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Post by Merilith Lark on Aug 19, 2012 19:53:40 GMT -7
She had spent the entire day before making a giant web.
Not just any web, but a giant web spanning the entirety of the tiny alleyway (Only about seven feet long and five feet wide) with trap wire she had gotten just for this purpose. She knew she was hopeless with any sort of weapon, and her only way to actually do anything was to either wait for someone who was to be nice and help her, or wait for a small, unlucky nightmare to creep into her web and get stuck. Preferably a pest, but hey, she couldn't have everything. The web was a few feet off the ground, thanks to the use of partially broken crates and trash bins, and it was shaped like that of a spider's.
Really, it was more like a net, as if to catch someone falling from the rooftops above. Long-ish strands of wire held the net onto the walls of the alley, while shorter strands made up the web itself. She carefully perched in the middle of the web, where the wires were tied the tightest and she had made herself a comfortable nest with a couple of blankets.
The web itself was, thankfully, strong enough to support her moving around. She felt like a spider, hiding in her web and waiting for prey. But in reality, she was scared out of her mind that something large and dangerous would actually decide to join her.
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Post by Fatalis "White" Niveus-Aquila on Sept 9, 2012 11:11:39 GMT -7
He groaned as e walked the streets, feeling groggy and sluggish. He had come down with a bad cold and it was ruining his day. He just wanted to crawl into bed and wait for his immune system to kick the disease away. Then he'd feel better... Still. There was work to be done. All manner of pests now in the city for god knows why. White turned at the corner, following no particular pattern to his search for the pests. He was pretty much just hoping to run into one by accident. It seemed most reliable way of finding things to attack.
"Especially with my luck" the man in white muttered as he absentmindedly turned into an alleyway. Alleyways were places where monsters and hoodlum muggers tried to gather, right? So odds were in his favour, or against his as the situation would warrant...Against him.
Eyes wide with fear and despair as he gazed into the giant wire housing of his enemy. A web. Goddamnit. White hated spiders. White hated spiders so much, he had caused several incidents that now made him illegible to acquire a driver's license, carry any weight of tangerines on his person and unable to purchase any amount of C4, hydrogen gas or rocket propelled grenades.
People still had nightmares.
Gazing at the spider's web in a hypnotic trance, White's mind processed ideas out for methods of destruction. It looked strong and stable. Heavy Explosives - Which White is not allowed to have, ever - would be the best thing for it, followed by high grade acid - also not allowed to have - and third place being held by napalm which White was not banned from having but was unable to acquire at this time without leaving the monstrosity behind...
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Post by Morgan Evans on Sept 11, 2012 11:00:45 GMT -7
Being in pursuit of an invisible Nightmare was a much tougher job than Morgan had given thought to. How was he ever supposed to know when he was done? Truly a strange predicament he found himself in, chasing ghosts. But he would find that horse soon, and maybe hitch a ride on it, be all "gallant knight in half-armor" and start wooing some people and sweeping them off their feet. Nikolai would eat his heart out if he saw that, Morgan was sure. The Junior Cadet would receive the most envy-laden promotion of all time! Envy with a hint of begrudging acceptance at the blond's awesomeness, to be more precise.
Before he could give himself any more mental pats on the back for actions not yet done, he turned the corner and saw something he hadn't expected. Well, someone he hadn't expected.
"White, oh man, you're actually out here!" That cheap monochromatic color scheme was recognizable anywhere, and the Fighter ran towards the older man, going for a tackle hug. He hadn't really paid attention to the fixed stare White was giving to the alleyway he'd been standing in front of; too concentrated on seeing anyone he could remotely pin as a "friend" to notice. Oh! And perhaps White saw the ghost unicorn somewhere around there? They could go hunting for it! In a minute.
"So, how've you been? How many Nightmares did ya kill yet? You didn't happen to see a unicorn around, did you? If you didn't, you should help me look! Are you in a team? I am! We should totally team up, and the Troll King isn't here, right? Nah, I don't see him anywhere. This is good. Good. I got a new third person, well, he was the second person and you're the third, but he'll be third now while I'm talking and he's busy killing a bunch of weird monkey things that aren't worth the dirt on my cleats. Well, never mind they're actually kinda bloody right now cause I stomped on one. So I guess those Nightmares were worth the blood on my cleats? Uh, right, yeah, when Niko shows up, you'll see him! He's also my boyfriend and likes it when I call him 'Babe'."
Morgan tried to fight the stupid grin that was going to creep up on his face at the little fib he slipped in there. He honestly didn't know why he'd said that, other than to antagonize Nikolai some more and get White flustered for basically no reason. It should have been enough to leap at the guy and hound him with questions, but the Fighter was all about disrespecting boundaries for as long as he needed to.
Once he was done, he let go of the man in white and faced the alleyway that the guy had been staring down, and saw the same thing he'd been transfixed by. It was a web woven as if a net to catch anyone from the rooftops. Well, he was glad he wasn't attempting any stunts up there or else he'd have been in serious trouble. Seeing that thing had given him Nightcrawler vibes and brought to mind the minutes he spent trapped in a bunch of vines one night. Damned embarrassing. But it wasn't a Nightcrawler up there, more like some girl. She looked familiar, but Morgan couldn't pinpoint from when or where. And if he couldn't remember, then she wasn't worth it! Oh well!
"Hey, you up there! Are you really a spider Nightmare? I don't remember reading you in the notes so I dunno how many points you're worth, but I can toss my shoe at you and find out, I think!"
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Post by Nikolai Carmens on Sept 13, 2012 22:28:34 GMT -7
When Niko had laid out the plan of taking care of the Pests while Morgan went on ahead, he didn't actually intend for the blond to go waaay on ahead. By the time he was done, his supposed partner was nowhere in sight. The Navigator would have called out, but immediately thought better of it. It probably would've attracted another Nightmare or competitor or anything but who he was actually beckoning. So he was left playing the hide-and-seek game... all throughout the city.
Ducking and weaving through the labyrinth of alleyways to avoid unnecessary combat while searching for a hyperactive numbskull wasn't how he saw his day going. And then there was the worrying. Did Morgan run right into another Nightmare - or worse, get ambushed again? Maybe another player was taking Niko's original plan and swooped in while the Fighter was distracted. Or maybe aaaaaaaugh this was so nerve-wracking why did that idiot have to run off?!
Just when he was approaching the event horizon of nervous breakdown, the brunette heard a voice coming from one of the small alleyways. And not just any voice - the voice of a certain hyperactive numbskull prattling on about who-knows-what. Wait, Morgan was talking it up with someone? While he'd been running around everywhere trying to find him? Niko didn't know whether to scream in rage or sigh and relief and be thankful things weren't worse. So of course he did neither.
Running towards the alley, he finally spotted the blond, standing beside the embodiment of white. He gave the guy a quizzical look, but before he could begin either combat or introductions, he had something to take care of. Morgan got shot a glare. "I've been running around this whole city trying to find you! What if someone or something caught either of us off guard and what the hell am I looking at." His ranting got cut off as his attention was pulled towards the web of wires suspended before them. And up above lying in wait was a girl, probably the one who made this mess. Niko was stunned.
"... She can't be serious."
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Post by Merilith Lark on Sept 15, 2012 16:00:26 GMT -7
Three people had stumbled upon her web in a short time. Three. But not a single nightmare. That was her luck. She stared at them. How could they possibly think she was a nightmare? Well, maybe the web was something...but she wasn't. Someone...wanted to throw his shoe, like that would do anything. She peered through her red goggles.
Meri crawled across the web until she was almost above them, and then she hung herself upside down, hanging on by her knees and the leverage her legs provided.
"Momo, baby, what's crackin'?" She swung herself up onto the web and crawled to the third boy (Niko). She had no idea who he or the other boy was, but she knew Momo. She hung upside down in front of him, low enough to see him eye to eye. Her green hair was a royal mess, spilling from her head and around her face. Her shirt was falling down but she didn't care. She reached out and poked the boy on the nose.
"Love, you look like you just saw a ghost."
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Post by Fatalis "White" Niveus-Aquila on Sept 16, 2012 0:23:27 GMT -7
His mind was reeling, his heart pounding. Had to destroy the sp-...Oh wait. Just a girl.
White had been contemplating many things and was about to grab both of the people beside himself and somehow use them as javelins. Since it had turned out to be a girl, well, there wasn't any need to. The girl was kinda cute too; would've been a sin to bother her by destroying her web which, now that White knew was not built by a spider, he could appreciate its ingenuity and design
Finally taking an awareness of his surroundings that wasn't based only on destroying the spider. Morgan, the person he had carried out the dream world, some other dude who was Morgan's friend, or for some reason unknown to him, White suspected the dark haired gentleman was romantically involved with the blondie and this green haired girl.
"Oh, hello Morgan. Yeah, I got dragged out here by someone. Um...I was a little out of it when you spoke so...Um...Nevermind. Anyway..." He began a little hazily, still recovering from his hyper-focused state of "Kill ALL the spiders!". That always took it out of him
"Um...I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with the other two people present but you seem to know them, could you introduce us so that I don't end up calling them Blackie and Greenie?" he said with hands together like prayer with a asking smile. He wanted to avoid the faux pas he had made when he first met Morgan. Wait, what was a faux pas? Why did he know the word but not the meaning? He must've heard it from his parents when he was young or something.
Whatever, at least White had some company now. Any moment, there would be an announcement that "White had joined the party"
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Post by Morgan Evans on Sept 16, 2012 4:39:44 GMT -7
If Morgan had the heart to tell Nikolai that he wasn't helping his own case worrying like that, he would have, but as Niko wasn't aware of any case in the first place, Morgan felt no obligation to correct one addition in a potentially long-running joke. Instead he just smiled back at Niko with all the affection one bestows on a basket of kittens at their doorstep, and then resumed looking up at the web with the girl up there.
"... She can't be serious."
"Yeap, she is."
The green-haired girl was staring right back at them, and she adjusted her goggles. After a moment she crawled across the web and then decided to hang upside down to get a closer look at her new guests, which also afforded Morgan the same thing. Hey, she did look familiar!
"Momo, baby, what's crackin'?"
"Not much, Meri! Didn't know you were into scene re-enactments, though. Shouldn't it be raining before we kiss?" Awful movie reference aside, he was glad to see Meridith again. It meant the entire group was composed of people he knew! Kinda like the old AdoraTrio before everyone disappeared, and he really hoped no one here simply up and left.
Meri shifted her attention to Niko, and Morgan went back over to White.
"Um...I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with the other two people present but you seem to know them, could you introduce us so that I don't end up calling them Blackie and Greenie?"
"As long as you don't compare Meri to a random dude you know," he pointed to the green-haired girl, "and Niko to a chick," he pointed to the brunette guy, "we're good. Although I'm pretty sure we'll be set anyway as long as the Lord of Trolls doesn't show up-- knock on wood.
"But what's wrong with calling them Blackie or Greenie? We could totally be a team! Blondie, Blackie, Greenie, and White! Or... Whitey, or something. But as it is now, we don't match up thematically. Us three," he motioned to himself and Niko and Meri as if White would forget the 'us three' Morgan was referring to, "have nicknames related to our names. Kinda like, short form? Abbreviations? Something like that. It doesn't look good if we don't match up! So," he stood at White's side and threw an arm around his shoulder, "we should try fashioning a nickname out of your real name, at least for the moment!"
What, did anyone seriously think he'd given up on trying to get White's real name out of him?
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Post by Nikolai Carmens on Sept 16, 2012 17:13:03 GMT -7
"Momo, baby, what's crackin'?"
"'Momo'?" The amusement in his voice palpable. This totally made up for all the fretting and running around he'd done minutes before. Somehow though, Niko wasn't surprised that Morgan (or Momo) knew the girl that just built a huge spiderweb made from trap wire. He was just about to turn towards the man in white to see what his deal was, until spidergirl was suddenly infront of him poking his nose. Touching him! What was with all the touching with everyone today?! The brunette instinctively attempted to bat her finger away, taking a step back to hopefully get out of her reach.
"No, I look like I just saw a lunatic pretending to be a spider!" It took only a second or two to reclaim his calm. He took a glance over at Morgan, who looked preoccupied with harassing talking to the other guy, leaving him to make conversation with Crazypants McGee. His gaze turned back to the green-haired girl. "And it's Nikolai, by the way. Or Niko. Anything but 'love'. Nice to meet you." The greeting sounded more rehearsed than sincere. Realizing that, he tried a different approach to their forced dialogue. "So you've just been sitting on this.." his hands waved about the air to encompass the whole web before they hid under his crossed arms, "thing this whole time? I mean, isn't that a little counterproductive to.. winning?"
... Wait, that sounded even jerkier. "I mean, it's weird in a.. neat way, I guess. It must've taken some skill to get it all strung up like that." Smooth recovery: perfectly executed.
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Post by Fatalis "White" Niveus-Aquila on Sept 29, 2012 2:02:20 GMT -7
He turned his attention to Morgan, a dull look of...Something. It was a mix of emotions. A quart of disappointment, half a bottle of unfazedness. It was the default expression of deadpan, ready for snarking at the blond's expense
"Or we could stick to what we know, it might make things simpler" he said dryly.
Honestly. No one needed to know his name, it was weird and lousy, too upper class and White preferred simplicity. And what was more simple than white?
He looked once more to the web still reeling from his moment of arachnophobia. It is not a spider's construction, he told himself though his version was inappropriate for under PG-13 audiences
Once he had assured himself the web in this case was not evil, merely inspired by evil, he began to examine it. It was made of wire, a lot of it. Probably not designed for trapping monsters, maybe more along the lines of slicing them?
He nodded and looked to the green haired girl, Meri and the black haired man, Niko. Friends of Morgan, so they were probably decent people. He'd wait for them to finish their conversation before establishing social interaction. After all, it was rude to interrupt.
From the lack of bloodstains that White could see on the web, he guessed there hadn't been any kills. Similar to his own situation. It occured to him that just waiting wouldn't work...Maybe if someone herded or led the enemies into the web, it would work better...
He pulled out a packet of his cigarettes, placing one between his lips before returning to his pocket. He wouldn't light it, not yet. Present company might not enjoy it but even just having the cigarette there and unlit made him feel a little better
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Post by Morgan Evans on Sept 29, 2012 6:32:22 GMT -7
"Oh pff. You are so not a team player. But whatever, suit yourself, you and your unmatching nickname!" Morgan crossed his arms and pouted. What was so terrible about White's real name anyway? It wasn't like he couldn't change it legally to whatever he wanted if he was that uncomfortable with the damn thing. Hmph. The blond would still try to wheedle that name out of the older male somehow. He just needed to find something or someone to convince White with.
He turned his attention towards his friends conversing. They looked like they were having fun-- at least, Meri was. Niko was trying to look smooth in front of her, no doubt. Well, there was only room for one Smooth Mofo in this town, and that wasn't Nikolai. Niko was too much of an amusing jerk to be smooth.
Morgan sauntered over to Niko and Meri and practically wedged his way into their conversation by putting his arm around Niko's shoulder.
"So, you two look like you're getting along nicely," he started. "I'd be introducing you to White, but he's," the blond motioned over to White and his gaze zeroed in on the cigarette in the man's mouth. Morgan quirked a brow. ".... he smokes?" A pause, then he shook his head. "I'd introduce you to him, but he can do that himself. Also his name isn't really White. He doesn't feel like telling me what it is, that jerk. In fact, he's a lot like you, Niko. In the weird, doesn't-tell-me-what-I-want way. You two will get along even better than you and Meri!" He tried to shove Nikolai in White's direction. "Go on, make friends! Then we can all be a quartet of awesome and fail. Me and someone else are the awesome half. You guys can decide amongst yourselves who it is."
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Post by Nikolai Carmens on Sept 30, 2012 0:46:50 GMT -7
Oh jeesh this was so incredibly awkward now. He must've bombed any chances of getting along with this oddball right from the get-go. That itself wouldn't have been such a problem if Morgan didn't look like he was already prepping up for an alliance with her and the guy in white. The brunette took another 'I am beyond uncomfortable' pose - which was quickly (and thankfully) interrupted by the other oddball jumped in to unwittingly save the day. Now if only he could've done that while not performing a cleat-clad dance all over Niko's personal space.
"Wait wha--?" Aaand he was being flung into another meet-and-greet, this time with the guy who went by - surprise, surprise - White. Before Niko could pull another social fail (probably by making a comment on the oddity of a name like 'White'), Morgan pulled his own.
"... that jerk. In fact, he's a lot like you, Niko."
"Thanks, 'Momo'. Keep up that kind of flattery and I'll tell you everything you NEED to hear-- Would you stop that?!" Always with the shoving and touching! The blond would've gotten slugged by now if Niko couldn't afford to drag around a teammate with a broken nose... and that Morgan technically did have the bigger, harder fists here.
ANYWAY.
The Navigator conceded, and turned his attention to White. There was a subtle wrinkle on his nose from the sight of the cigarette. That better not have been dream dust. Seriously, if he was a Fighter, his power would've been the ability to spawn overdone health lecture sessions. But, learning from the screw-up with the Meri conversation, Niko carefully considered his words. "So... hi. I'm guessing you're the master combat expert in this contest?"
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Post by Fatalis "White" Niveus-Aquila on Sept 30, 2012 2:34:31 GMT -7
White took a quick assessment of the brown haired bloke. He seemed...Agitated...Probably best not to help that fester. Choosing his words and actions carefully, White shrugged with a joking smile
"Just a guy with a pair of revolvers at this point" He said with a melancholic acceptance. That really was all he had brought to the table here. His retirement gifts. That said, they were good revolvers. "Hardly a 'master combat expert'."
Unless being able to point a gun and pull the trigger counted as being a "master combat expert"...Wasn't having 'Master' and 'Expert' in the same term kinda redundant?
He could see where the man's eyes went and he sighed, taking the cigarette from his lip and quietly stowing it in his pocket. He didn't want to cause a bother to people, that would just make the day rotten for everyone involved. He could smoke when he was alone.
"So, Niko, I'm guessing Nikola or Nikolai? Pleased to meet you" He bowed his head slightly to Niko, guessing from the way he looked at the cigarette that he'd prefer not to touch the hands of a smoker. "So, you're a friend of Morgan's?"
He figured a bit of conversation would be appropriate at this stage, preferably friendly conversation that hopefully wouldn't wind the guy up any further
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Post by Morgan Evans on Oct 1, 2012 17:28:48 GMT -7
Ah, there was nothing more heartwarming than the sight of two people about to start bonding over some inane topic or other. The two had seen enough intervention on Morgan's part to last them the rest of the day, so the blond left them to their devices and paced a distance away from the alleyway to dissuade the idea that he was even eavesdropping on their conversation, whatever it turned out to be. (He was tempted to, but decided against it.)
He stood at the nearby intersection of streets, whiling the time away by keeping watch for any Nightmares. Aside from the occasional noise of words being spoken, the wind whistling past, and the almost ghostly growling of some other beast engaged with a contestant or two far and away, nothing came up. No reason to lose faith, though. The elusive unicorn must have been around somewhere, but Morgan would be a tad heartbroken if he went the whole day without encountering it again and earning the points for beating it. Finding something else was unexpected and okay too, but he really wanted the horse! Hell, maybe he could even tame it? Wait, he'd already fantasized about that, about hitching a ride on the horse and being a gallant knight in half-armor. He had to think of something different, then, to take up his thoughts. Maybe. Perhaps. .... Oh who was he kidding, being able to ride a Nightmare was awesome as shit. Why wouldn't he be thinking of it all the time?
Morgan didn't even bother to hide the grin that sprouted up on his face, but before he could allow himself to be lost in a silly daydream of being the most dashing knight in all of history (take THAT, Bjonn, you fake prince!) a strange quiet seeped in that made his grin fade away and his eyes blink in confusion. The wind had stilled, the nightmare he was sure he'd heard was nowhere but the fighters were gone too. It was as if everyone had left.
Morgan turned around to make sure that Niko and White were still where he'd left them (and he'd be a terrible babysitter if that was how he kept track of people) and say something about the whole thing, but the noise came back. Too much noise. All at once, from everywhere.
"The hell!?" the Fighter cringed and covered his ears to block out the sudden onslaught of sound that rose up from thin air. Where was this even-- did someone place speakers on every building in this town and put a bunch of nightmares, all of the nightmares, on the microphone? His eyes darted around in search of them but found little indication, and the noise kept going just the same. He gave a pointed look to the others and shrugged his shoulders as if to ask "Anybody got any idea what's going on? Cause I sure as hell don't!"
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Post by Nikolai Carmens on Oct 12, 2012 21:33:02 GMT -7
"Just a guy with a pair of revolvers at this point."
"Yeah, that makes you the master combat expert here." If the mere fact that he was toting around guns wasn't enough, White had the whole get-up of a battle-weary figure: eyepatch, head scarf. Total Rambo guy right here. And Morgan's departure didn't go unnoticed. Niko was prepared to immediately reel him back in to stop him from walking into more trouble, but suddenly White was pulling his attention away again. His prepared scolding became a simple huff towards the fleeting blond.
Anyway, a pleased smirk appeared when the alleged new comrade opted to do a no-contact greeting. Finally, someone here who didn't want to demolish his personal space with a freakin' wrecking ball! Three points for Mr. Monochrome. "Heh, yeah, it's Nikolai. Nikolai Carmens. Nice to meet you too." Okay well, first impressions went a little better this time around than with Spidergirl.
"So, you're a friend of Morgan's?"
Mouth open for a response. No response. A pause. UMMMMMM... "Well... I.. I guess so. I mean, we're just teammates, kinda unexpected alliance and all that. I dunno if he'd think of me as a friend--"
And then his eardrums pretty much exploded. The brunnette's hands instantly came up to smash against his ears. This was most definitely NOT the way he wanted to change the subject. Morgan really should've been getting tired of the glares Niko was shooting at him this competition. Too bad Niko wasn't. "What the heck did you do?!" he attempted to shout over the blaring sound. Of course Morgan couldn't have caused this... but something as trivial as 'logic' wasn't going to stop the Navigator from putting initial blame on him anyway.
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Post by Fatalis "White" Niveus-Aquila on Oct 13, 2012 11:30:02 GMT -7
He shrugged off the words of Nikolai, maybe he was, but he didn't think he was. He had lost a lot of any sort of edge he had when he was a police officer. That said, even White had to admit he might have an edge here. Guns were pretty good at making things dead after all and White had a pair of them.
He raised an eyebrow at the Navigator's indecisive description of his relationship with the blondie.
"So 'It's Complicated...' is the label here" He said with a dry sarcasm to his voice.
"Well whatever wo-SON OF A-!" He broke off his usual dismissal of the issue into a shout of pain and anger as a noise assaulted his...No, calling THAT a ny oise was a understatement. It was a wail, a shriek, a plague upon his ears, beating his sense of hearing to a pulp. He felt like the vibrations were tearing him apart at the core and bringing a darkness to his vision as he struggled to stay conscious.
"What the hell is that?!" He yelled, hands clutching his ears, trying to block out the vicious whatever it was. He wanted it to stop, make it go away or run away himself but he found himself unable to move from where he stood.
Well, seemed the enemy had found him, or rather, them instead
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