Patrollogs
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Thu Aug 8 2024]
In a lavishly-appointed master bedroom
The cloudy-blue walls of this room coupled with gentle mahogany accents give it a cozy, inviting feel. The bedroom is kept comfortable and well-appointed with a luxurious king-sized mattress flanked by an elegantly hand-crafted nightstand. Across from the bed, a sleek dresser and walk-in wardrobe provide ample room for outfits.
A vaulted skylight in the textured ceiling's center bathes all below in a gentle wash of changing light, warming through the cozy, muted palettes arranged throughout the decor. Artificial lighting design shines too, pulled together with ultra-modern shades and fixtures. From heat to light to sound, there's nothing in the room that can't be adjusted at the press of a remote, app, or the touchscreen on the wall.
It is about 65F(18C) degrees.
Stepping out of the gloom as soon as he is pulled into the nightmare, Nikolai curls his lip at Jericho and says, "Fucking werewolves. I will make you regret attack, mudak." His accent is deeply Russian, and it resonates along the ephemeral nightmare with ease as the big Slav brings his weapon to bear. He doesn't swing yet, though - first, he taps twice against the side of his neck, a slow smirk crossing his features.
Jericho(wolf) explodes out of his clothing, the threat of combat warming him, his ire already raised when he was drawn into this. His body is quickly covered in this wiry fur as he springs forward, landing on hands that are now paws, his head contorting into that of his lupine self. With a snarl he sprints towards Nikolai, unsure what the fellow is speaking of but not seeming concerned, his anger able to vent in the moment.
A well-timed sweep of the hammer knocks Jericho(wolf)'s legs out from underneath him as the canine pelts into a predictable charge, and the blazing-eyed Russian sneers down at him as he backs away. "Dogs. Always the same. No strategy." Nikolai slams the butt of his weapon onto the ground, sending out a spray of lit embers that don't quite manage to catch in the werewolf's fur. "What is next?"
Jericho(wolf) spills to the ground, barrel rolling before he comes back to his feet, charging towards Nikolai again, snarling.
There's a pause as Jericho(wolf) picks himself back up, and then Nikolai lets out a snorting little laugh, stepping in to meet the charge halfway with a massive swipe of the hammer, far too telegraphed to make a real impact, but nonetheless whistling through the air as if it were as light as a blade.
Jericho(wolf) twists aside as Nikolai's sweeping attack launches towards him, the massive weapon's telegraphed arc easy to avoid as the combatants draw near. Dashing in thisclose to Nikolai, he snaps directly at the man's head, spittle spraying from his maw.
"You did bring friends, da?" Nikolai laughs, rearing backwards so as to not lose the tip of his nose to those snapping teeth. "A werewolf without pack. Very disappointing." He turns to the slim-figured vampirette who steps out of the shadows, then jerks his chin towards the wolf as he closes back in. "Jane," he says, "Shoot him." His movements change, suddenly, throwing off predictability as he channels someone else's tactics entirely, whipping his weapon around to test at Jericho(wolf)'s defenses.
Jericho(wolf) twists aside to avoid the hammerblow though it is a close thing. He snaps back at Nikolai, taking a defensive stance as he notices a svelte woman in a three-piece suit, attempting to not get outflanked.
For all that he's a big lump of a guy, Nikolai proves unduly nimble, keeping himself out of reach of those teeth that bite and claws that scratch. Still channeling the talents of bogatyri before him, he steps into an opportunity created by a svelte woman in a three-piece suit's cover fire, then whacks Jericho(wolf) in the skull with his hammer hard enough to rattle his eyes in his head.
Wary of the situation, Jericho(wolf) is able to roll with the blow fortunately, the attack otherwise bone crushing. Dazed for a moment, nonetheless, Jericho(wolf) regains his senses enough to snap at Nikolai to try and keep him at a distance whilst he regains his footing, unfortunately incognizant in the moment of a svelte woman in a three-piece suit's actions...
"I am the scion of Svarog," Nikolai intones, stepping out of the way of yet another attack before a divine glow begins to suffuse his figure. "And you are not ready to face me, wolf. Back to the wilds with you." The head of his hammer takes on that solar light, and he swings it like a lumberjack's axe at a particularly stubborn tree. The steel meets Jericho(wolf)'s shoulder, bearing down on it with immense weight, and the shoulder dislocates with a wet pop before -
Jericho(wolf) fades out of the nightmare.
A Battle In The Nightmare 240809
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Thu Aug 8 2024]
In a lavishly-appointed master bedroom
The cloudy-blue walls of this room coupled with gentle mahogany accents give it a cozy, inviting feel. The bedroom is kept comfortable and well-appointed with a luxurious king-sized mattress flanked by an elegantly hand-crafted nightstand. Across from the bed, a sleek dresser and walk-in wardrobe provide ample room for outfits.
A vaulted skylight in the textured ceiling's center bathes all below in a gentle wash of changing light, warming through the cozy, muted palettes arranged throughout the decor. Artificial lighting design shines too, pulled together with ultra-modern shades and fixtures. From heat to light to sound, there's nothing in the room that can't be adjusted at the press of a remote, app, or the touchscreen on the wall.
It is about 65F(18C) degrees.
Stepping out of the gloom as soon as he is pulled into the nightmare, Nikolai curls his lip at Jericho and says, "Fucking werewolves. I will make you regret attack, mudak." His accent is deeply Russian, and it resonates along the ephemeral nightmare with ease as the big Slav brings his weapon to bear. He doesn't swing yet, though - first, he taps twice against the side of his neck, a slow smirk crossing his features.
Jericho(wolf) explodes out of his clothing, the threat of combat warming him, his ire already raised when he was drawn into this. His body is quickly covered in this wiry fur as he springs forward, landing on hands that are now paws, his head contorting into that of his lupine self. With a snarl he sprints towards Nikolai, unsure what the fellow is speaking of but not seeming concerned, his anger able to vent in the moment.
A well-timed sweep of the hammer knocks Jericho(wolf)'s legs out from underneath him as the canine pelts into a predictable charge, and the blazing-eyed Russian sneers down at him as he backs away. "Dogs. Always the same. No strategy." Nikolai slams the butt of his weapon onto the ground, sending out a spray of lit embers that don't quite manage to catch in the werewolf's fur. "What is next?"
Jericho(wolf) spills to the ground, barrel rolling before he comes back to his feet, charging towards Nikolai again, snarling.
There's a pause as Jericho(wolf) picks himself back up, and then Nikolai lets out a snorting little laugh, stepping in to meet the charge halfway with a massive swipe of the hammer, far too telegraphed to make a real impact, but nonetheless whistling through the air as if it were as light as a blade.
Jericho(wolf) twists aside as Nikolai's sweeping attack launches towards him, the massive weapon's telegraphed arc easy to avoid as the combatants draw near. Dashing in thisclose to Nikolai, he snaps directly at the man's head, spittle spraying from his maw.
"You did bring friends, da?" Nikolai laughs, rearing backwards so as to not lose the tip of his nose to those snapping teeth. "A werewolf without pack. Very disappointing." He turns to the slim-figured vampirette who steps out of the shadows, then jerks his chin towards the wolf as he closes back in. "Jane," he says, "Shoot him." His movements change, suddenly, throwing off predictability as he channels someone else's tactics entirely, whipping his weapon around to test at Jericho(wolf)'s defenses.
Jericho(wolf) twists aside to avoid the hammerblow though it is a close thing. He snaps back at Nikolai, taking a defensive stance as he notices a svelte woman in a three-piece suit, attempting to not get outflanked.
For all that he's a big lump of a guy, Nikolai proves unduly nimble, keeping himself out of reach of those teeth that bite and claws that scratch. Still channeling the talents of bogatyri before him, he steps into an opportunity created by a svelte woman in a three-piece suit's cover fire, then whacks Jericho(wolf) in the skull with his hammer hard enough to rattle his eyes in his head.
Wary of the situation, Jericho(wolf) is able to roll with the blow fortunately, the attack otherwise bone crushing. Dazed for a moment, nonetheless, Jericho(wolf) regains his senses enough to snap at Nikolai to try and keep him at a distance whilst he regains his footing, unfortunately incognizant in the moment of a svelte woman in a three-piece suit's actions...
"I am the scion of Svarog," Nikolai intones, stepping out of the way of yet another attack before a divine glow begins to suffuse his figure. "And you are not ready to face me, wolf. Back to the wilds with you." The head of his hammer takes on that solar light, and he swings it like a lumberjack's axe at a particularly stubborn tree. The steel meets Jericho(wolf)'s shoulder, bearing down on it with immense weight, and the shoulder dislocates with a wet pop before -
Jericho(wolf) fades out of the nightmare.