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18 years old
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Aug 31, 2016 9:02:08 GMT -5
Xander was really struggling right now, but something nagged at him from with in to keep going and get back up. A particular voice that deep down he grew to despise. "We... can't stop... not yet." His arm with the bullet hole in the shoulder hung at his side and the other clutched a wound at his hip that was draining him of life by the minute. Still he had no desire to quit this time. If anything it prompted him to move forward. "There are two stores left owned by underground monsters. One is some sort of music shop and the other is a hardware store."
He awkwardly received the pistol that was given to him. "You did see me chucking knives at people, right? I'm tooooootally ranged." All kidding aside the hunk of metal was heavy in his hand, but she was dead right... he needed to play their type of game or more than likely he was not getting home tonight. To looming consequences of that happening were not pleasant thoughts in his mind.
"Surprise maybe, but we have a problem... I... *sigh* The next stores are across the street. I don't know what order their next attacks are going to be in. The first three were pretty easy to take in account because they just went down a line, but now the pattern has changed. So we have to split up." His face began to pale as his voice, once strong, started to weaken "Take me to the music shop and then you could wait at the hardware store. The owner there is a monster army veteran... he could probably help you if they attack there first."
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The me that you know used to have feelings but the blood has stopped pumping and he's left to decay The me that you know is now made up of wires and even when I'm right with you I'm so far away
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Aug 31, 2016 12:58:51 GMT -5
"Okay, félasi." She said, expression concerned. "But first we need to bind that wound. You are losing too much blood - and trusting, passing out in battle is not a good idea. You will end up in... unpalatable situations, if not dead." She used her sharpened claws to tear off another strip from her t-shirt. "I am going to tie it pretty tight, so make sure to replace it with an actual bandage when this is all over. And honestly, Red... you like you could use the help from the veteran more." The second part of that statement was muttered under her breath, so quite it was barely audible.
"Besides, I don't really need anyone who would actually recognize me seeing me all bloodied up..."
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Human!
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18 years old
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Aug 31, 2016 19:49:02 GMT -5
Xander tried to offer her a smile. "I'm really not as good at this as maybe I put on earlier. I could hold my own in a one on one brawl, sure, but this is maybe a bit too much. For that I suppose I owe you an apology."
Humbleness was not something Xander wore often, but when you are being patched up by someone it's about all you've got.
"You're right... we should swap." He said with a ting of embarrassment. When he was all wrapped up he rose and once again looked to the gun that was offered him. "I... don't really know how to use one of these."
He lifted the weapon and his hand was shaky, not by his wound, but by a general dislike of the method. The last time held a gun it had a very negative effect on him. Something that was forced on him that he really wasn't positive about.
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The me that you know used to have feelings but the blood has stopped pumping and he's left to decay The me that you know is now made up of wires and even when I'm right with you I'm so far away
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Aug 31, 2016 20:11:36 GMT -5
"No big deal. If you hadn't been there, I would have been dealing with all of this on my own, so I should be thanking you. I haven't had anyone at my back in a long time, and it is a surprisingly nice chance." She said, smiling back.
At his confession of not knowing how to use a gun, Amaranthine laughed softly - but not at him. Far from it.
"Honestly, me neither! I am sure you will be fine without it. If not - well, we will figure it out." She could see that there was more to it than that, but she didn't press. Gods knew she had enough of her own baggage.
"Ready to go back?" She asked, offering him her arm.
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Human!
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18 years old
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Aug 31, 2016 20:44:26 GMT -5
"I thought the same thing until you approached me... I guess this is kind of a pretty good happenstance, eh?"
He kept the weapon just in case, but was in no hurry to actually go and use it. "Let's go. The next attack should be happening any minute now." His expression lightened ever so slightly. Seemed that a glimmer of hope returned to him after that last exchange. He still looked like a giant mess though. Maybe for the best because this veteran he was supposed to go see would have an idea that something was up by the mere look of him. "The owner of the music shop is actually a ghost... I'm pretty sure they don't have anything that can kill a ghost so that makes it all the more easier."
At last something was in their favor for once, it seemed. "So I guess once one of our shops gets taken either you teleport over to me or I'll find a way over to you. We still stand the best of chances if the two of us take a store together."
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The me that you know used to have feelings but the blood has stopped pumping and he's left to decay The me that you know is now made up of wires and even when I'm right with you I'm so far away
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Aug 31, 2016 21:53:23 GMT -5
"Heh. Fate doing something helpful? I didn't know it was a blue moon." She said lightly.
"A ghost?" She asked, eyebrows raised. "That's...new. okay, sounds like a plan. We will meet up at wherever gets hit." With that, she gently took ahold of his arm and phased him on the outer doorstep of the veteran's shop.
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Human!
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18 years old
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Aug 31, 2016 23:08:32 GMT -5
Xander showed a bit of hesitation at first, but he accepted her arm. He lightly grasped her at the fore arm in a way where she could do the same to him. After the blip in and out of the void they arrived at the hardware store where a lot of people were. "Crap... this place is really popular." This was great for the owner, but extremely bad for what was about to happen. "Ammy... this is not good. Take it slow... we may have to consider volumes here. If there aren't things going on at the music store we should fortify here."
A much older turtle monster made a gesture towards the two. "Heh, heh, heh. That's quite the trick you've got there, children. What brings you to this old monster's neck of the shopping quarter?"
Xander blinked at him as he approached. "You may not believe us, but we've been fighting off anti-monster activists and we have reason to believe that your shop is a target."
The old turtle laughed. "Well that sounds mighty unfortunate... lemmie get Ol' Betsy and why don't you tell me about it." He moved behind the counter and produced a giant hammer and let it drop to the ground with an enormous thud, then he sat on it and lit his pipe. "So... not for nothing kids, but it looks like you've been having a tough time about it."
Xander sighed... He was right, but it wasn't worth fighting about it. "Will you help?"
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The me that you know used to have feelings but the blood has stopped pumping and he's left to decay The me that you know is now made up of wires and even when I'm right with you I'm so far away
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Aug 31, 2016 23:16:53 GMT -5
Amaranthine, on the other hand, was a little more miffed. "Gerson, you don't even recognize me? Hmph, I bet you're outright senile at this point, aren't you? We have fought together before." The words themselves were cutting, but the tone was without venom, a light-hearted ribbing between warriors.
"Well, yes, we have been having a hard time of it because we have been outnumbered five to one. And in case you have forgotten, old timer, the last time that happened we ended up sealed beneath the earth for a few centuries. We aren't dead and there has been no collateral damage, so I would declare tonight a rousing success." She said, a bit more sharply. "Now, your shop is about to get hit, hard. And the bloody mortals have guns now, which only makes things more complicated. So are you going to help or not? For old times sake and for your business? "
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Human!
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18 years old
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Aug 31, 2016 23:46:13 GMT -5
Well Xander got lost between them talking and let them exchange babble while he moved the rest of the customers to the back room.
The turtle removed the reading glasses he had on and put on another pair. "You'll forgive an old man for forgetting a face, kiddo. That fire inside ya, though. That I do recognize from the olden days. So them humans are up to old ways are they?" He puffed out a few rings of smoke... "It's a sad thing to see, I thought the young one was making headway to peace." He looked her up and down trying to remember. "Perhaps I am going a bit batty after all these years, but I swear the years don't add up to where I thought I recognize you from. It's like seeing a ghost of times far past."
Gerson noticed Xander moving the customers to a safe space. "How'd you get tied up with that one?" He hoisted up the hammer above his shoulder. "He's a bad egg, that one. Always getting into legal trouble and what not. Rumor has it he's in charge of a human and monster fighting ring down town."
The next wave of activists came through the doors and began to spread through the store.
"So... they must be the ones, huh? They certainly don't look like the warriors of old, that's for sure." Gerson lamented of battles of yore. These activists were no comparison.
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The me that you know used to have feelings but the blood has stopped pumping and he's left to decay The me that you know is now made up of wires and even when I'm right with you I'm so far away
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Sept 1, 2016 15:57:02 GMT -5
"I think that progress is being made... I hope. But right now, it is not enough. And it's alright. My magic... well, people are more inclined to forget me than most."
She frowned at his comment about Red. "Yeah, well, and I am a vigilante that' seeks out criminals and kills them because it is the only way I can sleep at night. I try not to judge. If Red does run a fighting ring, that is his business, not mine."
When the next wave starting progressing, she sighed softly, favoring her injured leg. "They may not measure up, not by the long shot. But I can assure you that the weapons more than make up for that disparity... be careful, old timer."
Taking up position behind the counter, she yelled at Red. "Félasi! It is time to fight." And with that, she summoned dual blades from the void and grinned at her enemies darkly, her soul pulsing in time with her rapid heartbeat.
"Vér vili leysa ykkarr líkami til moli, vesall saurr."
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Human!
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18 years old
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Sept 1, 2016 23:16:08 GMT -5
Gerson put his hand to her shoulder. "Chin up, kiddo. You've got all the time in the world to leave your mark on a whole new world. Much greater then that of anything in the underground. You and the young one will take the charge to make way for the monster race."
Gerson laughed. Well rumors spread like wild fire about Xander and Gerson was always somewhere in the crossroads playing telephone. "I suppose you're right... Besides, that wasn't my job to begin with. If the boy has it in for him it won't be me coming after him. I'd imagine the leader of the royal guard would have a thing or two to say to him."
Xander quipped up at the perfect time. "You talking about Undyne?"
Gerson nodded. "Aye, Sonny. What of her?"
Xander laughed. "She joined the club last week." He flipped his knife in his hand.
Gerson put his hand to his chin. "Well I guess things have indeed changed. Must be all of this fresh air out here. Heh heh heh."
Gerson sighed. He put out and tapped his pipe against his hammer. "Alright, I guess we will all have teach these kids one for." Gerson approached the men as they moved down the shop.
"We're looking for the manager of this establishment."
They had no idea what they were about to find. Gerson hoisted his hammer up and above him only to slam it down with so much force it uprooted the tiling around the leader of the group and sent him back the way he came. "We don't want any, ya whipper snappers." The next two activists up aimed and fired at the old codger, but Gerson curled up in his shell and it protected him from harm. Not only that, but offered the other two some cover and diversion. From inside the shell Gerson called out to Xander and Ammy. "Well don'tcha just stand there like a couple of lumps, go get yourself some."
Xander took his first shot and Pegged the first activist coming from the left side of the store with his knife right in the chest. As he caught up with it he pushed the man in front of him and finished the slice off sending him to the ground in a spray of crimson.
Two others were coming his way as well as a new squad of five coming through the front door. It looks like this one was going to be the activists biggest push of the night.
Coming at The right side were two men rigging something up involving a block and some wires.
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The me that you know used to have feelings but the blood has stopped pumping and he's left to decay The me that you know is now made up of wires and even when I'm right with you I'm so far away
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