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− | | cast = [[Aksel]], [[Conni]], [[Grayson]], [[Haruka]], [[Keha]], [[Lola]], [[Mila]], [[Peter]], and [[Volya]]. [[Loa]] as GM. NPC: [[Milu]] | + | | cast = [[Aksel]], [[Conni]], [[Grayson]], [[Haruka]], [[Keha]], [[Lola|Lola (Accident, Cause)]], [[Mila]], [[Peter]], and [[Volya]]. [[Loa]] as GM. NPC: [[Milu]] |
| summary = Several people come across some ghouls in the Valley of the Temples. | | summary = Several people come across some ghouls in the Valley of the Temples. | ||
| gamedate = 2007.11.16 | | gamedate = 2007.11.16 | ||
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| location = Valley of the Temples, [[Windward Coast]] | | location = Valley of the Temples, [[Windward Coast]] | ||
| plots = [[Plot:The Gifts of Oahu]] | | plots = [[Plot:The Gifts of Oahu]] | ||
− | | categories = Scion, Valkyrie, Werecreature, Changeling, Magic User | + | | categories = Scion, Valkyrie, Werecreature, Changeling, Magic User, Shapeshifter |
| log = | | log = | ||
− | It's one of those days, really. The rain falling from the sky has lent a bit of dampness to the world that seems familiar up in the mountains toward the Windward side of Oahu. It also tends to drive the tourists over to the Leeward Coast, leaving mainly those that live on Oahu out and about during the brief respite from gawking travelers. Because of the weather, though, the Valley of the Temples is mostly empty. Perhaps a few people with stalwart sense of desire for respecting the dead have arrived, but for the most part, the place is quietly filled with just the pattering of rainfall and the occasional 'TING' sound as a slight breeze moves a metal wind-chime hanging over a marked grave or traditional prayer bench. Still, despite the grayness to the sky, the red of the | + | It's one of those days, really. The rain falling from the sky has lent a bit of dampness to the world that seems familiar up in the mountains toward the Windward side of Oahu. It also tends to drive the tourists over to the Leeward Coast, leaving mainly those that live on Oahu out and about during the brief respite from gawking travelers. Because of the weather, though, the Valley of the Temples is mostly empty. Perhaps a few people with stalwart sense of desire for respecting the dead have arrived, but for the most part, the place is quietly filled with just the pattering of rainfall and the occasional 'TING' sound as a slight breeze moves a metal wind-chime hanging over a marked grave or traditional prayer bench. Still, despite the grayness to the sky, the red of the Asian-influenced buildings stands out distinctly against the rich, verdant green on the trees. And of course, those trees that have changed color with the weather looked like remarkable beacons of yellow, orange, and some deep reds amid all the deeper hues. |
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− | Volya kept one booted foot moving in front of the other as the twins had transformed a wonderful hike in the rain into a mad sprint that Volya had long decided she lost. Rain had soak through her unkempt the locks of blonde hair and onto her fading black sports bra that held down as much as one would expect from losing a fight with two bees. Her oversized cargo short hung from her hips As she neared the Valley of the Temples, she paused, picking at the knots in her hiking boots, | + | Volya kept one booted foot moving in front of the other as the twins had transformed a wonderful hike in the rain into a mad sprint that Volya had long decided she lost. Rain had soak through her unkempt the locks of blonde hair and onto her fading black sports bra that held down as much as one would expect from losing a fight with two bees. Her oversized cargo short hung from her hips As she neared the Valley of the Temples, she paused, picking at the knots in her hiking boots, hoofing one foot to peel out of her sock before switching to make the other bare as well. The woman started humming 'Fool in the Rain' when she picked up her boots and socks to continue her way up to Mila and Keha. |
− | Friday, and Grayson is visiting the Valley of the Temples (not to be mistaken for the Valley of the Kings or the Temple of Doom). Clad all in black, as usual, the tall man has brought out a | + | Friday, and Grayson is visiting the Valley of the Temples (not to be mistaken for the Valley of the Kings or the Temple of Doom). Clad all in black, as usual, the tall man has brought out a trench-coat for today, albeit one made of light material. He's got a backpack as well, also in black, and he's wearing a hat to keep the rain off. No prizes for guessing its colour. He's carrying a book, some sort of guidebook by the look of it, and is heading straight towards the bell and the log with which it's rung. |
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− | Aksel stopped sweeping and his eyebrows lifted as Mila came tearing out of the forest with a cry of victory and an | + | Aksel stopped sweeping and his eyebrows lifted as Mila came tearing out of the forest with a cry of victory and an exultant shout. The look on his face turned to bemusement as Keha swore up a storm following her sister. Giving them both a friendly wave and a somewhat muttered "Aloha", he leaned on his broom slightly and watched as the area started to fill with faces. Surprisingly more than a few familiar ones. Conni he greeted as well with an open smile and a wave of hello. As Haruka passed by he watched her, posture tense for a moment until it seemed that nothing was going to happen, after which he relaxed and looked about. The entrance of Peter and Lola together quirked his head, brow furrowing a bit as he spotted the cane the man relied on. When Volya finally caught up with the sisters he eyed the broom and shrugged, starting to walk towards the temple to go set it aside. Sweeping could wait a while after all, and curiosity was getting the better of him. He stopped short as Grayson passed, spinning a bit to watch the man as his attention was caught by the three men near the graves. Aksel's movement cut off as he watched, really frowning now as he stood up straight. Looking around for one of the temple proctors, he frowned and looked back to the twins. "Hey. 'Scuse me. Aloha. Mila and Volya and..." He shook his head as he looked at Keha. "Hi. I'm Aksel." He pointed towards the little knot of men. "Is that a tradition I'm just super unfamiliar with or no?" |
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− | Mila laughed and turned around to wrap her arms around her sister, lifting her up into a tight huge and smooching her soundly on the cheek. "Don't worry, 'a'ole polikia! You'll have another chance when we go back down." Still happy and amused, she set her twin sister down and let her go, winking. When Volya came up behind the two of them after her more leisurely pace, Mila reached out and wrapped her arm around the taller blonde woman's waist, lifting her up and into a side-hug spin as she did so, waiting until after she'd pulled the wet shoes and socks off, of course. "We made it, Kemahameha! Let's go ring in and pay our respects to the beautiful elders!" She smooched Volya loudly, though it was a kiss given to the side of the woman's long neck, and then set her back down. At Aksels greeting, she lifted her hand and waved to him, offering a wide smile. "Aloha Aksel! Laule'a day!" Turning to walk into the Valley proper, she stopped short on her way and blinked, cocking her head to the side as her jaw dropped open, her eyes having fixed to the three men. "What kind of lolo haole shit is this?!" Shock had her shaking slightly. "HEY! YOU!" She called it loudly, and started moving towards the newer graveyard with a sense of a | + | Mila laughed and turned around to wrap her arms around her sister, lifting her up into a tight huge and smooching her soundly on the cheek. "Don't worry, 'a'ole polikia! You'll have another chance when we go back down." Still happy and amused, she set her twin sister down and let her go, winking. When Volya came up behind the two of them after her more leisurely pace, Mila reached out and wrapped her arm around the taller blonde woman's waist, lifting her up and into a side-hug spin as she did so, waiting until after she'd pulled the wet shoes and socks off, of course. "We made it, Kemahameha! Let's go ring in and pay our respects to the beautiful elders!" She smooched Volya loudly, though it was a kiss given to the side of the woman's long neck, and then set her back down. At Aksels greeting, she lifted her hand and waved to him, offering a wide smile. "Aloha Aksel! Laule'a day!" Turning to walk into the Valley proper, she stopped short on her way and blinked, cocking her head to the side as her jaw dropped open, her eyes having fixed to the three men. "What kind of lolo haole shit is this?!" Shock had her shaking slightly. "HEY! YOU!" She called it loudly, and started moving towards the newer graveyard with a sense of a foreboding thundercloud, rage making her rich brown eyes stormy and flashing with intense emotion. |
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− | Conni takes a break near one of the overhanging edges of the temple, glad to be out of the rain and doing her best to get wet hair out of her eyes. Seeing Aksel with a broom, she smiles and offers him a friendly wave, turning then as the racing trio come bursting out of the tree, her smile only getting broader as she sees who it is. As Aksel points out the people making mud angels, Conni reluctantly breaks away from the shelter, squelching through the mud towards where the graves are. "Aloha guys!" She calls out as she gets closer, making a point of making sure she can be heard by them over the rain. Picking up her pace, she tries to angle her approach so that she intersects with Mila, Keha and Volya, offering them all a friendly wave as she gets closer. Looking over her shoulder as she approaches, she | + | Conni takes a break near one of the overhanging edges of the temple, glad to be out of the rain and doing her best to get wet hair out of her eyes. Seeing Aksel with a broom, she smiles and offers him a friendly wave, turning then as the racing trio come bursting out of the tree, her smile only getting broader as she sees who it is. As Aksel points out the people making mud angels, Conni reluctantly breaks away from the shelter, squelching through the mud towards where the graves are. "Aloha guys!" She calls out as she gets closer, making a point of making sure she can be heard by them over the rain. Picking up her pace, she tries to angle her approach so that she intersects with Mila, Keha and Volya, offering them all a friendly wave as she gets closer. Looking over her shoulder as she approaches, she gestures to Aksel. "coming?" She grins to him, not wanting to be the only one out in the rain. |
− | Keha has to stifle her laughter as she's hoisted into the air by her sister, so as to properly maintain her affectation of | + | Keha has to stifle her laughter as she's hoisted into the air by her sister, so as to properly maintain her affectation of indignation. She does give Mila a playfully salty side-eye, which then dissolves into a peal of laughter and a muddy boop on Mila's nose and kiss on the forehead. "On the way down, Mila, I'll help you find my puddle, because Mom taught me how to share." When she's set down, the little woman offers her hand to Aksel, flashing a great big grin. "Aloha, Aksel, I'm Keha. I see you know Volya and my little sister?" Keha loops her arm out towards Volya's waist to give the blonde a squeeze when she joins the little group, and upon spotting the long-limbed blonde Conni approaching, Keha sticks her free hand high up in the air and waves like a flag. "Aloha, Conni! You want to join us for a race back down the mountainside later? I'm going to teach Mila a thing or two." But then, Keha follows Aksel's look after the trio of men in gray and furrows her brow. "Not any local tradition I'm familiar with..." And then her sister is storming off after the men in gray. "And Mila knows something I don't, so I'd better go make sure she doesn't get herself into trouble." Keha's already cracking her knuckles as she follows after her twin. |
− | + | Haruka pays a glance to the sisters' greeting each other, a little smile on her face as she watches their obvious closeness and the fun they're having. Still, she has other plans for the day, much as she'd love to join in the fun. Maybe if she just... eh. Hey. What's that over there? Her eyes narrow in on the trio across the way, and then someone else starts running at them and shouting. Are they really...? They -are-! "Oh, that's just disgusting," she mutters, and hops quickly clear of the muddy pack to chase after the three, angling her parasol to keep some of the rain out of her face while still letting her see what the men are up to. This just won't do at -all-. | |
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− | The rolling storm cloud that was Mila stared daggers at Peter, her eyes narrowing as the veritable electricity of her rage swarmed around her like a lightning blanket. "You're in my way, hoale. Go stop traffic with your hair somewhere else." Anger had her shaking as she reached forward to try to get | + | The rolling storm cloud that was Mila stared daggers at Peter, her eyes narrowing as the veritable electricity of her rage swarmed around her like a lightning blanket. "You're in my way, hoale. Go stop traffic with your hair somewhere else." Anger had her shaking as she reached forward to try to get a hold of Peter just above his hips, like she intended to lift him out of the way, but the wily kitty-boi was able to evade her hands, which didn't help her mood. Instead, she stopped moving forward, staring at the man. "They're fucking digging up a body. If you think that's ok, but shouting around the dead isn't, I don't want you near my ohana, ever." Her teeth were audibly grinding as she spoke, and her eyes kept flicking to the guys digging into the earth, then to Smythe standing near them. |
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− | Volya let out a scream of frustration and throwing her head back, "I don't know who I'm supposed to be angry at anymore!" And then Keha took out her own sister, Volya's fists balled up around the hiking boots and white knuckled as she just started growling, and she just ran at Smythe like a | + | Volya let out a scream of frustration and throwing her head back, "I don't know who I'm supposed to be angry at anymore!" And then Keha took out her own sister, Volya's fists balled up around the hiking boots and white knuckled as she just started growling, and she just ran at Smythe like a crazed banshee, swinging her boot wildly at the man. "STOP! FUCKING! WITH! THE! GRASS!" The boot swung a couple more times, each one growing more and more ineffective until Volya was just attacking the air. "Why can't anyone stand still!" The woman let out a howl of spite. |
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Giving a rough snarl under his breath, Smythe looked at those coming at them and lifted his arms up in the air to wave them off. Of course, then he had to dodge a direct attack by Volya and he seemed to grow deeply colder. "You fucking people should mind your own business." And that's when he drove a straight up mule kick at Volya's diminutive chest. It may not have been the most solid contact, but his filthy, muddy, bare foot did make a nice THUD as it hit her. | Giving a rough snarl under his breath, Smythe looked at those coming at them and lifted his arms up in the air to wave them off. Of course, then he had to dodge a direct attack by Volya and he seemed to grow deeply colder. "You fucking people should mind your own business." And that's when he drove a straight up mule kick at Volya's diminutive chest. It may not have been the most solid contact, but his filthy, muddy, bare foot did make a nice THUD as it hit her. | ||
− | The digging of Herald didn't stop, no matter how much attention he was getting. He moved into the grave with Vince and they were both now shoveling dirt out like dogs, covering the ground and everyone around with spatters of mud and dirt in a steady shower. The sounds coming from them were far more animalistic now, and anyone getting a good view of them could see that their skin had grown more gaunt, their eyes more shadowed and hollow. Their teeth had gone to a more sharp point on all of them, especially the incisors, and their hands seem to be tipped with long, filthy nails that were crusted soon enough with filth from the | + | The digging of Herald didn't stop, no matter how much attention he was getting. He moved into the grave with Vince and they were both now shoveling dirt out like dogs, covering the ground and everyone around with spatters of mud and dirt in a steady shower. The sounds coming from them were far more animalistic now, and anyone getting a good view of them could see that their skin had grown more gaunt, their eyes more shadowed and hollow. Their teeth had gone to a more sharp point on all of them, especially the incisors, and their hands seem to be tipped with long, filthy nails that were crusted soon enough with filth from the grave-dirt. |
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− | Lola isn't stupid, but she is playful and | + | Lola isn't stupid, but she is playful and distractable when she's green and purple, having suddenly a sharp focus on Peter, despite the developing situation nearby her. "Why wait?" Of course, the question comes with Lola suddenly jumping lithely onto his back. Arms around his neck, knees dug in at his sides. "You can do it now, we're not on the grave places!" Mind, she's not that heavy, really. And she's not exactly trying to push him down. But he does now have to deal with her weight and a shift of his center of gravity. |
− | Vince is continuing his digging, and he has also taken on the more animalistic visage that Harold had come to. They were quite positively going for | + | Vince is continuing his digging, and he has also taken on the more animalistic visage that Harold had come to. They were quite positively going for pay-dirt, and the grave was almost dug down to where they'd hit a casket. |
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Haruka might not immediately recognize what she's seeing, but the diggers are getting deep, and they're clearly up to No Good. At least some of the crowd seems to be taking notice of it and not caught up in sibling shenanigans, though! Perhaps it would be better to keep them distracted while someone else gets in their faces. | Haruka might not immediately recognize what she's seeing, but the diggers are getting deep, and they're clearly up to No Good. At least some of the crowd seems to be taking notice of it and not caught up in sibling shenanigans, though! Perhaps it would be better to keep them distracted while someone else gets in their faces. | ||
− | She jumps atop another mausoleum, looking over at the trio a few graves away, and waves and yells. "Oi! Stinky! This isn't your | + | She jumps atop another mausoleum, looking over at the trio a few graves away, and waves and yells. "Oi! Stinky! This isn't your mamma's garden! What are you, a bunch of dogs?" |
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− | Volya let out a groan of pain as she was kicked by Smythe, her hand immediately moving to guard and rub the center of her chest. Her blue eyes narrowed hatefully. "You have to dug up graves! Fine! You get more people to dig up!" Volya unleashed an | + | Volya let out a groan of pain as she was kicked by Smythe, her hand immediately moving to guard and rub the center of her chest. Her blue eyes narrowed hatefully. "You have to dug up graves! Fine! You get more people to dig up!" Volya unleashed an ululating scream, circa xena, as the changeling took two steps and leapt into the hole. There was no one to strike as her elbows impacted the muddy walls of the grave and she fell back onto Herald and Vince. "Keep off the fucking grass!" She let out another wild scream, slinging mud, but mostly being a nuisance rather than damaging. |
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Being hit with a Broom was enough to sour even the dourest of moods. And Smythe's mood had almost seemed ok, if not a little perturbed, after he'd kicked Volya in the chest. But now, oh yeah, he'd come out of his shell. Before everyone's eyes, the man that had been standing watch hunched over a bit, his arms elongating, his cheeks going hollow, and his eyes taking on a sunken appearance in now tallow skin. He snarled, his teeth long, needle sharp protrusions from his jaw. Claws that were blackened with long-accumulated grave-filth extended from his lengthy fingers and giving off a disgusting scent. He lanced his arms forward at Aksel, then slashed at the man across the midsection, in an attempt to relieve his bowls for him. All it managed to do was give a nice slash across the clothes and scrape along the tender belly flesh, but the intention was clear. Perhaps Smythe was hoping for a larger meal? | Being hit with a Broom was enough to sour even the dourest of moods. And Smythe's mood had almost seemed ok, if not a little perturbed, after he'd kicked Volya in the chest. But now, oh yeah, he'd come out of his shell. Before everyone's eyes, the man that had been standing watch hunched over a bit, his arms elongating, his cheeks going hollow, and his eyes taking on a sunken appearance in now tallow skin. He snarled, his teeth long, needle sharp protrusions from his jaw. Claws that were blackened with long-accumulated grave-filth extended from his lengthy fingers and giving off a disgusting scent. He lanced his arms forward at Aksel, then slashed at the man across the midsection, in an attempt to relieve his bowls for him. All it managed to do was give a nice slash across the clothes and scrape along the tender belly flesh, but the intention was clear. Perhaps Smythe was hoping for a larger meal? | ||
− | The sudden appearance of a slender blond in the digging hole with Harold and Vince had Harold quite perplexed. Seeing an ankle, he reached for it, confusion making his snarl into more of a gurgle as he tried to grab hold of Volya's leg. She managed to make him look like a | + | The sudden appearance of a slender blond in the digging hole with Harold and Vince had Harold quite perplexed. Seeing an ankle, he reached for it, confusion making his snarl into more of a gurgle as he tried to grab hold of Volya's leg. She managed to make him look like a clumsy toddler going for a cat as she stepped out of the way without seemingly any effort at all. |
− | Mila's shriek was now aimed elsewhere, or maybe just at everywhere, as the sheer volume of rage inducing | + | Mila's shriek was now aimed elsewhere, or maybe just at everywhere, as the sheer volume of rage inducing impetus had only grown. Then of course, there was the ululation of Vee as she jumped into a grave.. with.. Ghouls?! "VEE!" The growl of anger and frustration ended in Mila's screaming the woman's name as a lambasting vibration, and she surged herself forward away from the attempted grasping of Conni and the facial attempts of Keha. "Pupule WAHINE!" She leapt into the pit that used to be a covered grave and landed with her knee in the lower back of Harold, the one that had tried to grab Volya's ankle. She almost had him pinned, but the filthy creature turned slightly to the side and she moved past him, slamming her knee against the soft dirt of the opening grave. "UGH!" |
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− | Pure anger made the sound of Smythe's now distorted voice even more disturbing. A gargling, | + | Pure anger made the sound of Smythe's now distorted voice even more disturbing. A gargling, enraged scream left him as a freaking tiger attacked him, and then Aksel attempted to blind him with his damn broom, and that just didn't sit well. Flinging his arm out with as much force as he could, he just barely managed to catch the tips of his claws along Peter's fur, only scraping against the massive cat's body and not even breaking the skin enough to fully rip the fur out. |
In the quite muddy, now extremely watery pit of a grave, Herald set his sights onto Mila with a snarl of his lips. Lunging forward he attempted to gouge into her flesh with the nasty claws tipping his elongated fingers. Of course, the surfer managed to dodge him and made it so he ended up with nothing but a handful of mud as he drove his fingers palm deep into the dirt alongside the grave. | In the quite muddy, now extremely watery pit of a grave, Herald set his sights onto Mila with a snarl of his lips. Lunging forward he attempted to gouge into her flesh with the nasty claws tipping his elongated fingers. Of course, the surfer managed to dodge him and made it so he ended up with nothing but a handful of mud as he drove his fingers palm deep into the dirt alongside the grave. | ||
− | It's no doubt that Mila's pissed now. And the space in the slowly hollowed out | + | It's no doubt that Mila's pissed now. And the space in the slowly hollowed out grave site is growing slim, what with the addition of her sister, it's downright tight. The beautiful, dark caramel shade of her skin shifted to something that was more marbled and mottled, orange-ish and coral colored as she appeared to grow bumpy, rough outcroppings. Her skin had taken on the armored, roughened appearance of Coral itself. From within the hollows of that coral, elongated spike protruded, starting at deep, vile crimson at the base and extending to vicious, black tips. For lack of a better analogy, she looked like a spiny urchin. A moment later, after ducking out of the way of Harold's claws, Mila lurched forward with obvious intent to wrap those spiny, vicious arms around Harold. He tried to dodge, really, but Mila seemed to have a bee-line to his body, and a moment later he was wrapped up in Mila's extraordinarily strong arms, and fixed against her in a tight hug that held him still with the spikes from every part of the front of her body and arms spearing into him. |
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− | Vince was steaming mad when he was knocked around onto the now rather deeply pooling amount of water at the bottom of the pit he and Herald had been digging. Letting out a roar, he went after Volya again, reaching up for her as he came up to his feet. His claws raked up her side, but managed to only slice through her clothing and left a claw's set worth of welts up along her | + | Vince was steaming mad when he was knocked around onto the now rather deeply pooling amount of water at the bottom of the pit he and Herald had been digging. Letting out a roar, he went after Volya again, reaching up for her as he came up to his feet. His claws raked up her side, but managed to only slice through her clothing and left a claw's set worth of welts up along her rib-cage. |
− | Beyond angry now, Conni launches a flying knee at Vince, laying him out flat on the ground and in a perfect position for her next move. Face still twisted in a snarl, Conni places one of her heavy boots on Vince's throat and then stands over him with her staff held high in one hand. "What did Grayson say? Go for the eyes..." Grinning | + | Beyond angry now, Conni launches a flying knee at Vince, laying him out flat on the ground and in a perfect position for her next move. Face still twisted in a snarl, Conni places one of her heavy boots on Vince's throat and then stands over him with her staff held high in one hand. "What did Grayson say? Go for the eyes..." Grinning evilly down at the Ghoul as he lays on the ground, Conni casually spins her staff in a lazy arc before bringing it down with a squelching thud on the Ghouls face. There is a wet 'plopping' sound followed by a crunch and then much screaming from the Ghoul underneath her boot, Conni then lifting the end of her staff and wincing when she sees the ichor on it. "Ewwwww! I got ghoul on my staff!" |
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− | Bleeding and panting, Volya stumbled into the grave to keep her feet under her. She wasn't sure if she was blinking through rain or tears at this point as she gripped the muddy wall. Like her blue eyes focused, it was Herald she saw and she let out a scream as she pressed forward, driving her elbow into the ghoul's throat, his windpipe caving before she slipped in the water, blinked at the swirl of crimson from her own leg. "Well Vee... You're alright in the | + | Bleeding and panting, Volya stumbled into the grave to keep her feet under her. She wasn't sure if she was blinking through rain or tears at this point as she gripped the muddy wall. Like her blue eyes focused, it was Herald she saw and she let out a scream as she pressed forward, driving her elbow into the ghoul's throat, his windpipe caving before she slipped in the water, blinked at the swirl of crimson from her own leg. "Well Vee... You're alright in the cemetery... Hurray..." |
− | As Smythe wrestled with a tiger and Haruka's attempts at distraction, Aksel stopped and stared as the sisters began to change and Volya delivered a | + | As Smythe wrestled with a tiger and Haruka's attempts at distraction, Aksel stopped and stared as the sisters began to change and Volya delivered a devastating blow of her own. Shaking his head, he looked down at the broom in his hands and let it splash into the water. "I am way over my fucking head right now..." He shook water out of his eyes and reached up into his jacket, behind his back, returning with a pair of fat bladed, recurving knives. "Alright... enough of this..." He swept in, throwing water in front of him to throw off Smythe's attempt at a dodge, both kambantulli tearing through the ghoul's flesh as he spun and hacked into him once more. "I told you asshole. Didn't I? Didn't I?" |
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− | Mila sneered at Herald as he scraped down her arm, then shook her head fiercely. "I don't give up that easy, lover. Come on back. I've got more for you!" A grunt of effort came from her as she reached out and this time clamped her powerful arms around him a bit lower, pinning his arms in to his sides and piercing the flesh of his torso and forearms with her spines. "Hold still while my Ohana sings you a | + | Mila sneered at Herald as he scraped down her arm, then shook her head fiercely. "I don't give up that easy, lover. Come on back. I've got more for you!" A grunt of effort came from her as she reached out and this time clamped her powerful arms around him a bit lower, pinning his arms in to his sides and piercing the flesh of his torso and forearms with her spines. "Hold still while my Ohana sings you a lullaby." Her harsh whisper into the ghoul's ear was spoken with the knife's edge of rage running through it like a pulsing vein. |
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− | The large feline continues to press and worry Smythe, alternating attacks with Aksel. And after Haruka's taunt, the Siberian tiger rears up and savagely rakes the ghoul down the front, spilling all manner of awfulness upon ground. The great feline roars noisily once more, directing his sound and fury at the now dead thing. Turning with a snort, the Tiger kicks up some grass and dirt with its | + | The large feline continues to press and worry Smythe, alternating attacks with Aksel. And after Haruka's taunt, the Siberian tiger rears up and savagely rakes the ghoul down the front, spilling all manner of awfulness upon ground. The great feline roars noisily once more, directing his sound and fury at the now dead thing. Turning with a snort, the Tiger kicks up some grass and dirt with its hind-paws, showering Smythe's body with debris. He limps over to Lola and bumps his head against her chest. |
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Lola glances at Connie as she explains things. She seems faintly skeptical, but glances down at the dropped bone and shrugs. Leaning forward to snap it up. Though with no pockets, she simply holds it. She shifts and glances down at her bare feet. "I need my boots," she grumbles, walking in another direction altogether. | Lola glances at Connie as she explains things. She seems faintly skeptical, but glances down at the dropped bone and shrugs. Leaning forward to snap it up. Though with no pockets, she simply holds it. She shifts and glances down at her bare feet. "I need my boots," she grumbles, walking in another direction altogether. | ||
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Disturbing the Dead | |
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Eaters of the Dead, Fear Those that value them | |
Dramatis Personae
Aksel, Conni, Grayson, Haruka, Keha, Lola (Accident, Cause), Mila, Peter, and Volya. Loa as GM. NPC: Milu |
16 November, 2007 Several people come across some ghouls in the Valley of the Temples. |
Location
Valley of the Temples, Windward Coast |
Plot(s) |
It's one of those days, really. The rain falling from the sky has lent a bit of dampness to the world that seems familiar up in the mountains toward the Windward side of Oahu. It also tends to drive the tourists over to the Leeward Coast, leaving mainly those that live on Oahu out and about during the brief respite from gawking travelers. Because of the weather, though, the Valley of the Temples is mostly empty. Perhaps a few people with stalwart sense of desire for respecting the dead have arrived, but for the most part, the place is quietly filled with just the pattering of rainfall and the occasional 'TING' sound as a slight breeze moves a metal wind-chime hanging over a marked grave or traditional prayer bench. Still, despite the grayness to the sky, the red of the Asian-influenced buildings stands out distinctly against the rich, verdant green on the trees. And of course, those trees that have changed color with the weather looked like remarkable beacons of yellow, orange, and some deep reds amid all the deeper hues.
One of the men laying down on the ground, Herald, continued to do so. His movements were hard to see from a bit away, unless someone had especially good eyesight or a knack for picking up oddness. Though it might be considered odd that he was laid down onto his stomach alongside a fresh grave. You never can tell how some people grieve, though, right?
Peter looks as others appear to be approaching the three men. "One moment." He moves quickly over to the freshly arranged grave, and the three men there. Placing himself between them and Mila if possible, he holds up his arms. "Shhh!", he says to the approaching people, "This is a graveyard. Be respectful of other people's traditions, even if they seem strange to you.", he says, at a voice barely at conversational volume. "It's disrespectful to yell."
As he had gone unmolested, Herald continued his motions. By now those closer could likely see that he was pulling out heaping armfuls of earth from the grave and shoving them to the side. Between him and Vince, they'd already gotten to the point that they were starting to have to dip at the waist deeply to get to the heavy armloads of dirt. They really were moving with intensity. They were decidedly digging into that fresh grave. He kept working even as people came closer. And now, more audible, was the grunting and almost animalistic sounds he was making with his efforts.
"Keep your hands to yourself, madam.", he says, again with a heavy Irish accent. Lola causes him to pause, and he hesitantly shakes his head. "No, that would be disrespectful, yeah? We can go do that later, in some proper dirt, okay?" The young man blinks. "Wait. What?" Conni's prompting causes him to look again at the men by the grave. "Well. That's isn't on at all. You three, knock it off." He turns and limps towards them. "Get!" The young man gestures, with his stick, towards the entrance. "Get, or we'll sick the ancestor spirits and animal guardians on ye!"
The digging of Herald didn't stop, no matter how much attention he was getting. He moved into the grave with Vince and they were both now shoveling dirt out like dogs, covering the ground and everyone around with spatters of mud and dirt in a steady shower. The sounds coming from them were far more animalistic now, and anyone getting a good view of them could see that their skin had grown more gaunt, their eyes more shadowed and hollow. Their teeth had gone to a more sharp point on all of them, especially the incisors, and their hands seem to be tipped with long, filthy nails that were crusted soon enough with filth from the grave-dirt.
"Lola, what're you dooooing?!" Peter stumbles about now, his injury not helping him keep his balance at all. Letting out a frustrated breath, he reaches around behind to grab Lola's legs and cinches her up higher. He turns and begins to walk away a dozen meters or so before turning around to watch the unfolding scene.
The sudden appearance of a slender blond in the digging hole with Harold and Vince had Harold quite perplexed. Seeing an ankle, he reached for it, confusion making his snarl into more of a gurgle as he tried to grab hold of Volya's leg. She managed to make him look like a clumsy toddler going for a cat as she stepped out of the way without seemingly any effort at all.
Then the creature fairly blurs as it lurches into motion. The fastest creature around, for a short distance, the Tiger runs full tilt at Smythe, leaping at the last moment, inches long claws fully extended. And the feline scores several claw lines along the man's body.
In the quite muddy, now extremely watery pit of a grave, Herald set his sights onto Mila with a snarl of his lips. Lunging forward he attempted to gouge into her flesh with the nasty claws tipping his elongated fingers. Of course, the surfer managed to dodge him and made it so he ended up with nothing but a handful of mud as he drove his fingers palm deep into the dirt alongside the grave.
Herald, now free of the spiky embrace of one of the Wonder Twins, let out a sound of sheer frustration as he launched himself at her, raking a clawed had down along her entire left arm and leaving behind an angry trail of fractured looking coral where her skin used to be.
A delicate, sweet smile curved her lips as she observed everyone in the burial grounds, her eyes somewhat unfocused as she took them all in. Nodding once, she stepped a bit closer and then peeked into the grave where the two dead ghouls were befouling it, then looked at the one Peter had torn asunder. Dirt started to churn around the dead bodies, swallowing them whole, though it didn't churn around the living. Once that brief moment passed, the ghouls were covred, as was the top of the casket that was once displayed. Of course, this meant that the feet and calves of those in the grave might be a bit covered as well. Thewoman lifted her hands, and in them, there were a pile of small bones, like the femurs of weasels. Walking to each person in kind, she dropped a small bone near them, only pausing at each individual so they knew that the bone was specifically for them. Then, she lifted her empty hands, pressing one finger to her lips, and made a soft breath, giving the universal sign of 'shhh.' Slowly, she turned, and began walking to the forest again, all the grass springing back into place behind her.
looking back down to Volya, Conni reaches down to lift her up, looking her for confirmation before she takes her weight. "Not flying as in getting high, actually getting high. You know about the wings right? So uhwe're going to take the quick way back if that's okay." There is a lot of manoeuvring to be done, especially with the wound to Conni's chest. "Just put your arms around my neck and I'll carry the rest of the weight. Flight time today should be about ten minutes, we expect some turbulence so please keep your seat belts fastened and your tray tables in the up right position." Closing her eyes to focus one she has Volya in a comfortable position, Conni speaks a single word and then fades from view, Volya disappearing along with her. A few moments later, there is a flapping sound and a heavy gust of wind, followed by a 'woomf'.
Then Conni makes her explanation and Keha's jaw just goes slack again. "I...oh. Wow. I knew this place was special, but uh...I don't know if I was expecting that kind of distinguished company." She looks around at everyone else, swallows hard and finally asks, "You're all seeing this too, right?"
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