Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

Started by Anastasia, August 24, 2003, 05:18:09 AM

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Anastasia

As you leave the small restaurant where you ate, you feel White Glow suddenly burn and pulse brightly. You feel pulled to the dark, metallic alley outside, between the eatery and a general goods shop.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

Carthrat pauses. "Rachel, come with me," he says, heading towards the alley and peering around the corner..
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

Rachel follows wordlessly.

Squinting, you see a rough looking, shirt and jeans wearning human kicking a downed, short alien of black skin and pointed ears. The downed aliens white clothes are mottled with blood on the front from a broken nose, and he is barely moving to the vicious kicks.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

Carthrat rushes the goon, kicking him in the face with a surprisingly fast and flexible leg.
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

The goon barely even gets a chance to register your prescense before your kick breaks his nose, jaw and maybe his skull. He falls into a fleshy lump on the floor, bleeding in place of moving.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

"Rachel, check out that guy," says Carthrat, indicating the alien, while moving to the down punk and hoisting him up by the collar, shoving him against the wall.

"Talk to me," he says, shaking the man a bit. "Bit xenophobic, I presume?"
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

As you chat with the goon, the soft soothing of Rachel's curing magic echos in your ears.

"Fusc ou," he grunts from his ruined mouth. He flails in your grasp, but he's stuck tight. Blood pours from his nose quite freely, ruining his T-shirt.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

"I wouldn't piss me off," says Carthrat. "Did you know I happen to be a master of the seven scrolls of Sygalthian Torture? You'll find out just how painful some salt and some beeswax can be after I'm done with you. Talk. No lies, now."
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

He weakly spits out a spurt of blood.

"Ae sit a DIE," he gets out. Yep, his jaw is rather badly broken, it seems, along with the majority of his face. His nose is showing no signs of stopping it's hearty flow of blood.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

Carthrat applies pressure to the guys groin with his knee. "Rachel, is that guy allright yet? I need you to buy me some salt, some honey, and a box of rats," he says.
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

"He'll live," she reports. "Not without a limp for a few days, but he'll live. The thug you have did a rather though job on him, it's a bit much for my magic."

As you apply pressure, he gasps out, blood and spittle landing on your shirt. Mostly blood.

"Um...sure," she says, after a moment of confusion.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

Carthrat snorts. "Forget it, Rachel, he just ruined my cloak. I've had this thing dry-cleaned too many times to count.

I think I'll just break both his arms and legs, then dislocate his spine. He shouldn't hurt anyone else after that," he says, cracking his knuckles.
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

The goon responds with a grunted and gasped mishmash of words that are impossible to understand, but quite clear in their meaning. He's not a  happy camper.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

"Rachel, take that guy back to our room," orders Carthrat, keeping a firm grip on the struggling man.
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

Rachel shakes her head. "He's still unconcious, and he's too heavy to move by myself."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?