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 Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2018 1:27 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab The elf watched with what could only be described as confused curiosity, like a train wreck in slow motion if the train were painted pink with stars and stripes across its face and was screaming obscenities as it did so. Confused as he was he watched with rapt attention, unable to look away nor pay attention when the door was cracked open a hair to allow for a smoldering red eye to watch the spectacle. Gyrating hips, screaming words that made no sense, the stranger and the Elf were completely lost in the act as Chet showcased a hit from his era. It was an incredible dandy, something that the Elf cherished for the vulgar lyrics and words that it tought him, and the other because it made no sense.
tab At last, the gyrating stopped and the door snicked shut a moment later. The Elf didn't know what to say at first even when asked, for how could someone explain what it was like to watch such a travesty? Yet in its insanity, it was also beautiful, moving even, in a way the shelf elf simply wasn't equipped to grasp mentally.
tab At last, the Elf whispered in awe with a dropped jaw a response. "Beautiful." What did Chet expect, poetry? He just mentally threatened to battering ram the Elf, and while the elf was no psychic Chet just had a "i'm-going-to-battering-ram-you" kind of face! Sighing, there came a whisper of noise behind him, and the elf turned slightly to look at the closed door before back to Chet with a smirk. "You've made them think you're some crazy white spirit. They say they are boys, and cannot make decisions without their women. That said, what you want, eh? They'll listen."
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2018 4:58 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab There was stunned silence from the other end as the elf, who was at the same time upset at being a shitstain and shocked that Chet wasn't an imbecile with every breath he took, finally turned and translated that all about as fast as he could. Oh, there would be hell to pay for this. Literally. Like, fire and brimstone, scorched earth retaliation! NO one dissed the elf man and lived! Not the fan man, and not a psychopath who doesn't respect hip hop! Wait, where did that last part come from?
tab Slowly the steel door screeched as it opened, and a glowing red eye looked out through the crack and whispered in its strange language to the Elf who was staring at him with the sickly syrupy expression of honesty that was just so much bullshit. FInally the elf nodded and turned to look at Chet with an incredulous expression. "They say the others aren't around, the ones who tell them what to do, but they will go with you if you can promise to keep them safe when their strength fails them. They say they craft things, and make things, and work metal and fire together. It's been...two years since the others left, and so they hope you won't leave them to die, either."
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2018 7:46 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab Red eyes stared at him with uncertainty before shifting slightly to behind Chet, where the elf repeated the question in its tongue. It's eyes narrowed for several moments before it responded to the elf, who immediately threw back its head and laughed uproariously. Rolling back and forth in midair as the song of his people rolled from him, the Elfman finally sat back and realized he was levitating. This had the unfortunately effect of causing him to plummet to the ground with a scream that ended mightily with a thud from the unrepentant earth. That done he wiped his brow and swore under his breath before bending down to wipe his knees as he explained, manicured eyebrows knitting together like needles as he did so. "They don't even know what a suit it, but I'm telling ya, if its made of metal, maybe. They also said your breath smells bad but that you smell of something sickly sweet, something that reeks of a weed that grows around here. Thought you'd like to know that."
tab That said the elf turned his head back to the creatures and spoke some more before smirking and explaining even as they opened the door, revealing the same creature as before. "His name is Hootsyook, and he's the eldest of his siblings. He said to speak to him if you want them to do anything, but that you wouldn't like their parents if you met them.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2018 8:56 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab The creature, Hootsyook, didn't blink as it watched Chet turn his back and begin talking to himself. Or thinking to himself loudly, which ended up having the same black quote effect that the creature failed to understand. Instead of following him, or moving forward, he looked towards the Elf with a blank expression before speaking in its strange language.
tab The Elf shook its head, explaining that Chet was indeed a god of his gender and badassery. And while the creatures had no way of understanding what that even meant, only that the tones made it seem like it was something to be honored, the Elf made sure to explain that doing exactly what he told them to do would grant them all sorts of benefits.
tab The creature nodded heavily before looking to the others and muttering to them marching orders. As Chet would turn back it would be to find a sea of red eyes watching him, each belonging in the face of a steel helmet where only the eyes could be made out. The figures all varied in size and shape, but each was armored in some manner made in the shape of plate. WIthin, it was obvious some sort of firelight lit the halls, though even with that there was quite a large amount of darkness within, making it seem like they could see in the dark.
tab Hootsyook bowed to Chet, the claw hands pressed together in supplication while it crouched. The voice that came forth was calm, careful, or as close to that as it could sound given its strange language. The Elf explained, however. "Yo, Chetman. Hooks said that their home is open to you, at least until their parents are home."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2018 8:05 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab The Elf was speaking himself ragged, with a voice that was now more rasp than speech from the sheer amount of translation he was doing. Still, even as he finished, it became obvious that the twenty or so children that were not watching with rapt fascination didn't understand some of the terms he used. This was likely do to there being no real translation for some of the words, nothing at least that they'd understand, since such words didn't exist to begin with. That said, he tried his best to explain, and some seemed to be getting it, but it was Hooks who suddenly spoke up with authority before gesturing back into the home from when they came. Immediately they all about faced and moved inwards, each bearing a small flame in their hands like little flame hearts.
tab They led him deeper within the complex, which was revealed, from the rather upkept appearance, to be some sort of Dojo. It had multiple floors, that was certain, though how many was hard to say with the vaulted ceilings. Still, what maybe grabbed Chet's notice would be the large crystal in the center of the dojo around which was arranged a significantly large amount of candles and steel beams that had been twisted into the shape of a nest. It was to this that the group flocked to sitting, each upon a different beam or layer, with only Hootsyook still standing beside it to speak to the Elf. He started speaking then, and the Elf translated again. "He said that they are named for what they do. But they said they would wait to give them until we they know what you know about their god."
tab Yet even as they spoke and translated the creatures began to make loud, anxious whistling noises, and Hootsyook raised a hand and pointed at the crystal, which was even now spreading cracks as the figure within slightly twitched.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2018 4:04 pm
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Liliya Yuliovna Volkov ll Mystic ll Doton :: Suiton ll Former Priestess :: E-Rank ll Shōton
☭ As the eyes were drawn towards the elaborate crystal structure the already spreading cracks sped up thanks to the stirring occupant. In almost an instant the crystal was covered in a spiderweb of cracks, splinters and dust falling free from the structure. Like the sound of glass being dropped onto the pavement the crystal shattered completely, fogging the top of the room with a diamond dust. The small frame of the crystalline looked to hover in place before gravity pushed down on it. Liliya's body moved on its own as her body started falling towards the ground, twisting at its core it positioned itself stomach first. Her hands curled into paws as they and her feet connected with the surface. A quick and fluid movement saved her from hitting the ground like a body bag. It was like watching a cat fall off of a table with how graceful the follow up was. Consciousness began to stir as her back began arching to the tired muscles stretched out, as her body rested into a sitting position a long mew like yawn escaped her lips. Arms stretched upwards now free from holding up her body, free to finally begin to limber out. "Utro..What time is it- Wha?!" She began to call out before abruptly stopping, her nerves spiked with the unfamiliar scents and sounds of the room she was in. Amber eyes jolted open as her pupils squeezed into a pair of slits. They danced around the room's occupants gathering as much information as they could before the usually meek girl let her survival instincts kick in. Her body lifted into a crouched position as if to run before she placed her hands onto the floor once more. Her chakra started to flow sporadically as she attempted to cover herself in a crystal dome. Alas her body was not what she was used to, chakra not fully realizable anymore. Instead of a protective dome all she managed to create was a small patch of crystals around her hand. With plan A being a total flop she began to implement plan B. Her left hand slowly and carefully pulled her short sword from its sheath, holding the blade close to her as she waited for movement. 'This isn't the monastery. Nor are these any priests... or pilgrims. Calm yourself Liliya, don't be reckless see how they react first.' She thought, amber eyes settling on the most leader like person in the room, slit like pupils thinning so much it was like they didn't exist in her eyes. However vividly painful memories started filling her mind. This wasn't the first time she had been kidnapped and the negative emotions filling her chest began clouding her mind. Her face a mask of panicked anger. If anyone was using their ears they could hear a low hiss like growl radiating from her.
Chakra Pool:: [100 //100]
Stamina Pool:: [100 //100]
Quote "Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying 'time heals all wounds' is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.” :: Patrick Rothfuss
Liliya's Theme NieR: Automata - Weight of the World
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2018 6:38 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab "Oh, snap!" screeched the shelf elf as it saw the hawt catgirl come busting out of the crystal, only to grab her blade a moment later. "Daaaaamn, Chetman! You got yourself a niko! Niko-niko-noi~" he exclaimed, his hands forming the symbol for "I love you", mimicking its favorite catgirl anime. Something to do with pop idols, if he remembered right. Either way, it kept its eye on the girl with a sort of sick fascination before blanching entirely after staring at her chest. "Nevermind, Chetdude, my man. You could probably use her as a dining table, though. You could use her as a cutting board for sure!"
tab The others, however, were not in a joking mood. In fact, they were frozen in place, in shock, small rivulets of red water running down their cheeks as they stare at what remains of their household god. They do not move, and Hootsyook is silence, his four hands clasping and releasing, clasping and releasing in uncertainty as to what to do.
tab Not so the elf man. "s**t, I think she pissed them off!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2018 7:22 pm
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Liliya Yuliovna Volkov ll Mystic ll Doton :: Suiton ll Former Priestess :: E-Rank ll Shōton
☭ Liliya's almost feral eyes bore holes into the young man as he lowered the weapon he had pointed at her from the moment she had awoken. He had an... odd way of speaking that seemed to rub the priestess the wrong way, like he had been dropped on his head as a child. Whats worse is his little groupy was a lecherous to a shameless degree. Talking about a woman's chest like she wasn't standing not but a few feet away. Doing her best to ignore the animosity that seemed to be drowning her she decided it was time to make her move. The metal ones surrounding her looked stunned for the time being and the idiot pair in front of her seemed too casual to care. The groupy decided to speak up to this "Chet-Man" announcing how Liliya had angered them. Spotting the don't resting behind Chet-man she took her chances fleeing. She slid her shortsword back into its sheath like she was surrendering to Chet-man's superior numbers, latching it tight before placing her hands onto the floor. Thigh muscles tightened as her body bent low to the ground into a sprinters position before breaking into a mad spring on all fours, compacting her body enough to slide right under Chet-man's legs and out the door behind him. 'Faster. Faster. Faster.' Was all that was going through her mind as her claws drug across the stone ground in the hallway, legs lifting into the air to catch her against the wall before pushing off with a jump of sorts with her now corrected positioning. Truly like watching a cat run across a well polished kitchen floor.
The hallways that mazed the building were dimly lit like cloudy night, nothing her eyes couldn't handle but what alarmed her was how run down the building was. Something bad was happening to her, the air was far too warm and the architecture foreign. It was highly improbable that she was still in Snow, or anywhere near her monastery. Had one of the refugees turned violent? Had she been taken by surprise? Why was it whenever she tried to think back on the day before her mind was nothing but a blank page? Frustration and fear brought stinging tears against her cheeks as she finally broke free of the maze, leaping off the threshold like it was burning before landing back on her legs and dashing like a regular person. The first thing she dreaded was the distinct lacking of any snow what so ever, she might have been taken south back towards Water. "Did the.. d...octor finally fin..d me..?" She whispered between ragged breaths. Her body was far less fit than she remember, it felt like she was still struggling with her childhood's weakened muscles. Her lungs burned as she got further and further away from the building, she didn't dare look back to see if she was begin followed. She wanted to be back home, the outside world was a terribly frightening place. She wished her instincts were in control of her as she ran through the overgrown fauna, her frail mind beginning to crack under the metric ton of pressure being hefted on top of it. The wailing of the wind carried tragic sounds of death with it. She would keep running and running until her legs gave out or she was forced to the round. Her eyes gazing longingly at the nightmarish forest far off ahead of her, no one would dare step foot in something so sinister right?
[attempt at exiting towards Hellwrought Forest]
[-10 stamina]
[ooc: Legend says to this day she keeps running. Taking off a couple stamina for rp purposes]
Chakra Pool:: [100 //100]
Stamina Pool:: [090 //100]
Quote "Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying 'time heals all wounds' is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.” :: Patrick Rothfuss
Liliya's Theme NieR: Automata - Weight of the World
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2018 4:56 pm
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_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
tab "And so it came to pass that as the flaming food thundered down from on high that the rushing feline did juke to the side, causing Chetdude's mighty and righteous foot to miss and slam into the earth with such force that it resounded like a gong within the complex. The screaming of rage from witnesses that followed was such that heaven itself shouted at them to shut up and turned over to get back to sleep! The feline temptress rushed off into the darkness, bolting on all fours with her hindquarters waving around like it did not care, entrancing some of the younger males and ensnaring their wills with the sway of the booty! Beware, mortals, the power of the booty! For it is mighty, voluptuous, and scrum diddly umptious!"
tab The Elf intoned this upon the shelf he suddenly found himself upon, his expression rather serious to match the words of his speech. Suddenly his eyes opened wide, and his mouth wider, as he realized his mistake! It would not be the first. Nay, for it was not even the second time, but the millionth and two times!
tab The ensemble of followers wailed and gnashed their teeth and clapped their hands in a frenzy, tears upon their helmeted faces as they collected pieces of their fallen god. The Elf looked to Chet with some semblance of worry, however, as he saw the glint in ol' chetman's face. "Chetdude, be careful! IF you fight this for them you'll always be doin' it! Teach them to fight, make them a mob posse, and they'll be better for it!"
tab The elf looked after the girl, true, but it was something else that caught his attention. Something...unpleasant, for he went slightly green at the image. A voice in the distance, where snow fell from the sky, became evident a moment later in his head, and he knew that someone, somewhere, had freed the bird brained spirit. And he wasn't happy about it.
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