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Post by Shale on Mar 25, 2013 8:02:24 GMT -5
When they got out of the main entrance and into the world the time of day seemed different. It was early morning all over again and they were facing the sun. Having just thrown up took some blood out of his stomach and sent it back into his body diluting the poison slightly. It was like a bad hangover when the light hit his face. Obviously the construction of the castle was built to face directly into the sun for some reason. "Ah wait for a second..." Zathire looked down at the ground and wiped sweat off his brow. "You have no idea how annoying this is..." He took a moment to catch his breath then pulled his arm away from her. "Please don't help me, it makes it hard for me to get used to balancing on my own." He stumbled a bit then squinted his eyes and shook his head again taking several blinks at the ground.
After that he summoned a large breath. "I honestly have no idea what I'm doing here... but I think my sanity is returning a bit." He was walking a bit more straight though whenever the path he chose to walk wasn't flat he slowed down and took a considerable time to balance.
Being still somewhat in a stupor he was more talkative. "You know, after adoption I took a considerable time studying alchemy. If this world had half the technology of my mentor's factory I could probably analyze the chemistry of the toxin a procure a mild antidote."
Zathire suddenly dropped to his knees. His head was curled down and he was breathing hard. If she came up to him at this moment he'd refuse the offer to stand up and say: "Just a moment, you have no idea how hard it is to stay awake." If she came later or he'd finished summoning some effort within himself he'd stand up with or without her help. "I guess I can trust you now." He closed his eyes managing the splitting headache he had. "After seeing the whole portal thing I assumed you were the one that killed that whole town. I had to check with Alene to make sure it wasn't you."
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Post by Baiken on Apr 1, 2013 3:10:38 GMT -5
Baiken was already annoyed enough carrying th e wobbling barbarian. When he finlly spoke up to get his own grip on balance, she happily obliged and released him. She glared at him when he spoke of not knowing what he was doing here.
Then the words of alchemy came from his mouth and she was a little baffled to hear him speak as though he had more on his brain than food, and getting one foot in front of the other. Her hand moved to the back of her neck as he dropped to his knees. He obviously needed a bit of breathing room. She'd walked off and used one of the bottles of meed to fill with water and brought it back to him. The water from the surrounding moat of the castle had been kept incredibly clean. King Ky's orders that the smog would be removed from this city.
When he mentioned that he'd asked that little girl of her honesty she had half a mind to smash the bottle over the back of his head. Though she didn't act on the thoughts, or show that she had them. Instead she knelt down showing him the bottle.
“It's water. You want it drink it, you don't want it, then don't.” Was all she said as she set it down beside him and stood up again.
The sudden sound of a guitar screaming had her tense. There was only one person with one that she knew of. She hated the terrible noise it made. Something that the dark haired woman claimed to be MUSIC when it just sounded like nonsense to her own ears.
“OOOOH~ Baiken~ Who's this delicious beef of a man you're smashing into castles with?” The voice confirmed the samurai's thought.s
Overhead of them floated a buxom red leather witch. Sitting on the back of her guitar as pleasantly plump thighs squeezed around the body of the instrument. The neck pressed neatly between her busting cleavage as it hung almost exposed by the red leather vest. She clearly didn't mind anything showing.
“I-no...” The name falling from Baiken's lips in nothing other than irritation. Her fist curling tightly at her side. Here would be a mistake to fight this woman. The war was over, and Ino was considered 'ally' to the King now. Still, it did nothing to soften the absolute rage building like wild fire in Baiken's core. Her hot temper flaring now as she sneered. Her nails dug aggressively into her palm as she forced herself from grabbing her blade and taking after the witch right then and there. If it wasn't for the armed guards surrounding the entire city, she'd have done it.
The witch suddenly beginning to pout seeing the anger build so quickly. It was an obvious taunt with the glint of mischief glimmering in brilliant green eyes. “Aww, poor man, you're still mad at me.” She couldn't hold back the grin on her ruby red lips. Referring to Baiken as a man seemed to pull for some form of insult, but in truth it hadn't been one at all.
Ino knew she was untouchable, and floated her way down to the level of the man kneeling on the ground to get a better look at his face while she continued to keep a safe distance out of arms reach. “So, who are you?” Her voice was that of a singer. Delicate, lyrical, and incredibly pleasing to the ear. Despite the snarky tone she usually carried, it had changed to a much more interested and sincere tone towards Zathire.
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Post by Shale on Apr 1, 2013 22:58:31 GMT -5
Zathire took the bottle and drained it in one swig. He considered thanking her, then not finding a reason too wiped his lips to rub some of the chapped skin off.
Zathire heard several things that he kept in mind that seemed one way but considering how ridiculous everything was so far might be another. One, was he delicious in the expected sexy way, or did this witch actually eat people. Two, was Baiken being made fun of for being manly, or was she once a man and punished by this witch to turn into a female. He obviously was not stupid enough to repeat these questions out loud, since it was obvious which of the two possibilities seemed obvious and which ones were ridiculous to imagine. He just made a mental note to keep his mind open considering how weird the whole portal thing was, not to mention this world with rainbow haired people.
Zathire was asked who he was, but he did not answer. "Baiken, who is she and why does she want to know who I am?" He was certainly not ready to trust a wizard, especially one with a hat that he automatically took a disliking too. As for her though, she was rather attractive, but it had little persuasion as to what he considered an assumable threat based on the way Baiken was not happy at all.
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Post by Baiken on Apr 1, 2013 23:54:55 GMT -5
Baiken was busy thinking of ways to properly slice the witch into pieces. Zathire's question finally hitting her a good 30 seconds after he'd asked it. "Her name is I-no, otherwise known as the city's witch-bitch. She's sided with King Kiske, so as much as I want to rip her throat out, no one can touch her without getting the punishment for treason." She was definitely thinking and speaking with anger. Though this didn't do much but elicit giggles from Ino.
"You really do hold grudges...Baiken, I wasn't the one who wiped out your country, so get the stick out of your ass about me." Whelp, the sweet and sultry tones had left the witch's voice to be replaced with a threatening vibrato. Still strangely pleasing to the ear.
The comments went unheard by Baiken. "More than likely, she just wants a new toy to play with, since you're unaware and not from here, and she knows it by the look of you, she'll try and coax you into being some friend. She's rather lonely." Her tone had relaxed, anger still obviously bubbling under the surface.
The witch had no rebuttal. Instead, she pulled the same thing Baiken was doing. Ignoring any negative comments, and returning her attention to Zathire. "Why don't you come with me instead, I can be a lot more fun than this old geezer." With a flick of her wrist she tossed the hat away, the thing making a bit f a squeak before it vanished into a cloud of red dust. Short black hair was cropped around her jawline in a suiting fashion, a better view of her face now. Her hands folding over one another as she rest her chin on them, still balancing quite easily over her guitar as she hovered just a few feet away.
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Post by Shale on Apr 2, 2013 0:33:41 GMT -5
Zathire was getting the feeling that there was a certain level of immature rivalry between them and he was being turned into a prize as a means for them to declare a winner and a looser.
Zathire trusted Baiken slightly more, simply because he'd known her longer, though he didn't automatically assume he knew the whole picture. He supposed he better say something... "Eh, I'm too brain dead to deal with this shit... Fucking poison... Hey Baiken, can she fix my poison or is she one of those people to do something suspicious?"
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Post by Baiken on May 3, 2013 0:53:24 GMT -5
"You know, you could just ask me nicely, fatass." The witch commented to Zathire in a rude tone before Baiken had even been given a chance to answer.
"You can judge her for yourself. I don't trust her, but that's only because she's gotten in my way a number of times." Baiken was quick at ignoring most things Ino normally had to say. It had become easy enough over time, even with the itch in her fingers to cut her into pieces.
Ino gritted her teeth before smacking her hand over the barbarian's face without much hesitation. A green light flowing from her fingertips in an instant it sent a burst of energy over his entire body from his face to his toes. The amount given was enough to heal the poison, and rid him of any other injuries he might have had. She wanted to show she wasn't on the bad side anymore, but on her own. A childishly stupid attempt to show off, and make Baiken look like an asshole at the same time. It probably wouldn't work in her favor.
"There, see? It's not that fucking hard to let someone help you out, Baiken." She remarked, stubborn and childish as she was going to be, even going as far as sticking her tongue out. She was trying everything just to get under Baiken's skin. Though most of her attempts were really in the wrong direction.
Baiken had no comment, only raised brow. "You really are stupid." The remark coming from he in almost a confused tone. As simple as it was it was only aggravating the busty witch more.
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Post by Shale on May 3, 2013 1:25:09 GMT -5
A hand came down and barged into his face. He wasn't the type to dodge anything and in this case wasn't even expecting there to be a reason.
The ogre of a woman tossed him back like a rag or as if she'd been anchored into something heavier than she looked to be herself. Zathire didn't blink or grunt or complain, though he was rather surprised. He liked it.
Nothing like a woman with some strength. He got up and was surprised to find she healed him. "Hey thanks." He was fairly certain he didn't really belong anywhere and was easy to go on a whim. He decided to take her request and pulled himself up onto the guitar or pulled the woman down to him more rather as the device might adjust to his weight.
He was a little suspicious, but didn't really have much to go on and was sort of winging his life to begin with. He hugged onto her back tightly. "Alright let's go where ever the hell you planned."
He had gained a bit of trust simply from the light being a healing green life-force that reminded him of elves from when he was rescued as a kid. And the majority of the fact remained, she was an attractive woman and he really liked the idea of her company.
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Post by Baiken on May 3, 2013 2:29:14 GMT -5
Baiken narrowed her eyes at the two of them. It didn't really matter where he got help from, this was going to give her a chance to settle back down. She could consider this a neat little advaenture, as he settled himself on the guitar, she was off. Not a single turn back as she pulled her pipe from her kimono and lit the flint to leave.
Ino was surprised at the weight pulled on her guitar as he sat down, forcing enough magic to keep it from hitting the ground. The blisteringly warm embrace of his arms had her grinning. So he chose to go with her? That was a pleasant surprise, and Baiken wasn't throwing a fit which was an even bigger one. She'd figured her to have something to say about it. Didn't matter.
"Alright then, big boy. You're gonna help me catch something to eat. I'm fucking starving." With that she gave a burst of energy to send them sailing upwards. She'd hope he wasn't going to fall off the damn thing and drag her with. Her grip over the neck was stern enough as she leaned forward.
"What's your choice of food. 'Fine Dining?'" Pointing to a rather elegant building with lights hanging off the sides. "Or we can go for something a little more wild like what you look like you crush on a daily basis with these hands of yours." She turned enough to see him over her shoulder. "You don't look like the 'fine dining' type...there should be some pretty big game in that forest over there." She pointed again, this time towards the forestry that was pretty far off near a mountain range. It wouldn't take but a minute or two to get there by flight.
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Post by Shale on May 4, 2013 0:45:32 GMT -5
Zathire laughed, "I can crush the fine diner just as well." When she headed towards a forest he hid a bit of a smile.
What sort of woman goes immediately looking for meat in a forest? He was skeptical of trusting her at first, he almost thought Baiken might have had some secret message and wanted him to assassinate her. He didn't do this though, he wasn't paranoid enough to make that kind of random guess. So far things were looking very bright by his definition of what he enjoyed, other than the very unpleasant guitar wedged between his legs.
He could deal with that though.
"So let me get this straight..." Zathire leaned a bit over her shoulders to lesson some of the weight for a second as he tried to re-balance. "You just found me and collected me without much of any reason and now want to barge into a forest and eat delicious animals?" He was careful to word his sentence to give a slight conviction that she may be an idiot, or that he was simply baffled, though in truth he was just testing her to make sure it wasn't too good to be true.
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Post by Baiken on Jun 18, 2013 21:47:14 GMT -5
She really couldn't help but grin at his words over crushing the diner. That definitely sounded like a hell of a lot of fun. She looked back over her shoulder, just enough to catch site of him while he sat ever so close upon her ass. Not that she blamed him for that either. She was definitely amused by it.
She had her reason of being alone to blame for "collecting" him, but not a damn word about that was going to be spoken as she stared forward again, fingers pushing through her short black hair before she finally spoke up to answer.
"Something like that, you've got a hell of a lot of brawn. And I like someone who can take a beating and walk away from it. As for barging into a forest for meat. Why the fuck not? You look like you do this shit on a normal bases by means of skin it, and eat it raw." She said with a slight shrug of her shoulders. Not like she was lying.
As they easily floated along at such a height, she caught site of some pretty big game.
"I haven't tried bear yet. I hope you can survive a landing." Without much more warning than that, she tipped backwards and ripped the guitar from beneath the two of them, with her free hand prying his fingers from her and dropping him as she fell towards the desired target. She'd let him go a bit early, intent on smashing the beastly animal herself as she held the instrument as a bludgeon over her head and came down with the speed of her fall behind that ogre-like strength intent on smashing the bear in the back before it had taken off and she hit the ground with a loud crash. Using the strength of her downswing to flip herself over and land on her feet. The front of her boots hitting the ground and sliding forward before she planted the thick heals and came to a halt just inches from smashing her pretty face into a tree. She gave a quiet huff of relief, not wanting to even deal with healing herself from minor injury.
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Post by Shale on Aug 10, 2013 23:09:08 GMT -5
Zathire didn't put up much of a fight. Her release of him was literally a less than a well balanced act. First came his face, then came the tree. Not being much more than a brick he crashed through the branches about as ungracefully as humanly possible if not worse. His highlight being the branch he snapped with his neck on the way down. Despite the fall the landing wasn't half bad, a rather normal two feet and one hand on the ground.
The bear was rather alarmed by all this, which was annoying meaning it would probably run away. Not Zathire's specialty in hunting. It all mattered how quick he was.
He scrambled over a bunch of crunchy maple leaves then shouted a simple word: "BEAR!" It defensively rose on its hind legs. Zathire delivered two punches to the bear's face which had little to no effect other than to make the fatty layers around it's neck ripple. The bear then retorted with two slashes to Zathire's chest painting a red "X" and slashing his shirt right off as well as tossing him off balance, though not enough to topple the stubborn barbarian.
"Come on more!" he chanted stupidly, obviously enjoying the pain.
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Post by Baiken on Nov 28, 2013 13:04:30 GMT -5
I-no pushed from the tree and turned about the time the second punch made contact. Standing wih disbelief as she watched the fight. A small smile of amusement crossed her features as she watched them continue. A single brow rose at the chant.
Spinning her guitar at her hand and swinging it up once more to rest it on her shoulder with her wrist keeping it balanced.
"Can't believe Baiken gave up a treat like you so easily, barbarian boy," laughing as she watched the bear charge him again. "Take that bear down!" The encouraging cheer called with her hand pressed to the side of her mouth to project it to the guy she picked up so easily.
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Post by Baiken on Nov 28, 2013 13:04:37 GMT -5
I-no pushed from the tree and turned about the time the second punch made contact. Standing wih disbelief as she watched the fight. A small smile of amusement crossed her features as she watched them continue. A single brow rose at the chant.
Spinning her guitar at her hand and swinging it up once more to rest it on her shoulder with her wrist keeping it balanced.
"Can't believe Baiken gave up a treat like you so easily, barbarian boy," laughing as she watched the bear charge him again. "Take that bear down!" The encouraging cheer called with her hand pressed to the side of her mouth to project it to the guy she picked up so easily.
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Post by Shale on Dec 24, 2013 1:03:04 GMT -5
"Hardeh fried bacon anyone? Hardeh fried bacon?" The call fell on a few sparse passer-bys who were deaf to the sale.
A sizzling cart passed by, it bore an actual flame and toting along such a set up like a wheelbarrow stood a massive man. He wore a pink cotton shirt with a sweat stain on his belly. The work he was doing pushing this heavy cart was a salute to his physical prowess. Namely his calves were huge, but they were hidden in fine white dress pants as were any of his muscles in a thick layer of corpulence. Though what he sold more matched his red and black flannel coat and soft matching checkered golf hat.
He sold bacon and had a hot aluminum plate where the sizzling hors-devours were awaiting. A massive thick leathery farmer's hand flipped the sizzling treats with hot spatula. It was clear his skin had seen many burns and his greasy cart served many pigs. At the moment, the streets were rather baron, and so he proceed to pass by a lonely walking figure.
She seemed to mope almost, with her head down as if she wanted to pay him no heed. Such lack of attention wouldn't do. He didn't want to shout his telltale: "Bacon, bacon, get yer bacon!" right in her ear so he decided to try by what his terms were a more friendly and less rude approach. His belly protruded a good three feet forward so he was both adjacent and behind her when a massive right hand swooped down for her back in a friendly hello for attention.
The only problem was he was a bit obese, and by a bit, massively; he definitely appeared like he loved his product perhaps a bit too much, and as such, his hand was a bit uncontrolled and with sufficient force to send a surprised woman of her size, stumbling forward a good three paces to prevent toppling over. "Why ya look'n so down miss?" he begin to say whilst recoiling his chin a little shocked from the accidental force of his blow. General concern marked his confused face with an upturned brow as he held his spatula in his left hand and recoiled his right with some modesty for his mistaken action.
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Post by Baiken on Jan 5, 2014 1:27:13 GMT -5
Baiken was feeling weary. Fatigue strong on her system while rubbing her stomach lightly. Food. She needed something to eat soon. The smell of food hit her nose and then the slam of a hand in her back made her glare at the fat ass that smacked her. In the split second that it took for him to realize what he'd done, and gain initial panic, Baiken had drawn his sword and had it resting ever so lightly against the roll of his second chin.
"Do. Not. Touch. Me." Was the simplistic threat that came with the blade brushing against his jolly neck. Slowly retracting and slipping it back into it's scabbard he looked the food over. "What the hell is this?" Pink brow quirked at the strong smelling food.
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