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The tales of Dragons, Slayers, Pigs, and things (Opening a little more- ask if you spot us in chat)
#638057 - Thu Sep 25 2008 09:37 AM
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The setting: Simply in the Chat Bar, where Shishiosa was relaxing when attacked from not so far.
The spear strike failed, that much is true, but now there's so much more to do!
The story thus far goes like this:
Amethyst: Dragon! (throws a spear at shish)
ShishiOsa: *snatches the spear as it clatters off the armor plate and idly uses it as a toothpick to pry out the annoying stuck clavicial of another would be dragon slayer from his teeth, then hands it back* Rather rude behavior don't you agree? After all there's no reason to attack me.
Amethyst: whoop, sorry, genetic fear and aggression got the best of me.
Angus Weaver did see this,
as was Mercutio a witness!
So let the events continue from here,
where it'll end up is probably nowhere near here.
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"My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are like swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath, death." spoken by Smaug, from "The Hobbit"
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"But don't you come and eat me." Ame threatened after a moment. (While her PG found her glasses and made the post with dire intent.) She didn't know where the spear originally came from, or how it became a toothpick in the end. But since the dragon was still alive, Ame would have much to contend.
Taking out her tachi, the woman shook it furiously. "I wouldn't have this fear if dragons weren't around to plague, fear, and distrust. So it's obvious my attack was entirely a must."
And there she stood, waiting. To see what would happen next. Wondering where all this rhyming came from, to which she's become perplexed.
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As the chat's structure isn't that easy to pin down, it can be hard to tell where Angus might be found. At the time his face was not seen in that space, but perhaps it's time to put him in place?
Upon a couch, a denim-clad fox sits, watching a warrior have strange fits. A small cube-shaped box lies to his right, and he covers it protectively to hide it from the fight.
For now, a confused stare is all he'll give the pair; where these events might lead, he knows not where.
(( This way of narration is strange, it's true, and I hope that in using it I'm not annoying you. Though poetry can be quite fun, I see, from rhyming I might soon have to flee! ))
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"Eat you? Surely you jest.
After all to me you'd merely be a snippet at best."
The Dragon ponders a bit then realizes the problem,
and does his best to solve 'em.
"Ah I understand, you thought about this previous pest.
He was a persistent Paladin I guess.
"Ranting and raving about my demonic origins and nature,
he refused to take a moment and indulge in conversant manner.
"So to make a long story short,
I chewed him up and all that sort.
"Now I currently have no such plans for you,
unless you intend to your attack pursue."
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"What kind of [censored] up scheme is this? First you deflect, and now you persist?" She flushed up, it was clear she was pissed. "I've had enough of this!"
At first Ame intended to fight. Her sword in the air, her attack outright.
And soon she stopped when she got closer to him - unclear of his size, and overcome by his grin.
And to that her attack faltered, as surely it must. Ame stabbing this guy, she'd surely be dust. She stood there and gawked, summed up with fear. And lowering her sword, she gave the expression of a deer.
Damned it all it wont end here!
"Okay, I get it." Ame rewound herself quickly. Her situation was pitted, and becoming quite sticky.
"It's all clear as day, I see your plan. You intend to insight me, treat me like a whimpy human. Piss me off outright, get me to attack, then gobble me up as soon as I turn my back! That's why you want to converse. There's nothing you'd intend worse!"
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That the dragon eats humans worries the fox, as he brings to his lap the less-than-cubic-foot box. This meat is one he's not had a chance to taste, though on Angus, truthfully, it would be a waste. He was raised too closely to them, so he must, you see, treat the clavicle with pointed disgust.
Admittedly, the dragon might be in the right; it was the human who struck first, so he put up a fight! That afterwards he had a snack is nothing that should have him taken aback. Or so his elders would have him think, though right now it just makes him want a stiff drink.
Hands on the box, he puts aside the thought, and thinks what to say to respond to this plot.
"Ma'am, if I may," he manages then, "Wasn't he just minding his own business when
you chose to attack him, I'll note, without cause?" Excepting perhaps the size of his claws.
He wonders a moment why his thoughts come in rhyme; perhaps how the dragon speaks? ... It'll come to him in time.
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The size changing dragon sits back and unfolds the wings at his sides,
and it reveals that he is not anywhere near his full size.
Probably a mere 150 feet from nose to tail end,
though he can get bigger or smaller should need attend.
He then turns his head slightly to the side,
pondering the blade intended for his hide.
Then he chuckles and snortles a bit,
as he more carefully inspects it.
"No spells, no inscription of mystical runes?
Is this how you intend to bring a dragon to it's doom?
"Go ahead hack away, if it what's you feel you must do,
but please do not say I didn't warn you.
"Dragon skin is rather on the thick side,
in fact the older we get the harder the hide.
"I've been around a long time and I'm here to stay,
strike if you must, I'm not too worried today."
The dragon crosses it's forearms and sits on it's haunches,
mirthfully looking at whatever attack Amethyst launches.
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Honestly, she doesn't know what to do. If the attack connects, no doubt she'll be screwed. Oh great, now the dragon got bigger. "How on earth did you fit in here?"
That was only a mumble from Ame's surprise. As she counts the scales and imagines her demise. With a test of her sword in the air, she looks to Angus for some help from despair. But he's just sitting there.
"Damn fox." the woman curses. As the size of the monster worsens. His wings all flapped out, taking over the freaking town. Small wonder when he'll knock this whole place down.
Alas, Ame decides, getting ready on the ground. If she's going to die anyway, she might as well fight on her way down.
With a yell, she's going to attack. Strike her sword at his wing, and take some big dragon flack.
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He blinks in surprise at the sudden change in size, though he's long gotten past 'not believing his eyes.'
To Ame he notes, "What's the matter with you? Your attack came first, and you'll get what you're due."
Angus gestures to the dragon, tail madly twitching behind him. "If you insist on this fight, you'll just end up inside him.
"What's the reason you started this fight? ... Never mind," He adds, since she must think she's right. Putting box to necklace, his baggage he stows, though as the jewelry slurps it up, who knows whence it goes? A small silver tag is all that remains, with an odd boxy pattern in an abstract design.
"Fight if you must, I'm getting a drink." And with that, he walks to the bar, taking a moment to think.
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With a look towards Angus, the dragon nods his head,
as Amethyst's blade completes its arc dread.
A startling KERBLANG rings throughout the place,
as a look of amusement comes upon the dragon's face.
"Hack away, as much as you wish, I won't move a twitch.
But if you could strike about 3 feet to your left, I have a slight itch."
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A startling KERBLANG rings throughout the place. Startling the mice and breaking a nearby vase. At least Ame isn't immediately the dragon's new taste. Or, if his claws should swat down, a gooey Amethyst paste.
Instead she stood there, shaking like on a vibrate~air. Holding onto her sword as it rings with discord. Then when it stops, she looks at hte damage, hears ShishiOsa's flaimbait, and goes on a rampage.
KLANK BRANK TWANK! Her sword attack continues, until she realizes through rage that nothing ensues. ... What's this about an itch? Is She Being Used!?
One more hit aught to do the trick, so Ame swings again with her wrist and a flick. At first comes a klang, followed by a crack, and before she knows it her sword is out of whack.
It hasn't broken, per say, but there are now fine scaley dents on the blade inlay. Followed by a chip that upsets the woman even more.
"See? Look what you did! Fix it now so I can settle the score!"
She shows the dragon Shin'i, her sword handed down from the beginning. Anger in her green eyes, all fear has gone. In replacement, Ame's ranting goes on. "Dumb dragon and your lust to hoard, do some of your magic to fix my damn sword!"
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Now behind the bar, at least, Angus gets some needed peace. But hearing Ame, with a chirp and a snerk, he's unable to hold back against such a quirk. He doubles over with a hearty laugh, though it might not be wise with such a sociopath!
After half a minute, he's recovered, and starts to scrounge among the cupboards. That's where he find the harder drinks; I shouldn't drink from those, he thinks. This could get dicey, and right quick. So softer drinks are what he picks.
From the fridge he takes a bottle, a cream soda to wet his throttle. Twisting off the cap, he grins upon the 'battle' to see who wins. It clearly weighs heavily in the dragon's favor; he hopes the humans' not Shishi's favorite flavor. Still, the brutish woman's chipped her sword, and now she blames the dragon? That's uncalled for!
"Lady, if you swing a sword at a brick wall, you're the one breaking it," he calls. Sipping his drink, he thinks the woman quite thick; now, should he merely watch, escape, or trick?
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"Now wait just a moment my Kitsune friend,
this human has a bit of a point to defend.
"I suppose since I am who I am, some sort of payment is due,
especially if my offspring have have caused harm to you.
"Now just a moment and we'll see what I can do..."
That having been said the dragon diminishes in size,
about nine feet tall, and in a more humanoid guise.
His clothing is different though, not his common suit,
but a rather well worn blue nyudo robe that seems a bit covered in soot.
"Perhaps this appearance will help to calm you."
Extending his hands they look well used too, palms up, and claws high,
he makes a gesture for Amethyst and the others to come near, and speaks with a slight sigh,
"It's perfectly alright, you've nothing to fear,
and you are more than welcome to come near.
"I'm only dangerous to enemies or those that make me mad,
and you've impressed me with the courageousness you've had.
"Now it's been a century or two, or maybe even seven,
since I helped teach the Juttestu eleven."
To the kitsune he gives a quick wink,
read again and again you'll understand it, I think.
Then looking right at Amethyst with a rather intense glare,
he speaks rather calmly and does not avert his stare.
"Now let me see this blade that whacked at my thick skin,
I'm sure I can fix it up and maybe improve it from within."
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The fox listens, and blinking, he thinks with a pause, regarding the words of this dragon, sans claws. Taking note of the humanoid clothing and speech, Angus ponders on those who asked Shishi to teach. Juttetsu, he said, the ten disciples of whom? And eleven? In that word, there isn't much room.
Then sudden it dawns on this bright, young kitsune, the name of 'eleven' must be "Masamune." The name crosses his lips, though too low to be heard, and he slowly walks out to join the strange herd.
"How long you must live," he notes with a nod, "to have met such a person, who some think a god." Though truly, he thinks that the dragon must boast; could one dragon teach eleven smiths, skilled the most?
"If you're set to repair it, I hope I can watch." It's a new skill to master, one Angus would botch. With a little experience, he might have a chance, and he'll get that so long as he won't have to 'dance.' Amethyst he still regards carefully, yes, since she's still the one who started this mess.
Lastly, he turns to Shishi once more, locking eyes for a moment to tell him some more.
# Though a fox I may be, take care with 'kitsune.' It's meaning's specific, and dangerous. You may
consider me such if you choose, but I'd rather you not spread the word wide. # That settles the matter.
Or so he might hope. It's hard to say why, but kitsune are not looked upon very high.
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There was no understanding, comprehension, or point landing. As far as Ame knew, this creature wouldn't give her a clue. All he did was steam up riddles, kind of like a familiar scaley with the color of skittles.
And what made things worse, what pissed her off, was that damned Angus fox coming over, "That's enough."
Waving her sword, as broken as it was, Amethyst turned it on the furry, with a fury just because. He was male, and a freak - at least had that canid reek. It gave her rage a passion, due to her racism and irration. First the beast insulted her, scared, and demanded attention. Now her sword broke and the fox wanted to watch, like fixing swords was a circus attraction.
"Now listen here," Ame growled low, "If you don't want my sword point stabbed down below. Back up and don't make angry." This was to Angus, as if he would flee.
With that, she turned to the scaley...
But what's this? Now he has changed. More humanoid now, if not blue and deranged. This brought on confusion, was this a dragon illusion? She was midway through presenting her prize, but now quite unsure by what changed before her eyes. Holding back her sword, the woman thought through this again. What was going on here, and what happened to the dragon.
"Look, this isn't a game. I was giving this to a dragon. You clearly aren't what you claim." Ame glared over ShishiOsa with rage, all the while thinking he's now a damned mage.
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The fox lowers his snout and looks her in the eyes. She's raising her weapon? Now that's a surprise! Of course, in his mind, it's but silent sarcasm. Finding Ame's reason is like chasing phantasms.
"I wouldn't be so quick to draw," Angus states, while ten paces away racing mental debates. Within seconds his mind's formed at least three solutions, while a smirk on his face belies his resolution.
"Do you want your sword fixed, or to insult us both more?" If it's the latter, he'll just help to settle the score. While the dragon will no doubt stand up on his own, Angus preps with the faintest of scents of ozone. If the human detects it, she'd be quite the freak, as her senses (and irony) must be at their peak.
"Settle down now, there's no need to fight. Do you truly believe that it's might that makes right?"
With that odd little rhyme, he's alert in all senses; in case of a speed boost, his body now tenses. He hopes that this woman won't play such a game, but if she gets burned, there's only herself to blame.
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He looks to the fox with a wide grin,
and with a wink returns words spoken within,
"I'll honor your request, but you needn't fear,
after all Inari is a friend that I hold dear."
Then as the human threatens the fox, the air grows very cold,
its not a wise idea to anger a dragon this old.
As the human turns back full of rage,
the dragon's left hand snaps up and surrounds her face like a cage.
He sense the fox hears his the words and catches the scent,
hopefully the human will get the hint and a calmer face present.
Then with a voice that could the soul chill,
ShishiOsa speaks very flat and still.
"Now listen to me you little gnat speck,
you've no idea of the manner you should present.
"I've grown accustomed to dealing with your lot,
so now I'm done playing you little snot.
"First you come here and strike me with a spear,
an understandable reaction since you're based on fear.
"Then, seeing how pathetic your attempts truly are,
you throw yourself into battle here at the bar.
"Now I can see Lachesis has something in store for you,
but it isn't something you'll still need your face to do.
"You humans can get when power is presented,
well look at me and my claws, that's it represented.
"I was already ancient when your race was new,
and I am trying to do a favor for you.
"YOU broke your blade, YOU attacked without cause,
NOW YOU DARE THREATEN ME??? I should flay you with my claws.
"However I am not as impatient as a was in the past,
and I will lower my claws and fix your blade if you'll calm down at last."
The claws do not move but the right hand once more extends,
willing to take the blade and try to be friends.
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"My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are like swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath, death." spoken by Smaug, from "The Hobbit"
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The not so secret trap door, located behind one of the chat bar's many sofas, open with an audible creak.Seconds later Gumba Masta, his hands raised into the air and with a big grin on his face jumped up, starting to holler his trademark greeting.
"Ahoya-aaaaaah.....oh" the hairs on his back stood straight up and ran back to their holes as he saw a Dragon, an obviously angry Dragon, holding a beautifull women's head in his claw like hand, or hand like claw...And, came imidietly to Gumba's mind, the rest looked quiet gorgeous too....And then he rememberd the Dragon. "Oh yeah.....Ummmm, hello?Is there a, ummm, problem here?"
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What did I lost along the way.
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For a moment, let's put this in Ame's perspective. She's rarely in a 'chat', and in most conversations she's rejected. Now she does her duty, and tries to rid the place of a monster, only to have everything blow up in her face, leaving claws and teeth to haunt her. It was only when she knew that this dragon had personality, did she halt her attack and talk conversationally. She did indeed apologies, up there towards the top. And it was the dragon who later insulted her and riled her up.
Then she did what he teased, attacked his hide with trained ease. His own mass broke it then, and Ame demanded compensation.
And still mud is slung, as she tried to argue her case. The fox joined in, now there are claws in her face. Dragons change to anthropomorph, while Ame tries to conclude what to do while truly dwarfed.
So she commits to what she started. Protect her pride, and continue open-hearted. She's not afraid of death, nor wordy rape, even when her face may be taken to Learn, while her body remains in Escape.
While the dragon-man blows up on his short fuse, Ame doesn't flinch, doesn't speak, and isn't amused. With her head caged in claws, she glares back without applause. With all these attacks, plane as day, who does this guy think he is anyway?
And now someone else enters the scene, gets in the way, and speaks something clean. Ame glances over at him.
...
"Shut up! Mind your own business! Can't you see I'm busy?"
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The dragon smiles at Gumba's presence
it diffuses the mood so tense.
"Hello Gumba, now warrior I see you've calmed at bit,
recall it was me who was first hit."
The dragon opens his hand wide,
the claws recede as he lowers it to his side.
"Now, as I was trying to say,
please hand your sword this way.
"And I will see what I can do,
to fix, and maybe improve it for you."
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"I can see that, aside other things ." He replied to Amethyst with a sheepish grin.Then he turned to talk to ShishiOsa, "Ahem, so oh, umm, mighty dragon, is there a reason you letting her read your palm or, uhh, did you just shake hands and it got out of them?"
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Seeing the dragon has everything well in hand, Angus stays back, watching from where he stands. Admittedly, that show of power's unsettling, but deserved, he supposed, what with all the threatening. As Gumba appears, he gives him a glance, and wonder what he makes of this happenstance. As Ame continues to seethe and distrust, Angus's electric charge seems a must. But Shishi now seems to be calmed down a tick; hopefully Amethyst stops being thick.
Yes, he can help fix the blade, if you let him; but you should be nicer, and stop with the threatening. That what he would have said, anyway, but it's wisest, he thinks, if quiet he'll stay. Still, the strange green-haired man had asked what was wrong, so the fox gives an answer, he hopes not too long.
"Well, this woman attacked our good dragon friend here
with a spear, which he laughed about. Nothing to fear.
"Then she started attacking some more and she broke
her sword on his hide. Now, from what she spoke,
"she had apologized, perhaps insincere,
for it sounded more like an excuse to my ear.
"But at least she has tried, and I'd give her a chance.
Perhaps we have now seen the end of this dance?"
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She sure wanted to know, like Gumba, why her head was caged in. Menacing claws around her, a deadly snare for interrogation. Much to her devastation, the fight promptly ended. The dragonman released her, all issues mended. "Now wait a minute" Ame started in her anger. Why was everything suddenly better, at this appearance of this sudden stranger?
But who gives a crap? Her pride wasn't damaged, she didn't flee. And best off all he'll fix her sword, who would ask for more but Ame?
Yet something was strange, something was amiss. Could this be a setting for a strange plot twist? Should she really let this go and stop her fighting, attack desist? Give him the sword and get this over with?
The woman regarded the situation at hand. Surrounded by three bastard males; two of which were demons, one of which quite grand. She tested her sword, one more time without hitting. Would loosing her weapon be safe in a bar of misfittings?
Once again Ame relented, and handed over her tachi. "It was given to me by my father, a bandit named Kire'aji. If you can fix it, I want it right back. I still can't trust you, that fox, or that whack. If something happens to destroy it, I'll put a curse on my family's name. So take extra care of it, and let's get on with this petty game."
Lastly, the woman Handed Shi her sheath, to put an end to all of this grief.
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Gently does the Dragon take the blade,
with a look noting however it was made.
He looks over the broken pieces with a careful eye,
and then calmly does he voice a reply.
"A common blade, no specialized art went into this."
The Dragon, looks it over again and gives a concerned hiss.
"There might be more here than meets the eye,
let's give this a little try."
Then spotting the rage building in the one to whom it does belong,
"Tell me your story oh blade of steel," then the metal seems to burst into song.
Torn was I, from the mountain
in fire I was born
Holy blood of Mother Earth
cooled by man's hand
Then with fire again treated
and with coal kneaded
Bent and folded again and again
until the temper
To water's cool embrace
sharpened by man's hand
Then to battle thus evermore
until the very end
Now in hand of a woman
I still call on death
Broken upon that I call
I ask for no more
Lest you can grant life anew
this I beg of you.
Her temper flows like ebon fire
let us be one hand.*
The dragon ponders the blade's request,
then to Amethyst he does suggest.
"Your weapon has served you long and well,
but has grown weary, you heard it tell.
"The new life it asks, I can provide,
or we can return it to the earth once more to hide.
"The choice is yours, it called you by name
but once the fix is done neither will be the same.
"The blade will be yours and you will belong to the blade,
you'll be one and the same and that cannot be unmade.
"It will not be easy and much will be asked of you,
consider it carefully and answer true."
The Dragon offers the blade and shard back to Amethyst,
and waits to fill in anything anyone might have missed.
(*OOC NOTE: I hope I didn't screw that up too much, it was an attempt to follow the 7-5 rhythm that to my understanding is traditional in Japanese musical performances...couldn't resist taking a stab at a Japanese sword singing that way...and explains the post delay sorry)
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"That's the first time I've ever heard a blade sing!
Well, literally anyway." What to think of this thing?
A blade that was wrought for wartime use
Now cries out for help from its source of abuse?
Of course, Amethyst may not be so rough
with her favorite sword. Perhaps it's enough
that she knows what is wanted. But, this just feels wrong.
It seems that more bloodshed will come of this song.
Angus stands by, and watches with care.
If things get too hot, he'll just get out of there!
Still, the theatrical voice made him smile;
it's rare that he hears such a Japanese style.
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