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Post by Netreemic on Apr 22, 2009 20:11:57 GMT -6
Jören tried to dive from the rock, intent on reaching the shrine and hopefully disappearing around it long enough…running around and around and around the shrine would wear the big guy out. His jump, however, was cut short as the troll-man’s arm whipped out, fingers wrapped viselike around his ankle. A yelp ripped out of him as his leg was unceremoniously wrenched the wrong way, his knee feeling like molten lead.
“There is NO running. No more lying. No more killing.” The man snarled as he jerked the bodysnatcher closer, showing little effort even as the blonde dug his fingers into the earth. “Oh god, frigging sakes! The only thing I’ve ever killed is sheEEEEP!!” Pained screeches hiccupped out of Jören as he was flipped on his back, an angular stone stabbing just to the left of his spine. Dirt covered fingers clawed at the man’s ankles, scrapping angry welts that seeped black blood. “On theh-he farm, w-w-w-we slaughtered sheep. ’m sorry if you’re vegan!! So don’t eat me or whatever..I-I neh-hever,” he gurgled out before the man’s shoe crushed down on his neck. He hacked blood onto the restraining foot, fingers clawing more desperately. More time, I need more time! One hand left off it’s clawing and scrabbled blindly along the ground.
“I said,” the large man knelt, applying even more pressure, “no lying. You will not get beyond this man. You see,” the crouched man directed at Yushira, “he is able to-aaaAHGHER!![/i]” Jören jabbed the Swiss army knife up and under the man’s kneecap, sucking in a heady breath as the chocking foot jerked off his neck. The man howled and clutched his knee, the blonde taking the opportunity to roll away. Bad bad bad, never changing human bodies with trackers on me ever again. Too dangerous, next time I go animal. Least he can’t chase me down the hill now. His escape was short lived, halted by the Swiss army knife thudding with vengeful force into his hand, nailing it to the dirt. Everything was blasted out of his mind, pain filling his entire awareness as he screamed his throat raw, arm convulsing. Hazel eyes flickered like mad, baring white on every side as he muttered brokenly.
“Friggingnutshere,momwasright,shouldn’thavelefthomewhatthehell’mgonnadiebycrazystalkerwithawitness.” He blinked at that, dazed mind grasping that last part. Witness, Yushira. One last distraction. As the troll-man rose painfully to his feet to deliver an unsteady, though still unnaturally powerful, kick to Jören’s side, he bit down on his scream. “Oh god, help me, please pleaseplease.[/i][/b]” He willed every mote of innocence he could into his eyes, praying for just a few more moments. It was so close. Just a little bit longer and he could force a switch, but that little bit wasn’t going to happen with the man about to put his full weight on Jören’s ribcage. He could already hear the snap, crackle, and pop. “Help….h-h-heeeee…ulll….pah.”
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Post by Ryugexu on Apr 24, 2009 0:10:12 GMT -6
Yushira was stunned- the truth is that he did have the mind of a young teen as well as that of a war veteran. Now, however, his brave wits had left him in the sight of the stomach-churning fight. Who was right? Who was wrong? One side, seemingly innocent, was being chased by a much stronger foe who called him a murderer and a liar. Was it the big guy picking on the little guy, or was a sinner being put in his place...??
"STOP!" Yushira screamed as loud as he could, his green eyes wide in panic. In the late afternoon light his body seemed to glow a bit. "STOP! PLEASE! BOTH OF YOU!" He drew his blade wildly and charged the large man with his shoulder in desperate hopes to push him off-balance and to get the weight off of Joe's breaking body.
It seemed that the sight of such violence was enough to give his body some unusually large amount of strength for a young man his size.
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Post by Netreemic on Apr 24, 2009 14:57:37 GMT -6
The large man grunted in surprise as his weight was shifted by the small swordsman. Even more surprised when it was shifted a lot. His balance tipped, stumbling him back on his wounded knee [hurhur], uttering a hoarse cry as it buckled beneath the strain. Jören sucked air down his abused throat, eyes tearing up as pain lanced through his ribs, staring intently as the man toppled. Everything was slowing down. He could take the troll-man’s body, ‘Joe Collins’ could be dead, and he’d come up with some proof of his horrible actions. It’d be easy, ‘Hey, walk down the hill, you’ll find two dead people.’ He’d have the body of one of the trackers, possibly able to get close enough to gank the others. A vein in his eye burst under the strain of power gathered there, a wash of red spreading across the white. But on the other hand, he’d have a busted knee…well, a more busted knee. Plus…he’d already forgotten the guy’s name. That would make things awkward. Or any passwords the lunatics probably had by the millions. Always harder to be someone when there were people who knew who you were supposed to be.
He pulled back on his gathered energy, closing his now mismatched eyes. The man finally thudded onto the ground, wonderfully close to Jören’s legs. The snatcher’s eyes snapped open, lashing out with his undamaged leg. His foot caught the man under the chin, thwacking his skull backwards with a snap onto the path. And, even after a few moments, Keelaglium, or whatever, didn’t get back up. The big guy was still breathing, but shallowly enough to show he was out for the count. The blonde slumped with a relieved sob, clutching his hand, knife and all, to his aching chest, blood spreading in an ever-increasing stain across his t-shirt. Get up. Get up. Gotta get away before he wakes up. Shove knife in his neck while he's out. Nonono...being watched. Can't do that. Gotta fix hand. Gotta rob hospital.
Jören drew in a shuddering breath before leaning upright into a sitting position, grimacing as his muscles pulled on every ache he wish he didn’t have, head swimming. The way his ribs wiggled, it made his stomach roll, sharp shots of agony shooting everywhere...he repressed a shudder at the unnatural feel of the fractures...and worse. He turned his head to face the young man, staring determinedly at the dirt. “T-tha,” he paused to steady himself, “Thank you, Yushira.” He shut his mouth, focusing instead how to breath in the least painful way…and talking wasn’t helping his breathing or his throat. He’s in perfectly fine condition…could always… NO! Remember? We had this conversation already. Too bad all the little critters ran away from all the yelling. Just need to get patched up…and get out of Japan. Canada, always a nice place to disappear to. His mind wandered to a halt, blearily staring at Yushira’s sneakers. The young man had said ‘Stop…BOTH of you.’ Clearly he didn’t know which story to trust. Jören wasn’t out of trouble yet. His face crumpled at the thought, the new wash of stress pushing him off the edge. Tears started streaming down his face, the heaves of his sobs straining his ribs, the pain causing more tears. He just wanted to curl up and sleep, not create more lies with a pain-fogged brain. He’d made enough bad decisions in the last couple hours, they probably wouldn’t improve with his current state. So, he tried to rise to his feet, failing miserably on his warbly legs and plopped back on his butt, trying to ignore the pain and the stupid tears.
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Post by Ryugexu on Apr 29, 2009 20:36:28 GMT -6
Yushira was unable to stop Joe from knocking-out his larger foe.
"J-Joe! Be careful...!" Yushira lent down next to where his companion had fallen down, his blade was resting against the ground and the left hand holding the hilt was pale.
"We need to get you to a doctor or something...!" Yushira then sheathed his sword and went to place a hand carefully on Joe's shoulder, but seemed to somehow not touch Joe. Yushira's eyes then looked at the ground.
"Damn. I guess pushing that guy over really took it out of me... I'm sorry, I can't help you any more."
Yushira's hands and feet, if Joe could see it, were transparent.
I'm so useless! There's all this horror happening right in front of me, and I can't stop it!! I can't even interfere now! Damn... I can't do anything... no wonder I died the way I did.
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Post by Netreemic on May 1, 2009 18:15:40 GMT -6
Jören tried to focus on the words being spoken. Especially doctor. Doctors meant hospitals, hospitals meant handy-dandy things for fixing himself up. Maybe the world was looking up. Yushira had put away his sword, meant no sudden stabbing. Bludgeoning with the sheathed weapon was still possible, but that usually wasn’t instantly fatal. Then something utterly foreign pervaded his entire being. The feeling was so unbelievably WEIRD. He tensed at the sensation, head slowly angling to see what freakish event was happening to his shoulder.
Having a knife jammed through his hand was something Jören could understand. He’d had many knives jabbed into him, knew the feeling quite well. Wasn’t fond of it, but understood it. He could even have understood it if Yushira’s katana was plunged through his flesh. That he understood on a primordial level. It was how he came to be what he was, run not-quite-so-cleanly through. Cold metal burning in muscle, grinding against bone, ripping and sawing the meat it was stabbed into, those were all things that made sense.
What was beyond him was having a hand kinda sorta trying to do the same. It was there…but it wasn’t. The tiniest not-brush of those fingers didn’t rest on the surface of his skin as one would expect from a gentle touch. Oh no. The barest millimeter it came in contact didn’t just stop on the surface. He was used to being a void, a blight in the vibrancy of life. But that non-hand…it was like it was brushing along the edges of the pool that was Jören, disrupting the stillness, the emptiness. Like how people describe a ghost brushing through you, that weird tingling, except it wasn’t the bone numbing chill…more of that assured, courageous, honorable glow. Essence of Yushira?
He pulled an awkward crabshuffle away from Yushira, away from that terrible sensation. ‘I can’t help anymore” should mean that he couldn’t hurt anymore, either. What ever he was. Holy crap, what was he?!?! Hazel eyes tried their best imitation of dinner plates. Had he been sitting next to one of the temple spirits without realizing it? Some ghost connected with the temple, doomed to appear only on Tuesdays? Some sort of confused angelic being that had helped the wrong guy?
“T-t-t-t-that’s okay…just give a couple secs an’ I’ll get me gone.” He gripped a low hanging branches of one of the stunted bushes and heaved himself up, unable to hold in a whimper. Whether it was from the pain or the fear of ghostly heroic types, he was not certain. He scrubbed his unwounded hand across his eyes and looked up at Yushira and his weird expression. Sometimes, Jören wished he was better reading people, to know what’s going on in their strange little minds. Because somethingwas running behind those green eyes. Ohohohu….something.
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Post by Ryugexu on May 3, 2009 0:47:31 GMT -6
Yushira's eyes darkened at what seemed to be fear coming from Joe- what with the tenseness and the quick movement to get away, Yushira could only guess that he was now viewed as something to be disliked.
"I-.. I'm sorry- I didn't mean to scare you." Yushira said, "but I ...can't hold my human form for very long. I wanted... to be able to help you somehow, but it seems I could only witness... P-please don't move too much, your injurries are pretty bad."
Yushira turned and faced away from Jören, seeming to look around the area a bit. At this point Yushira's back was also a bit transparent and he seemed somewhat weightless. "I could... I think I could try to lead someone here to find you and help if you want my help."
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Post by Netreemic on May 9, 2009 12:18:14 GMT -6
Jören thought about accepting the offer. He really did. He'd probably end up mugged on the way to the hospital on his own. Or just keeled over somewhere. But having help meant someone else the cops would keep around for questioning. Another source who wouldn't say the same lies as "Joe Collins." Another person who'd stick around to make sure he was 'okay,' aka 'not crawling out the window.' Bugger. Not to mention, what kind of person would ghostly Yushira be able to dig up? Some nutball who feels flattered that the dead have deemed them worthy? Yeah, only the humans suffering from crazy would follow a glowing guy to help a battered foreigner with a knife in his hand while another man is nearby bleeding. Right. They'd fall over themselves for the opportunity.
Speaking of bleeding men...had Gigantor's foot just twitched? Jören squinted towards the prone figure, searching for any other signs. That is, until Llug shot up onto his elbows, angry glare burning across the spare meters separating them. Jören toppled with another high pitched shriek into the bushes and startled the daylights out of the critter hiding there.
Jö heard 'Joe Collins' thud heavily to the dirt, invariably tangled awkwardly amongst the broken branches. He heard Llug's labored breathing as the man limped over. Heard his outraged snarl on seeing the milky gaze of dear deceased Joe. Heard him scrabble around in the bush, ever nearer. Hide, gotta hide. Think unseen thoughts. I'm not here I'mnothere. Large hands tightened around him and pulled him from the bushes. Be still be stillbestillbestill
"A tea kettle?" Jö was unceriomoniously tilted this way and that, confused on how something cute and fuzzy was described as a tea kettle. Notherenothere Llug let out a louder snarl, squeezing Jö tighter, and rounded on Yushira, yelling "You let him get away!" But before he could fling his handful, a hole ripped open in the air and a lady stuck her frazzled head out. "Kierlam Nieghan, come, you are needed up North." She set her hand on his shoulder and they were gone through the hole, Jö jouncing to the ground with a clank. Seeing her hunter gone, the tea kettle uncurled, handle turning back into her tail, spout into snout. The tanuki sniffled the air nervously before bounding over to Yushira, cheeping her calls in the joy of being alive. Jö circled the young man, much more thrilled by the swordsman's strange state now that she wasn't bleeding. Squeaking and looking adorable all the while.
[I'm trapped in the computer lab (all macs D:) waiting for my renders, so I whipped up this - disjointed and confused, I apologize. *sigh* Female tanuki...thus the switch in pronounage blah]
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Post by Ryugexu on May 10, 2009 23:57:43 GMT -6
"Wha....what?" Yushira muttered, staring at the ever confusing situation before himself. "Joe...?" Yushira looked to the body, then to the tanuki. He stared at the creature. "Joe, are you a body-shifter?" he asked out of curiosity to the seemingly ecstatic creature. [[OOC- thats ok I got it. XD very nice. sorry for the short reply but it IS the ending few weeks of school for me ]]
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Post by Netreemic on May 12, 2009 13:51:32 GMT -6
The ghost thing was talking. Such a funny ghost thing. SOUND IN THE BUSHES!...............nothing. It makes pretty hazy glowy thing. Wonder what it tastes like. Would teeth go through it?
Jö shook her head frantically, trying to organize her thoughts. Animals were always a little ADD. Settling on her haunches, the tanuki tilted her muzzle waaaaaaaaaaay up towards Yushira's face. His voice was thundering down very strangely and was more than a little hard to interpret. It was hard to work the little brain in ways it never worked before. Shaking her head again, she tried to figure out the words. First was the fake name. Check. Bonnie Snacker? Dark little brows furrowed at that. Didn't remember eating anyone named Bonnie before. There'd been this guy Derek on one of those (nearly) deserted islands. But no...no Bonnies. Bunnies yes. But that would be weird to ask about....unless~!
Her eyes sparkled with adoration towards Yushira. HE WAS OFFERING FOOD! He finally understood the importance of sharing one's meal! Bunny was definitely on the menu! She licked her chops in anticipation. She could dig up an appetizer, unless the silly little man had already caught the rabbit and had been hiding it all along. He really shouldn't have~ Lovely, lovely~
[heh, yeah finals. Last one in a couple hours *crosses fingers* hope yours are going/will go well ^-^]
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Post by Ryugexu on May 12, 2009 22:01:03 GMT -6
Yushira raised an eyebrow, "Well, I think you're lying to me if you say that." he spoke to the tanuki with a skeptical and still confused tone, "after all, you, tanuki-chan, seem to have understood my question, but then shook your head 'no'. But- you understand me, and I know that I don't have the ability to effectively communicate with animals who don't speak human tongues."
Carefully he held out a hand near the ground, offering the little creature to be held. "I can sense you are the same spirit from within Joe, and I'm...mostly sure it wasn't a revival of some kind. Whatever the case, I bet that such an ability would be convenient. C'mon. Let's go somewhere so I can try to translate whatever you're saying to me."
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Post by Netreemic on May 14, 2009 20:22:36 GMT -6
Jö stuck her muzzle into the proffered hand, snuffing hopefully for that bunny. Bunny stew, bunny sandwich, bunny crackers, bunny drumsticks. Dark brown paws shot out, grasping at the hand, intent on inspection. It was empty no matter which way it was turned. Her dark eyes squinted up dubiously. “Let’s go somewhere” trickled into her awareness. The rest…was just a little too fast. People…people went places to get meals…or go home to warm dens.
She cautiously settled more of her weight on the hand, ears laid back. Maybe the hand wouldn’t hold her. Maybe Yushira had something mean in mind. But this park was small and Big and Angry might bring friends back from North. Eventually, if there were enough of them, they could cordon off the park area, maybe the others wouldn’t be as thick as Llug. And she was tired, happy to still be kicking, but tired nonetheless and wanting home. If Yushira was offering an avenue out, perhaps it would be best to take it. If even for the moment.
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Post by Ryugexu on May 14, 2009 21:38:23 GMT -6
"Don't be afraid, tanuki-chan." Yushira cooed softly, seeming to amuse the thought of being so close to a small and innocent creature, whether or not the creature had a human's mind.
Yushira sighed, "because of your small size, I can hold you. When you were a human though, it would be too much for me to try to touch you."
A certain tired look was certainly in the ghost's eyes, but he seemed to intent on his current actions to go and vanish
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Post by Netreemic on May 16, 2009 15:19:24 GMT -6
Jö shot him a look, one clearly read as “If you are going pick me up, pick me up. Stop with the baby noises.” She shifted, her little tanuki body was a bit on the plump, fluffy side and wasn’t fitting completely on Yushira’s hand. She dug her front claws into the nearby sleeve before giving Yushira a quick nod. Let’s try this thing.
[Lead on Ryu, lead on~ Jö is in your hands~ huhuhu]
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Post by Ryugexu on May 16, 2009 20:06:17 GMT -6
Yushira nodded, "well, off we go then. Maybe if you can still read, I could get you to use a pencil or a computer's keyboard." he carefully lifted the tanuki and floated softly in the breeze. "Hm. I don't think the local Priestess would mind if I asked to borrow some paper and a pencil from her."
Yushira floated towards the open archway of the shrine, where inside was a beautiful statue and a seating area. There was a door on the side which usually would lead to the Priestess's personal quarters.
Using his free hand, Yushira softly knocked on the door.
((OOC- I'd feel like I was controlling too much of the rp if I do control the priestess/miko, so if you like you can.))
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Post by Netreemic on May 17, 2009 21:36:50 GMT -6
If they hadn’t been floating in the air at the moment, Jö would have bolted the second 'Priestess' escaped Yushira’s lips. The local priestess was not the samurai version of The Bat Cave, which is where the swordsman should be going. Off to do manly type recovery things and drinking that Ecto Cooler stuff to recover ectoplasmic solidity. Not to have tea with the priestess of the temple flinging roof tiles. Oh how was your day~? Ohohoho, I witnessed some ruffians terrorizing each other on sacred ground. Such sillykins~ Thought you might want to smite them so I made it more convenient and brought one over…Bad bad bad. And parading around in the skin of her beloved tanuki? One of the actually magical ones at that. Cutting into the gene pool of magical creatures had to earn the hatred of a couple societies. Damn those preservation groups. Where was the group for Jö? That question had miffed her for years.
Well, there was no group, so she’d just have to preserve herself. His hand reaching to knock decided the matter. Angry growls started rumbling through her small frame and she squirmed in Yushira’s grip. Perhaps if she weakened his fragile hold just enough, he would try to resituate and she could rectify this bad decision with much running. Running from that statue with its leering orbs, creepily smiling chuck of wood. Opposite direction, I’d carve it into your arm with my claws if I could. You don’t give me opposite direction, I give you gnawed on sleeve. Tiny teeth sunk into the young man’s sleeve and she displayed her dissatisfaction with rapid shakes. This is me breaking the neck of that bunny you never gave me, lying bugger!
The door creaked open. Bad day bad day bad day…
[<.< feel free to be the priestess, I already had control of a free standing chara…Mine kind of tend to get violent *hides closet load of bodies*]
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