophiuchus!" The serpent's eyes flared brilliantly, and streaked up from where it had fallen. Its dive towards the group turned into a swoop, the snake taking its tail in its teeth to form a gigantic hoop. It interposed itself between the thieves and the charging bull, a sudden expanse of twinkling blackness filling the center.
The bull plunged into the darkness, and the room went silent.
"What... what did you do?!?" The monk roared impotently.
"Oh, what did we do? Didn't you pay attention to Garth's chant earlier?" Nopcsa rolled to his feet again, dusting his uniform off with the backs of his hands.
He stepped around Ophiuchus, who had maintained the position of the oroboros. It rotated slowly around the disk of inky nighttime sky, its flames pulsating in a soothing rhythm.
"Bridge between heaven and earth."
"What?" Panic still bled into the lama's voice.
"In aboriginal myth, the rainbow serpent is the gateway between the sky and the ground. And that's what our pal Ophiuchus is, here."
Nopcsa tapped his shoe on the floor with a series of loud clicks.
"I'll be level with you. Well, okay, I'm not level with you, since you're kissing the floor right now, but the point stands. We just used Ophiuchus as a gateway to launch your bull into outer space."
"YOU DID WHAT?" Chips of stone and flecks of paint fell from the walls.
"Aren't you proud of him? Your boy grew up to be an astronaut!" Nopcsa cheered, heartily slapping the Buddha's dome in congratulations.
"That was, that was...That was part of my soul!" The monk spluttered.
"If you want it back so badly, I'd dismiss the summon. You might get it back," Nopcsa shrugged, "I'm not really clear on the metaphysics of the whole thing. We don't exactly go launching souls into orbit on a regular basis."
"Either way, you're not going to be able to get it back before we get out of here."
Nopcsa turned and started walking for the door, tying the phurbu around his neck as he went.
"I'm sure your homeboys will be around to get your god off of you some time soon, so we'll be headed out now. Garth, Tel, let's go."
Garth shakily rose to his feet, Ophiuchus shattering into a cloud of dying motes as he did. He swooned, collapsing against Telrien. The boy's skin was fever hot against her, and he already had a bruise forming across the ribs that looked like somebody had clubbed him with a baseball bat. He managed to stay conscious, but only barely, hobbling for the exit while clinging to her for support. As they cleared the doorway, Nopcsa poked his head back into the room.
"By the way, thanks for the enlightenment. Ta-ta!"
He fell into step behind Telrien and Garth as the monk's roars of rage faded behind them.
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Post by Cendra on Aug 27, 2013 18:20:59 GMT -5
Due to the way the world spun, and how Nopcsa and the monk's voices were causing her more pain than before, Telrien was more than a little suspicious that she had acquired a concussion. She stumbled a little as she supported the battered, drained Garth who was only slightly more than a giant overcooked noodle at this point.
"Dizzy person, times two, equals floor." The grumbled was muttered under her breath.
"Nopcsa, if you don't stop gloating and get your pansy butt over here, so help me, I will show you an all new way souls get sent into space!" The weariness and lividity in her voice was unmistakeable.
"We're not exactly inconspicuous tourists anymore thanks to some flawless planning. I hope you have a way out of this because I swear, I'll leave your sorry butt right here if you don't!" She glared at him during her angry ramble.
"I would clock you one right now if I wasn't about to pass out!" She stomped her foot and immediately regretted it as pain shot through her body from varying sites of injury.
"Uuuuh...I hate you..." She moaned and swayed a little on her feet.
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