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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Mar 26, 2006 14:35:18 GMT -5
*Ffasma watched as the badger turned away from her. Her dodging movements slowed down and finally stopped, and she stared curiously at Typhoon. As he turned his back to her, the ferret knew there was no way she could see around him. She paused for a moment and then an idea hit her...it would be perfect! Slowly, she backed up, making not a sound, and then trotted forward, equally quiet. Suddenly, the ferret launched herself onto Typhoon's back!
The badger was much bigger than her, and Ffasma was light and slinky to begin with. Claws outstretched, she clung onto his chainmail, which provded good claw-holds, and began working her way to the badger's head.*
OOC: Once again, a lil' god-moding...oh and is your chainmail the outermost layer (besides a cloak, I assume)?
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Post by Typhoon on Mar 28, 2006 8:37:19 GMT -5
Ffasma had played right into his hands. Turning away from the crates, Typh pushed himself off the ground and towards the wooden wall, hoping to smash Ffasma between it and himself. He had taken another thing from the crate, though. A magazine fed crossbow. Just by pulling and pushing a lever, it loaded and fired a bolt. In this way, he could fire fifteen bolts in ten seconds. Though it did not have the penetrative power of a normal crossbow, it would be good enough here, since Ffasma was unarmoured.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 1, 2006 21:59:53 GMT -5
*Ffasma cursed silently, feeling the badger instantly move. She could almost feel the wall looming and she quickly moved upwards, onto the badger's head, her right footpaw only coming into contact with the wall. She bit her lip, flexing it quickly and finding that it was not broken. Giving a high-pitched growl, Ffasma dug her claws into the badger's head and suddenly bit down upon his ear with all of her might, clinging like a leech, and growling something fierce.*
OOC: I'm lazy tonight. My apologies for the short post.
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Post by Typhoon on Apr 3, 2006 7:52:43 GMT -5
The only signs of pain Typhoon gave as Ffasma bit his ear was a sharp intake of breath. Over the years, he had sustained wound after wound, and he had gotten quite used to the feeling. Anyway, he was half expecting to die in this fight. Doing something that he would probably not live to regret, the badger aimed the crossbow at a spot above his head, where he hoped the unseen scourge would be. Throwing the firing lever forwards and back, he discharged a bolt at Ffasma before using his free hand to make a grab at the ferret.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 3, 2006 19:33:47 GMT -5
*The ferret growled and bit down on his hand, drawing her head back. The arrow whizzed past her and embedded itself in the ceiling with a loud thunk. Ffasma, paying no heed, continued gnawing the hand and started scratching at the badger's head with ferocity. She made no noise, no battle cries, just kept silent, punishing the badger with her claws and bites. Avoiding death and getting proper revenge...those were her two goals. She hadn't really planned on killing the badger...just giving him a few extra, prominent scars to bear. Ffasma wondered what the reaction would be if a crewmate wandered into this room...or anyone else for that matter.*
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Post by Typhoon on Apr 4, 2006 7:41:50 GMT -5
Typh was getting irritated. It wasn't the pain as such, though that contributed in part to it. No, the real pain came from what little pride he had left. Finally, the badger suppressed his pride, squeezed his eyes shut, let out a huge roar and charged out of the open door, hoping to attract the attention of the ship's crew.
OOC: A bit of god-moding here... I'm assuming you can't really stop me here... After all, you're on my head.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 8, 2006 18:14:26 GMT -5
*Ffasma grins as the badger charges through the door, bracing herself for any impact that might come her way. Several beasts were poking their heads through their doorways, wondering what the commotion was about. Ffasma knew that now would be a good time to make her escape. However, she knew Typhoon would stop as soon as he knew she was gone. Hastily, the ferret unfastened her cloak and left it on the badger's head, too add extra weight. She contemplated leaving her sword, but that idea was quickly rejected; thought she did not use the sword a lot and it wouldn't be a terrible loss, she had a feeling what the badger would do if he got hold of /any/ weapon. Jumping lightly to the ground, the ferret dashed into her room, wondering what would happen next. The badger had probably figured out that she had left his head, but the cloak was better than nothing...now she had to wait.*
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Post by Typhoon on Apr 11, 2006 6:43:17 GMT -5
OOC: You want to RP the crew coming or should I?
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 11, 2006 19:41:08 GMT -5
OOC: We can both, if you like.
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Post by Typhoon on Apr 12, 2006 8:04:04 GMT -5
OOC: I think you'd better start them coming. Then I can take them over later. I suck at introducing chars. Actuall, I suck at everything, so...
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 12, 2006 19:47:26 GMT -5
OOC: You're beautiful, Typh.
BIC: *No sooner had Ffasma slipped into her quarters then there was the pounding of footsteps down the corrider. Two squirrels and an otter come dashing through the corridor, shouting orders for passengers to get back to their quarters. They stop when they see the badger, shooting disapproving glares up at the beast. The otter is the first to speak.*
What's all th' trouble 'ere, matey? *He asks in a gruff voice.* I 'eard a lot o' shoutin' an stompin'...is there an eel unner yer bed? *He chuckles and then tilts his head.* Wot's yer name, matey an' what's goin' on?
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Post by Typhoon on Apr 13, 2006 4:04:55 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks... If that's what you think, then I can't do anything about it... LOL. BIC: The badger was about to lash out at the otter. There was a limit to his patience, and it was going to be reached. When it was reached, he would probably turn into one of those berserk madbeasts, killing everyone in his way... Typhoon did not want that, so he tried to keep his anger under control. He spoke to the otter in a restrained voice. "I'm Typhoon, and a stowaway has done this to me. She wants to kill me, and I believe you've arrived just in time to prevent her from doing so. Now help me get this dang cloak off my head!"
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 13, 2006 19:37:47 GMT -5
OOC: Hehehehehehehehe ;D ;D
BIC: *One of the squirrels taps the otter on the shoulder and whispers something in his ear. The otter nods knowingly and then speaks once more to the badger, this time in a slightly softer tone.* Someone tried to kill ye, matey? Who was it? *As he finished, the two squirrels walk over and remove the cloak from the badger, folding it up neatly and presenting it to the badger. The otter speaks once more.* We can help to track down th' beast, if'n ye like!
*Meanwhile, Ffasma, who thought she had burst into her own quarters, found out she was wrong. Inside the room was a terrified volemaid, her back pressed up the wall and her frame shaking visibly. The ferret curses, but suddenly an idea comes to her head. Advancing forward, she silently knocks the vole unconscious and then starts raiding her bag. Sure enough, she finds a few viles of different color powders...make up! Uncorking the bottles, the ferret begins applying the makeup to her features, checking herself in the window. Finally, after a final check, the made-up Ffasma stuffs the lady-vole under the bed, then placing the suitcase gently under the bed as well, making sure not to crush the vole, nor suffocate her. Ffasma then slips into a dress of the vole's that is a bit too big for her, and perches on the bed, leaning lightly against the post and pretending to doze.
Perhaps her plan would work...*
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Post by Typhoon on Apr 13, 2006 20:45:11 GMT -5
Now that he was free from the cloak, Typhoon spoke in a more reasonable and civil voice. "Thank you for your offer. I accept. However, it will not be easy... This ferret is a crafty one."
OOC: Sorry for the EXTREMELY short post...
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 14, 2006 12:57:28 GMT -5
A ferret, ya say? Are ye sure? I dun' wanna go bargin' on some poor beast and find out it was an otter or somethin' that attacked ya! *The otter winks.* But we'll help however we can! What can we do, matey?
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Post by Typhoon on Apr 14, 2006 22:52:33 GMT -5
"Well, you could help me get patched up first..."
For the first time, Typhoon started feeling the pain from the wounds Ffasma had inflicted on him. His right eye was swollen shut, there were multiple scratch marks from his left eye to his muzzle, and several old wounds had reopened.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 15, 2006 13:08:16 GMT -5
*One of the squirrels motions for Typh to follow him.* I'll take you to the healer's quarters. *The squirrel is different from the otter and the other squirrel...much different. He speaks properly, without any trace of an accent, and his clothes are prim and proper. It doesn't look like he's part of the ship's crew at all. The squirrel keeps shooting glances up at Typhoon, his look searching and curious. However, he says nothing...*
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Post by Typhoon on Apr 16, 2006 20:29:53 GMT -5
As they walked, Typh noticed the glances the squirrel was giving him, but deliberately ignored them. Even though he found something about the squirrel extremely familiar, yet the badger could not recognise him.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Apr 17, 2006 20:27:52 GMT -5
*The squirrel scowls darkly.* You have not changed a bit you old stripedog. Do you not remember me? *The squirrel looks Typh over once and a small smile plays around his face.* You look so out of place on this ship...no luggage /and/ you look very worried. Why are you here, friend?
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Post by Flameclaw on Apr 18, 2006 6:29:42 GMT -5
OOC: May I join in here? Btw, is this before or after the invasion?
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