Jord made a slightly disgusted face because of the licking. He quickly turned around to see what the wolves were up to and what he could do against them.
The wolves attack as one might expect wolves to attack, with perhaps a little more… precision. This attack is quick and in unison, advancing from three different directions. One wolf goes to seize Jord’s favored weapon arm. The second lunges at his… crotch. The third leaps to bite at his neck.
Gwen doesn't visibly react, though her shawl is knocked further askew by the rough treatment. She uses her free hand to lift it to her face.
Suddenly, with a motion one might use to snatch something from an unruly child, and an unreasonable amount of strength for it, she attempts to wrench her arm free, or perhaps free it from her glove.
All them charging animals don't feel too bothered to continue their pursuit of them hounds once they'd gone off running with their tails between their legs. All them animals eyes turned to the big void up the street as it disappeared to reveal a mansion set in the side of the plateau. Once they had their fill of seeing that particular curios sight, all their eyes then turn to the frightened little bird girl, Gwen, instead. Now, under normal circumstances, them farm animals wouldn't have given a second thought to that girl being dragged off like she was, but being as they were under a spell Ezmond had placed on them, they looked none to kindly on what was happening to her. All but one of them animals now start running after Gwen, intent on stopping whatever invisible person was taking her against her will.
The one animal that didn't follow with the others was a big ol Bull named Ben, who just so happened to notice Aella sneaking around close by. That big ol bully strut on up to the girl carrying a bow in her hand and let out a big ol huff of hot air from his flared nostrils. He then stomped one of his front hooves on the ground real hard to show he meant business, and then asked her his pressing question -
"Whooooo... arrrrrre..... Youuuuuuu?"
As the words came out of his mouth, his big nose came right up close to Aella's face, eyes all cross-eyed and glaring at her for a prompt answer.
Aella didn't pay attention to this big bull until he stomped one of his hooves on the ground, though she turned towards him once he asked this question. However due to the smell of this animal she stepped back a little bit, though she didn't really indicate that the smell wasn't pleasant. "My name is Aella, and you are?" she asked calmly, though a little carelessly. She kept her bow aimed at the ground, with her eyes fixated on the bull's eyes calmly. She has dealt with stranger things before, than a talking bull. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?
Gwen’s unreasonably strong effort to free her forearm serves only to strengthen the grip the entity has on her, like a noose made tighter by the jolt. The grip is now so very tight that her bones may feel like they will be crushed by the pressure. In this very same instant, the second hand of the entity seizes her ankle, and in this fashion she is raised from the ground by an incredible force, swung in a swift motion and released. As her body jettisons through the air in direction away from the encroaching livestock, the three wolves emerge from the buildings. They are moving at great speed, eyes on their prey, following Gwen’s trajectory to land.
There is at this time no doubt that Aella has witnessed the commotion taking place, more specifically the three black wolves giving chase to Gwen as she is launched high and far into the air by an unseen force. Perhaps small-talk with a bull should not be her foremost concern.
High above the livestock a raven releases a menacing screech, unfitting of any bird. A pure white, lone wolf, near twice the size of an average wolf, emerges from within a building and enters the livestock. It is undaunted by their presence, its head held low, skulking through the numbers, sniffing, scrutinizing, inspecting the horde.
Ace flicks their wrist, scattering the crystals from their hand, which never hit the ground. Their tube-shaped barrier flashes into existence as the wolves strike, intersecting a few muzzles and paws and one corner of their own cloak, neatly shearing it off. The barrier starts to spin steadily as they toss off their hood with both hands.
"No," they say, curtly.
Repelled, the snapping jaws of the wolves are dashed by the barrier. All three animals recoil with a yelp, though they have not conceded. Each of the wolves are instantly enveloped in a violet light before the light is discharged in a pulse toward the sky, where it is absorbed by the raven high above.
“Ahh….” The voice of the unseen entity is heard, sounding like a man who has learned something important and… perhaps even exciting. In the sounding of his voice, the raven returns the pulse of violet light upon the wolves. Absorbing the light they quickly regroup, their eyes now aglow with the same hue of light while they commence to circling Ace as one might expect wolves to daunt their prey. Once a full revolution about Ace is made, the voice is heard again, yet sharper, demanding. “Break through!”
By command of their handlers’ voice, all three wolves stop circling and turn in at their opponent, yet only one instantly proceeds to progress its attack from behind. With a powerful strike, its open mouth penetrates the barrier. The disruption to the barrier is accompanied by a flash of more light and the sound like that of a cracking whip as the wolf’s front teeth clamp down, pinching the flesh at the small of Ace’s back.
Vernon gives Boris a lengthy stare, like one mildly disturbed by the progress of a child's newly learned skill. He then turns a wry look to Silas, waiting for the old man to laugh and note his piece, before responding, “Your wait is soon over.”
He then resumes interest with Jack, while behind Vernon, Annie steps into the hall. Her motions seem leery, toes first touching down with each step, an approach defied by the intensity of her glare, her eyes taking turns to bore into every person.
“Speak your mind.” Vernon tells Jack, angling his head as if listening to distant sounds. “The void without the mansion is lowered. We can wait for the wolves to come, or we can take the fight to them.”
Annie arrives beside her father, one hand is resting on the small bulge of her stomach, her eyes now fixed on Betty as she speaks in multiple voices, the tones of Silas, Boris, Ei and her own, all speaking in harmony; “Ours is a boy.” She then looks up to her father, like one lifting their eyes to the heavens and speaks in a voice all her own. “We should go outside, papa.”
Vernon agrees with Annie; a firm nod to proclaim his appeal for the idea. He looks to Jack as he starts walking down the hallway in direction of the foyer. “Talk to me as we walk, Jack.” He then calls out to all others present; “Come if you’re coming. A battle awaits us.”
As they pass by the doorway to the dining room, Annie pauses to look in at Ei. “Come with me.” She says, and continues to follow Vernon, maintaining a short distance behind.
He then resumes interest with Jack, while behind Vernon, Annie steps into the hall. Her motions seem leery, toes first touching down with each step, an approach defied by the intensity of her glare, her eyes taking turns to bore into every person.
“Speak your mind.” Vernon tells Jack, angling his head as if listening to distant sounds. “The void without the mansion is lowered. We can wait for the wolves to come, or we can take the fight to them.”
Annie arrives beside her father, one hand is resting on the small bulge of her stomach, her eyes now fixed on Betty as she speaks in multiple voices, the tones of Silas, Boris, Ei and her own, all speaking in harmony; “Ours is a boy.” She then looks up to her father, like one lifting their eyes to the heavens and speaks in a voice all her own. “We should go outside, papa.”
Vernon agrees with Annie; a firm nod to proclaim his appeal for the idea. He looks to Jack as he starts walking down the hallway in direction of the foyer. “Talk to me as we walk, Jack.” He then calls out to all others present; “Come if you’re coming. A battle awaits us.”
"Right," Jack acknowledges, giving the others a glance as he puts his helmet back on and begins following next to Vernon. "Yesterday," he continues, "I discovered a machine. Built into the top of the belfry of the church, not far from here... though now it would be under a pile of rubble," he recalls the destruction of the church, and the subsequent fight with the Knight. "What its purpose is, I'm not entirely certain, but from what I did gather it seemed to have the power to control the weather around it, or at least produce small thunderclouds."
He removes a journal from one of his satchels, opening to a blank page. "In addition, there was writing on the machine that I didn't recognize as being part of any written language or rune system that I know of," as he speaks, he writes onto the page as many of the symbols and the 'words' they formed onto it before holding it up to show Vernon, continuing, "At the time it struck me as odd, and now with what you've told us I can't help but wonder if the language was one of the Order..." Jack pauses for a moment, thinking before continuing, "I don't know what significance the machine or the writing on it might have to the Order, or if it even is a creation of theirs, but I figure it's better to bring it up and turn out to be useless information than to neglect it and regret doing so."
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"Against all the evil that Hell can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce; We will send unto them... only you."
Colored text indicates in-character statements/actions. Because Forum Games has basically just been a big open RP for a long time now and it's the only place I ever post anymore, when I post at all.
While she was busy not being interacted with and feeling momentarily exhausted, Chisille had a little bit of time to think to herself. It wasn't really like she had much else to do anyway, apart from maybe snack on one of the oreos that had been scattered across the floor. Snatch. Crunch crunch. She still wasn't particularly excited over the taste of chocolate and sugar, but food was food and it was a lot better tasting then some things and was filled with a whole lot more energy.
If she were to have enough of them, there was a very high possibility that her 'bounciness' last night would be put to shame. Of course there might be need of an overly positive mood for such things to happen, but would that really be wise to do both at once?
With that little snack out of the way, or rather stuck in her teeth as her tongue worked to remove the little bits, she could go back to thinking. What on earth had caused her to behave as she did? This sort of thing had never happened before in her life before! A breakdown then an overwhelming desire to indulge herself in a floor's worth of crimson liquid, just before miraculously exhausting herself from healing an angry kid's stab to her lengthy scaled tail.
Everything she could come up with was just as confusing or random as the last. One or two thoughts made some sense, such as the Order once again manipulating her into doing those things just to embarrass herself or further whatever their goal was. Maybe it didn't even have to be the Order at all. Any one of those humans could've made her behave like that.
But no... even though it was strange, it had felt too real. There was a definite difference between mind manipulation and this. She couldn't be entirely sure what, and she wasn't particularly willing to find out. That would require being forced under the will of others even more.
Maybe it had been her? Just her? She still had no idea what she was capable of. Sometimes she could feel it bristling under her scales. Something flowing underneath like some untapped power.
Chisille then remembered what had happened just a few minutes ago. It was a feeling. That weird one. She had felt it before, she was just too busy being surprised to notice. The most recent time had been when she had shifted the colour of her scales somehow, suddenly blending into the woodwork. There was a funny little object she had touched and a wave of energy...
Bringing her mind back into the present, she felt much better now. It wasn't exactly perfect and she still felt a bit tired in every part of her body, but it would have to do. The glowing had stopped and now she looked normal. Perhaps she could spend a bit more time trying to figure out what was going on, but the only things she could think of was either drinking some more blood, or cutting herself to see what would happen. Neither really appealed to her right now.
Oh, another oreo. Crunch.
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Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
At the same time, the spirit of the Demon fled like a gust of powerful wind down the hallway and into the room where Ezmond and Renard were waiting. In an instant the demon spirit had hold of Renard, lifting him high and pinning him to the ceiling, attempting to reach in and rip Renard's soul from his vessel.
Just when Ezmond is finished saying his piece and taking a deep breath to say even more, he's rudely interrupted by the demon calling out from the hall, apparently having a conversation with Ariel's soul. Before too long this conversation gets a little over heated and the gun finally let's loose. The sound of the gun fire makes Ezmond jump just a little, especially when he sees that slug penetrate the timber of the door frame right there in front of him. Following that, a little scuffle ensues and that a big ol gust of wind, not at all doubtful to be the spirit of the demon, rushes into the room and bowls Ezmond right off his feet. He tumbles a few time on the floor then gets to his feet to see young Renard pinned to the ceiling by force of that desperate demon.
"Now you just hold on there, young man!" Ezmond shares his advice with Renard, "You just fight that demons will to take your body now, it can only last so long outside of a body before it needs to return to hell...." Ezmond gives his chin a good thoughtful scratch. "Well, at least that's how I understand the matter anyway. Perhaps you might wanna think about say'n a prayer about now, if you haven't already started doing so already!"
Ezmond starts walking toward Renard now, speaking some unrecognizable language in the form of a chant, and while he's doing this small pockets start opening up in the air around the room, and out of these pockets shine rays of white light in Renard's very direction.
'There's no end to this,' Renard thinks to himself, exasperated as he is violently thrown to the ceiling. Nothing good had ever happened since the moment he set foot in the mansion. What was he supposed to be doing again? Why had he come here? Wasn't there some castle he was supposed to be looking for? All good questions that are posed to himself as he thrashes about on the ceiling.
He hears a faint voice within the darkness. 'Fight that demon's will to take your body', it says. Good to know-- so his friend had gotten rid of the spirit, but now it had gone to him like he was some sort of free real estate. As the spirit begun to attempt to take control of his body, Renard could feel it-- its influences on his mind and body felt like ripples, expanding and shrinking. He tries to remember the feeling of the dark, unending void the last time someone had taken over his body. He didn't want to go back. There was no way he wanted a repeat of that. He desperately holds onto that thought, hoping he is stalling enough for the man to do what he had to do.
Vernon gives Boris a lengthy stare, like one mildly disturbed by the progress of a child's newly learned skill. He then turns a wry look to Silas, waiting for the old man to laugh and note his piece, before responding, “Your wait is soon over.”
He then resumes interest with Jack, while behind Vernon, Annie steps into the hall. Her motions seem leery, toes first touching down with each step, an approach defied by the intensity of her glare, her eyes taking turns to bore into every person.
“Speak your mind.” Vernon tells Jack, angling his head as if listening to distant sounds. “The void without the mansion is lowered. We can wait for the wolves to come, or we can take the fight to them.”
Annie arrives beside her father, one hand is resting on the small bulge of her stomach, her eyes now fixed on Betty as she speaks in multiple voices, the tones of Silas, Boris, Ei and her own, all speaking in harmony; “Ours is a boy.” She then looks up to her father, like one lifting their eyes to the heavens and speaks in a voice all her own. “We should go outside, papa.”
Vernon agrees with Annie; a firm nod to proclaim his appeal for the idea. He looks to Jack as he starts walking down the hallway in direction of the foyer. “Talk to me as we walk, Jack.” He then calls out to all others present; “Come if you’re coming. A battle awaits us.”
As they pass by the doorway to the dining room, Annie pauses to look in at Ei. “Come with me.” She says, and continues to follow Vernon, maintaining a short distance behind.
Ei sighs. In truth, she still didn't really want to fight this fight. After all, the Order's offer was good enough for Ei to accept it. Yet, it seemed that Annie was stubborn enough to fight this fight no matter what Ei said, so she had no choice. If the agreement was going to be broken anyway, Ei might as well be there to break it together with Annie.
As Annie asks for Ei to come with her, Ei simply nods. Waiting until Annie has turned around to drop a small object on the floor before running after her, swiftly catching up with her.
"So then, what now?" Ei asks, putting her hands behind her head as if she's leaning on them. "Do we have a plan?"
As the group leaves the building, the object Ei dropped on the ground sprouts eight, spiderlike legs, and crawls out of sight under the floorboards.
The wolves attack as one might expect wolves to attack, with perhaps a little more… precision. This attack is quick and in unison, advancing from three different directions. One wolf goes to seize Jord’s favored weapon arm. The second lunges at his… crotch. The third leaps to bite at his neck.
Gwen’s unreasonably strong effort to free her forearm serves only to strengthen the grip the entity has on her, like a noose made tighter by the jolt. The grip is now so very tight that her bones may feel like they will be crushed by the pressure. In this very same instant, the second hand of the entity seizes her ankle, and in this fashion she is raised from the ground by an incredible force, swung in a swift motion and released. As her body jettisons through the air in direction away from the encroaching livestock, the three wolves emerge from the buildings. They are moving at great speed, eyes on their prey, following Gwen’s trajectory to land.
There is at this time no doubt that Aella has witnessed the commotion taking place, more specifically the three black wolves giving chase to Gwen as she is launched high and far into the air by an unseen force. Perhaps small-talk with a bull should not be her foremost concern.
High above the livestock a raven releases a menacing screech, unfitting of any bird. A pure white, lone wolf, near twice the size of an average wolf, emerges from within a building and enters the livestock. It is undaunted by their presence, its head held low, skulking through the numbers, sniffing, scrutinizing, inspecting the horde.
Repelled, the snapping jaws of the wolves are dashed by the barrier. All three animals recoil with a yelp, though they have not conceded. Each of the wolves are instantly enveloped in a violet light before the light is discharged in a pulse toward the sky, where it is absorbed by the raven high above.
“Ahh….” The voice of the unseen entity is heard, sounding like a man who has learned something important and… perhaps even exciting. In the sounding of his voice, the raven returns the pulse of violet light upon the wolves. Absorbing the light they quickly regroup, their eyes now aglow with the same hue of light while they commence to circling Ace as one might expect wolves to daunt their prey. Once a full revolution about Ace is made, the voice is heard again, yet sharper, demanding. “Break through!”
By command of their handlers’ voice, all three wolves stop circling and turn in at their opponent, yet only one instantly proceeds to progress its attack from behind. With a powerful strike, its open mouth penetrates the barrier. The disruption to the barrier is accompanied by a flash of more light and the sound like that of a cracking whip as the wolf’s front teeth clamp down, pinching the flesh at the small of Ace’s back.
Vernon gives Boris a lengthy stare, like one mildly disturbed by the progress of a child's newly learned skill. He then turns a wry look to Silas, waiting for the old man to laugh and note his piece, before responding, “Your wait is soon over.”
He then resumes interest with Jack, while behind Vernon, Annie steps into the hall. Her motions seem leery, toes first touching down with each step, an approach defied by the intensity of her glare, her eyes taking turns to bore into every person.
“Speak your mind.” Vernon tells Jack, angling his head as if listening to distant sounds. “The void without the mansion is lowered. We can wait for the wolves to come, or we can take the fight to them.”
Annie arrives beside her father, one hand is resting on the small bulge of her stomach, her eyes now fixed on Betty as she speaks in multiple voices, the tones of Silas, Boris, Ei and her own, all speaking in harmony; “Ours is a boy.” She then looks up to her father, like one lifting their eyes to the heavens and speaks in a voice all her own. “We should go outside, papa.”
Vernon agrees with Annie; a firm nod to proclaim his appeal for the idea. He looks to Jack as he starts walking down the hallway in direction of the foyer. “Talk to me as we walk, Jack.” He then calls out to all others present; “Come if you’re coming. A battle awaits us.”
As they pass by the doorway to the dining room, Annie pauses to look in at Ei. “Come with me.” She says, and continues to follow Vernon, maintaining a short distance behind.
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Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
"Right," Jack acknowledges, giving the others a glance as he puts his helmet back on and begins following next to Vernon. "Yesterday," he continues, "I discovered a machine. Built into the top of the belfry of the church, not far from here... though now it would be under a pile of rubble," he recalls the destruction of the church, and the subsequent fight with the Knight. "What its purpose is, I'm not entirely certain, but from what I did gather it seemed to have the power to control the weather around it, or at least produce small thunderclouds."
He removes a journal from one of his satchels, opening to a blank page. "In addition, there was writing on the machine that I didn't recognize as being part of any written language or rune system that I know of," as he speaks, he writes onto the page as many of the symbols and the 'words' they formed onto it before holding it up to show Vernon, continuing, "At the time it struck me as odd, and now with what you've told us I can't help but wonder if the language was one of the Order..." Jack pauses for a moment, thinking before continuing, "I don't know what significance the machine or the writing on it might have to the Order, or if it even is a creation of theirs, but I figure it's better to bring it up and turn out to be useless information than to neglect it and regret doing so."
While she was busy not being interacted with and feeling momentarily exhausted, Chisille had a little bit of time to think to herself. It wasn't really like she had much else to do anyway, apart from maybe snack on one of the oreos that had been scattered across the floor. Snatch. Crunch crunch. She still wasn't particularly excited over the taste of chocolate and sugar, but food was food and it was a lot better tasting then some things and was filled with a whole lot more energy.
If she were to have enough of them, there was a very high possibility that her 'bounciness' last night would be put to shame. Of course there might be need of an overly positive mood for such things to happen, but would that really be wise to do both at once?
With that little snack out of the way, or rather stuck in her teeth as her tongue worked to remove the little bits, she could go back to thinking. What on earth had caused her to behave as she did? This sort of thing had never happened before in her life before! A breakdown then an overwhelming desire to indulge herself in a floor's worth of crimson liquid, just before miraculously exhausting herself from healing an angry kid's stab to her lengthy scaled tail.
Everything she could come up with was just as confusing or random as the last. One or two thoughts made some sense, such as the Order once again manipulating her into doing those things just to embarrass herself or further whatever their goal was. Maybe it didn't even have to be the Order at all. Any one of those humans could've made her behave like that.
But no... even though it was strange, it had felt too real. There was a definite difference between mind manipulation and this. She couldn't be entirely sure what, and she wasn't particularly willing to find out. That would require being forced under the will of others even more.
Maybe it had been her? Just her? She still had no idea what she was capable of. Sometimes she could feel it bristling under her scales. Something flowing underneath like some untapped power.
Chisille then remembered what had happened just a few minutes ago. It was a feeling. That weird one. She had felt it before, she was just too busy being surprised to notice. The most recent time had been when she had shifted the colour of her scales somehow, suddenly blending into the woodwork. There was a funny little object she had touched and a wave of energy...
Bringing her mind back into the present, she felt much better now. It wasn't exactly perfect and she still felt a bit tired in every part of her body, but it would have to do. The glowing had stopped and now she looked normal. Perhaps she could spend a bit more time trying to figure out what was going on, but the only things she could think of was either drinking some more blood, or cutting herself to see what would happen. Neither really appealed to her right now.
Oh, another oreo. Crunch.
Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
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'There's no end to this,' Renard thinks to himself, exasperated as he is violently thrown to the ceiling. Nothing good had ever happened since the moment he set foot in the mansion. What was he supposed to be doing again? Why had he come here? Wasn't there some castle he was supposed to be looking for? All good questions that are posed to himself as he thrashes about on the ceiling.
He hears a faint voice within the darkness. 'Fight that demon's will to take your body', it says. Good to know-- so his friend had gotten rid of the spirit, but now it had gone to him like he was some sort of free real estate. As the spirit begun to attempt to take control of his body, Renard could feel it-- its influences on his mind and body felt like ripples, expanding and shrinking. He tries to remember the feeling of the dark, unending void the last time someone had taken over his body. He didn't want to go back. There was no way he wanted a repeat of that. He desperately holds onto that thought, hoping he is stalling enough for the man to do what he had to do.
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Curse PremiumEi sighs. In truth, she still didn't really want to fight this fight. After all, the Order's offer was good enough for Ei to accept it. Yet, it seemed that Annie was stubborn enough to fight this fight no matter what Ei said, so she had no choice. If the agreement was going to be broken anyway, Ei might as well be there to break it together with Annie.
As Annie asks for Ei to come with her, Ei simply nods. Waiting until Annie has turned around to drop a small object on the floor before running after her, swiftly catching up with her.
"So then, what now?" Ei asks, putting her hands behind her head as if she's leaning on them. "Do we have a plan?"
As the group leaves the building, the object Ei dropped on the ground sprouts eight, spiderlike legs, and crawls out of sight under the floorboards.