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(Sam's nightmare battle with Vindicta)
[Sun Nov 10 2024]
In [Narnia] at the Wood between Worlds
The interior of the building is draped lavishly in clothing of all sorts
and rotary racks pepper the bulk of the available space like multicolored
trees. The walls here are obscured with wood paneling from which hangs can
be attached to display individual items and the floor is likewise hardwood.
The floor plan of the interior of the thrift shop channels customers through
this central location from which the rest of the store can be accessed. The
area is marked with a prominent lamp post doubling as a street sign. The
two paths leading out from it are marked in delicate gold as Witch's Castle
to the north and Cair Paravel to the south. The sections are stocked
primarily with outerwear and formal wear respectively with a transition in
the center. The color scheme changes dark to warm as it transitions to the
south, but is done in whites and silvers to the west.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Luciano looks around suddenly as he's yanked out of the store, staring at someone and still holding his recent purchase.
Luciano looks around suddenly as he's yanked out of the store, staring at Vindicta and still holding his recent purchase.
Sam says "Huh. "
Sam says, easily, "Shall we jus' not drag this out? "
"Hi Luca," Vindicta says sweetly as she dips into the nightmare with him, rolling up to his side and leaning in, brushing her mask-clad cheek against his shoulder. "Just fight enemy. Be okay," she assures. "No shoot Bianchini."
Sam says "Oh, two against one, eh? And ya even brough a new guy?"
Luciano looks on his back, noticing the fact he was now equipped and armed. Letting out a groan as he quickly unslung his FN-FAL and shouldered it. Glancing to Vindicta with a huff, "Would you like to elaborate or am I kind of just going into this blind?"
Sam calmly speaks, lifting his knife. "Ya stepped into my house, dragged me into the nightmare, and are now planning to two-on-one me." He chuckles. "In other words, a coward."
"Not much time give information," Vindicta tells Luciano as the other voice speaks. "Warfare patrol. See someone not Temple, shoot to kill," she instructs. "Not worry about hurt bad. Only... Similar to practice match." Her shoulders rise and fall helplessly, not sure how to explain better than that. "No one drag anyone," she insists. "Venice make these matches. Everyone pull in accident. Random."
Sam smirks a little. "Ey, Luca, wazzit?" He speaks calmly. "Lie down on the ground, put yer hands behind yer head..." His voice shifts, a low, gutteral hiss coming from his mouth. "Or I make yer blood boil from the inside."
Luciano lets out a sigh and closes his eyes. Pulling up his neck gaiter to cover his face as he swept around the area with the barrel of his weapon. "Yeah, well, I can't see -shit- right now. A little bit of warning would be nice." He gave Vindicta a quick elbow. Turning his weapon towards the sound of the voice with a scoff. "Oh, I'm fucking -shaking-. How terrifying... Get some originality."
"If allies not join, bad luck," Vindicta tells Luciano, reaching out to pat his arm. "No listen, and no be afraid. We have fine." As that intimidating voice finds her, the little bitty thing stands firm and ready, rifle in hand. "Ready start?" she wonders.
Luciano raises up his rifle towards the new contact and slips his finger into the trigger well. Depressing his thumb into the safety of his weapon to flick it off. His shot was rushed, not even bothering to look down the sights as he fired a single shot towards the stranger.
Sam smirks, pointing his bowie-knife towards the other person. "Nothing personal."
His voice darkens, and, his free hand clasping a human finger-bone on a pendant around his neck, he points his knife to someone. "Yer Sight... IS DEAD!" He barks out, a dark gleam covering his finger-tips briefly before blood-vessels in someone' eyes burst suddenly!
Sam smirks, pointing his bowie-knife towards the other person. "Nothing personal."
His voice darkens, and, his free hand clasping a human finger-bone on a pendant around his neck, he points his knife to Luciano. "Yer Sight... IS DEAD!" He barks out, a dark gleam covering his finger-tips briefly before blood-vessels in Luciano's eyes burst suddenly!
Vindicta shifts herself between Sam and Luciano with an easy slip of her tiny frame, taking her knife in hand and angling it offensively while her shield is raised in defense. "Be calm, Luca," she instructs in cool tones. "Take time, feel where enemy is, not have attack if not certain," she insists. Then with a fluid motion, her right arm dashes outwards, launching a slashing and brutal attack towards Sam himself.
Sam grunts, staggering back just a little before he tilts his head aside. "Oh, you wanna play instead? Deal." He growls at Luciano. "Stay outta this, or I hex yer ass so bad you'll wish I only blinded you."
He responds to the attack with a slash of his own knife, eying Vindicta with a narrowed pair of eyes. "One on one, this coulda been interesting. Too bad."
"Calm down, Sam," Vindicta tells Sam firmly as she leans back away from his strike, bringing up her shield easily to block his assault with a knife in return to her own. "These fights very random. No one choose be here, just happen," she expresses calmly, even as she adjusts the grip of her blade to something more glancing, attempting to knock the man back on his heels and off-balance. "Be okay afterwards," she assures both himself and Luciano in the same breath. "Not kidnap. Venice only want see who stronger. Give power if win."
Luciano grunts as his shot misses, sending leather couch stuffing everywhere. Suddenly, the throbbing, pulsing pain behind his eyes causes the man to groan. As he pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a huff. He raised up his rifle once more, focusing himself as he took a few steps to the side. Attempting to line up a clearer shot. Slipping his finger back into the trigger well, he takes another probing shot of his rifle. The recoil hitting him in the shoulder as another casing kicks out of his weapon.
"Too bad," Vindicta tells Sam as she moves in lightning-fast, stabbing her knife deep into his left shoulder, enough to carve through to tap the tip against his bone. "No hard feeling," she insists, the dark, concealing lenses of her mask staring into his eyes with compassion. "Bianchini win, though. Hopefully wound heal fast," says the bitty girl before violently tearing her weapon free of its victim in a spritzing spray of blood. "Bye bye!"
Sam fades out of the nightmare.
Sams Nightmare Battle With Vindicta 241111
(Sam's nightmare battle with Vindicta)
[Sun Nov 10 2024]
In [Narnia] at the Wood between Worlds
The interior of the building is draped lavishly in clothing of all sorts
and rotary racks pepper the bulk of the available space like multicolored
trees. The walls here are obscured with wood paneling from which hangs can
be attached to display individual items and the floor is likewise hardwood.
The floor plan of the interior of the thrift shop channels customers through
this central location from which the rest of the store can be accessed. The
area is marked with a prominent lamp post doubling as a street sign. The
two paths leading out from it are marked in delicate gold as Witch's Castle
to the north and Cair Paravel to the south. The sections are stocked
primarily with outerwear and formal wear respectively with a transition in
the center. The color scheme changes dark to warm as it transitions to the
south, but is done in whites and silvers to the west.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Luciano looks around suddenly as he's yanked out of the store, staring at someone and still holding his recent purchase.
Luciano looks around suddenly as he's yanked out of the store, staring at Vindicta and still holding his recent purchase.
Sam says "Huh. "
Sam says, easily, "Shall we jus' not drag this out? "
"Hi Luca," Vindicta says sweetly as she dips into the nightmare with him, rolling up to his side and leaning in, brushing her mask-clad cheek against his shoulder. "Just fight enemy. Be okay," she assures. "No shoot Bianchini."
Sam says "Oh, two against one, eh? And ya even brough a new guy?"
Luciano looks on his back, noticing the fact he was now equipped and armed. Letting out a groan as he quickly unslung his FN-FAL and shouldered it. Glancing to Vindicta with a huff, "Would you like to elaborate or am I kind of just going into this blind?"
Sam calmly speaks, lifting his knife. "Ya stepped into my house, dragged me into the nightmare, and are now planning to two-on-one me." He chuckles. "In other words, a coward."
"Not much time give information," Vindicta tells Luciano as the other voice speaks. "Warfare patrol. See someone not Temple, shoot to kill," she instructs. "Not worry about hurt bad. Only... Similar to practice match." Her shoulders rise and fall helplessly, not sure how to explain better than that. "No one drag anyone," she insists. "Venice make these matches. Everyone pull in accident. Random."
Sam smirks a little. "Ey, Luca, wazzit?" He speaks calmly. "Lie down on the ground, put yer hands behind yer head..." His voice shifts, a low, gutteral hiss coming from his mouth. "Or I make yer blood boil from the inside."
Luciano lets out a sigh and closes his eyes. Pulling up his neck gaiter to cover his face as he swept around the area with the barrel of his weapon. "Yeah, well, I can't see -shit- right now. A little bit of warning would be nice." He gave Vindicta a quick elbow. Turning his weapon towards the sound of the voice with a scoff. "Oh, I'm fucking -shaking-. How terrifying... Get some originality."
"If allies not join, bad luck," Vindicta tells Luciano, reaching out to pat his arm. "No listen, and no be afraid. We have fine." As that intimidating voice finds her, the little bitty thing stands firm and ready, rifle in hand. "Ready start?" she wonders.
Luciano raises up his rifle towards the new contact and slips his finger into the trigger well. Depressing his thumb into the safety of his weapon to flick it off. His shot was rushed, not even bothering to look down the sights as he fired a single shot towards the stranger.
Sam smirks, pointing his bowie-knife towards the other person. "Nothing personal."
His voice darkens, and, his free hand clasping a human finger-bone on a pendant around his neck, he points his knife to someone. "Yer Sight... IS DEAD!" He barks out, a dark gleam covering his finger-tips briefly before blood-vessels in someone' eyes burst suddenly!
Sam smirks, pointing his bowie-knife towards the other person. "Nothing personal."
His voice darkens, and, his free hand clasping a human finger-bone on a pendant around his neck, he points his knife to Luciano. "Yer Sight... IS DEAD!" He barks out, a dark gleam covering his finger-tips briefly before blood-vessels in Luciano's eyes burst suddenly!
Vindicta shifts herself between Sam and Luciano with an easy slip of her tiny frame, taking her knife in hand and angling it offensively while her shield is raised in defense. "Be calm, Luca," she instructs in cool tones. "Take time, feel where enemy is, not have attack if not certain," she insists. Then with a fluid motion, her right arm dashes outwards, launching a slashing and brutal attack towards Sam himself.
Sam grunts, staggering back just a little before he tilts his head aside. "Oh, you wanna play instead? Deal." He growls at Luciano. "Stay outta this, or I hex yer ass so bad you'll wish I only blinded you."
He responds to the attack with a slash of his own knife, eying Vindicta with a narrowed pair of eyes. "One on one, this coulda been interesting. Too bad."
"Calm down, Sam," Vindicta tells Sam firmly as she leans back away from his strike, bringing up her shield easily to block his assault with a knife in return to her own. "These fights very random. No one choose be here, just happen," she expresses calmly, even as she adjusts the grip of her blade to something more glancing, attempting to knock the man back on his heels and off-balance. "Be okay afterwards," she assures both himself and Luciano in the same breath. "Not kidnap. Venice only want see who stronger. Give power if win."
Luciano grunts as his shot misses, sending leather couch stuffing everywhere. Suddenly, the throbbing, pulsing pain behind his eyes causes the man to groan. As he pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a huff. He raised up his rifle once more, focusing himself as he took a few steps to the side. Attempting to line up a clearer shot. Slipping his finger back into the trigger well, he takes another probing shot of his rifle. The recoil hitting him in the shoulder as another casing kicks out of his weapon.
"Too bad," Vindicta tells Sam as she moves in lightning-fast, stabbing her knife deep into his left shoulder, enough to carve through to tap the tip against his bone. "No hard feeling," she insists, the dark, concealing lenses of her mask staring into his eyes with compassion. "Bianchini win, though. Hopefully wound heal fast," says the bitty girl before violently tearing her weapon free of its victim in a spritzing spray of blood. "Bye bye!"
Sam fades out of the nightmare.