When RP takes control IC thread

[Armphid]

Jasleth

"Whoa!" Jasleth jumped back from the madly flailing creature. "Nice confuse effect, Dom!" "See if you can get it going again, I'll hold off the second wave."

Without waiting for a reply, Jasleth rushed the first group of spiders. He snapped a side kick into one's head, snapping off a wicked mandible. Hopping to the right, he slammed a knee up under a second, before bringing an elbow down on it from above. Finally he grabbed one of the smaller spiders as it scullted past him by one foreleg. Spinning into its motion, he pitched it back into the mass of arachnids, sending the rest of the wave into a heap.

He was getting their attention now. All of it. With a faint rush of panic he realized that all of the second group of spiders had encircled him. He could hear the mandibles clacking as they prepared to ruch. Then the panic faded, and the savage grin returned to his face. This is what it was all about.

The spiders leaped as one. Jasleth struck out as they got close. A solid kick sent one spinning away, a backhand knocked two back, a knee struck one that had fallen short on his leap. He rolled forward, shaking off pummeling legs to come up with a rising uppercut on another one. The grin never wavered as he admitted to himself that he couldn't keep this up for much longer.

 

[katalynn]

Slowly changing the spell into an AE mezzing spell. Trying to get as many spiders calm and less agro letting the fighters work on each one. Was able to get most of them, would have tried the other spell, new one, but in this case needed something easy and I know will hold long enough.

 

[Armphid]

Jasleth

He actually laughed out loud when he saw the mez begin to take hold on most of the aracnids. "Nice timing, Kryss!" "I owe you one."

This was better. He turned to one of the still moving spiders, the creature seemingly taken aback that it's comrades had suddenly stopped fighting. A right hook broke one of the strange multi-jaws, the follow-up punch smashing another back into the head. He caught a blow to the thigh before a knee smash collapsed the armored shell in upon the thing's vitals.

With Kryss keeping them, mezzed, the rest of the party would mop them up easy. Taking a moment to channel the healing power of the Chakra technique, he moved up to the next target, now confident in victory. For all the bickering, they worked well together.

 

[katalynn]

Not hearing what was being said, just hoping that this fight will be over soon. I was keeping up with ease, at the same time this spell was a low lvl spell, if it breaks I'd be a meal for these things. Luckly it was holding up pretty well.

 

[Zax]

Poised at the base of the tree, leaning on the hilt of his sword, the Geomancer watched the ensueing battle. "...hmm...they might not have 'style' but you only need style when you care too much about other's opinions..." He looked up at the tree where the archer perched. "You seem to think they need your approval first..."

He turned back to the battle, and raised his blade infront of him, darting inwards, he sunk it into the side of a spider and leapt upwards, splitting it in two.

He grimaced as two more dropped from the trees to take it's place. "It's gonna be a long night.." He muttered as he swung his sword in a large arc, sweeping out several legs from the two.

His hand thrust outwards, more vines snapped up, entangling the monsters, pinning them down as he made short work of their remains.

Titling his head, he grunted, the last had fallen, and the survivors had retreated off towards the cave. "...I think we know we're going in the right direction now.."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Soliel

"My approval is like the approval of the gods. Or didn't you know?" She grinned widely at the geomancer. The falcon tittered softly, before swooping down to collect the used arrows. Watching as the overly intelligent bird did so, she turned her conversation back to the geomancer.

"I would like to think that I was a better judge of character if I am to be associated with these people....."

A squeal heralded the end of the falcon's job, and it dropped the arrows in her outstreched hand. She wiped off the offal on her pants. Even though her vest was ruined, it had to last her a bit longer....Until she got a new one or something. After they had been wiped clean, she replaced them back into the quiver. They were just entirely too hard to make [ by hand, which she did ] to loose them over a bunch of spiders.

The falcon, once the arrows had been replaced, perched on her shoulder and cooed pridefully, eyes closing as she stroked its head feathers.

"I know what I should name you...! Sinbad. Like the pirate. Even though 'Horus' would be more fitting, it's also trite in an over-used sense. So 'Sinbad' it is."

The newly dubbed Sinbad ruffled his feathers.

 

[Armphid]

Jasleth

Jasleth's fist burst the the bulging thorax of the last remaining spider, the other fleeing the small group of adventurers. "Looks like they've broken off." He grinned back at the party, spirits still soaring from the fight. "Great job, folks." "A very nice little fight."

He wiped a bit of ichor off his vest, then picked at a fractured bit of mandible lodged under one of his bracers. "If we're willing to take a breather, I have a heal technique that will affect anyone standing next to me."

Flicking the removed spider bit to the forest floor, he smiled up at the archer and the geomancer. "Afraid I didn't see much of your fight, but the few arrows I saw hit down here were awesome shots." No need to hold a grudge, especially against a teammate.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Soliel

"Save your asskissing for someone who wants it." She snapped. Sinbad squealed his agreement, ruffling his feathers and flapping his wings.

She shifted her posistion in the trees, studying her torn vest. A slight crimson trail laid beneath the ripped fabric. Taking it off, she inspected the bandages on her chest. There was a slight tear in the side, and a thin cut beneath. No big deal - not even worth a heal scroll. Putting her vest back on, she sighed. Sinbad swooped down, and landed at Jasleth's feet, studying him intently with a gold eye.

Before squealing like a banshee and flying at him, talons extended.

 

[Armphid]

Jasleth

"Whoa!" Jasleth went into a series of backflips, "What'd I say?"
He dove into a roll to avoid a dive by the screaming falcon. Geez, try and give someone a compliment...

"Hey, easy there Avenger!" He glared at the bird as it swooped back up into the sky. "We're on the same side here, you know?"

Damn thing...he wanted to swat it out of the sky. It wouldn't be that tough, but he wasn't about to go assaulting someone's familiar. "Soliel, you mind reining in the guard bird?" "I didn't mean any harm, you know." "Just professional appreciation of skill." He sighed, flipping back as the bird dove again at his head. Oy.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Soliel

"His NAME...is...Sinbad."

She added to her statement with a defiant nod of her head. Hearing his name, the falcon stopped mid-swoop, and returned to her outstreched arm. Once re-settled, he inched up her arm, brushing her cheek with an outstreched wing.

"And as I said, save your asskissing for someone with their ass already in position."

Was that another jab at the dancer? Why, I do believe it was! Sharing a glance with the falcon, she chuckled, the bird mimicking the sound in a softer coo and warm ruffling of feathers.

 

[Armphid]

Jasleth

He clenched a fist, struggling not to lose his temper. Damn him! Why couldn't he just let it be? "Yeah, well, seeing as your *** does most of your talking I can understand!" "You know, you'd be more pleasent if you got rid of your **** the usual way instead of spitting it out at everyone!" He regretted sayng that as soon as it left his mouth. He ground his teeth, waiting until he was sure he could trust himself not to lash out at the archer.

"Whenever you and Shazam there are ready then, let's get going." Turning his back onthe archer and his nutbar bird, he walked toward the mouth of the cave. He stared into the darkness. "I'm going to keep a lookout, just in case the kids come back with their big brothers." "The rest of you take five, I can use the Chakra and still be alert."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Soliel

"That wasn't very nice of him, was it, Sinbad?" She smirked to the bird. "Bring me back something that makes me feel better."

With a screech, the falcon took off. As she leapt to another branch, there came a loud cry of pain, and more edited swearing. The falcon swooped back, and deposited a lock of dark blue hair into her open palm.

"There's my lovely Sinbad....!"

Bunching up his feathers under the approval, he cooed, and glanced back to the now enraged Jasleth storming from the cave.

 

[Armphid]

Jasleth

The wine red eyes burned with rage. His handsome face was contorted into a hateful snarl. The same fists that had shattered armor before were white knuckled as he bore down on the tree the archer had retreated to. His head stung from where the damned bird had ripped his hair out.

"That tears it!" He broke into a run, "I'm not taking any more of your ****!" He leaped into the tree, flipping from branch to branch with surprising speed for his size until he stood before the dimunitive archer. A weak slap sent the falcon tumbling away through the air. Before the bowman he could react, he grabbed the bandages wrapped around the smaller figure's chest, picking the nimble archer off the branch and into the tree trunk. "What the hell is your problem anyway?" He felt the thin fabric start to rip but was beyond caring. "I've made every effort to make up for tricking you, I brush off insults that I should duel you for!" He punctuated each of his next words with a shake. "But you just won't lay off!"

The fabric he grasped ripped, the archer falling onto the branch. He tossed the cloth aside, grabbing the archer and pushing him back against the trunk, one hand on Soliel's chest. He started to speak when he realized that his hand was not resting against what it should be. It wasn't the hard muscle he'd expected. It was warm, soft, but with a firmness nonetheless. He squeezed tenatively, then looked down. Breasts. His face went scarlet, eyes growing wide, his anger forgotten. Soliel had breasts. Gorgeous breasts. He was a woman? He was a woman!

Jasleth looked up into her face dazed...then realized just what he had done. "Oh ****." He jumped back, horrified at waht had just occured. "****, ****, ****." He backed away, anger now embarrassment and fear. "I-I'm sorry!" "I didn't realize, uh, I mean I-" "You just...and then...I..." "****!" Jasleth leaped to another branch, getting ready to dodge the volley of arrows he was certain was about to turn him into the Prodigious Pincushion.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Soliel

Her dark skin turned a bright scarlet hue, and she squealed like a stuck pig as his hand squeezed on her breast.

"IT seemed like you were the ONLY ONE THAT DIDN'T GET THE FACT THAT I WAS A WOMAN!" Shaking in her anger, her trembling fingers reached back for an arrow. Notching it to the string, she let it fly. Too distracted by her own rage, the blunter stone arrow flew wild, impacting into a tree trunk. Growling, she slung her vest back on, tugging it closed so it would at least cover most of her breasts, and leapt after him, drawing another arrow.

This jumping wasn't going to get it - she needed a steady shot. Damn. She knew she hadn't worked up enough hit points for Sinbad to be able to change into a much larger [ and rideable ] falcon, and she swore.

"*^U$%^#$%#%$%&%(&$(%^&*%^!!!!! YOU DIRTY SUNNOVA******************!" A pause - she was catching her breath. "YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET A HOLD OF YOU YOU ****************************!"

Jumping to the next branch, her freed hand moved to tighten the vest over her breasts. Another arrow was notched, and aimed at the bouncing Monk. Damn him - why couldn't he hold still...?! Narrowing an eye, the finer tip of her obsidian arrow flew true, and snagged him by the pants to a branch. Leaping up to him, she jabbed him lightly in the chest with another arrow, before holding it right under his chin.

"Unlike the OTHER women in this party, I don't feel the NEED to shove my female 'assets' into the face of the opposite sex! I was dressed like a man for a REASON, and that was not to get jumped on by each and every horn dog or slut that chooses to log in! And now you've blown it!"

With an angry sigh, she snatched his headband from his head. Turning her back to him, she looped the thin cloth about her neck, before wrapping it about her breasts. Holding her breath to knot the headband at the small of her back, she tugged tight, making sure she had enough fabric to tie it. As her fingers secured it, she let out a breath. The knot held.

 

[Armphid]

Jasleth

He held his breath at the tore the headband from his head. Knowing it was foolish, he looked away as she began to srap it around herself. How big of an idiot was he? He should have figured it out when he saw her hair. Now he'd ruined any chance for party unity there was. But it wasn't his fault! If she'd just gotten off his case! He didn't know whether to weep or scream from frustration.

He reached down and started to quietly work the arrow out of the tree trunk. First things first. Get some distance between the two of you. Maybe we can work this out, but not if I get an arror through the eye. Then he stopped, and slumped. 'Course he deserved it. He'd groped her, molested her. Even if he hadn't meant to...(he'd meant to slap the shit out of her)..it was still unforgiveable. He knew that.

"Soliel...I'm sorry." "I lost my temper." "It's no excuse, I know." He closed his eyes, feeling disgust in his stomach. Another good thing ruined by his stupidity. Just like real life. "I won't run either." "If you want to punish me," he swallowed hard, "then go ahead." "I deserve it." "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" "To even try?"

 

[katalynn]

Kryss~

I couldn't believe these were actually fighting like this. I knew it was bound to happen, but still this was unreal. Sitting my knees meditating until these two now fools get over their rage.

We honestly should not be wasting time here, it looks like we are going to be here for awhile. I remebered that I had a leather vest that I never wore anymore, it would cover her completly and wouldn't have to wear that torn up one.

Knowing she would never accept anything from me, I handed it to the new guy that was leading us into the cave.

"Here, she can have this, though if she knew it was from me she won't accept. Just tell her it was yours or something, I'm more than certain she will accept from you." Quietly spoken, she was to distracted to see me hand it to the Geomancer. With that I sat back down on my knees and started to med up again. Waiting to move on.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Soliel

Snatching the arrow from his palm, she glared at him. Her face was as scarlet as her eyes, and she took in a deep breath, trying to calm down, even though with every racing heartbeat she wanted to turn around and smash the hell out of this loser.

"Anything.....?" Sinbad announced his presence by landing on the 'nest' of her turban, before glaring at Jas with a sharp golden eye.

"All right, then, you asked for it." Moving forward, she jerked down his pants, undergarments included, and stepped back, hands on her hips.

"Kuh." She nudged 'him' with the shaft of her reclaimed arrow. Withdrawing the shaft, she replaced it in the quiver. "You can pull up your pants now. Fair's fair. You got a look, so I get a look." She paused, recounting the events. "Well, you got a squeeze as well, but I won't collect on that. I'll just let you off with this."

Stepping forward, she gave him a left hook to the jaw, and then offered him a hand to help him up. "You didn't honestly think I was in the lady-like business of slaps, did you?"

Sinbad hadn't moved from his position in her turban.

"Unless you also plan with parting with that shirt of yours..."

 

[Armphid]

Jasleth

He shifted position still on the ground, trying to cover himself up a little. Trying to be more angered than aroused by all this. What the hell was wrong with him?

"No, I figured you were going to stab me." He squirmed a bit, wishing she would look away for a damn second. "As for the shirt, it's only fair." He felt himself flushing. He couldn't believe she's pulled his pants down, exposing him completely. He'd nearly died when she'd poked at him with the arrow. "Could you maybe turn around?" "I'll give you the shirt then...the vest if you want it too."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Soliel

"Hmmm....?" Startled out of her....sight-seeing, as it were, she turned around, back to him.

"No point in stabbing you. I don't get any extra HP for it, and I'll get bitched at by the Game for killing a party member." She rolled her eyes as she shifted her weight to her left foot. There was no way this headband was gonna hold her chest down.

"Sinbad, be a doll and get back my dagger, would you.....?"

Taking wing, the creature returned shortly, with her now very gorey dagger. Dropping it in her lap, he returned to his perch on her turban.

 

[Armphid]

Jasleth

He was surprised that he was slightly disappointed when she turned around. Quickly getting to his knees, he pulled his pants up, putting a loose knot in the sash that served as his belt. Shrugging off the scarlet vest, he let it hit the forest floor. Then he pulled the black silk shirt up over his head. He folded both garments before setting them next to her.

"Thanks." "There, I give them to you along with my apology." He shivered slightly, a chill breeze wafting over his now bare muscular chest. Trying to muster a smile, he said "Though I still have the HP for a stab or two if you really need it." "Stupid." "Joking at a time like this." He desperately tried to ignore the fact that his...ah...physical response to the situation had not yet subsided, and the subsequent heat he felt in his belly.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Soliel

"No, won't be needing any of that." An 'affectionate' slap to his bare chest. Taking his shirt, she neatly cut it into strips, mimicking her earlier bandages.

"I'll give you back your headband as well, then....." Keeping her back to him, she shed her vest, setting it down carefully. As if to keep it from falling from the branch, Sinbad clutched it in his talons, watching the monk carefully. Tying the strips of the shirt together, she wound them tightly about her chest, binding it again. Knotting them at her side, Sinbad dropped her vest in her hand. Pulling it back on, she tugged the headband free from her breasts, and turning to face the monk, held it out for him to take.

With the bandages back in place, once more she took on the 'guise' of a spry young man....Although....certain curves that had been hidden before seemed to be ever so obvious now. The way her pants settled low on the outward curve of her hips, the narrowness of her waist.

The list went on.

 

[Armphid]

Jasleth

Jasleth stared for a long moment. It was so plain now. Why hadn't he seen it earlier? In a way it was too bad she covered herself up that way...but she had her reasons. Who was he to question them? Just the Prodigous Ass.

He made a soft strangling noise as he realized she was waiting for him to take the headband back. Flushing again he took it back from her. "Uh, thanks." Still on his knees, he centered the long strip of cloth on his forehead, desperately aware of the warmth and scent that still clung to it, and once again knotted it at the back of his head. Still not sure whether the storm was over, he decided to dare to speak. "That's a good disguise." He got to his feet, ready to dodge again jsut in case. "Um, what I mean is you accomplished your goal." "You know, about how...sorry" Argh. "I know I went way too far this time." He crossd his arms over his chest, the chill metal of the bracers stinging his bare skin. "If it would be better for me to leave, I'll do so." He didn't want to, but he would. He still hadn't even begun to amke up for what he'd done to her. One damn minute of lost control.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Fixing her turban, she was paying no more mind to him. Seeing below his belt had been enough for her, and she considered the ordeal over with. Would she stop messing with him? No way in hell! He took everything so PERSONALLY it was just amusing as hell.

"A bit of advice for the...."Prodigious Youth". It might help you if you took jokes easier. And you might want to put your vest back on."

She turned to look at him, a gold brow raised.

"And are you going to get out of this tree or continue to stare and babble on like a loon?"

Actually, she was beginning to enjoy his company now, but wasn't out to raise the wrath of the dancer who had already 'claimed' him. Pathetic. Not even an hour into the game and she already knew who was gonna end up fucking who. Sometimes the game wasn't much better than the lights and glamour of her real life...

"Unless you LIKE travelling in the trees....? I thought most monks kept to the ground. Prettier girls and easier walking." A smirk as she felt Sinbad shift on her turban. Kneeling, she slipped her dagger back into the confines of her sash.

 

[Armphid]

Jasleth

He laughed then, weakly. Then a bit stronger. "I could use the vest, that's for sure." He best to retrieve it, slipping it on with a shrug of his shoulders.

"As for babbling like a loon, I make no promises." He started to hop through the branches back to where the others waited, still resting from the spiders. "As for trees...agility is part of a monk's training, after all." "Ground or trees is all the same to me." He shrugged, "You didn't seem to want company up here before...and everyone else was down there." He hesitated a moment before continuing. "Also...you'd be surprised at the girls you find in the trees."

With that he swung down through the branches to land in a crouch on the lowest one, just above where Kryss and the geomancer lounged, restoring their mana pools.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Soliel

Rolling her eyes at his little show of 'deft'ness, she took a step back, swinging from her branch as nimbly as any monkey.

"As I said before, save your asskissing and your compliments for someone who wants them!"

With a slight tug, she had disappeared back into the thick coverage of the trees. Leaning against the broad trunk of the tree, she sighed. The battle with the spiders and the more recent tussle with Jas left her slightly drained. Might as well rest for a bit, like the others, and restore her own mana pool.

Flitting from her turban, Sinbad landed on her arm, before hopping down to her side. Streching out her legs, she yawned, and leaned back further.

The breeze was gentle through the trees, and teased the single lock of gold hair escaped from her turban.