One of the men spots you, and says
"Look out! We've got a hero over here!" they all pull out there swords and form a tight outward-facing circle((well.. i'm thinking of something))
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Ravnica, city of guilds, and 'tis with the Izzet that I shall take my stand.
As the men form up, circling up around the man with the mace, I run up into a tree. Rapidly climbing, I gain a vantage point excellent for the job. None of the men see me coming as I plummet from above, throwing one of my knives down to skewer the man with the mace from above. With only one dagger now, I grab the mace from the man's corpse and roll between two of the men, escaping from their circle...
((I gtg for a minute.))
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"War does not determine who is right- only who is left." ~Bertrand Russell
The mace is ridiculously heavy. I take a moment to stash it in a hollow tree, then circle back around to get my other dagger. "If they find it, then they're definitely cheating," I grumble, as I pull my dagger out of the man. Noting with my ears that the men are going in the completely wrong direction, I go back to the tree, retrieve the mace, and head back to the MPA. Just as I reach the door, my daggers vibrate. On the hilts, a small message reads, "Text from John Jacobs. He's at hospital. What's all this about?" Muttering, I push my way in through the door, head down to my room, and place the mace next to my nightstand. Pulling my hood up and putting my tail back into my pants, I head for the hospital to check in on Ona...
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"War does not determine who is right- only who is left." ~Bertrand Russell
((I could. But still :P))
I lay on a hospital bed...
I keep myself sustained on the Bio-Energy i had gathered from the memories i had taken and converted... their a renewable source so..
a thought enters my mind
Ona.
Yes, Thal'tek?
I am surprised you let yourself be slain by humans.
I have a brother, Thal'Tek, I need not fear you taking over the plain.
I feel life pour into me....
I'm sorry Ona, I will not let you die unless it is by my hands.
I did not think you cared, Thal'Tek.
I do not.
he retracts from my mind.. the life still flowing back into me..
one of the few things all Dragons can do, share life-force..
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Ravnica, city of guilds, and 'tis with the Izzet that I shall take my stand.
I walk into the hospital lobby, seeing John in there. He walks up to me. "Hey, man!" he says. "It's been a while since I've seen you!" We fist-bump.
"Do you know which room they put him in?" I ask.
"Yeah," he says. "Room 273, I think."
I turn around, jogging past the receptionist, and climb a few staircases. Coming next to room #273, I knock, wait five seconds, then open the door. "Hey, Ona," I say. "I got the mace back, it's at my room in the MPA. I really hope that you stop treating me like some dirty peasant shot now-" I'm cut off by the door opening, and John comes in. "What the hell is going on?" he asks. "You haven't texted me in five days, then you randomly tell me to get this guy with a SWORD wound, of all things! This is insane! What the hell is going on?"
I sigh. Might as well tell him. Standing up and turning around, I let my hood fall back off my head. "Hmm," I say. "Well, I got turned into a half-cat thing, got wrapped up in some secret organizations, and killed a few people. Sorry if I didn't have time to play League with you. And sorry if this is kinda... weird."
For a moment, John's stuck with this incredulous look on his face, then sobers up. "That's kinda... weird," he says. "Got any proof, or just a weird hairstyle?" A crossbow bolt shatters the glass window. We're running out of time.
"Ona, can you walk?" I ask.
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"War does not determine who is right- only who is left." ~Bertrand Russell
I look at him, seriously. "We have to get back to base. John, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stay here." As soon as he complains, I say, "No 'but's." I turn to Ona. "Out the window? It's probably the safest option, considering that all doors will be being watched."
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"War does not determine who is right- only who is left." ~Bertrand Russell
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"Look out! We've got a hero over here!" they all pull out there swords and form a tight outward-facing circle((well.. i'm thinking of something))
((I gtg for a minute.))
Esp.. the mace is quite heavy...
The men chase you
((I thought that was in the Pokemon RP... this one has more merit for darker themes. If there's a rule against it here, I'm not seeing any...))
((You could've took some of their memories, convert them, then repeat until they're all taken, while dodging!))
((G2G))
I lay on a hospital bed...
I keep myself sustained on the Bio-Energy i had gathered from the memories i had taken and converted... their a renewable source so..
a thought enters my mind
Ona.
Yes, Thal'tek?
I am surprised you let yourself be slain by humans.
I have a brother, Thal'Tek, I need not fear you taking over the plain.
I feel life pour into me....
I'm sorry Ona, I will not let you die unless it is by my hands.
I did not think you cared, Thal'Tek.
I do not.
he retracts from my mind.. the life still flowing back into me..
one of the few things all Dragons can do, share life-force..
((derpfail on my part))
"Do you know which room they put him in?" I ask.
"Yeah," he says. "Room 273, I think."
I turn around, jogging past the receptionist, and climb a few staircases. Coming next to room #273, I knock, wait five seconds, then open the door. "Hey, Ona," I say. "I got the mace back, it's at my room in the MPA. I really hope that you stop treating me like some dirty peasant shot now-" I'm cut off by the door opening, and John comes in. "What the hell is going on?" he asks. "You haven't texted me in five days, then you randomly tell me to get this guy with a SWORD wound, of all things! This is insane! What the hell is going on?"
I sigh. Might as well tell him. Standing up and turning around, I let my hood fall back off my head. "Hmm," I say. "Well, I got turned into a half-cat thing, got wrapped up in some secret organizations, and killed a few people. Sorry if I didn't have time to play League with you. And sorry if this is kinda... weird."
For a moment, John's stuck with this incredulous look on his face, then sobers up. "That's kinda... weird," he says. "Got any proof, or just a weird hairstyle?" A crossbow bolt shatters the glass window. We're running out of time.
"Ona, can you walk?" I ask.
"I can walk, yes... but I can also FLY!" i say, jumping out of the bed.
I stumble..
"Nope.. can't fly..." i say, laughing my head off
"I cannot survive a fall like that!"