Megafauna IC Thread

Slate

Gryffis paid more attention to the statue than to the stank. He seemed to be pretty used to these artsy types. He whistled a little bit, and raised his eyebrows. "Oh, that's a, uh, whatsit, a Megafauna. A BAE." He pronounced it out loud, not the acronym, but like "bay." His eyes twitched a little bit as he saw the statue, though, and he was clearly paying more attention than he let on. "You got, like, an inspiration here or something? Like an influence?"

Ordell gave a warm smile. He couldn't see the young man's face, but he had enough experience with people to know.

He slowly reached down with his free hand, scooping up the bag with surprising ease and slowly padding Gryffis on the shoulder.

"Aye lad, come on and walk with me, and I'll tell you all about it...! Help an old blind fella around, aye?"

He started to slowly walk onwards. A keen observer might notice that it had a slight curve to it, though - feeling the lay of the land from many angles...

Oh, excellent. I'm almost impressed. Keep it up...!

Shiprekt

His tone impassive, Russ responded "I was bored." and after a brief pause, Russ would add "And if I'd known the only others of my kind about were you and a mute bird, I would have stayed in my cave"

Tiberius would spend the next few moments trying to hide his sniggering and failing, horribly.

Sorry for lack of posts. Work ate up my time

Calum decided to investigate the supposed tent, taking a cautious and measured approach to nearing the supposed tent of what amounted to a god. The Icon of Tactics was notably tricky, and it seemed like Faefnyr was getting a little nervous about this whole thing.

"Kid, I don't like this. Approaching her tent should not be this easy..."

Calum kept his swordspear ready just in case things went crazy, and never once dropped his guard. This was one person who he could not be unprepared around.

SHIPWRECK

Loke smiled, sniggering slightly as the offense on Fathom's face. She sat down, cross-legged beside the warrior. "Is he your servant?" She asked.

"So, this is a romp?" Fathom asked, "Just to explore? Never have I seen one of us be so banal."

Wreckship

Tiberius shrugged "Not really. We're just workin' with a mutually beneficial agreement really."

Russ on the other hand fired back at Fathom "And I've never seen anything as ugly as you are. I'm just doing what I want to, and if that's wrong I don't particularly want to be right"

edited 19th Apr '17 10:03:00 PM by Eachiunn

SHIPWREKT (DUN-DUNUN-DUNUN!)

Mila stood, walking over to the corpse, tearing off some meat, tearing a chunk out with her teeth and forcing it into the warriors hands. It was a peace offering.

Fathom chortled. "Wisdom costs beauty." He said, submerhing before rising out as he looked at the bear, giving up on the queen of the skies coming down. "What is your name, Master Bear?"

Vox

Azale swiped at the arsonist with her claws as she went up, but due to the speed of their fall the blow whiffed right over their head. And while getting in the air was easy enough for Azale, getting back down (quickly enough to attack the arsonist, anyway) was another story. She could only wait for gravity to do its work and bring her hurtling back down.

Amalda, meanwhile, managed to make it over to where the arsonist and presumably her BAE were going to land. It seemed like there were people handling the matter of the arsonist already, but Amalda pulled out her hammer just in case.

Sorry about the lateness, y'all! Once school finishes I'll prolly be freer to hammer away at this, sorry about that.

Stratus—Everybody Knows Shit Fuck

Whomever was inside Effarian's tent could seemingly sense Calum, somehow, and a voice called out to him. They sounded like a woman when they called out, "Come in, come in. I don't recognize you from either of the armies, you a new recruit? What are you here for?"

"Yeah, sure dog, what's up?" Gryffis didn't suspect shit, and just sorta kept walking with him.

So it came to pass that Jorge's scenes were, secretly, taking place about a day in the past.

After what was a fairly monotonous and as a result peaceful ride for awhile, it appeared that Jorge's ride finally got to that detour it mentioned. Messing About had stopped, and from within the hold you could hear the telltale signs of weapons reeling into position.

From about a hundred yards away, a skiff had pulled up on the Shipwreck! The crew had its weapons armed and ready: a net cannon, two harpoon guns, and a real-ass swivel cannon on the front. It started opening fire on the BAEs and their Masters, sending hot metal death scything through the air at them.

The figure landed square in Galrin's jaws, but held firm. It braced its feet against the backs of the giant fox's teeth, held its sword at its side, dangling out of his mouth, and held its free hand up against the roof of his mouth. Now suddenly engaged in a grapple, jaw-to-fists, Galirin might have figured out who they were dealing with. If not then, then anyone who didn't figure that shit out already would have known when a spout of flame erupted from the tip of the person's sword, sending her rocketing to the side out of the BAE's maw and skidding to a stop in the street, directly in front of the like 2 to 4 Masters who were running around on the ground and ready to fuck her shit up.

Jorge went up quickly, Tarrlock following afterwards. "What the hell is going on?" He demanded.

Stratus

Calum gulped, thinking about this - he doubted that whatever was within that tent was really as much a woman as they sounded like. He kept his hand steady as he moved toward the tent, deciding to enter, "I am here to stop the battle about to break out - I had heard that they wait for Effarian to move to deliver blessing. This farmland should not see the scourges of battle delivered upon it."

As much as I would enjoy eliminating the criminals myself, I have to focus on stopping the fighting before it begins. Yet...why am I so disappointed by, thus, being unable to fight against those soldiers...?

SHIPWRECKING

Fathom bellowed in annoyance, before pulling back into the water. Mila seized the warrior, and fell into the water in an attempt to pull him in with her., her mouth opening and closing like a fish's before she pressed her mouth to his...Air.

Fathom tore through the water below the two before arching up, blasting a depth charge ahead of him-a wave of pure force before his heavily boned and armored skull smashed into the hull.

Vox - Guess Who!

So the mysterious cloaked figure was definitely a certain person and definitely someone that Daev didn't expect to be here today and the result of this was he was caught off guard and very much confused.

"Do I need to say told ya so? Cause I think I need to say told ya so."

He didn't move to attack, how could he without having to scramble through his bag for a frypan or just swing the bag around... But he decided to slowly move to encircle the Icon with the other Masters.

"Okay, alright. C-can we just take a moment and get this situation shored up and explained? Mostly because I think we should let her explain herself..?"

Vox- Burning Town

Valan dashed past his very stunned BAE pulled up behind the other masters, having put away his bow and drawn his swords. He was tempted to attack directly, but from what he had seen and heard, even with the support of the other Masters (and he didn't know if he even had so much as that) he would get curbstomped- fast.

Galirin trotted up behind his master, a low growl growing in his throat. "Valan, be careful; This is the witch that locked me away."

Valan glanced at the other people around him. There was a woman and a gigantic Cassowary thing. A freaking Cassowary. There, of course, was the gigantic wolf and the werewolf guy person. And then there was a guy who looked... well, there wasn't anything that really stood out about him, but he seemed... brave. And of course there was a massive snake next to him, which wasn't anything out of the ordinary, so he ignored...

... wait, what?

Valan did a double take, and almost said something before Galirin smacked him on the back of his head with a paw. "Keep your eye on her," he growled, his red eyes never leaving the figure.

Valan nodded. "Uh... Personally, I'm more interested in gutting her, but if you want to question her, we can," he told what he assumed was the Master of the snake BAE. Personally, he just wanted to kill the Icon, but making allies was important.

Vox

Azale's eyes lit up when she saw the spout of flame.

"Ooh, It's going to be really fun ripping you apart isn't it?" Azale's tone is maniacal as she lands on the ground, cracking the street beneath her. After taking a moment to collect herself, she starts sprinting after the Icon.

Amalda walked over to the other Masters. "I don't think there's much she could explain. You saw that fire didn't you?" She didn't really care what they did to the arsonist.. or Icon, as it seemed she was. Then again, if she were left to (presumably) keep setting fires it could hamper what few trade routes were left...