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Post by Vanitypirate on May 12, 2019 9:08:25 GMT -8
It was thrilling: even the glancing blow against his side was just a testament to the hunt.
Ponytail let his rifle swing limp from the strap about his shoulder as he grasped at the creature's version of a forearm, twisting it back and away to gain purchase behind the shield where the monster cowardly hid. With his free hand, he deftly slipped his flintlock pistol from his holster and in the next moment jammed the barrel beneath whatever chin the fishman had.
With a grin as he relished in the glory of this encounter, to save the others from their naivety and pry a beast from its shelter, he pulled the trigger and promptly burst the monster's head in a flash of gunpowder.
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Post by Machevelli on May 12, 2019 9:58:19 GMT -8
"Uh, Charis, I'm not exactly a murder of crows... and there aren't any eagles around..." Seeing her comrades rush into battle, Missy steels herself and decides she would try and help, turning back into a crow and flying above the ensnared pelagic, before shifting into a cat mid-flight and landing atop its head, clawing at the shaman's eyes.
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Post by rosallora on May 12, 2019 15:44:13 GMT -8
The sound that comes from the shaman is inhuman and blood curling. Its face is marred with scratches, one eye completely liquified by the woman - now cat's - efforts. It, enraged, is able to grab the slippery creature in one webbed hand, and throws it across the room, the poor feline hurtled against the coral covered walls. It looks at the group, half-blind and angry with rage, its companion already slumped to the ground, head a fishy, grey-matter mess. Ponytail is covered in the blood of his efforts, the liquid cold and thinly viscous.
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Post by twostepsback on May 12, 2019 18:23:33 GMT -8
The shaman's death is quick, as Charis' sword pierces its neck from the blinded side. "Eye on your opponent, fishface." She growls, her left arm wrapped around her middle.
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Post by Machevelli on May 12, 2019 18:38:12 GMT -8
Missy hit the coral-filled wall with a sickening crunch and a startled meow, then dropped to the floor, viscous red fluid painted on a particularly sharp piece of coral. She whimpered weakly, the pain too sharp and distracting to change to other forms, then laid her head down on her paws.
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Post by Vanitypirate on May 12, 2019 19:11:49 GMT -8
It was the bone-chilling crunch and the pained yelp that had Ponytail turn around, at last, from the carcass of his kill. He coughed as his lungs tired themselves over this momentary activity, and wiped the blood from his face with the sleeve of his coat.
He gave a hasty look around the room, noting Charis looking a tad haggard, and Missy seeming... dire. A creature of her size couldn't take much of a beating, and he worried how her current wounds might persist when she took her human form.
"A moment, just--" His eyes widened and he hastily shook the smoke from his pistol before holstering it. He hurried to the fallen Missy to assess how terribly bad of a way she was in.
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Post by EtherealNoire on May 13, 2019 7:51:26 GMT -8
The sea beast's demise appeased the thorns that bound its hollow shell and amidst their return to inky depths, a new song filled the cave. One for rest and gentle guidance, gifted to all that passed beneath her hands.
It lapped like waves against the walls, soothing to every heart and mind that shared in Talea's melody, and her features too found favor again in the fire's glow. Ethereal sight banished to the quietus realms from whence it had come.
Yet in the flicker of shadows as she turned to face the others, a wince sparked and vanished upon her visage. For just below her throat, concealed beneath her blouse as it bore scarlet beads like berries against her skin, circled a collar of thorns. Her promised protection and commanded solatium later to the Night.
"Missy.." she lamented, drifting past the others to kneel at the beast singer's side. In her bag she searched for any charm that might lend the women aid. Natheless, her heart quaked with anguish over the fear there might yet prove none.
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Post by twostepsback on May 13, 2019 8:30:16 GMT -8
Charis hobbles over to a nearby rock, eases herself to the floor of the cave, and suppresses a sigh as she begins to pluck out the sea urchin spines that are still stuck in her torso. "Talea, can you bring that torch back over here, I need to see what kind of damage I'm dealing with," Charis says as she pulls out the last spine she could grab with her bare hands. "Pony, can you bring Missy over to me, as well? I'll take a look at her once I've finished tending to my wounds." Charis amends as she tries to find the tweezers in her medical bag.
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Post by Machevelli on May 13, 2019 9:32:59 GMT -8
Missy whimpers and attempts to lift herself off of the ground, but falls back onto the cold cove floor. Blood continues to ooze out of her wound, staining and matting her fur surrounding the wound. Her weak cries quiet as she faints, unconsciousness undoing her transformation. Strangely, the coral-shaped puncture wound is larger on human Missy, blood painting her bare skin crimson.
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Post by Vanitypirate on May 13, 2019 12:51:06 GMT -8
Ponytail sat on his knees, but it didn't take a doctor to assess how hurt the now-unconscious Missy was. He hadn't expected her to already be losing so much blood... and if she now fainted, they might not have much time left.
With haste, he rifled through his bag for a bandage, some cloth-- anything to staunch the bleeding, whatever he found first. Locating the cloth with which he used to clean and dry his gun, his bloodied hands made to stuff the fabric into the puncture wound as much as he could.
"Miss Talea, please, please, hold the cloth down. This is too much blood..." He practically begged her as he dolled out his gunpowder, measuring it out hastily from a waterskin-like container into his gun. With another small, steel rod, and a round bullet, he rammed them back into the barrel to reload the pistol. He had no doubt in his mind they might need to use it again.
"Are you injured badly, Charis? What has happened?" He glanced to her anxiously; if half the party was wounded, retreat would not only be difficult, but necessary.
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Post by EtherealNoire on May 13, 2019 15:03:18 GMT -8
Having bestowed the torch on stones nearby, Talea knelt beside the wounded girl, cloth clasped in pallid fingers. Yet in the other she held a cylindrical stone, grinding against the herb-laden bowl nestled between her thighs. Hazel of witches, pale snow blossoms of yarrow, their uses painted visions sharp against her mind: ice banks speckled scarlet and bites burrowed as deep in flesh as coffin nails in oak.
To this she lent her song, mixing herbs with melodies and mingling all with blood. Once poultice bound the wound in virescent shield and crimson slowed beneath her hands, she placed once more the cloth upon the beast singer's frame to hold her safe from sorrow's bitter grasp.
"Carry her yonder from this cursed haunt. Spirits be with thee."
Talea invoked a ward of shelter upon Missy and Pony, imploring safe passage, before she turned to Charis. Bearing torch and salve, she offered aid to the Worshipper of Light.
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Post by twostepsback on May 13, 2019 15:40:40 GMT -8
"The Staff wielder got me in the stomach with his weapon," Charis explains as she uses one hand to hold a wound dressing to the area she already cleared, before becoming alarmed at how quickly it becomes soaked. "Shit! That shouldn't be happening!" She yelps as she digs through her bag again for more wound dressing.
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Post by Vanitypirate on May 13, 2019 16:09:20 GMT -8
Ponytail replaced Talea's hands that pressed the cloth into Missy's wound. His eyes flitted between Talea and Charis, as the women tended to each other. It would be a crime to leave them to fend for themselves... but he worried himself over how much time Missy had left before the situation grew more dire.
"Miss Talea." He held the loaded pistol carefully and set it gently beside the two, "Please, keep my gun with you. Bring it to me when you have escaped this place. If you have need of it, aim the hole of the gun to the enemy and pull the trigger. Stiffen the arm so that the force of the gun doesn't stray your bullet."
He furrowed his ginger brows worriedly at he looked over Missy, pressing the cloth to her again as he lifted her, one arm supporting her knees, and the other her shoulders.
"Farewell. We must quit this place quickly. If I do not see you return, I will come back for you. This I promise."
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Post by EtherealNoire on May 14, 2019 15:40:01 GMT -8
Talea dipped her head to the light dweller, granting he depart, nay though the air swam with the scent of his ash. It filtered through the torch light, while venom from his metal snake sifted across the sullied stones, coating her bare soles grey like scorched wood. A frown creased her lips, a warning to the snake as she shifted to Charis' flank.
Though the woman spoke, Talea filled the silence between breaths with naught but melodies. A mirror to the siren's call, soft and soothing like she had slipped out of the waters with them. It was to this calm she added her poultice, dabbing it in familar motions to the wounds bubbling forth from Charis with every beat of her mortal heart.
The torch flickered sunset and bronze against her hands when she withdrew, spinning pools of copper from gore.
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Post by twostepsback on May 15, 2019 4:08:36 GMT -8
The bleeding lightens up enough for Charis to apply stitches to the numerous punctures. "Hah... Thanks for the help." Charis sighs as she finishes tending to her injuries, opting to leave the rest of the urchin's spines in her body for now. Charis packs away her supplies, grabs Ponytail's gun and the lit torch, and heads back over to the hidden locked compartment that Missy had pointed out before the fight with the Pelagics. "We might as well investigate this... I'd rather that this trip isn't a complete bust, and we bring something back, other than injuries." Charis explains as she places Ponytail's pistol on the floor.
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