I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Jan 30, 2018 19:17:10 GMT -8
What an absolutely disgusting display of "skill" come back when you think you're actually worth something. ▼ NOTES:ticky tocky | Silently, he gauged how much blood was coming from his legs. For now, he'd just keep a silent track in his head of when he'd need to kill the bastard. He paid attention for the signs of excessive blood loss. He was a big man, he had a lot to spare. He had to sell this guy and quick, he didn't want to risk displeasing ganon by taking his life so he could go lick his own wounds before passing out. He was still mortal, he remembered that, he had a high pain tolerance, a blessing from years of suffering, and he was big. Lots of blood to spare, but he was still losing it. "Ganon can grant to you what Hylia refuses if he thinks you're worthy. If one reaches out with the offering, he'll take and grant. You'll become one of his own and join the legions of monsters. In the end, we'll proudly stomp out whatever light there is to help achieve a world ruled by our dark master. A world where for once, we can live without the fear of oppression and ridicule. Creatures that thrive in shadow will no longer have to fear the light."
He was stock still, windcleaver at the ready. He was passionate about achieving a world of darkness. The whole philosophy of good and evil was outdated, what was evil to others was simply something they didn't like or approve of. And once that thing became a norm, the others that lived by different rules became outcasts. He'd seen first hand, monsters as dull as bokoblins have a since of kinship among each other. They weren't the mindless monsters that everyone thought them to be, and one day, he'd be there to help make sure that every sorry fucker that thought that learned otherwise. |
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Jan 30, 2018 19:26:42 GMT -8
I am immune to you. We are both sick souls with the same disease. Yara spat at the corpse before her, at least Mot will have something to gnaw she thought begrudgingly at the wrath she was sure to incur from her master. She leaned against a tree momentarily and pressed her hand to the wound on her stomach. She hissed sharply, the wound wasn’t a clean cut it was jagged and relatively deep. She was going to need to sew herself up soon or risk tearing herself open more. She grabbed the Hylians head and walked over to Axel and the cornered Sheikah. She had caught a bit of Axel’s convicting speech; however, it didn’t make the heart swell with pride or zealous passion. She tossed the head of the fallen Hylian to the Sheikah. “Lord Ganon does not lower himself to being justified to scum like you; your choice is simple. Live to serve Ganon in his glory and find true belonging or you can die with no honor in being buried in a pile of bear scat. No grave, no headstone. No glory for your legacy.” She shrugged “its of no difference to us if you live or die”
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Post by TheGreatScoot on Jan 30, 2018 20:00:46 GMT -8
That voice… was… eerily familiar to him, in a strange way. He turns to get a proper look at the young woman approaching him. Recognition flashes in his red eyes. “Yara? Is that truly you? How? How can that be? What have they done to you child?” tears start to form in his eyes. “I am sorry for what must have happened to you, in the night, a group attacked... I couldn’t stop them, they took several of our children, you being among them. You couldn't have been more than 3 years of age. I was blamed for this incident and exiled but swore I would find where they had taken the children. That is why I sought the location of your hideout.I was sure, correctly it seems, the Yiga were involved. I felt if I could get them that information maybe they would forgive me for my perceived slight.” He sighs, “But no, they do not deserve revenge they did not seek for themselves. You make a good case. Hylia has done nothing for me while it would seem Ganon has done so much to aid you. Any entity claiming to be a Goddess and allowing such atrocities to happen in this world cannot be held in such high regard.” He looks back to the blade master, “Tell me what I must do. I am a sheikah, I know the difference between shadow and evil.”
OMG THE NPC HAS A BACKSTORY TO MAKE HIM RELEVANT TO THE CHARACTERS WTF!? Axel Hagane Still pretty messed up. bleeding and stuff. Yara bit of a headache and possible emotional scarring, idk Enemy New ally? Sheikah- def messed up emotionally now. also his body is kinda broken. Hylian- Why are you still in the thread?
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Jan 30, 2018 20:13:01 GMT -8
I am immune to you. We are both sick souls with the same disease. What in the actual hell? Her eyes twitched as she scowled trying to see through this guy’s game. This sheikah’s ploy was good but she wasn’t that stupidly naïve. “Cut the crap old man,” she said holding her sickle at the ready. She wasn’t going to let this scumbag catch her off guard. But how the hell did he know her name? Neither of them had spoken it. Something wasn’t right, they had him essentially cornered and he was till biding his time. He was severely injured, he wouldn’t have been able to fight them both off…or could he? He was trying to unhinge her, catch her off guard. She wouldn’t let the fool win that easy. She looked to Axel as this was his territory, his recruitment effort. If it had been up to her though she would have had this man’s head too. @tag- # # # - notes MADE BY VEL OF GS
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Jan 30, 2018 20:17:44 GMT -8
What an absolutely disgusting display of "skill" come back when you think you're actually worth something. ▼ NOTES:do it, bitch | "So it seems you're not as ignorant as the rest of my former kind." Axel looked over and motioned to Mot. "Dispose of.... that." He'd call Mot to his side in a second when he actually needed it, for now, he kept his knee and weight on the Sheikah's torso. "Simply pray as you would, but to Ganon. Offer up your soul in earnest and you'll know when you've been answered, as will I." The familiar was the biggest give away, it always appeared.
And if he didn't see an animal appear bearing the mark of the Yiga or traits of a monster, he'd have a serious fucking issue with the bastard underneath of him and he might just have to behead him and leave him for his own, personal mosnter. |
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Post by TheGreatScoot on Jan 30, 2018 20:41:24 GMT -8
He sighs, seeing her aggressive stance, he didn’t blame her. He wouldn’t have believed it either were the rolls reversed. “I understand your skepticism child… but look at me. What do I have to gain by lying to you? Truth will be revealed in time. You are, or I suppose were now is correct, Sheikah.” Turning back to the large man he nodded. “If that is all that it takes I will begin.” Taking a deep breath “Ganon! I renounce my former ties to the light, I am sheikah and wasn’t being true to my nature. Light may exist for but a moment, but when it leaves darkness remains. I pledge myself to your darkness, may it fill me and grant me the strength I need to carry out your will. May I be the wind of death spreading your message.”
As the words finished leaving his lips a relentless tide of spiders started to swarm out of the nearby woods and covered the man. He started screaming in agony, a dark red glow being seen from beneath the chittering mass. After about 2 minutes of this a large skulltula comes out of the forest and stands over the sheikah, venom dripping from its mandibles. The smaller spiders burrowed away into the ground, disappearing just as rapidly as they had come. The skulltula rushed forward, wrapping up the hylian’s corpse in sticky web with a practiced diligence.
The Sheikah, no, the newborn yiga left behind by the ravaging of spiders was left transformed, his armor destroyed, left naked, his hair now jet black and a strange blackness to his veins. All injuries he had received in combat healed, the missing chunk of his leg replaced by flesh as white as spider’s silk.
Well... that's a thing that happened.
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Jan 30, 2018 21:01:49 GMT -8
I am immune to you. We are both sick souls with the same disease. Yara watched the man’s transformation with a sick twisting feeling in her gut, it was not related to her wound that was still bleeding despite her efforts to staunch it. If she was a former Sheikah then that simply meant that she had been abandoned twice to people who were supposed to have loved her and cared for her. She made a sidelong glance at Axel making sure that she didn’t catch his eyes. She was skeptical of his motives but she did rationalize that there was purpose behind them. However, what that purpose was she couldn’t be sure or even that she was a decent choice to play a role. Or maybe simply he was bored and teaching her was a means of entertainment. She gritted her teeth biting down the pain and nausea that welled up inside of her. Once the newborn naked Yiga stood up she promptly turned around and began walking the way she had remembered the bokoblin camp being. Her throat tightening as unwanted tears tried to well up and spill over. She would shove those damned tears into the bowls of herself if she had any chance to control. She wasn’t going to be weak and cry in front of her master or the new recruit. @tag- # # # - notes MADE BY VEL OF GS
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Jan 30, 2018 21:15:47 GMT -8
What an absolutely disgusting display of "skill" come back when you think you're actually worth something. ▼ NOTES:mot will be back next post | Axel grinned, shoving his self to his legs, albeit they're a bit shaky from being in a flexed position, wounds wide open, and his pants were drenched. Sheathing his windcleaver while he waited for the new member of the clan to gain his bearings, Axel pulled the sword, sheathed, from his back and turned it into a make shift support. Once the Sheikah had his bearings, Axel would reach down and jerk him to his feet, immediately staggering his way back to the Bokoblin camp. He'd waited too long to treat these injuries, he could feel his clothes sticking to his chest from where the former sheikah's weapon had slashed through the chain mail, and he could feel the stickiness on his arms as well.
Axel led the new Yiga back to the camp, and when he made it, he collapsed to the ground, head leaning back against a log while he tried to relax and slow his heartbeat. Mot would retrieve his bag and be back soon. For now though, Yara was safe from Axel's wrath. He couldn't work his self up. When he finally calmed down though, he sat up and took his boots off, taking his pants and using a knife to cut long strips from them. After a moment of cutting and lining up strips into one single thick line of cloth, he tied them around each leg and snatched a nearby branch. Testing it's thickness, he snapped it into two pieces and tied the cloth to where he could tighten it down around his leg, watching the steady flow of blood slow to a trickle.
"Don't get used to that newbie. You got lucky that happened. Usually I have to patch up the ones I mess up." It'd be a while before mot got there, this would have to do to staunch the major bleeding. The Bokoblins at the camp babbled curiously as they watched the blademaster from a distance, eyeing the wounds. "No ideas ya little bastards, we're on your side." He reminded them, squinting his eyes. They were young, red in color, making it typical of them to do stupid shit. They'd behaved well so far in pointing Axel the right way, but he was still a little wary.
Cursing his bear, Axel leaned back and closed his eyes, listening and waiting to hear the distinct sound of Mot approaching. He was starting to feel him more though, so his other half couldn't be too far. |
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Jan 31, 2018 4:23:43 GMT -8
I am immune to you. We are both sick souls with the same disease. Yara bit back a curse as she realized she had not grabbed her med kit. She remembered faintly now being scolded to always carry one with her in an event like today. She sighed exasperatedly with herself, she had been too flustered to remember much of anything when she had been sent out earlier that day. She also carried the weight of Jett on her shoulders and she bore his injuries as a direct result of her own negligence, she was indeed a very terrible fighter as well as a terrible caregiver. She would apologize profusely when she was able to resummonhim, she would find a quiet little place and she would do her best to bandage and clean his wounds. She would also give him her entire months ration of banana’s in order to express her deepest regrets. But even more than that she was resolute to pull him back before he ever did that again, she had to keep him in check and not let both of their thrills carry her away into follow. She had gained a couple of good wounds herself; her head ached profusely from the wound when she hit her head on the ice block, and she had managed to stop the bleeding on her stomach by taking her over armor off and applying its bulk to the wound. She managed to shove the temporary bandage in a position where the tight armored pants would hold it into place. Her skin was pale from the blood loss, a streak of blood running down her face. She needed to show the initiative with Axel even if it did mean getting berated and yelled at for her incompetency. She knew he was badly injured and she could feel Mot’s large paws approaching but they were still a short distance off. She approached her reclining master with as much “confidence” as she could. It was more composure than anything, though she felt like a dog waiting to be punished for tearing the pillows apart, she couldn’t show that apprehension and fear. Not because she was prideful but simply because fear was something she learned to shove down a long time ago. “Is there anything I can do to help…you?” Her voice was skeptical at the possibility and figured she would be dismissed rather quickly. She wouldn’t blame him, if it were her she would be hard pressed to let a wet eared foot soldier anywhere near her wounds.
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Jan 31, 2018 4:34:50 GMT -8
What an absolutely disgusting display of "skill" come back when you think you're actually worth something. ▼ | Axel kept a close eye on the new recruit and Yara as well. As Yara approached though, he immediately pushed his self into a full sitting position. If looks could kill, he'd be the equivalent of a full militia arrow barrage. He passively held out his hand to take his satchel from Mot, eyes never leaving Yara. "I have some words. But for now." He put his hand on Mot's nose, pushing on the large snout, the bear dropping into a sit, then a lay, side pressed up against the other side of Axel opposite of Yara. "What do you know about cleaning and dressing injuries."
If anything, he'd be some sort of practice dummy for her, especially with the numerous open cuts covering his body. Luckily, he had a large body, discipline, endurance and pain tolerance. His eyes were still locked on Yara while one of his hands gripped his bag with a large, dark fist. "Doing it properly too. Not some pathetic slack job." It was obvious he had zero tolerance, luckily, the Bokoblins had went to find out who this fresh blood was, and after a moment of babbling, they found something to cover him in a bit to cover up his shame. |
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