RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
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two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
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MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Fashion Design Major
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Aug 18, 2013 17:14:31 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: may 11, 2012 - 11:45am. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm if there are problems. Well, this was... great. Yes, that was what this was. Not. Rhiannon glanced around, this way and that, and... none of these streets were familiar. Actually, none of the streets had been familiar for a while now, but why? She could have sworn that she had turned back the moment that she realized that she was in a place that she didn't know. Ugh, of all the days, why did it have to be today that the bus had to be on a detour on an alternate route? Stupid, stupid marathon race. It was the race's fault that the bus she was on had to take a different route than usual, and drop her off at different stop that was supposedly close to her usual one. Lies, all of them. If the stop had been close, then just how the hell had she gotten so lost?
Maybe she had taken a wrong turn? No, no, but that was impossible! She was sure that she had taken a right turn to get to that one street, so wouldn't going back mean that she would take a left turn at the same intersection? Or something like that. The point was that she was supposed to of have already been at that one dinky little park at the edge of Skid Row forty-five minutes ago to meet up with Moose and then go to the Fashion District. Ugh, if only things had gone according to plan. All she had wanted was to buy some fabric and a new ruffler foot for her sewing machine. And maybe another pack of sewing needles. And maybe some more thread in that one pink color that she was constantly running low on. Maybe. If she could even find her way to Fashion District right now. From Skid Row. Great.
It wouldn't of have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that she was now lost in Skid Row of all places. Why couldn't it have been, say, Little Tokyo or Santa Monica something? (Except it was close to impossible for her to get lost in either of those areas now, but that was beside the point.) It just had to be the one place where she stood out like a sore thumb even when she was making an effort to blend in, and if there was one thing that anyone with even the slightest semblance of a brain would know, it was that standing out in Skid Row was a very, very, very bad thing. Thump. Oh, good god, what was that? Nope. So much nope. Rhiannon quickly decided to just keep walking, because at least if she kept moving, she would look like she knew what she was doing and therefore be left alone to her to go on her own merry way, right? Oh, god, she really sincerely hoped she was right.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Aug 18, 2013 20:39:18 GMT -8
tagged: rhiannon. date: may 11th, noon.notes: notes. The week had come and gone, and Rhiannon had not arrived. Moose found himself vaguely disappointed--in a way, she was a startling gasp of normality in what had turned into absolute chaos. He had no reason to believe that she had been there as well, that she'd seen things similar to what he had. As far as he was concerned, she was well away from the chaos that had erupted at the mansion.
All the better for her. Moose wouldn't wish it on anyone, and while he had moved on as best he could, there was no escaping it. The dragonfly that Magnus had birthed still rode on his shoulder everywhere, and while she spoke little, there was no getting away from it. Occasionally she'd take off, scouting things nearby before returning, but she was always there. There would be no getting rid of her until her father returned, and all Moose could hope was that she'd put in a good word and maybe prevent him from being eaten.
He'd put up a fight if Magnus did try and eat him, but by god the bug was massive. He might be able to get a few good swings in, but there really wasn't anything he could do against bladed arms like that. His only change was to make the dragonfly like him, so he'd made sure to give it plenty of attention.
He looked a tad more respectable each time he returned to skid row. He still slept there, or nearby, but he wore something like a casual suit, even if it didn't fit quite right and looked a bit rough around the edges. It was technically hand me downs of hand me downs, but it was still better then what he'd worn before. He looked like he'd had a shower within the past few days, and aside from the dragonfly on his shoulder, he probably could have passed for someone with a home.
When he wasn't working, he lurked--but it was still sheer chance he happened to be on skid row that day. The job he was supposed to have had cancelled, and he'd been let off early. Not exactly a good thing, but as it turned out, it would be a very good thing.
He turned the corner and immediately squinted, catching a flash of pink ahead. He was vaguely amused she'd taken at least some of his advice to heart, because she was walking very, very quickly--like she had a purpose in mind. The thought that it might not be Rhiannon never crossed his mind, because who else had pink hair in skid row? No one. She had to be looking for him, even if it was stupid of her to come in on an off day. What if he hadn't been there?
He sped up, coming up behind her as he approached with long, heavy strides.
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RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
FASHION DESIGN MAJOR
two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Fashion Design Major
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Aug 19, 2013 0:53:45 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: may 11, 2012 - 11:45am. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm if there are problems. Ah, now there was a thought that she didn't need. What if the thump was one of the snakes from the garden? Except that would be completely ridiculous. wouldn't she have already noticed if it was? They weren't even small snakes -- if memory served Rhiannon correctly, then those snakes were huge. But what if it was? This time, she didn't have the weed whackers on her. Or even the damn fruit stick. And don't even get her started about a sidekick with a chainsaw or a girl on literal fire. It was just her, the clothes on her back for the day, and all of her key belongings in the plainest bag she owned. Well, she supposed that if it was the snake, she could whack it over the head with the bag -- except that would probably end up with her losing an arm, or worse. No, Rhiannon, in the name of all that is sacred (whatever that may be), stop this at once. There was no need to go ahead and psyche herself out right now.
But the thumping sound was still following her. Like footsteps. Wait... footsteps? Yep, cue those alarms and red alerts going off in her head right now, this was bad. Very bad. Because someone following you in Skid Row was never a good thing. Especially not if you were... well, someone like her. You know, short and tiny and all sorts of descriptors that would imply nothing but being an easy target? Yeah. Well, shit. She tried to walk even faster, but even then, the shadow of whoever or whatever was following her was already looming over her and -- okay, you know what, she was just going to hit whoever was following her, and run. Run as fast as her legs could carry her, and maybe drop her bag if they kept chasing her because seriously, if they didn't stop chasing her if she left her property free for them to grab and head off with, then she didn't want to find out what else they could be after.
No, definitely not sticking around to find that out, she already had an idea of what that would be, and good god, she did not want to think about it. Nope, just hit and run and -- oh. Oh. Whoops. It was a little too late to take back the fact that she had just whipped around and meant to whack whoever had been behind her in the stomach with her bag, but that actually wasn't quite the problem here. The problem was that she had just gone ahead and whacked Moose of all people and considering that it was Moose -- well, let's just say that it probably hurt. A lot. As in critical hit to the nads a lot. Oh, good god, had she just really -- yes, as a matter of fact, she had. It didn't take a genius to see what had just happened. Rhiannon didn't know what happened first, her blushing all the way up to her ears because oh, god, that was not what she had meant to do or her apologizing like no tomorrow because oh, shit, Moose was going to snap her in half for that, wasn't he?
"Oh, my god, Moose, I am so sorry, I didn't think that it was you walking behind me, I thought it was someone else and -- I didn't think that it would hit you -- I didn't think that it would hit there of all places and -- oh, my god, I'm sorry, okay? Like really, really, really sorry." Okay, it didn't really matter anymore which came first, the fact was that she was absolutely mortified, period. Though she was slightly proud of herself that had it been someone other than Moose who had inexplicably been at the same height, it would have been a super-effective critical hit and probably of have given her enough time to just run far, far, far, far, far away from here. But the point was, it was Moose whom she had just unceremoniously smacked where it hurt and just... oh, god, why. She really didn't need to think about that, thanks. "Uhm... I'll buy you lunch? Or something to make up for it? Within reason, obviously, but no, really, I'm so sorry, that was really not what I meant to do."
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Aug 19, 2013 16:09:44 GMT -8
tagged: rhiannon. date: may 11th, noon.notes: notes. Moose was in a very strange position of having never been hit in the groin before. It wasn't as if he'd had a lot of chances for it to happen randomly, and even in the few fights he'd gotten into in prison, no one had ever dared do that. In prison, unless you were out to kill someone, there were still rules--and those rules became even more important when you were facing someone who might very well snap you in half for it. No one had ever dared risk it, and yet there he was, reeling from it anyway.
It hurt. Good god, he honestly couldn't remember being hurt so badly in his entire freaking life, and he let out a pained wheeze as he nearly fell over, shoulder pressing against the wall for support as he reached down, shielding himself from any further purses. He was vaguely aware that she was talking, saying something that sounded like a whole string of apologies, but at that moment his ability to give a fuck was curled up and weeping in his groin.
The dragonfly didn't like it, and after a moment it took off, hovering about two feet away as if watching Moose. It seemed almost confused, and after a moment it zipped back over, settling on top of Moose's head and offering some quiet mental words of encouragement that were more or less completely lost on Moose. Really, anything short of relief from the pain was just not going to fly.
Even so, it did fade after several minutes of resting, even if he wasn't going to be better for at least another hour. He was at least coherent enough to be aware that Rhiannon was offering him... something. Lunch? Had she said lunch? Fuck he didn't care at the moment, and he let out a little noise that sounded suspiciously like a moan of pain.
"Never, never fuckin' do that again." He muttered, sounding suspiciously like he was whimpering.
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RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
FASHION DESIGN MAJOR
two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Fashion Design Major
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Aug 24, 2013 16:21:54 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: may 11, 2012 - 11:45am. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm if there are problems. Honestly, Rhiannon had no idea how to react aside from apologizing profusely as if her life depended on it. No, really, if would have hit anyone else in the stomach, it wasn't her fault that Moose was so damn tall that his... well, junk, was at the exact height that most people would have their stomachs at and -- Rhiannon could only lift her hands up to her face to hide the fact that her face was about as red as her hair was pink because oh, good god, that was not what she had meant to do, poor Moose. Not that she knew how much it hurt because she had no way of knowing, but the point was that ouch, she was sorry and this was beyond embarrassing, okay? Though in her defense, she wasn't so used to him yet that she could tell it was him just from his footsteps, and... okay, no, stop making excuses.
"I'll never do that again, I promise!" Rhiannon replied quickly after Moose told her to never, ever, ever, ever do that again. "You won't even have to remind me twice, I'm really sorry, I didn't know that it would be you, it could have been anyone -- I'm sorry, uhm... is there anywhere around here where we can possibly get you some ice, something?" If Moose was whimpering, than Rhiannon was panicking. In most other occasions, she might have equated a whimpering Moose to something like a massive teddy bear of a mastiff or some other equally giant, fluffy, friendly sort of dog, but right now, she was just a.) concerned for her own wellbeing in case Moose decided that yes, this was something to get angry at her over, and b.) making sure that Moose was, you know, actually okay and not possibly permanently debilitated.
Though she supposed he was lucky -- most of her purses were heavier than the one she was carrying now, and some of them even more dangerous. No, really, what if she had been carrying that one purse she had back home, the heavily studded one that was large enough to function as a bag for a weekend trip if she really, really tried to cram in two or three days worth of things into it? (Not her favorite bag, but it served it's purpose, she supposed.) Now, that would have hurt a lot more, she was assuming. Not that she was all that keen on testing out that theory -- she valued her own life too much, and that was definitely something Moose could snuff out in two seconds flat if he ever decided that she had offended him badly enough. (She really hoped she hadn't though, she wanted to like this guy as a friend, honestly.)
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Aug 24, 2013 21:08:42 GMT -8
tagged: rhiannon. date: may 11th, noon.notes: notes. Moose didn't need her to promise she wouldn't do it again. He knew she wouldn't, because only a lunatic would actually do such a thing on purpose.
"I don't need ice." He muttered gruffly, pushing himself upright. He could do it. It was sore, but by god he could manage. He wasn't going to wander around skid row with ice on his junk. There was no way in hell that was happening--only over his dead body. It had been a good five minutes since the smack, and he finally felt well enough to stand without the wall--pushing away and letting out a little grunt, trying to move on with his life in a frantic attempt to ignore the pain.
"The hell are you doin' out here anyway?" She'd missed the first week, and it wasn't time for their actual scheduled meeting the second time. So what the hell was she doing in skid row, considering he'd given her one hell of a speech about how not to get mugged last time, and he was fairly sure one of the rules he'd laid down was 'don't go wandering around skid row'. If it wasn't, it sure of hell should have been.
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RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
FASHION DESIGN MAJOR
two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Fashion Design Major
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Aug 25, 2013 17:31:06 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: may 11, 2012 - 11:45am. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm if there are problems. Well, she didn't exactly have anything to say to that. Actually, Rhiannon didn't have a lot to say about the whole subject in general because... well, she had already said the only thing she could think to say. Repeatedly. That didn't change the fact that she felt awful about it all though. Yes, she did feel a little self-righteous because no one could really blame her for self-defense, but still, she felt absolutely terrible because it was.. well, Moose. And Moose was someone whom she really would rather not accidentally hurt for a variety of reasons ranging from he was overall a pretty cool guy once you got the past that he was a hobo to the fact that he was probably her only source of protection here in Skid Row. (Okay, so maybe the second one was a pretty major reason, so what? At least she still felt considerably sorry in the sincere sense.)
"What do you mean what am I doing here, I'm here because I was supposed to meet you to -- wait," Rhiannon fished around her purse and pulled out her phone to check the date, and then promptly cursed -- which had then sent her apologizing again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to swear there, it's just -- wow, sorry, I got the date wrong, it was supposed to be tomorrow that we were meeting up, wasn't it?" Ugh, that would have saved her the trouble of having to deal with the detour because of damn marathon too. Great. That was just great. Now she was in Skid Row because she had gotten the date wrong, wasn't that just lovely now? Well, at least Moose was here now, and since she was here anyways, might as well. "So, uhm... since I'm... already here anyway, would it be alright to do what we were going to do tomorrow today instead? I mean... if you're feeling up to it, that is."
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Aug 26, 2013 20:09:23 GMT -8
tagged: rhiannon. date: may 11th, noon.notes: notes. Moose was generally fairly bad with dates, but very good with counting them. He had no calendar, no way to immediately tell what the date was, but he had gotten very good at counting down things. He knew exactly how many days it had been, and he let out a little grunt, nodding slightly. "Yeah." Because yep, she'd messed up. How someone with access to a calendar could mess up the dates was beyond him.
"Was supposed to be tomorrow or six days ago." But obviously not the first week, because she hadn't shown up. "Today's fine though." He had it off anyway. It just meant he could let the boss know he could work tomorrow, rather then taking it off. It just made things easier for him, so he really didn't mind it at all.
Someone else minded though, and the dragonfly on it's shoulders buzzed it's wings before pushing a thought into his mind. The dragonfly never spoke, but simply... pushed it's thoughts into his brain, foreign and confusing like the worst kind of telepathy imaginable.
She was at the mansion.
He scowled immediately, disliking the intrusion before staring down at Rhiannon. There was no question which mansion--there was only one that mattered.
"You were at the party at the mansion?" It wasn't surprising he'd missed her--there had been a few hundred people there initially.
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RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
FASHION DESIGN MAJOR
two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Aug 31, 2013 0:16:58 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: may 11, 2012 - 11:45am. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm if there are problems. She had her reasons for skipping out last week, because of... well, occurrences and general busyness. Though, Rhiannon did suppose that it wasn't fair to Moose that he hadn't gotten any prior notice -- but then again, there hadn't really been much that she could do about it either. The big guy didn't have a damn phone, it wasn't like she could leave a text and go on her merry way, and she sure as hell wasn't about to make her way out to Skid Row just to tell Moose that she wasn't going to be there on any given week. That would defeat the purpose of not going, because if she did make time out to go see Moose to tell him that, then she might as well set aside time to go to Fashion District because it was literally right there.
But at least Moose was willing to come along today anyways. Rhiannon beamed him a smile, and said, "It shouldn't take too long today, I just need to get a replacement part for my sewing machine and a couple of other things." It wouldn't be like the last time where she had Moose carry an entire sewing machine back to Otis with her. If anything... he was probably just going to have to hang onto her bags while she dug around for her wallet or something. Unless she somehow found it necessary to buy something in excess. Then there might be a problem. But it really shouldn't be a problem. At least, she didn't foresee it being one.
... Wait. Party at the mansion? It took Rhiannon just a second, but as soon as she realized which party at which mansion Moose was asking her about, she froze for just a moment. As if she could forget that entire fiasco. "... If you're talking about the one at Lexington Mansion or something, yes, I was," A pause, and then she added, "It was... interesting." Well, that was one way of putting it. It was just definitely in a negative sort of light though. But Moose didn't need to know that. Unless... he had been there too...? But she hadn't seen him there. She did see that there was a dragonfly on his shoulder though, and she tilted her head a bit. Huh. Did it not bother him? Or did Moose not notice that it was there?
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CHAOS
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Post by CHAOS on Aug 31, 2013 20:10:48 GMT -8
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He had found it, in a human's building no less, unguarded and open to the public. Chaos was starting to question how low these creatures had fallen, once they were powerful with great kingdoms. Now they needed technology to protect them, and their educations was poorly aimed. Why learn about history, when the history they learned was wrong, instead they should be training their powers, tending to farmland and working for their nobles. The things they had now, the leaders they bowed to were no nobles. Commoners playing a game of control and failing at it. Still for all they they forgot these people did well to protect the past, the item that he held now was proof of that. It was old, maybe even older than himself, birth by Destiny for some unknown plan. Now it was his, though Chaos had to admit to himself that he did not know how the item was to be used. He knew if it’s power, but to use it was a different story. For now he held it between his jaws and jogged down the streets. He was in a part of L.A. that he had not had the chance to see yet, (not that there was much to see.) but since he wanted to make a mental map of his surrounding he had to make the effort of traveling everywhere. The sphere he held in his mouth was the size of a baseball, it was made of some black metal and looked as if it was broken into many odd pieces. Those pieces kept their shape, even though there was no way for them to connect. In the center was an even smaller glass sphere, the smaller sphere was empty. He continued on, messing with the sphere with mental thoughts and tricks of biting it and tossing it around. Nothing worked and he became frustrated. So much so that he decided that if he could not figure it out then the item would need to be destroyed. He focused on his fangs and caused them to increase in heat, he would melt the sphere until there was nothing left. Just then it started to glow a soft red, he stopped and laughed to himself. So that was how it worked, he needed to push his powers into it, force it to take a part of him to create the perfect servant. Now all he needed was a test, find some random prey and use the sphere on them, test the limits, the power and the control. The beach would be a good place, maybe find a night jogger on the boardwalk and test a few things on them. Wonderful, it was decided.. that was until he brushed passed a large man. He his shoulder pushed against the man, causing Chaos to indirectly place a small spell of bad luck on the guy. The man was with a women as well, and for all far intent Chaos was going to ignore them, until he sensed one of Mangus spawn. That stupid bug was back? Chaos paused in his stride and turned his head back to look at the man and women, he spotted the small dragonfly and something clicked. If he needed to run a test these people would do wonderfully. He would be able to kill two birds with one stone, let Mangus know that he was alive and test out a new power. Chaos glared at the large man for a moment sizing him up, then at the girl. He was sure that she would be no trouble, but be a good test either way. He turned away and continued around a turn until he was out of sight. He used his heated claws to climb the nearest building and took to the roof, where he would be able to watch his test without interfering. Taking to sphere he infused his power into it, forcing it to bend to his will and use its power to create a copy of himself. At least that was what the sphere was meant to do, Destiny’s sphere was made to make a copy of the user, a clone with the same powers and strength. Chaos’ copy not only looked different, but he could tell, it could only control one element and was much weaker than he was. This upset made no sense to Chaos, but that did not mean that his plans were for nothing. Chaos directed his clone’s attention to the two humans below, even if it was weaker it was like controlling one of Fate’s Elementals, just this was not born of Fate. Chaos had basically created an Elemental Fire Wolf... Although Chaos in in this thread he will not attack and will be watching, keep in mind that your chars are now under the watch of chaos and this may affect any future threads you may have with him. The creature he has created is basically a weaker version of Chaos with only the power of fire. Though this elemental can do things Chaos can't, such as breath/create/control fire. The sphere is now inside Chaos' clone, where the wolf's heart would be. It is large, bulkier and taller then Chaos. Mike will be playing the Fire Wolf. Warning: Mike will be posting next as the Wolf. |
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Post by EVENTS on Sept 1, 2013 11:00:40 GMT -8
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The two humans below, talking nonchalantly, were in for quite a surprise. Because he was hungry, and the only thing to eat in this godforsaken area had to be fresh meat. His lust for flesh, for meat, for the stench of human drove his passion as he watched the pair. Without thinking, he launched himself into the air, propelling himself forward with a trail of fire beneath his feet. The fire elemental's feet came just inches away from the giant man's head, landing in front of them with a large thud. But instead of landing gracefully, the wolf hit the ground and rolled, quickly coming to his feet and turning to face them.
Teeth bared, the wolf took notice of a small dragonfly nestled on the large man's head. A low growl escaped the elemental as he stared at it, sharing the same feeling as Chaos. That bug needed to be dealt with, but for some reason he could only focus on the bug for a few moments. His lust for food burned brighter than anything else, saliva dripping to the ground beneath him. The smaller woman looked to be an easier target but the large man looked menacing himself. No matter - they would both become his next meal soon. Now, he waited for their next move. Whether pounced from behind or shredded limb to limb through a head on encounter, this elemental was getting his meal one way or the other.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Sept 3, 2013 17:27:14 GMT -8
tagged: rhiannon. date: may 11th, noon.notes: notes. The party had been a terrifying and confusing experience. Even if it was less terrifying and confusing to Moose compared to other people, even for him it had been horrifying. People had been eaten right in front of him, and he'd been saddled with a massive bug that he had to take care of. He'd rolled with it just the same, gone through the next few days without too much of a struggle, and he'd come out mostly on top. He'd gotten a job out of it, seen Oskenonton again, and generally done well for himself. He'd even managed to get along with Aura, who was proving to be not nearly as much of a bother as he'd expected. He'd thought she'd be making demands like her father had, and instead she'd mostly kept to herself, ate on her own, and stayed out of the way.
In fact, she wasn't going to be any trouble at all until that moment. A dog turned the corner as he nodded to Rhiannon, answering her question as it brushed past him. Moose had no real idea of the scales of dogs--most of those he'd seen were fairly large anyway, and while other people might realize that the black beast was strange, to him it was simply a particularly large dog.
"Yeah, that one. The bug's one of the ones from the mansion. Sort of a watchdog I guess. She said you were there." He tilted his head towards the bug, opting to explain things early on.
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to explain much more. Before he could even figure out what was going on, Aura had started chanting something along the lines of 'oh no oh no' into his brain. It was obvious enough she was panicking, and he could see why. While Moose might not have been able to immediately realize a human-sized bug was unnatural, there was no question that a dog made of fire was. It was a monster, made of pure fire, and Moose bristled immediately.
"Fuck. Aura, any idea what that is?" The response wasn't helpful--a whole lot of 'not good' and 'father will be upset'. None of it helped him at all, and he held out an arm, keeping himself between Rhiannon and the beast.
"Get out of here. Both of you." While he wasn't exactly being the clearest, he was technically talking to Rhiannon and Aura. Now what the hell was he going to do? How did you fight something made of flame?
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RHIANNON CHOU
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Sept 3, 2013 19:58:02 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: may 11, 2012 - 11:45am. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm if there are problems. "Bugs?" Rhiannon echoed, tilting her head to the side with a confused sort of look. But if Moose had been there then maybe she could talk about all of this to him? "I don't know about bugs, I was attacked by snakes -- oh, you mean the one that was on the broadcast --" She had, without thinking twice about it, moved away so that a (very large) black dog that had passed by her and Moose could walk by unperturbed, and thought nothing more of it. Yes, it was a very big dog, but... well, usually, if you didn't bother a dog, it would leave you alone, right? "Anyways, I was about to say that --" And that was when something went sailing right over Moose's head, and Rhiannon couldn't help but to watch it land and -- shit. Shit.
As if talking magical snakes weren't already bad enough. Now there was a flaming wolf right in front of them. Flaming, as in literally on fire. Why? Wasn't this the kind of thing that usually only happened in video games? Why, oh god, why was this happening? First the snakes, now this, not even two weeks apart. What was even going on anymore, was she going crazy from the stress? But the snakes now, she was sure she saw that -- because Moose had seen the bug on the screen too at the mansion party. What was this, an escaped party favor? Because it certainly wasn't a favor. Run? Yes, she could run. Hell, she was going to run. It was a wolf that was on fire, why would she not run? She heard Moose telling "you two" to run -- she was assuming that she was one part of the "you two", but... who was the second?
The dragonfly? But didn't Moose need to run too? She was already backing away from the entire scene before her, ready to bolt off running at a moment's notice as she said to Moose, "Y-you run too, it's on fire, y-you can't fight that...!" She gave a look at the dragonfly and -- that was it. She turned to run, but kept turning her head back to see if Moose was going to follow her and run, or if he was going to stay behind and actually attempt to fight the wolf-on-fire. Would he actually try that? He didn't even have a hose to try to douse it in water with and -- how was he going to manage that? Rhiannon really had to wonder as she cast yet another glance back in Moose' direction. Where was the dragonfly? Was it near her at all?
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Post by EVENTS on Sept 4, 2013 16:41:58 GMT -8
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Run? Absolutely not! The flaming elemental of Chaos, quite aware of what the humans were saying, attempting to harness the power of its sphere; however, it didn't quite work as planned. What the wolf was aiming for was Rhiannon - he wanted to burn her alive, cooking her to make a tasty meal. But apparently he had yet to figure these powers out yet. Instead of shooting a concentrated ball of energy at Rhiannon, a large, wavelike wall of flames sailed just around the young woman, setting the ally ablaze. The wolf growled in frustration, not knowing what in the world was wrong. All he wanted to do was eat - yes, his hunger was starting to take the best of him.
Another low, deeper growl was their only warning. Its eyes bore into the larger human's as if warning the man. Give in - you two aren't going anywhere. He could hear Chaos in his mind, satisfied thus far with the results of the elemental's assault. The entity wasn't exactly pleased with the fact that he had no control over aim and range, but overall he was doing fairly well. Now he simply needed to eradicate these two before - oh. And that's when the elemental realized that the small dragonfly was familiar. Chaos, chanting in his mind, was feeding him the information that he needed. While unable to speak, the wolf slowly began walking toward the two humans, trapping them between himself and a wall of fire behind. Now there was nowhere left to go. Nowhere to run. It was either fight bravely and die. Or give up and die. Both which were favorable outcomes.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Sept 4, 2013 19:09:36 GMT -8
tagged: rhiannon and fire elemental. date: same.notes: notes. Moose was so out of his element it wasn't even slightly funny. Thugs? He could deal with thugs. Giant bugs? Alright, that was a bit more iffy, but if nothing else he could still punch them. Wolves made out of flame? He had no idea how to deal with them, and punching them wasn't even an option. He wanted Rhiannon out of there first and foremost, and from there he'd have to figure out what he was going to do.
"I can fight anything." He rumbled. Technically it was true. He could fight anything. The problem was with winning. You could fight anything, but there was no guarantee that you'd make it out alive. At the very least he had one leg up--a bug that had, in theory, some kind of knowledge about magic and crap. The dragonfly didn't seem to want to go anywhere, staying right where she was, but her wings fluttered gently as Moose shifted into a slightly better stance--feet apart, ready to spring out of the way at any moment. As it turned out, he needn't have bothered, because the first attack sailed right past them. He very nearly dodged into it, and he could feel the heat as it passed them, turning the alley behind them into a mess of ash and flame.
"Fuck." Moose declared eloquently, glancing back briefly. Not a good plan.
"Aura, how the fuck do you deal with it?" He demanded, ignoring Rhiannon for the moment. There wasn't anywhere to run anymore. The bugs first response was less then helpful--using water didn't help him in the slightest, and even Moose, dumb as a stack of bricks, could have figured that out. The second response was slightly more helpful--look for a source.
Only he didn't see any source, and all he could do was stare it down, fists at the ready.
"Fuck off back to your den." He swore at the beast. All things considered, not his smartest plan.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Sept 5, 2013 14:25:29 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: may 11, 2012 - 11:45am. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm if there are problems. She had felt the searing of fire approaching from behind her, and that had only prompted her to run faster. But the flames were quicker, and Rhiannon soon found out (with a scream, no less) the fire suddenly sailing right over and next to her on both sides and further ahead of her to create a burning wall that effectively dashed any hopes she had been having about making it out of the alley. The girl skid to a halt, eyes wide at the wall of flame at the alleyway's exist for a moment before she quickly turned her head back to glance at Moose. It was true that he could fight, yes, but if he fought this fire wolf thing, there was no way he was going to come out of this seriously injured at best, likely dead or dying at worst -- and that was what Rhiannon was concerned about. Scratch that, this entire situation was bad.
Rhiannon looked back to the wall of flames for a second, the scorched walls, then back to Moose and the fire wolf and -- shit. The monster was starting to close in on their ranks, and while she was (somewhat) sure that the wolf would have to get past Moose to get to her in most cases... she didn't exactly want to see the other get torn apart or burnt to a crisp in front of her either. But what could she do? She wasn't like Moose who could probably land a few hits before his hands got burned to badly to use (and she certainly hoped that was not what he was planning), and... was there a hose anywhere? Some source of water? Rhiannon bit at her lip and turned so that she was facing Moose and the fire wolf, keeping herself in some sort of position to run or sidestep or just -- something that would let her move to dodge if she had to as she went through her list of options. She didn't exactly want to watch the wolf, but... between it and the wall of fire, it was more dangerous.
But what were her options? Call the fire station? She... could do that. But pulling out her phone and dialing for help while concentrating on moving at a moment's notice would be difficult at best. (She wasn't even considering the fact that she would end up getting the firemen tangled up with the fire wolf if she did -- her concern now was getting herself and Moose out of there.) There wasn't much that she could do with the other contents of her purse either. A wallet and her apartment keys weren't going to do jack shit. Then pepper spray and an unopened bottle of water (which wasn't going to be nearly enough to put out the fire and the wolf, who was she trying to kid?) -- oh, and this weird egg thing in a box that she had bought with her to ask a friend if he could figure out what kind of egg it was and then subsequently forgotten to take out of her bag (eww, gross, what if it was rotten by now?), but how would that be of any help? None, that was how much.
So the only thing even remotely useful by a mile on her person was a bottle of water. Yeah, sure, she could probably make some steam and that was it. That was it, they were fucked, there wasn't any way out of this alleyway now. At least with the snakes, there had been a gardening shed with weapons in it. Here, there was almost nothing. Except for a bottle of water. Unless by some miracle, there was a fire hydrant nearby that would conveniently pop a valve and go spraying water clear through here. That would be nice, even if the water wouldn't exactly be what she called sanitary. Far from it, even. But she could deal with being gross and disgusting for a bit if it meant that she would live, and she was sure that Moose wouldn't complain about that either. The point was, they needed some way to get water here, or something that would snuff the flames out. But what? There was literally nothing here off the top of her head that could accomplish that right now.
She supposed that a tiny bit of water was better than none though -- hence why she fished the water bottle out of her bag, just in case. (No, she knew that it was going to be useless unless her water bottle was someone magic and had infinite water in it, and that would clearly not be the case here today, unfortunately.)
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Post by EVENTS on Sept 5, 2013 16:27:55 GMT -8
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The voice echoing in the fire elemental's head was louder than anything else, and it continued to chant over and over again. Chaos... The elemental could not rid itself of that voice! Chaos wanted the humans dead, that was a given, but there was also the pressing matter of that bug. Chaos certainly wanted it dead, but the wolf-on-fire had almost no interest in it; he was hungry, and that tiny bug would disintegrate before it could even get close. No he wasn't touching the bug, no matter how much Chaos insisted in his mind. All concentration focused on the hulking figure now, standing between the frightened woman and himself. If he could get rid of this man, he would have no problem at all tearing the small woman alive. Yes that was a fantastic plan! Chaos would be pleased, right?
Fangs bared, the wolf sent one more low growl, announcing his attack before leaping forward. With its mighty jaw, the elemental lunged forward to try and take a bite of Moose's head - but there was one small problem. The wolf had underestimated the giant's height, and instead of aiming for the man's head, the wolf came about chest level. Using his powers as before, the elemental attempted to use the power of fire to surge himself higher in the air before reaching the man, but something again went wrong. In a flash, the flaming wolf rammed into the man's chest and bounced harmlessly to the side, crashing into a pile of garbage. These powers were fantastic, but they were most definitely hard to control. But make no mistake - despite the flaw, this wolf would not allow any escape. Before the humans could react, the wolf fired a surge of flames in the direction he was previously standing, igniting the other side of the ally.
Now, they were truly trapped.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Sept 5, 2013 16:53:56 GMT -8
tagged: character. date: date and time.notes: notes. All things considered, Moose was hands down better at fighting then the average person. That was one of the many things prison taught you--that any fight could become deadly very quickly, and stopping a fight fast was of the utmost priority. If he could talk someone down, sure, that was better, but he was also aware that talking wasn't going to solve half the world's problems. No no, the only thing that was going to solve a situation like this, with a flaming wolf, was fists. Or feet, he supposed. He was an equal opportunity fighter. He would fight, and he'd put his all into it, and he was good at it.
He wasn't so good at making it out unharmed. Sure, he could probably snap a thug's arm, but he'd probably get stabbed once or twice while trying to do so. Most people would be smart and find a way to get the knife before doing anything else, where as Moose opted to simply go straight to disabling his opponent. Most people would get out mostly unharmed, and Moose simply didn't think like that.
With Rhiannon at his back, putting the wolf down was all the more important. His hands balled into tight fists, the ring on his finger unnoticed for the moment. He had never paid it much attention, never given it any thought at all. He was homeless though, and any possession he had was always on him--things that he could wear even more so.
It wasn't his fists he was going to use. He jerked back when the wolf bounced off of him, his suit singed as he let out an 'oof'. But Moose had taken attacked that were actually intended to hit him there, and one wolf (even one that was on fire) wasn't going to stop him. Ignoring the second wall of fire (Which he'd have to worry about later), he went right for the wolf, bringing down a foot hard on it's middle. There was something in there, and even if there wasn't, it was going to hurt. He wasn't going to stop either--he'd just keep slamming his foot down hard until the beast stopped moving, or it managed to hurt him enough to drive him off.
Whichever came first.
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Sept 6, 2013 2:57:57 GMT -8
tagged: moose. time: may 11, 2012 - 11:45am. speech: rhiannon. notes: please pm if there are problems. When the fire wolf had leapt for Moose, Rhiannon could only see one thing happening, and that was the giant man getting turned into a human torch. She wanted to scream, but all that came out was a horrified gasp -- but Moose didn't suddenly abruptly go into flames. He did, however, skid back a bit from the impact, and Rhiannon reflexively took a step backwards herself. But the fact that it was hotter behind her than it was in front of her was only making it all the more obvious to her that there really wasn't a lot of places she could go right now. There was a fire burning behind her, and then the one who caused the fire in the first place was in front of her -- not exactly a very favorable position to be in. Far from it, in fact -- she couldn't flee either way.
And that was when another wall of flame sprung up, this time where the wolf had been before it leapt. Rhiannon wasn't sure if she was going to scream or cry or even curse at the entire situation right now. Was there anything that wasn't out to supernaturally exterminate her these days? There were clattering and crashing sounds as the wolf landed in the garbage from its attempt to barrel Moose over while simultaneously turning him into a walking bonfire, and then before Rhiannon could even think about what to do next, Moose had already moved in to start stomping on the monster's chest. Rhiannon was no fighter and knew very little about where to actually aim for in a fight, but she could guess what Moose was trying to do even so -- crush the chest so that whatever was inside would also be irreparably damaged in the process.
All in all, it sounded like it would work in theory -- except in practice, the wolf was on fire, and Rhiannon shouted, "Moose, i-it's going to burn you alive, there has to be something else -- !" Except she couldn't think of anything else that could be done. However, there was something she could do. There was a bottle of water in her hand, and even though it wasn't enough to put out either of the fires behind or in front of her... at the very least, she could use the water to help Moose out just that tiny little bit. No, she wasn't comfortable or even confident at all in herself that this would work, but the point was... Moose was her only protection. And as shitty of a deal as it was, she was the only person around who could help him. So she untwisted the cap from the water bottle, letting the cap drop to the ground as she gave a distressed whimper -- oh, god, was she really about to do this?
Yes, she was, whether she liked it or not. Rhiannon took a few cautious but quick steps forward towards where Moose was, and pointed the open bottle in the direction of the man and the monster he was currently stomping on, and swung her arm in an arc. The water splashed out of the bottle, and if she judged the distance and the force of her own swing right, then the water should land on the wolf. For extra measure, she splashed more water at the wolf a second time. She still had a better portion of the water left in the bottle, perhaps a just a little bit less than two-thirds of what had been in there when it was full, and she was hoping that it would do some good in this situation. It was far from the ideal amount of water she wish she had access to, but even a little was better than none in this case, right? She really, really, really, really, really hoped that was the case.
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Post by EVENTS on Sept 8, 2013 15:59:36 GMT -8
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And now, lying on the ground, the giant man was stomping repeatedly. The first stomp had just missed his core, and by the time the man's foot came down a second time the wolf released a giant wave of heat that sent him staggering backwards (not unlike the force of a very tiny explosion). But as the elemental stood, a small wave of water came down and coated him, sending a wave of steam away from its body. Just after that, the wolf attempted to reignite itself only to find that the once-flickering flames were now only steam. Some of the flames in the alley had died down a bit, turning to steam as the wolf began to melt into the air slowly. But enough of the wolf was left for one final attack, and this attack would be the man's last.
The flame elemental backed up from its position only to find that its equilibrium was out of whack. Balancing was now impossible, sending the somewhat translucent wolf back onto the ground. This time, though, the elemental was unable to get back onto its feet. Instead, he sent a whimpering echo out into the night - a cry for help, if you will. Few flames were now leaping and curling away from the elemental's body, but he was now reduced to a small pup. Somehow that small bit of water was enough to extinguish enough of his flames to cause these changes. Now all he could do was to lay here, unmoving and most definitely no longer a threat.
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