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zenderael_rl2013-05-21 08:30 pm
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[EVENT] Phase II reunions!
Who: OPEN!
When: Week 32
Where: Bastan/Fall City/Underwood
Before/After: After the Phase II merge
Warnings: TBA
[Suddenly we have almost the entire cast of the game in the same place at the same time! What does that mean? REUNION THREADS!]
[Here is an open post for all your threading needs! This should make it easier to have mingling threads, open threads, random encounters, multiple participants, etc etc etc]
[Basically any characters you'd like to have meeting up in the new, merged Bastan may do so here. Stick a time in your subjectline and if you're doing it on a day other than Sunday (this post is good for all of week 32), add a date tag for it. Go wild!]
When: Week 32
Where: Bastan/Fall City/Underwood
Before/After: After the Phase II merge
Warnings: TBA
[Suddenly we have almost the entire cast of the game in the same place at the same time! What does that mean? REUNION THREADS!]
[Here is an open post for all your threading needs! This should make it easier to have mingling threads, open threads, random encounters, multiple participants, etc etc etc]
[Basically any characters you'd like to have meeting up in the new, merged Bastan may do so here. Stick a time in your subjectline and if you're doing it on a day other than Sunday (this post is good for all of week 32), add a date tag for it. Go wild!]
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Virelai held her ground-- also a matter of honor-- and thrust her palms against Colonel Sanders' beak with the confidence she could stop his ramming charge with her strength alone.
It was a miscalculation.
Her strength only held a few moments before the bird was able to bowl her over. Virelai tumbled, scrambling to find her footing without being sliced by his talons. A weapon would have been improper against this rival. They would fight only with what nature gave them, and she would counter his attack in kind.
With a fierce battle cry (a softer, Vivi battle cry), she popped back to her feet with aims to headbutt Colonel Sanders in his feathery chest.
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The headbutt slammed into Colonel Sanders's breastbone, knocking the bird back with that mighty yelp. He stumbled, feet kicking out underneath him, until he found his footing. Somehow or another -- and much to Lera's amazement, as she had no earthly idea -- Colonel Sanders knew kung-fu. The bird ran in closer again, turned on one foot, and brought the other scaly leg up in a roundhouse kick.
The talons were curled in, at least -- though more to keep them from catching something, rather than to spare Virelai any harm.
"Colonel Sanders!" Lera shrieked, "but why!"
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Yes. They were much alike. Mirrors of one another. Virelai could not lose to this beastly shadow.
She dropped into a duck under the kick and swept her own legs out in a trip. The Ahura may have been able to rely on his fists, but Virelai's arms lacked reached. Colonel Sanders had the right idea. This was a battle of legs, and though she lacked talons, a berserker's bones could withstand great force.
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Lera stopped her protests to stare. Her mount was engaging a pink-haired berserker in a martial arts battle. This went from dismaying to fascinating.
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Even flailing kicks from talons were dangerous. Virelai rolled out of the way, but that would give Colonel Sanders enough time to get back up. She reengaged him instantly, snapped her leg in a kick for his chest bones again.
Her balance wavered and she fell, catching herself on her hands and spinning her body in a cartwheeled kick.
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The Colonel tried to get a bite onto the fur pelt mantle and lift up sharply -- then with a sudden twist of his neck, fling her aside and into a nearby wall.
Even dire chickens knew how to throw their opponents!
Lera, in the meantime, started recording it with her phone. Yeah, she thought, this was happening.
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He threw a guy! Into a wall! A guy that was her! Virelai's eyes blazed with her own sense of rivalry in defiance of growing exhaustion. She would not be outdone...!
She charged in again, body low to the ground before she was fully upright and prepared for an exchange of blows. Everything needed her awareness. Her fury! Duck, dodge, parry. Maybe less parry. She could still feel the first blow in her arm bones. Unarmed combat was more difficult than she imagined.
Offense was the best defense! The berserker way...! Her form may have not been solid, but berserker's strength and speed let her leg fire off in a rapid flurry of kicks that blurred together in her assault.
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The kicks slammed into Colonel Sanders, battering him backward. Yellow feathers flew freely when the blows landed; the dire chicken stumbled backward a few times, before he reached the same conclusion that Virelai did. He lunged forward, brought his big crested head back, and then swung it down hard for Virelai's head.
He was hardheaded. His headbutt was strong enough to not knock him out, too!
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Berserkers could be hardheaded themselves, but the force of both of them colliding at once was a little much. She bounced off with a deep thunk and whirled for balance, never finding it. Virelai fell back on her rear, vision blurred with specks of colored light obscuring her sight.
"Ah..."
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As if the aide could control that.
Instead, she jogged over to Virelai and extended a hand down. "I'm so sorry!" she said. "I--I have no idea what got into him!"
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It was the flavor of strife. Of an adversary met and not yet matched.
Of a nemesis born.
Virelai pulled herself up with Lera's help, eyes still distant from the concussion. "It is fate," she said, definite and absolute.
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"Are you okay?" she asked. "Some of those hits looked hard--um, especially that headbutt at the end."
And the fact her chicken could do martial arts fights. She felt like she should have been warned.
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Yeah, that was a pretty solid knock to her skull.
Virelai turned to look toward Colonel Sanders, but the whole world spun with her and she wavered until she found her balance.
"It begins."
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"Did you and my mount just swear an undying vendetta?"
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"Some conflicts follow us into the Dark.
"This is one such feud."
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"So you're..." She screwed her face up. "You're not made at me? Because my mount kicked you and stuff?"
She did get to meet him, at least, sort of...
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"What?" Virelai's eyes found their way back to Lera with some searching. "...No?" Should she have been? Her thoughts were a little slower. "One warrior cannot be held responsible for the decisions of another."
Except when they were literally responsible for their mounts as their caretakers, but never mind that for the moment. This was different.
She brightened. "Besides, it's important to have conflict."
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"I-I suppose so," she said. "Colonel Sanders certainly seems to enjoy conflict with others, so... I imagine he's happy about it?"
She looked back in his direction.
"To the extent he does happy, anyways."
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There were philosophies about life and the universe buried somewhere in Virelai. She was not in the condition to be speaking of them right now.
"... But happiness is one of the nicer ones... I like happiness."
The sky seemed suddenly fascinating to her the way she was looking at it.
"I hope you find happiness."
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She laughed nervously. "I think you hit your head?"
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Virelai's hand dropped to her side. "Okay," she agreed, entirely unconcerned. She even started off to lead the way, and by sheer luck had managed to orient herself in the proper direction.