-- Intro 2: Night Terrors -- Session Start: Fri Mar 24 22:21:15 2000 --SESSION START-- >> Rain pounds the dark stone pavement of the ruined city, the sound of it washing against the hard rock a dull roar that rivals the thunder which periodically shakes the heavens. Toppled stone pillars and the remnants of walls exist at the hazy edge of vision, beyond the driving downpour which clouds the air like a fog. * Neydisa slowly comes to, finding herself laying face up on the cold stone, rain pattering down on her in it's endless rythm. She rubs her eyes as if to clear them, wiping the rainwater away.. Where..? Did I.. blackout again..? >> Her clothes cling to her like a second skin, soaked. She is dressed in light robes covered in intricate designs, and is wearing geta. * Neydisa sits up in the deluge, looking at her attire, once more shaking her head. "How did I get here.. in these.." * Neydisa looks for some kind of shelter.. «ooc: The scene will prolly be over by the time it sends, but it's cool to have in general. It's Gearbolt. » >> There doesn't seem to be anything with a roof nearby...all that's left are crumbled grey walls. * Neydisa slides her self up against a nearby wall, shivering. Where is this? It doesn't even look like.. Adelhyde.. >> The rain is cold, but not freezing; it's impossible to tell the time of year from the dim, rain-enclosed world of stone and ruin. A faint light flickers briefly in the distance, gone as quickly as it came, and still the rain pours down in sheets, chilling. * Neydisa shivers some more, and gets to her feet unsteadily in the wooden sandals. .o( Stay focused.. think about surviving.. not the reason you're here if it's tr.. NO! Focus, focus.. ) * Neydisa tries walking the ruined streets, in the vague direction of the light, trying to stick close to the grey walls.. >> Her steps sound out, loud clacks as the geta she seems to be wearing for some reason slap against the cracked mosaic of stone tiles. * Neydisa brushes some of her rain soaked blue hair out of her brown eyes, trying to find another living soul, or a way to something drier... .oO( Where in Lucadia's name am I? ) >> All around is grey darkness and rain...only the movement of the tiles beneath her feet provides evidence she is making progress at all, until eventually, aching from the cold, she sees the remains of a large building, the walls slightly less crumbled than the others, though still simply a square space of ruin. A doorway leads in between the walls, and vague dark shape looms beyond. * Neydisa stumbles toward the building like a lost child, her bones chilled from the storm. * Neydisa reaches the shell of a biulding, and tries to clamber inside. .oO( Cold.. why can't I remember... ) >> Rather than the inside of a building, the interior is now revealed as a sort of walled courtyard. Empty except for the stone blocks that have crumbled from the walls, and for the giant shape in the middle, a strange, tall hump with protrusions here and there, on top of what looks like a circular dais. It's impossible to tell from this distance, in the dark and deluge. >> A light flickers again for a fraction fo a second, from the top of the mound. * Neydisa raises her head to look at the mound through the pouring rain, hugging her arms to her chest to stay warm. She takes a few steps closer out of curiosity, or the fact the light may be warmth in this otherwise frigid environment. .oO( Maybe a fire... I'm going to freeze before long.. why can't I be at the inn or home with.. ) >> From closer up, the mound is revealed to be a vaguely human figure, but with strange spiky pieces coming out of various parts of its form, and two lumpy things on its back which might be wings. * Neydisa squints through the water running down her face. "A guardian...?" >> The figure remains rigidly motionless on its dais. * Neydisa kneels for a moment by the figure, catching her breath, and looking for any other paths to follow. >> The building has doorways on each of its four walls, but all lead to the nothingness that surrounds the strange limbo of the ruins. * Neydisa mumbles low, "Where do I go now... I can't stay here.. must get back.. somewhere.. anywhere.." * Neydisa 's hand idly strays to her chest, as if feeling for something under her clothes.. >> A flash of lightning lights the sky briefly, revealing the figure to be made of heavily rusted metal armor. Its face is masked, and it is posed (?) with one hand reaching to its face as if to lift its mask, the other pointing forward, palm out, warding off some nonexistant enemy, or perhaps the viewer herself. Angelic wings sprout from the back of the armor, made of rusty corroded metal like the rest of it. >> Neydisa's clothes are empty. She has no possessions save the robe and geta. * Neydisa sighs deeply, looking once more at the figure. .o ( Nothing to rely on except my faith and myself.. ) *** Gayo changes topic to 'Intro 2: Night Terrors | ?' * Neydisa gets to her feet again, scratching at the rain matted robe uncomfortably. >> The figure stares back at her through the darkened visor of its mask. .oO( At least he has a cause to fight for as a knight.. I feel so lost.. ) >> Rain, statue, walls, weird gothic ruin. La. :D * Neydisa turns her back to the figure, peering out past the door on the other side.. .oO( I'll freeze if I don't keep moving.. ) >> Nothing but blackness lies beyond the door...blackness on all sides, blackness and rain and the dull roar of water against the stonework. * Neydisa takes a few steps towards it, but suddenly trips. * Neydisa braces herself upon her hands, letting out a soft moan as she rights herself from the floor. >> She cracks her chin on the stone dais of the statue, and the taste of blood fills her mouth, a fog of red drifting outwards with the water coating the platform. Her eyes close involuntarily for a fraction of a second, and when she opens them there is a lightfrom somewhere behind her. * Neydisa struggles to right herself, biting back the pain as she holds her chin reflexively. She slowly turns around at the light.. >> The light is shining from the visor in the statue's mask, dim like the moon, and casting an eerie glow. Neydisa finds herself standing in the statue's shadow with her face to its back, a long and formless shadow with great wings spread on either side of it. .oO( Something about this... ) * Neydisa rubs her aching chin several more times, steadily herself to take another closer look at the shadow and the light that seems like a beacon in the storm.. >> The shadow is long and eerie, like the statue itself. A faint ring of light comes from the edges of the mask, shining on the one hand raised as if to remove it. The other hand points forward, towards her, as if the statue fears what it is facing. * Neydisa looks at the figure, wondering what it could mean.. * Neydisa tries to climb onto the dias, nearly slipping several times due to her strange footwear. .oO( Maybe if I... ) * Neydisa looks up at the statue, and reaches a shaky hand through the downpour, toward the glowing mask. >> Her hands are red when she lifts them after climbing up.,..at first it looks like blood, but in the light it's revealed to be rust. The entire dais is red with rust from the statue. * Neydisa tries to grab the side of it, her small frame straining to reach. >> She easily does so...the statue is taller than her, but much shorter than it appeared from the ground. * Neydisa pulls on it gently at first, then a few harder tugs with all she can muster of her fading energy. >> The mask lifts with a creak, dust flaking off under her fingertips. The light dies simultaneously, and casting her in a momentary darkness far blacker than that which she had been in before the light shone. For an infinitely long second, her only sensation is the cold pervading her being and the steady beating of the rain against her skin. * Neydisa starts to despair slightly in the all encompassing darkness.. slowly mouthing Lucadia's name... >> The faint light suddenly, returns, and the pale face of a young man stares back at her from within the cocoon of the armor's helmet. His face is pretty, but the edges of the helmet bite into its sides and leave them red and inflamed. His eye sockets are empty, torn holes with metal tubes leading into them from the sides of the helmet. >> Trickles of rust from the tubes are dried on his cheeks like bloody tears, and an expression of despair and pain is frozen on his sightless face. Her hand inadvertently brushes against his cheek and leaves her with rust on her fingers - touching him was like touching spongy dead flesh. For a minute he seems dead, until his mouth begins to move slightly, as if trying to voice words it no longer has a throat to make. * Neydisa pauses in almost shock, trying to take all of this in... Who..? * Neydisa rubs more of the rainwater and her own drenched hair from her field of view. >> A faint rasping comes from the pallid, weakly moving lips, as fresh tears of rusty rainwater gush down from the gouged, violated eyes. * Neydisa looks at the face of the man, trying to read his rustied lips. >> As she stares at his mouth, he coughs suddenly, spitting rust or blood onto the front of her robes, the same dribbling down his lips. He coughs again, and again, and tries to draw breath, and fails, and the armor shakes, and a gush and a spurt as he coughs up a thick stream of crimson liquid. * Neydisa stumbles back from the side of the dias, falling to the ground on her back and hands. "What is that thing..." >> The armor shudders but maintains its unnatural position as the motionless, yearning face vomits up more blood (?). She falls to the ground covered in it, her entire body weak with cold, exhaustion, and revulsion. * Neydisa tries to keep her wits about her, edging across the floor farther from the figure in fear. >> She bumps into something as she skitters back. * Neydisa turns sharply, now on edge.. to shee what she hit, hoping it's just a wall.. >> She turns around quickly to find a wall behind her. * Neydisa uses the wall for support, getting to her feet unsteadily. She keeps an eye on the armored figure while sliding across the stony surface to the doorway. .oO( I.. have to get out of here.. somewhere.. anywhere.. ! ) >> As she faces forward again, she finds herself staring at tattered khaki intertwined with barbed wire, hanging in strips from two long, gaunt legs. Following the legs upwards she comes face to face with a grotesque grinning form, tangles of clothing hanging like dead flesh from a bloody, skinless body. >> The barbed wire bites into its body all over, and some bits of its clothing seem more pinned to it than worn. Pale white bone juts through slick red flesh here and there, and the form's entire chest is wide open, with nothing but bones and bits of gore left inside. It gives her a lipless grin. Combat! Front Row: ? Round 1 * Neydisa looks around in a state of semi-panic for a route of escape from the horrible monster. :o Neydisa attempts to withdraw! Failure! ? uses Shrieking Oblivion! * Neydisa put up her hands defensively. "Please.. I didn't do anything!" >> The creature's mouth opens wide in a brimming smile, revealing a blackened stump of a tongue...wider, wider...its jaw hits the ground with a wet thud. Its face melts away to leave a gaping cavity in the center of its head. * Neydisa tries to back up, realizing she is at the wall already. .oO( ...got to get away before... ) >> Pain beyond all comprehension wracks Neydisa's body as she hears the sound of her ribs wrenching and snapping. Her chest starts to distend unnaturally, the pain now so great that her mind is clouded with a certain numb fascination as the front of her body bursts open and light spills out, swirling and twisting in the air like a living thing as it is drawn into the creature's empty face. >> Finally the light is gone with a slurp, and everything goes black. The creature is gone, but Neydisa is unseeing, her eyes stare upward into nothingness, heedless of the drops filling them, her form twisted on the ground, her chest now reminiscent of her grotesque killer. >> All alone, in the rain and the dark of the ruins. >> All alone and dead in the bleak black, the cold oblivion. >> Black. >> Dark. >> Nothingness. >> She floats in nothingness. * Neydisa feels totally and utterly lost... not a light or even the sounds of rain to guide her... >> Her eyes open, yet she does not see. She takes a breath, and yet her lungs take no air. Her form is suspended. Upright? Upside down? Sideways? It doesn't matter. Nothing is anywehre. There is no sound, no smell, nothing but black. >> The rain is gone, the cold stone is gone. She is warm now. >> But she is alone. Alone in the dark...and then there was a voice. * Neydisa strains whatever senses she has left in the void to reach out for the voice... >> "Dead girl." She does not hear with her ears, but rather the space around her, the space which encompasses and envelops her, ripples with feeling. * Neydisa tries to call out, as she wonders if this is truly the end to her pain. "Dead...?" * Neydisa struggles to move her limbs, to think, to breathe, anything to reassure her that she exists, rather than become the blackness. >> Her lungs fill with water, and she is at peace. >> A dim light illuminates her surroundings. She is submerged in water...yet her muscles are tired and weak...she cannot move, but simply stays where she is, the sole object in an infinite sea. And then she finds that she is looking at herself...a reflection in the water itself, perhaps...a rippling trick of light. She is naked, and the water casts a green tint on her skin...her chest and stomach are covered in a huge, angry red scar, and she stares into her own eyes wonderingly, pleadingly. * Neydisa looks at herself... the feeling of water all around her bringing to mind Lucadia's loving embrace.. that which she feels as if she does not deserve... >> Finally, her form speaks. Reflection: I am in pain. * Neydisa finds her voice, speaking through the water in a similar manner as the air. "I am as well... though it's all my fault.." -_- >> The sound of their speach reverberates through the warm water like a gentle caress. Reflection: Yes...you are twisting a knife in my heart. >> As if in response, Neydisa feels a dull throbbing pain in her chest. You are me? Am I you? Are we each other? To know I'm hurting myself in such a.. * Neydisa gropes for her chest, feeling the pain welling up. >> The reflection mimics every movement of hers save speech. "I am and am not you. When I die I will be entirely not." But I don't want to die.. I have to stop.. Reflection: You cannot stop. You kill me because you crave the sleep of oblivion...you are craven...I cannot endure. >> A second, much more severe spasm wracks her, sending both her and the double into a brief paroxysm as her insides seem to contract. * Neydisa tenses, biting her teeth at the spasm and pain. "That's.. n...not true! I don't need the oblivion to survive.. I don't want to crave it.." Reflection: What would you do to save me? I.. have to stop.. though every moment is pain... Reflection: ...do you love me? * Neydisa blinks falling silent. "If you are the pure me.. I miss you more than words could express.. I want to be be that way again.. with all my heart.." But how do I start? I've failed in so many ways.. >> The reflection is cast away in a moment, borne off in a flicker of refracted light. A second, dark shape floats up, its for indistinguishable, its every visible characteristic androgynous and ambiguous. "I am the Eater of Souls. From dust was I born, and to dust shall I return, but here I am eternal. Seek me at the festival, for I hold the key to your redemption." * Neydisa gazes at the figure. "My redemption?" >> Before she can even finish speaking, the figure floats away from her, and a second floats up, identical to the first in its lack of identifying characteristics. "I am the Pretender. From dust was I born, and to dust shall I return, but here I am eternal. Seek me at the festival, for I hold the key to your redemption." * Neydisa tries to see through the waters at the figure. "Festival?" >> That figure also slowly and motionlessly withdraws, and another takes its place from below. "I am the Man With No Face. From dust was I born, and to dust shall I return, but here I am eternal. Seek me at the festival, for I hold the key to your redemption." * Neydisa reaches out to them. "Key? Please.. don't go.." * Neydisa tries to swim towards it. >> Her muscles do not obey, still very sore and weak. >> The dim waters begin to fade to blackness again, and she hears a final and distinctly different voice, the one who called her a dead girl...the voice reverberates through the water and seems to ripple through every iota of her being as though she were no more than water herself. "Dead girl...crawl up from the pit of despair to the light and be reborn...or fall downward into the eternal darkness from whence none can ever truly return." >> "Your choice lies before you, and your humanity bleeds away in each moment of indecision..." >> She is floating in warm blackness again, the water enveloping her like a mother's love forever lost in the hazy realm of childhood... >> And the blackness is everywhere, and the warmth, and she remains suspended for an eternity before she slowly realizes that for however long, she has been lying in her bed. «ooc: Pose. I'll BRB. ^_^ » * Neydisa reaches out to the shadowy figures and grabs her hands onto her pillow. * Neydisa blinks.. and mumbles something into the downy cusion, her eyes a little red, and her stomache churning, reminding her of a looming hunger. ^^ I guess I lost it again... >> As she speaks, she hears a shuffling sound from nearby. O_o * Neydisa tries to get her head out from the pillow, and look oevr to the source of the shuffling in the sparse, candlelit room she now calls home. >> She turns, and comes face-to-face with... *** Gayo changes topic to 'Intro 2: Night Terrors | Jolly Steamer Inn, Neydisa's Room' >> ...a short guy with a big sack and staff. How anticlimactic. he does seem to be in the process of taking all her stuff though, as one hand is halfway towards the katars. * Neydisa pivots herself on the bed, coming around. She stares at the man, finding her small voice. "Hey.. what are you doing?" The guy chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "Hey, I didn't expect you to wake up. I was stealing all your stuff." ^^;' * Neydisa slides off the bed to her feet. With a quick motion, she rolls under the man's girth and snatches her katars before he swipes them. ^^ >> The man blinks. "Wow, you're fast." He turns around, putting the sack down and hopping backwards. Thieves in Rosetta were a lot less sloppy... Man: Hey! It's not my fault you woke up! I was really careful! * Neydisa picks up her two weapons, and shakes her head. "Why do you even want to steal from someone with nothing?" Bother someone rich instead... I'm no better off than you. But at least I work hard for what I've got. >> He sweatdrops. "Well I didn't KNOW you had nothing!" Grinning, he produces a silver case out of nowhere with a flick of his hand. "Silver is pretty good though." * Neydisa wideyes. "YOU! GIVE ME THAT!!" Small Man: *shakes his head* I'll leave you be if I can just have this. ^_^ * Neydisa grips the small weapons, the steel sliding near her knuckles. "It has sentimental value.. give it back.. you.. you ungrateful jerk!" * Neydisa advances on the small theif guy, trying her best to look threatening in her ragged clothes. Small Man: Ooh! You want to fight? It's been a while. I'm used to sneaking mostly. hang on, I need my beads. *he backsteps nimbly and fishes around in his outfit, drawing out a set of prayer beads and rubbing them, mumbling.* Beads? Just give the case back and we won't have to fight any.. * Neydisa reaches for it while he's distracted. >> The man allows her to take the case, finishing his prayer and butting the beads away. "That wasn't very nice. I need to take that back! It'd be rather shameful if I left with nothing." He twirls his staff, beaming. ^_^ * Neydisa hunches down, ready to flip away. "You'll leave with something.. but it won't be my posessions.." Small Man: How exhilirating! I am fortified with the strength of the Guardians, and ready for any challenge! Variety is the spice of life. bring it on! :D Boss Combat! Front Row: Chartreuse Guardians? Don't use their name in vain! If I have to bring punishment to you, then by Lucadia I will. Anyway, when the keeper hears the ruckus, you're jailbait for the authorities... Round 1 Chartreuse: I vain? Phah! I know what I'm doing! I'll show you a little spice! Just, er, give me a minute. They're being kind of contrary today. >> Chartreuse pulls out his prayer beads and rubs them together. * Neydisa holds a defensive posture, slipping her case inside her loose shirt. .oO( Can't let him get it.. I can't... or should I! Damn.. shouldn't get confused now.. ) Chartreuse charges! Force+1! Neydisa uses Rig-Rat! Counter Threshold drops to 0! Round 2! * Neydisa does a few flips, shiftingeher center of balance to dodge attacks more effectively! * Neydisa grips her katars, not exactly fond of using them, but... >> Chartreuse tosses the beads into the air and they burst into brilliant light. Chartreuse High Summons Rigdobrite! Chartreuse: Patron of infinite diversity, help your humble servant overcome any circumstance! Rigdobrite, I entreat you! >> A giant space helmet appears out of nowhere! * Neydisa blinks. "A thief a Shaman?" >> Chartreuse's body is covered in a rocky shell, which melts into his skin, hardening it. Chartreuse's defense is raised two levels! * Neydisa braces herself, seeing the power of the Guardian of Star. You obviously aren't some average thief.. why are you picking on me? Chartreuse: You have no sense of diversity sister! Thievery is just a way of life, like fighting or selling! We all play little competitive games. of course Zeldukes doesn't really like me stealing in his city. -_-; But he's a rather contrary fellow. My patron appreciates a great many professions! Neydisa attacks! * Neydisa jumps forward, trying to scrape the sides of his now rocky skin with the only modestly sharp blades. Professions.. why couldn't you be a janitor or something and leave me alone? -_-; 7! 6! (13) Chartreuse: There's no CHALLENGE in that! Round 3! Everyone gains 1 force! Neydisa evades! Chartreuse attacks! * Neydisa sidesteps to the wall, preparing to dodge whatever else he has in his bag of tricks. Miss! Miss! Counter-7! 7! (14) You're too slow.. how do you make a living like that? >> Chartreuse sweatdrops. "I'm shamefully imbalanced in that regard. You want to fight someone faster...heh." Round 4! * Neydisa jumps onto her bed. "I still can't believe this.. what a lousy day." Neydisa evades! Chartreuse: Hah! You should know better than to try to escape the honorable mistress of swift strikes. Fengalon! Come forth for me! Chartreuse summons Fengalon! * Neydisa sweatdrops. -_-; >> A blur of stripes whips past Neydisa, leaving her with bloody clawmarks before she even feels pain. 58 damage! Neydisa gets +1 force! Round 5! * Neydisa topples off her bed, landing on the floor a brief moment, before standing back up. >> Chartreuse rubs his prayer beads, then stows them. "Don't want to push my luck with the Powers tonight. There's only so much a humble thief can ask, eh?" ^_^ * Neydisa shakes her head sadly, trying to dull the pain. "Even a thief shaman is better than me.." Neydisa evades! * Neydisa does a flip backwards, anticipating Cartruese's attacks. Chartreuse rushes her, trying to grab at her Heal Berries, but misses, twirling around to face her again. Chartreuse: Ah, don't feel bad. If I can do, it, I'm sure you can. ^_^ Round 6! Everyone gets 1 force! * Neydisa pulls out a berry. "You wanted this so bad? Well it's going where you can't get it." Chartreuse: I like you. ^_^ Tell ya what, if I win I won't kill you or anything. Chartreuse makes another grab! Miss! He goes barreling past her! >> The door slams open and the innkeper storms in. "What the hell is going on!?" >> Chartreuse runs into the innkeeper and they both fall over! Neydisa uses a Heal Berry! Regains 50 HP! Round 7! * Neydisa kicks him on the butt as her runs past, sending him into the keeper. Whoops. ^^ Sir.. this freak is a theif..! Inkeeper: Gmrph! Chartreuse: Excuse me? I'm no freak! *hops off the innkeeper and brushes himself off* Chartreuse evades! Neydisa attacks Chartreuse! * Neydisa attempts to pin the short guy to the wall, pricking him slightly on the way in. Miss! 6! (6) Innkeeper attacks Chartreuse! You're caught.. just forget this stupid fighting.. Inkeeper: Nobody steals from my inn, dammit! Miss! Miss! Counter-15! 15! The innkeeper falls on his ass! Innkeeper: Er...I think I'll get some guards. *goes out* * Neydisa gapes. "B..boss." o_O Innkeeped has withdrawn! Round 8! * Neydisa rubs her shoulders a minute. "You really have no manners at all.. how do you stay a shaman.." -_- Chartreuse: With skill! And you should see Mauve if you think *I* have no manners! * Neydisa does a few more flips, akin to climbing imaginary rigging.. Rig-Rat! >> He frowns. "Wonder if he got that stuff back yet." Chartreuse: Anyway! Mauve? I'm being robbed my colors? Chartreuse evades! Neydisa uses Rig-Rat! Counter Threshold at 0 until round 13! Maybe I should have just stayed in bed.. Round 9! Everyone gains 1 force! Chartreuse: Hey, like I said, I can just take that case and go. it's worth enough to make the trip worthwhile on its own. Both combatants evade! Round 10! No way.. this is all I have! Just give it up and get out of here... Chartreuse: Hah! I'm just warming up! * Neydisa peers at Chartreuse, sizing him up to see if she really can win in this scenario.. Naydisa uses Assess! Can ask 2 questions! Chartreuse starts pushing the bed in front of the door, then stops to dodge a bit. << evade and HP on charty? :) >> «ooc: Evade itself isn't useful. You'd want to know Agility, and I can tell you that AND evade. Evade modifies the final percent. » * Neydisa blinks. "Hey, don't go rearranging furniture in my room!" «ooc: He has 21 agility and 15 evade (which is a shitload), and 87 curr HP. » ROund 11! Chartreuse: This is heavy. O_o Chartreuse gives up on dodging and just pushes the damn thing the rest of the way. I said knock it off... you want my case and now my bed? :/ Chartreuse: Don't be dense! I just don't want us to be interrupted! Chartreuse pushes the bed to block the door! Neydisa attacks! 6! 7! (13) * Neydisa hops onto the bed post and comes crashing down on the theif's head with a double bladed strike. Chartreuse flinches, turning his armor to catch the blows. Chartreuse: Ow. Round 12! More force for everyone! Neydisa is Condition Green! Chartreuse is Condition Green! Chartreuse evades! * Neydisa catches her breath, and tries poking Chartreuse a few more times, obviously getting a little tired of this intrusion into her privacy. Neydisa attacks! Miss! Miss! Chartreuse: Whew. Chartreuse: See, it's the will of the spirits that I live! I just want to get my sleep for the festival.. :/ Round 13! Neydisa's Rig-Rat expires! * Neydisa does a few more flips, akin to climbing imaginary rigging.. Rig-Rat! Chartreuse: Oh! You're going? That's great! We have a big day planned. Chartreuse evades! Neydisa uses Rig-Rat! Counter Threshold is 0 until turn 18! Then plan it somewhere else, will you? Chartreuse: Happily, madam! Just let me have this as a memento of our meeting. * Neydisa shakes her head vehemiantly, clutching her chest where it's hidden safely. "I'm sorry. but I won't. It's very special to me. So just march out of here before you end up really hurt." Round 14! Chartreuse: Hmph! Not going to spare a bit of silver for a poor thief? How rude! You're the rude one, barging in at this hour.. don't you have anything better to do? Neydisa evades! Chartreuse: Of all the nerve! It would have gone perfectly smoothly if you hadn't woken up for no reason! Chartreuse Meditates! Failure! >> Chartreuse sweatdrops. * Neydisa shakes her head. "Maybe the guardians want to teach you a little humility.." Round 15! Everyone gains 1 force! Neydisa is condition green! * Neydisa sighs, and sweeps her blade twice at Chartreuse' legs. Chartreuse: Yeah, I guess so. :/ Ah well. Chartreuse rushes her head on, feinting to the side at the last second. Chartreuse: Hmph. Almost... Neydisa attacks! Miss! 7! (7) Counter-10! * Neydisa gets caught in the side, hopping back. >> Chartreuse baps her on the head cheerfully with his staff. ^_^ Round 16! * Neydisa rubs her head then. "Owch.." ^^ You know, we could just sit down and talk through this... >> Chartreuse wiggles his fingers. "If at first you don't succeed..." But you're not going to get my case. Chartreuse: Well, if you give me everything else I'll leave the case. :D Chartreuse: You can keep the berry you ate though. * Neydisa shakes her head. "Can't you think about anything else.." .oO( Maybe he's a little like me though.. :/ ) Chartreuse: I'm a man with a mission! Chartreuse repeats his previous action, with no effect. Chartreuse: Ack! Well, that settles it. I need to succeed for my honor! Neydisa attacks! * Neydisa jabs once at his head, then a spinning top-like move to his chest. 6! Miss! (6) Counter-9! Round 17! * Neydisa shrugs. "I really don't like doing this.. I just want to sleep peacefully after my day of work. You wouldn't understand." :/ Chartreuse: Of course I do! I can't wait to get back to the hideout. We have this great couch there! * Neydisa blinks. "You sure are flamboyant for a theif too.." * Neydisa gets into an attacking stance once more.. Chartreuse: Well, you kind of ruined my original being-quiet plan. :P Well, why don't you make some noise in a place with lots of police? I'm sure it'd be a lot more fun... ^^ Chartreuse fakes an attack and snatches the silver case from her, twirling it on the end of his finger before pocketing it. "Woo! I was beginning to doubt my own skill." * Neydisa wideyes. "HEY!!" >> As if on cue, the door is banged on! Miss! 7! Counter-10! * Neydisa makes a grab for the case, her strap on knives grazing him. Chartreuse baps her on the head, easily avoiding the grab. Chartreuse: Don't YOU try that, I'm a professional! Hm. Looks like I've outstayed my welcome. :/ Give it back, you weasel.. and here I was actually trying to reason with you! * Neydisa chases him some more, flailing for the item.. Round 18! Rig-Rat expires! Chartreuse: Hey, so was I! Tell you what, I'll leave you be now. I need to get a move on anyway. Good luck with your shamanism and stuff. Chartreuse attempts to withdraw! Failure! You barred the door.. and the windows locked.. I'm getting that back.. :o * Neydisa leaps after him several times, swiping unsteadily. >> Chartreuse backs off a bit, positioning himself near the window. "It's not locked anymore...how do you think I got in?" Neydisa attacks! Miss! Miss! Counter-10! Chartreuse: Come on, you're going to hurt yourself at this rate. Round 19! * Neydisa suddenly stops, hearing that. >> A billy club busts through the door. * Neydisa blinks. .o( Hurt myself.. that's what I'm doing all this time.. maybe I should LET him have it and be rid of it.. ) Police: Oi! Open up in there, eh! * Neydisa looks at Chartreuse, and back up, trying to shove the bed away from the door. Chartreuse withdraws! Victory! * Neydisa whispers, "GO and take my pain with you.." She finally moves the bed enough to clear the doorway. Chartreuse grabs the top of the windowsill, flipping himself straight up onto the roof with arm power alone. There's the patter of feet on the roof, fading and then gone. >> Neydisa manages to push the bed away from the door. >> A billy club busts through the door in another spot! * Neydisa falls to her knees on the floor. "Enough with the racket.. he's gone. Go upstairs if you want to catch him.." >> The policeman frowns and rubs his chin at her through the big hole in the door, while the inkeeper tries to but in, shouting "what did he take?". After a second the officer and his two companions head up to the roof, and some much louder and more bumbling footsteps than the thief's are heard. The innkeeper opens the door, walks in, and scratches his head. * Neydisa hugs her kness close, and closes her eyes. .o( I'm going to regret this. but maybe it's better this way.. ) Innkeeper: Huh. it all seems to be here. Just.. just a small box. Nothing..nothing special. Innkeeper: Did he just take stuff of yours? Oh...whew. I was worried he got something important. You did a good job chasing him off! I'll overlook all the damage. Still...I'm surprised he was able to get in....these damn windows don't unlock from the outside! Bloody thieves are everywhere these days. Dirty street rats. >> He pats her on the shoulder. "I'll get you some alcohol to put on that head, it's bleeding a bit." * Neydisa sighs, and looks up. "Thanks.. I'm sorry about all this.." -_- * Neydisa gets to her feet again. Innkeeper: Hey, it's okay. I'll leave you be then, you probably need to relax a minute.
>> He gives her a nod, and heads off, closing her peek-a-boo door. .oO( How could I just let him take it like that.. I should chase him..! ) * Neydisa shakes her head, and lays on the dishelved bed. "Working the festival he said..." She thinks back to her vision as she reclines tiredly, and then nods off, exhausted. --SESSION END-- Session Close: Sat Mar 25 04:19:35 2000