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(Novel's nightmare battle with Ceryn)
[Mon Dec 9 2024]
In a Spacious, Lantern-Lit Treehouse
Whilst the outside of the treehouse blends in with the gnarled, moss-covered bark of the ancient elm it rests upon, the hatch into it reveals a comfortable, well-maintained room of lacquered wood and warm lighting provided by hanging, copper lanterns. The smooth panelling that makes up the flooring is covered by a myriad of blankets and rugs, all adorned with swirling patterns of various verdant and celtic iconography.
Adding a focal point to the treetop abode is a warm, low, Japanese kotatsu table. The plush, downy pillows surrounding it offer comfort against the hard wooden flooring and almost beckon one to find themselves underneath the table's heated blanket. Just behind it and opposite the hatch is a series of clustered shelves, full of an assortment of board games, plant pots and decorative wood carvings in a rather haphazard organization.
To the southern end of the treehouse is a set of hanging drapes, divvying the room up with a beige cotton that leaves all but dark silhouette visible from the main section. On the other side of the veil is a sizable, circular, hanging bed suspended from the ceiling by sinewy hemp ropes. This section of the treehouse abandons the consistent lighting of the lanterns in lieu of the flickering atmosphere of fleeting candlelight lined up along the windowsill.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Novel says "What. "
"Oh. I'm armed." Novel sounds a bit puzzled by this fact. "What the fuck is going on?"
Victoria says "So, who?"
Ceryn rolls his shoulders, "I think we got nightmared, funny that it happened together Vic." He sighs, knocking a few arrows, "And here I was, minding my own business."
"You did. I opted to join once scouts notified me," Victoria replies. "Nobody attacked you?"
Ceryn says "Not yet, although there's someone up ahead."
"I have no fucking clue. I was minding my own business buying a coat. For fuck's sake." Novel sighs faintly. "Guess I'm the one getting fucking jumped, huh?"
Ceryn says "Well, better start sooner than later."
Ceryn ticks a nod to Victoria.
Victoria says "That would be appreciated."
"Well Novel, seems like you grabbed the wrong folks." Ceryn snickers lightly, drawing a an arrow to loose an early warning shot, "Second time this has happened to me, really interrupted my personal time."
Novel answers Ceryn with a deeply aggravated tone in his voice, the wicked, twisted, corrupt weapon in his hand lifting up and then singing down with an exasperated hiss in his voice, "I didn't fucking GRAB you, I was minding my own goddamn BUSINESS shopping for clothes and then suddenly -I- was grabbed you fucker."
With a click of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Victoria heads toward Novel.
Novel blurs - he's fast, or at least fast enough, dropping the weapon that bounces off the sickle and then angling it towards Ceryn's left leg, surging with strength and shoving back against the man, all violence and energy as he works to hack the other man apart and focus on them - ignoring Victoria for now.
"You know, I'm unsure why I have a chainsaw with me, but eh." Victoria narrows her eyes, flicking Novel's weapon out of his hands and arcing her knife.
With gathering motes of cinder, Ceryn presses his palm to Novel's chest, sending a wave of heat throughout his body before hopping backwards. His lips part to speak, but instead, he merely knocks another arrow, clearing distance between him and Novel.
Novel finds his weapon twisted up and around by Victoria's grip on his arm with a pained grunt, but he manages to get his blade around to catch the ripping teeth of Victoria's blade as he struggles to pull the limb loose. He twists the rest of his body, squirming like an eel, and getting loose - his hand comes out, nothing more than a slap, and more to try and yank Ceryn towards him and between himself and Victoria.
"Damn," Victoria sighs, heading toward Novel once again.
With a few mumbled breaths, motes of cidering spirits gather around Ceryn, only to fly towards Victoria and infuse into her blade, giving it a bright tint. Once the deed is done, Ceryn attempts to break distance again, kicking off the darkness.
Novel merely charges directly at Ceryn, booted feet thump-thumping and echoing strangely in this twisting world of darkness and nightmare as he draws his hands together over his weapon, utter fury crossing his features as he lifts it up and slams it DOWN on Ceryn in violent, two-handed grip - but it's mingled with a strange, maniac joy, a smile draped across his features.
"I'm a little tired of running," Victoria sighs at Novel. "Could be over so much faster if you'd hold still."
Ceryn clicks his tongue as the blade slams into his armor, knocking the wind from him. With a sigh, he manages to clutch the sick in his hand, swinging it back towards Novel as Victoria takes her sweet time getting to him.
Novel responds to Victoria with open, cackling laughter, driving himself forwards to Ceryn in violent slash and one-two stepping to try and get him tangled up with the pursuing woman - his blade flicking out to rip right into Ceryn's leg in the cut.
"Thank you," Victoria huffs, glancing to Ceryn. "Can't exactly move much faster in here," she tells him before whirling to strike at Novel.
Obviously at the end of his tether, Ceryn lashes back out with a few more swipes, blindly crossing slashes towards Novel.
Novel takes in a second breath - a deep drafting of wind - bringing his own blade up in violent clash as he parries the two in single swipe, before using the fullness of the man's momentum and weight to force Ceryn's own weapon backwards in violent slash that leaves him overbalanced - and staggering, both.
Ceryn fades out of the nightmare.
"You really didn't grab him, huh?" Victoria looks to Novel as though she feels bad for stabbing him - right before she makes another attempt.
"Nope. I was the one who got fucking grabbed. By either you or him. Or maybe both of you. Still..." Novel flashes a slasher's terrible smile back to Victoria, turning to lift up his blade and bring it down on Victoria in merciless violence, his blade glinting in both red and poisonous green. "I'm having fucking fun. Aren't you?"
"I mean, you're not?" Victoria tilts her head.
Novel abruptly turns - and charges, swiftly, out of range of Victoria, scampering off as best he can with his armor loose and his footsteps slowed, huffing out breath as he does.
"I mean you can try to run," Victoria shrugs, following behind Novel and making stabbing motions in the air lazily.
Novel grunts - and then shrugs at Victoria's catching up to him, turning, bringing the blade up to fight with a muttered curse as he slashes the blade - and then, backs off, continuing to give ground in the space with the clash of blade on blade.
"Now we're talking," Victoria nods to Novel. "That was fun, yeah?" Her arm flicks out, arching upwards towards his face.
Novel takes a cut to the leg, sending him staggering as he slips his blade across in reckless slash, mostly trying to bounce back to a better position - he flashes white teeth as he moves, angling away from Victoria as he does.
Victoria follows Novel, errant slashes made toward him.
Novel takes a blow to the stomach, an injury that makes him grunt - a wound that nevertheless doesn't make him fall, fighting back and giving ground slowly as his limbs tremble and heated breath comes out - splatters of blood that fade quickly in this dreamworld.
"How long can you last for, geez," Victoria whines.
Novel staggers at the next hit, his own blade shoved offcenter and dragging through the ground as he swings an open palm towards Victoria, not really accomplishing very much except perhaps making her blink.
Without much fanfare, Victoria continues her assault
Novel snaps his blade up in vicious, one-handed slash, another cut opening on his forehead, only to re-seal again. Apparently the answer to her question is simply a lot.
Sticking her tongue out at Novel, Victoria sighs.
Novel fades out of the nightmare.
Narrowing his eyes, Sam tilts his head aside. "Hm, let's do this, then."
Emily looks around wide-eyed and holds up her hands defensively. "What... what is going on?!"
Sam says "Oh, we're fighting, to decide which of our societies is top dog. Just a nightmare battle, nuthing personal, yadig?"
Emily keeps looking around in a panic, looking for the source of the voice. "A what battle?! For what?! Hey... keep away, I have a.... a...."
Emily pats herself down and sighs softly before putting up her fists. "I have two hands and I am not afraid to use them!"
Sam says "Oh, shit, yer naked. Entirely my bad. I can't see ya, if that helps. B'sides, I'm gay. "
Sam says "Well, at least this ougghta be over soon. Nuthing personal, aight? "
Emily says "I am not fuckin' naked!"
Emily says "Riiight... I recognize that voice!"
Emily says "Awright... let's do it then before I need to pay ya bar another visit!"
"Well, good." Sam speaks, sounding somewhat relieved. He grins, in the darkness. "Uh... Well, now I feel rude. I dun recognize yer voice at all." He pauses. "Emily?"
Emily throws a punch at ... nothing in particular.
Emily laughs loudly in response without answering the question. "Bring it on!"
Adjusting his armor, Sam hums. "At least I won't haveta hold back this time. Good thing about Nightmare battles." He lazily presses a thumb into the mouth of the obsidian ring he wears.
Emily says "Are ya gonna try ta talk me to death or what?!"
A rough chuckle comes from Sam's mouth, and a twang is heard as he puts an arrow on his bow. "Nah, just savoring my meal."
Emily answers with a huff and cracks her knuckles. "It's not gonna be the same like doing it in person, but I'll just have to focus harder on that memory!", she laughs back. "Now come on!"
With a chuckle, Sam steps forward. "Well, at least I can actually fight this time, unlike last time!" He stabs forward, grumbling as his teasing, testing jab misses it's mark.
Emily rushes at Sam, a fire burning in her eyes and her wings fluttering a bit with every step. "Oh, but how ya took those blows to the chin... like a champ...", she mocks as she swings a punch at Sam but seemingly can't get through his guard.
Lazily stopping that punch with an arm, Sam clasps his free hand around a rather human-looking fingerbone around his neck, then places his hand onto Emily's arm, briefly grasping there, as the blood in her vein thins, runes glowing on that finger-bone. "And all because ya lied about me, eh?" He smirks, stepping back, raising his knife with a vicious smirk.
Emily's eyes flicker with light und suddenly her fists are wreathed in flames as she swings another punch at Sam, failing to make it connect again. "I never FUCKIN' lied about ya!", she growls in response, visibly getting agitated. "YOU lied about me breaking the understandin'...."
"Not my problem ya ain't know the laws." Sam bats that fist aside, then answers Emily's fisticuffs with a harsh slash to the left shoulder, the earlier magic making the wound bleed rather more violently, at least for a few seconds. "Good attempt." He taps a mocking, two fingered salute to Emily.
Emily fades out of the nightmare.
Novels Nightmare Battle With Ceryn 241210
(Novel's nightmare battle with Ceryn)
[Mon Dec 9 2024]
In a Spacious, Lantern-Lit Treehouse
Whilst the outside of the treehouse blends in with the gnarled, moss-covered bark of the ancient elm it rests upon, the hatch into it reveals a comfortable, well-maintained room of lacquered wood and warm lighting provided by hanging, copper lanterns. The smooth panelling that makes up the flooring is covered by a myriad of blankets and rugs, all adorned with swirling patterns of various verdant and celtic iconography.
Adding a focal point to the treetop abode is a warm, low, Japanese kotatsu table. The plush, downy pillows surrounding it offer comfort against the hard wooden flooring and almost beckon one to find themselves underneath the table's heated blanket. Just behind it and opposite the hatch is a series of clustered shelves, full of an assortment of board games, plant pots and decorative wood carvings in a rather haphazard organization.
To the southern end of the treehouse is a set of hanging drapes, divvying the room up with a beige cotton that leaves all but dark silhouette visible from the main section. On the other side of the veil is a sizable, circular, hanging bed suspended from the ceiling by sinewy hemp ropes. This section of the treehouse abandons the consistent lighting of the lanterns in lieu of the flickering atmosphere of fleeting candlelight lined up along the windowsill.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Novel says "What. "
"Oh. I'm armed." Novel sounds a bit puzzled by this fact. "What the fuck is going on?"
Victoria says "So, who?"
Ceryn rolls his shoulders, "I think we got nightmared, funny that it happened together Vic." He sighs, knocking a few arrows, "And here I was, minding my own business."
"You did. I opted to join once scouts notified me," Victoria replies. "Nobody attacked you?"
Ceryn says "Not yet, although there's someone up ahead."
"I have no fucking clue. I was minding my own business buying a coat. For fuck's sake." Novel sighs faintly. "Guess I'm the one getting fucking jumped, huh?"
Ceryn says "Well, better start sooner than later."
Ceryn ticks a nod to Victoria.
Victoria says "That would be appreciated."
"Well Novel, seems like you grabbed the wrong folks." Ceryn snickers lightly, drawing a an arrow to loose an early warning shot, "Second time this has happened to me, really interrupted my personal time."
Novel answers Ceryn with a deeply aggravated tone in his voice, the wicked, twisted, corrupt weapon in his hand lifting up and then singing down with an exasperated hiss in his voice, "I didn't fucking GRAB you, I was minding my own goddamn BUSINESS shopping for clothes and then suddenly -I- was grabbed you fucker."
With a click of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Victoria heads toward Novel.
Novel blurs - he's fast, or at least fast enough, dropping the weapon that bounces off the sickle and then angling it towards Ceryn's left leg, surging with strength and shoving back against the man, all violence and energy as he works to hack the other man apart and focus on them - ignoring Victoria for now.
"You know, I'm unsure why I have a chainsaw with me, but eh." Victoria narrows her eyes, flicking Novel's weapon out of his hands and arcing her knife.
With gathering motes of cinder, Ceryn presses his palm to Novel's chest, sending a wave of heat throughout his body before hopping backwards. His lips part to speak, but instead, he merely knocks another arrow, clearing distance between him and Novel.
Novel finds his weapon twisted up and around by Victoria's grip on his arm with a pained grunt, but he manages to get his blade around to catch the ripping teeth of Victoria's blade as he struggles to pull the limb loose. He twists the rest of his body, squirming like an eel, and getting loose - his hand comes out, nothing more than a slap, and more to try and yank Ceryn towards him and between himself and Victoria.
"Damn," Victoria sighs, heading toward Novel once again.
With a few mumbled breaths, motes of cidering spirits gather around Ceryn, only to fly towards Victoria and infuse into her blade, giving it a bright tint. Once the deed is done, Ceryn attempts to break distance again, kicking off the darkness.
Novel merely charges directly at Ceryn, booted feet thump-thumping and echoing strangely in this twisting world of darkness and nightmare as he draws his hands together over his weapon, utter fury crossing his features as he lifts it up and slams it DOWN on Ceryn in violent, two-handed grip - but it's mingled with a strange, maniac joy, a smile draped across his features.
"I'm a little tired of running," Victoria sighs at Novel. "Could be over so much faster if you'd hold still."
Ceryn clicks his tongue as the blade slams into his armor, knocking the wind from him. With a sigh, he manages to clutch the sick in his hand, swinging it back towards Novel as Victoria takes her sweet time getting to him.
Novel responds to Victoria with open, cackling laughter, driving himself forwards to Ceryn in violent slash and one-two stepping to try and get him tangled up with the pursuing woman - his blade flicking out to rip right into Ceryn's leg in the cut.
"Thank you," Victoria huffs, glancing to Ceryn. "Can't exactly move much faster in here," she tells him before whirling to strike at Novel.
Obviously at the end of his tether, Ceryn lashes back out with a few more swipes, blindly crossing slashes towards Novel.
Novel takes in a second breath - a deep drafting of wind - bringing his own blade up in violent clash as he parries the two in single swipe, before using the fullness of the man's momentum and weight to force Ceryn's own weapon backwards in violent slash that leaves him overbalanced - and staggering, both.
Ceryn fades out of the nightmare.
"You really didn't grab him, huh?" Victoria looks to Novel as though she feels bad for stabbing him - right before she makes another attempt.
"Nope. I was the one who got fucking grabbed. By either you or him. Or maybe both of you. Still..." Novel flashes a slasher's terrible smile back to Victoria, turning to lift up his blade and bring it down on Victoria in merciless violence, his blade glinting in both red and poisonous green. "I'm having fucking fun. Aren't you?"
"I mean, you're not?" Victoria tilts her head.
Novel abruptly turns - and charges, swiftly, out of range of Victoria, scampering off as best he can with his armor loose and his footsteps slowed, huffing out breath as he does.
"I mean you can try to run," Victoria shrugs, following behind Novel and making stabbing motions in the air lazily.
Novel grunts - and then shrugs at Victoria's catching up to him, turning, bringing the blade up to fight with a muttered curse as he slashes the blade - and then, backs off, continuing to give ground in the space with the clash of blade on blade.
"Now we're talking," Victoria nods to Novel. "That was fun, yeah?" Her arm flicks out, arching upwards towards his face.
Novel takes a cut to the leg, sending him staggering as he slips his blade across in reckless slash, mostly trying to bounce back to a better position - he flashes white teeth as he moves, angling away from Victoria as he does.
Victoria follows Novel, errant slashes made toward him.
Novel takes a blow to the stomach, an injury that makes him grunt - a wound that nevertheless doesn't make him fall, fighting back and giving ground slowly as his limbs tremble and heated breath comes out - splatters of blood that fade quickly in this dreamworld.
"How long can you last for, geez," Victoria whines.
Novel staggers at the next hit, his own blade shoved offcenter and dragging through the ground as he swings an open palm towards Victoria, not really accomplishing very much except perhaps making her blink.
Without much fanfare, Victoria continues her assault
Novel snaps his blade up in vicious, one-handed slash, another cut opening on his forehead, only to re-seal again. Apparently the answer to her question is simply a lot.
Sticking her tongue out at Novel, Victoria sighs.
Novel fades out of the nightmare.
Narrowing his eyes, Sam tilts his head aside. "Hm, let's do this, then."
Emily looks around wide-eyed and holds up her hands defensively. "What... what is going on?!"
Sam says "Oh, we're fighting, to decide which of our societies is top dog. Just a nightmare battle, nuthing personal, yadig?"
Emily keeps looking around in a panic, looking for the source of the voice. "A what battle?! For what?! Hey... keep away, I have a.... a...."
Emily pats herself down and sighs softly before putting up her fists. "I have two hands and I am not afraid to use them!"
Sam says "Oh, shit, yer naked. Entirely my bad. I can't see ya, if that helps. B'sides, I'm gay. "
Sam says "Well, at least this ougghta be over soon. Nuthing personal, aight? "
Emily says "I am not fuckin' naked!"
Emily says "Riiight... I recognize that voice!"
Emily says "Awright... let's do it then before I need to pay ya bar another visit!"
"Well, good." Sam speaks, sounding somewhat relieved. He grins, in the darkness. "Uh... Well, now I feel rude. I dun recognize yer voice at all." He pauses. "Emily?"
Emily throws a punch at ... nothing in particular.
Emily laughs loudly in response without answering the question. "Bring it on!"
Adjusting his armor, Sam hums. "At least I won't haveta hold back this time. Good thing about Nightmare battles." He lazily presses a thumb into the mouth of the obsidian ring he wears.
Emily says "Are ya gonna try ta talk me to death or what?!"
A rough chuckle comes from Sam's mouth, and a twang is heard as he puts an arrow on his bow. "Nah, just savoring my meal."
Emily answers with a huff and cracks her knuckles. "It's not gonna be the same like doing it in person, but I'll just have to focus harder on that memory!", she laughs back. "Now come on!"
With a chuckle, Sam steps forward. "Well, at least I can actually fight this time, unlike last time!" He stabs forward, grumbling as his teasing, testing jab misses it's mark.
Emily rushes at Sam, a fire burning in her eyes and her wings fluttering a bit with every step. "Oh, but how ya took those blows to the chin... like a champ...", she mocks as she swings a punch at Sam but seemingly can't get through his guard.
Lazily stopping that punch with an arm, Sam clasps his free hand around a rather human-looking fingerbone around his neck, then places his hand onto Emily's arm, briefly grasping there, as the blood in her vein thins, runes glowing on that finger-bone. "And all because ya lied about me, eh?" He smirks, stepping back, raising his knife with a vicious smirk.
Emily's eyes flicker with light und suddenly her fists are wreathed in flames as she swings another punch at Sam, failing to make it connect again. "I never FUCKIN' lied about ya!", she growls in response, visibly getting agitated. "YOU lied about me breaking the understandin'...."
"Not my problem ya ain't know the laws." Sam bats that fist aside, then answers Emily's fisticuffs with a harsh slash to the left shoulder, the earlier magic making the wound bleed rather more violently, at least for a few seconds. "Good attempt." He taps a mocking, two fingered salute to Emily.
Emily fades out of the nightmare.