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Huntress
“Huntress, he’s focused on me right now. Even after you hurt him, he’s ignoring you as if he doesn’t notice you in the fog. Try to get close to him, I’ll—” Gabriel dodged the creature’s claws again, attempting to distract it.
I instinctively faded my colors out to match the fog, even though my clothes and weapons wouldn’t fade with me, and tried to keep my aim at the animal’s neck or chest, trying to make sure I hit it and not him. Hitting its head again was a guaranteed kill if I lined it up right, but the bullet was likely to strike Gabriel instead if I missed or it penetrated all the way through the beast.
“Come on, stay there,” I muttered as it nearly pinned him to the ground with its sharp talons. Here I had a perfect shot.
I fired. It tensed up, then keeled over sideways.
Gabriel didn’t seem too startled when I reappeared nearby him to make sure it was dead, and instead focused on my weapon. “What is that?” he asked as he stepped away from the creature.
“Oh, this?” I said, showing him the gun. “Just a typical semi-auto pistol. I typically use two of these, but when I came here, I only had one.”
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Gabriel
“It’s noisy.” Gabriel approached the creature, and sliced its neck and stomach open. The blood sizzled off his blades, and he sheathed them. He had a light cut on his shoulder, but otherwise seemed fine. His gaze turned to Soldier and Sniper who were still sleeping. “I’m surprised they have lived this long,” He commented with a tiredly distant expression.
When your charries have it so rough you are learning how to color dark under eyes...
I instinctively faded my colors out to match the fog, even though my clothes and weapons wouldn’t fade with me
Pfff I’m imagining a jacket and trousers flapping through the fog as she runs around
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@whalekeeper lol that does happen.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
@rae sorry I haven’t been able to rp lately, been busy! I might be able to get one in later today.
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@rae ok here we go
Huntress
“I’m surprised they’ve lived this long,” Gabriel looked over to Sniper and Soldier, still both passed out.
“Oh, trust me, Sniper’s normally fighting right beside me when these things happen. It’s unusual for him to not wake up at the sound of a gunshot. He must’ve been really tired.” I said. “Now Soldier, I can understand the confusion. He’s, well, he’s special. He survives everything we throw at him.”As if on cue, Sniper’s tail flicked, and he blinked open his eyes. “What’d I miss?” he muttered, sitting up. He then noticed the dead creature nearby; his nostrils flared at the scent of fresh blood, a reminder that he had hunting instincts roiling deep underneath his otherwise human mind. “Ya killed somethin’ without waitin’ for me?”
“You were pretty soundly asleep.” I told him.
He growled. “Well, since I’m awake, I’ll take this next watch. I’d ask if either of ya had figured out how long this planet took to rotate, and how many times we’ll ‘ave to switch…but I’m only half sure this place even is a planet.”
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Are you in the mood to rp? We can add more to the girls’ path or we can reunite them with the main group. If you don’t feel up to it, that’s okay.
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@whalekeeper Sorryyy I read your post and then promptly fell asleep for an hour and a half with my phone still in my hand. Yes I do want to continue to rp. I should have something done soon, though there’s a chance I might fall asleep again so maybe expect something from me tomorrow.
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I wrote this while half awake and questioning reality so I hope it’s somewhat good.
Mel
Scissors? Mel took her garden shears out of her pocket, confused. They were tiny.
But somehow, they did the trick. Though size was not on their side, they were three against two, and soon, three against one. Mel cheered as the second crow took off, the little runt crow’s beak snapping at its ankles.
As the excitement died down, the small crow regarded the two girls with one eye, cocking his head. He shifted on his scaled feet, then began picking up sticks and rearranging them, trying to fix the damage.
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@whalekeeper Reuniting them with the main group would be cool. Also sorry if I didn’t give you much to go off of. I can add more.
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Yayy
Okay let’s hope this comes through. KP has ignored me all day.
Lucille
The scuffle left the small crow even scruffier than before. Feathers stuck out from his neck like a frilled collar. He kept turning his head to the left, making the best use of his single right eye.
As he busied himself with the nest, Lucy tried not to catch him by surprise. She tended to do that. Birds shrieked or flew away, and baby pigeons toppled over at the touch of a finger. They often reacted poorly because they were startled.
She held out a hand, slowly, and patted the crow’s curved beak. He stood still. As Lucy stroked him, his plumage puffed out, and a satisfied sound burbled in his chest.
Lucy turned to Mel. “He’s ours now. He smells kinda stinky but he’s ours.”
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Mel
Mel seemed almost hesitant at first as she approached the crow, but as she reached out and touched its beak, a huge grin appeared on her face. She reached farther, petting the feathers on the crow’s neck and made her way to its shoulder, where she giggled and buried her head in its soft feathers. Somehow, the bird allowed this, and nudged the girl playfully with its wing. Mel giggled again.
“Stinky Runt!” she declared, with all the affection her little voice could hold. In all her life thus far, she had never heard the word ‘runt’ used as an insult. She only knew its literal meaning. In her mind, this was simply her crow’s name.
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Aww, Mel is such a cute girlie
Lucille
Lucy smiled at Mel. “He is a runt, isn’t he? Still giant, though. Corvus colosseus. Scientifically sp-”
Runt pulled his beak out of her hands and began snapping at her hair. It was like being tickled with a pair of tongs.
“Hey!” Lucy burst into chuckles. She pulled away and the crow snapped at her shirt. She had to wrap her arms around his beak to stop him. By then, she was wheezing. “That’s – you – stop it!”
Runt smelled sour and musty, like something left out in the summer rain and covered in barn dust. The familiar scent, combined with such a fantastical animal, made it impossible not to fall in love. Lucy wrung her hands to keep in a squeal. “Stop, stop, stop…”
The nibbles stopped.
“Hm… Can – Would you let us ride on your back? Fly around a little?”
Runt cocked his head from side to side and croaked.
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