Nyxella said
Get the butter, we're having steamed crab tonight. Weak point? Kick in the chits We'll be nursing some serious boo-boo's when the deed is done.Glitchy guild keeps crapping up but I should be able to post after tomorrow.
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Off to the side of the scene of battle, Qara'Sion and his sister watched on. His eyes or eye didn't move to see what else was around him, only focusing on the riot in it's entirety. The only time it did move was to look at his sister, who's eyes appeared to dart from one spot to the next until eventually they stopped. She was definitely looking for something in the crowd of people instead of paying attention to any potential threat based on his own experience. Whatever that something was, she had found it.
"Do you think he'll do something stupid?" A feminine voice spoke to the two khajiit. Qara'Sion turned his head to face the direction of the speaker: Belle, who was carrying a slight wound on her arm. Shenzi didn't even turn to look at her. She kept her eyes focused on the mer who was currently dousing a guard in flames. "No, not unless he doesn't want the chance to find his son." She responded precisely. Qara'Sion followed his sister's gaze to spot the argonian she was referring to. The three of them were certainly a weird trio to say the least, since it appeared to him that they were traveling together of their own free will. Which brought up a question for him to ask. "Say... how did you two meet him anyway?" "We can have a story time later Sion, we need to get him from out of that crowd-"
Then, there was the clanking. The clanking that made the three go silent along with the rest of the square. A clanking the younger of the khajiits easily remembered. And he didn't like the sound one bit. Their heads turned to see unwelcomed reinforcements, and one specific thing made his heart halt. A giant, enemy, dwemer crab. Speechless. Completely, speechless. He couldn't recall seeing one of those even in Imperial City, but he damn sure knew he wouldn't want to incase he did.
Next, a fool of a man stepped alone to face it. A brave man, but a fool of one. Qara'Sion didn't even feel his jaw drop from the view of the now deceased fool. But what followed was a group of fools, including Shenzi and Belle's moving towards the machine albeit in a jittery movement. "Oh Gods, no he isn't..." Belle gasped, covering her mouth. The khajiit could feel and share the fear and concern she audibly showed. But was he really going to-
"Fat-one! Don't you dare keep going! Come to us NOW!" His sister roared to the argonian who immediately stopped the moment the words "Fat-one" flew in the air, only heard by him as it seemed everyone went deaf from fright. His head whipped around in the direction of the three as the argonian stood alone in between the marching party, and those who remained opposite. Just as he managed to back away, the marching party was blown to oblivion. Words could not, or ever describe what Qara'Sion saw as he clutched the dagger in his hand like a child in fright holding their mother's. Shenzi's friend luckily, managed to only be sent flying back into, or well on to, a small bunch of people like a cannonball. It was similar in remembrance to how Qara'Sion and a breton friend from the college were thrown, back during his first experience with the dwemer. The younger of the siblings kept his eyes on the machine, while the girls focused on their friend. The argonian stumbled as he stood back up, pulling something out from his side and immediately clutching his right arm. The two women sighed with relief. "For once... I'm really glad you call him that horrid nickname..." Belle slightly smiled. "Well... I thought if I called his actual name, he wouldn't have recognized my voice." The sister of the khajiits responded with a wink.
And there was the sound of metal hitting the pavement. Qara'Sion simply dropped the dagger, turned right around, and began to simply and only; walk away from the direction the dwemer crab was in. Shenzi quickly moved towards him and latched on to his hood; pulling it down and pulling him to her. "Sion, as much as I hate to admit being wrong, if we don't help stop that machine we will all be in trouble." Qara'Sion only blinked once before staring at her, as well as the machine in the distance. No audible response. "We're going to end up dead here or worse if we don't do something and I know there's a chance we could I think." Still no response, just another blink from his one eye. "Dammit Sion-" "You have a plan then? Because all I see is death." Someone quickly interrupted her. The argonian arrived at the group, bleeding from the side as well as from the top of his head. Shenzi sighed as she bit her lower lip. "Sion, please heal him. Please." His sister asked. The khajiit shook his head back to reality and placed his hands over the wound along with Belle. A soothing aura gently waved from their hands to the argonian. "Not much of a plan... aside from take out those dwemer staffs on it. I'm not too sure how to deal with the claws yet." "From ranged distance I assume? Because not many are too willing to go up to it now."
"And, thank you for calling to me. Fat-One sounds better than the one who called me coward." "Then they can be called a fool when they run up to that death bringer." Belle immediately responded as she and Qara'Sion stopped healing him, at least granting the mer reuse of his arm. The four remained in silence after her statement, turning to face the battle. "...Qara'Sion, is it possible you can make the machine fight for us instead?" Belle asked him. It took him a moment for the question to register in his head as fear currently was crowding in it. "...Maybe. But... personally, since I don't know anyway to directly control it, I could just end up making it stronger and still attack our side instead of the other. Not to mention if no one is even scratching the bloody thing, it'll more than likely resist it. I'm not a very powerful Illusionist..." He finally managed to speak again, bringing worry to Belle's facial expression.
"Sion, just try to hit it with something then. If Frenzy will still leave the chance for us to be attacked open, then try to make it stop attacking." Shenzi stated.
As the others fought directly in the battle, their group would indirectly fight. That was the plan set for them. Hands shaking, Qara'Sion held them in front of himself as they glowed a clear blue light. Flicking his hands, a dual ball of light flew through the air. Just before the dwemer crab was about to grab a man with its metal claws, it was enveloped in a blue aura and froze up. The man slowly struck the tip of the claw with a large hammer and jumped back before the automaton could resume to try to catch it's prey. That man definitely was one who was willing to die for the cause.
"How long did that last Shenzi?" Qara'Sion stoically asked in shock that his spell worked. "Maybe around three seconds. It looked as if it regained control of itself right before that man struck it. So yeah, in short, it needs to be weakened for your spell to last longer...Let's try to get one of the staves off it."
Qara'Sion held his hands in front of himself again, Shenzi stood to his left holding a throwing dagger, Belle to his right preparing a frost spell, and the argonian looming over the three with his hands aflame. "On my mark...three...two...one. Now Sion!" His sister yelled as he instinctively launched his spell. Once again the machine froze up in mid motion. Following the spell was the clang sound of a dagger hitting one of the staves, then an ice spear bashing the same staff with an ending of a fireball exploding on it, managing to force the staff to hinge off the side of the machine. After the three attacks, it was immediately affected by the pacify spell once more, just to make it reset its target from the group.
"...We got one? We got one!" Sion cheered with hope. "...My dagger did nothing at all..." "Which is why you should be more like me and be capable of both fighting and spells." The argonian laughed at the disappointed Shenzi. "The only thing you're capable of is clearing our plates for dinner." "Guys. Problem." Belle interrupted the two, pointing at a small group of guards moving in their direction. Qara'Sion's group was currently vulnerable as the argonian was still somewhat wounded and weaponless while Qara'Sion himself had little magicka once again to cast more spells. "...Shit."
"Do you think he'll do something stupid?" A feminine voice spoke to the two khajiit. Qara'Sion turned his head to face the direction of the speaker: Belle, who was carrying a slight wound on her arm. Shenzi didn't even turn to look at her. She kept her eyes focused on the mer who was currently dousing a guard in flames. "No, not unless he doesn't want the chance to find his son." She responded precisely. Qara'Sion followed his sister's gaze to spot the argonian she was referring to. The three of them were certainly a weird trio to say the least, since it appeared to him that they were traveling together of their own free will. Which brought up a question for him to ask. "Say... how did you two meet him anyway?" "We can have a story time later Sion, we need to get him from out of that crowd-"
Then, there was the clanking. The clanking that made the three go silent along with the rest of the square. A clanking the younger of the khajiits easily remembered. And he didn't like the sound one bit. Their heads turned to see unwelcomed reinforcements, and one specific thing made his heart halt. A giant, enemy, dwemer crab. Speechless. Completely, speechless. He couldn't recall seeing one of those even in Imperial City, but he damn sure knew he wouldn't want to incase he did.
Next, a fool of a man stepped alone to face it. A brave man, but a fool of one. Qara'Sion didn't even feel his jaw drop from the view of the now deceased fool. But what followed was a group of fools, including Shenzi and Belle's moving towards the machine albeit in a jittery movement. "Oh Gods, no he isn't..." Belle gasped, covering her mouth. The khajiit could feel and share the fear and concern she audibly showed. But was he really going to-
"Fat-one! Don't you dare keep going! Come to us NOW!" His sister roared to the argonian who immediately stopped the moment the words "Fat-one" flew in the air, only heard by him as it seemed everyone went deaf from fright. His head whipped around in the direction of the three as the argonian stood alone in between the marching party, and those who remained opposite. Just as he managed to back away, the marching party was blown to oblivion. Words could not, or ever describe what Qara'Sion saw as he clutched the dagger in his hand like a child in fright holding their mother's. Shenzi's friend luckily, managed to only be sent flying back into, or well on to, a small bunch of people like a cannonball. It was similar in remembrance to how Qara'Sion and a breton friend from the college were thrown, back during his first experience with the dwemer. The younger of the siblings kept his eyes on the machine, while the girls focused on their friend. The argonian stumbled as he stood back up, pulling something out from his side and immediately clutching his right arm. The two women sighed with relief. "For once... I'm really glad you call him that horrid nickname..." Belle slightly smiled. "Well... I thought if I called his actual name, he wouldn't have recognized my voice." The sister of the khajiits responded with a wink.
And there was the sound of metal hitting the pavement. Qara'Sion simply dropped the dagger, turned right around, and began to simply and only; walk away from the direction the dwemer crab was in. Shenzi quickly moved towards him and latched on to his hood; pulling it down and pulling him to her. "Sion, as much as I hate to admit being wrong, if we don't help stop that machine we will all be in trouble." Qara'Sion only blinked once before staring at her, as well as the machine in the distance. No audible response. "We're going to end up dead here or worse if we don't do something and I know there's a chance we could I think." Still no response, just another blink from his one eye. "Dammit Sion-" "You have a plan then? Because all I see is death." Someone quickly interrupted her. The argonian arrived at the group, bleeding from the side as well as from the top of his head. Shenzi sighed as she bit her lower lip. "Sion, please heal him. Please." His sister asked. The khajiit shook his head back to reality and placed his hands over the wound along with Belle. A soothing aura gently waved from their hands to the argonian. "Not much of a plan... aside from take out those dwemer staffs on it. I'm not too sure how to deal with the claws yet." "From ranged distance I assume? Because not many are too willing to go up to it now."
"And, thank you for calling to me. Fat-One sounds better than the one who called me coward." "Then they can be called a fool when they run up to that death bringer." Belle immediately responded as she and Qara'Sion stopped healing him, at least granting the mer reuse of his arm. The four remained in silence after her statement, turning to face the battle. "...Qara'Sion, is it possible you can make the machine fight for us instead?" Belle asked him. It took him a moment for the question to register in his head as fear currently was crowding in it. "...Maybe. But... personally, since I don't know anyway to directly control it, I could just end up making it stronger and still attack our side instead of the other. Not to mention if no one is even scratching the bloody thing, it'll more than likely resist it. I'm not a very powerful Illusionist..." He finally managed to speak again, bringing worry to Belle's facial expression.
"Sion, just try to hit it with something then. If Frenzy will still leave the chance for us to be attacked open, then try to make it stop attacking." Shenzi stated.
As the others fought directly in the battle, their group would indirectly fight. That was the plan set for them. Hands shaking, Qara'Sion held them in front of himself as they glowed a clear blue light. Flicking his hands, a dual ball of light flew through the air. Just before the dwemer crab was about to grab a man with its metal claws, it was enveloped in a blue aura and froze up. The man slowly struck the tip of the claw with a large hammer and jumped back before the automaton could resume to try to catch it's prey. That man definitely was one who was willing to die for the cause.
"How long did that last Shenzi?" Qara'Sion stoically asked in shock that his spell worked. "Maybe around three seconds. It looked as if it regained control of itself right before that man struck it. So yeah, in short, it needs to be weakened for your spell to last longer...Let's try to get one of the staves off it."
Qara'Sion held his hands in front of himself again, Shenzi stood to his left holding a throwing dagger, Belle to his right preparing a frost spell, and the argonian looming over the three with his hands aflame. "On my mark...three...two...one. Now Sion!" His sister yelled as he instinctively launched his spell. Once again the machine froze up in mid motion. Following the spell was the clang sound of a dagger hitting one of the staves, then an ice spear bashing the same staff with an ending of a fireball exploding on it, managing to force the staff to hinge off the side of the machine. After the three attacks, it was immediately affected by the pacify spell once more, just to make it reset its target from the group.
"...We got one? We got one!" Sion cheered with hope. "...My dagger did nothing at all..." "Which is why you should be more like me and be capable of both fighting and spells." The argonian laughed at the disappointed Shenzi. "The only thing you're capable of is clearing our plates for dinner." "Guys. Problem." Belle interrupted the two, pointing at a small group of guards moving in their direction. Qara'Sion's group was currently vulnerable as the argonian was still somewhat wounded and weaponless while Qara'Sion himself had little magicka once again to cast more spells. "...Shit."
yep, Sion's in the fray as well. To his dismay D:
So on a scale of 1 to 10... how screwed is everyone right now? >_>
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Nyxella said
Cairo', your taels give me supersanic lols. That was magnificent!! Some parts made me cry.
Im happy to know people enjoyed it! Although I will admit, for some characters, its easier to write something up for in the fanfic...
P.S. If i get bored in the future, there shall be a music video special starring Marassa, Thyra, Elayna, Sevari, and The Bear in their hit single "Work Bitch"
Stay Tuned :D
I hope you guys really did enjoy it :D. I sat down for like 6 hours typing that up lol. I thought it would be more difficult to write up several things for so many characters but it was actually easier. just takes longer. Personally my favorite part to type in that was the cheer squads rendition of "Work Bitch" but it helped to have these two hysterical images in my head.
1.) They actually were seductive
or
2.) They thought they were being seductive, but were too drunk and stoned to realize they looked like a train wreck.
I'll let the readers decide on their own which they imagine :3
1.) They actually were seductive
or
2.) They thought they were being seductive, but were too drunk and stoned to realize they looked like a train wreck.
I'll let the readers decide on their own which they imagine :3
And since I know have confirmation of the newest character, it is time to announce SEASON 2 PART 8. There's definitely a few errors in here but i'll correct it later. (Notice for new people: All characters will be similar and potentially different at the same time compared to their Canon personalities.) I also would like to know everyone's favorite part in this episode :D
NIGHT OF THE FOURTH DAY
After a lengthy hike, the group settled into their tents for a good night's sleep. All was calm, and all was right. The moon smiled brightly on the camp site in it's full glory, wishing them all a peaceful rest.
Too bad that didn't happen.
"...Sion." Cub whispered as he poked the khajiit. As usual, no response. "Sio-" The orc recoiled back as the now angry and awake khajiit stood over him with soulless eyes in just one blink. "What. Is. It." He hissed. "...The zipper is stuck on my side of the tent and I need to pee." Sion with one swift motion tore open Cub's side of the tent and pointed at the newly made exit. "There. HAPPY NOW!?" Cub peeked his head outside and shifted his gaze from left to right. "...It's really dark out there and Sevari's video has me scared..." "JUST BLOODY PEE OUTSIDE THE TENT!"
Gorzath crept quietly into the dark area of the woods away from the campsite. In his right hand: a delicious cream cheese pie. In his left hand: a can of lysol. As he walked, he gave a cat call signaling for his lover to come to him. "Darling?" A voice called from the distance. "My love, is that you?" Gorzath responded. Soon enough, famed celebrity Liza Minnelli came running to him. The orc sniffed the air and she did not have the most pleasant scent on her. His face cringed as she hugged him tightly, but the embrace in itself was enjoyable to him. "Here love, gifts." He said as he handed her the pie and sprayed her down with lysol. "Oh darlin, thank you!" She responded as she began to bite down on the pie. Gorzath felt slightly bad that he used her as a shield and now she smelled like a deodorized skunk in heat, but he loved her regardless. "...Now, shall we continue where we left off?" He whispered into her ear as they began to neck each other; pie and lysol in all.
"So, Marassa... how do you feel about your brother getting it on tonight hmm?" Elayna asked the female khajiit, stuffing her face with trail mix. The two girls, Thyra, and Sevari sat in the tent together. Marassa sighed. "As enjoyable as it is to imagine my brother and her "getting it on"... I think i'll pass on the thought." "Well then... so Sevari, how do you feel about being alone with three beautiful women?" The breton said as she nudged him. Marassa lowered her head down as she blushed for some reason. "Uh...I don't know, happy?" He answered her while feeling his own face turn a bit red. "Okay, my turn to ask a question since I missed it." Thyra announced as she sat upright. "Sevari, why couldn't you stay with the stooges again?"
"We are NEVER, going to let him eat camp food ever, again." Francis complained as he and Zainat were once again pinned down by the argonian, this time with clip hangers plugging up each of their nostrils. "...At least we can't smell anything." Zainat attempted to lighten up the situation even though Blade's rear was right next to his face. "Doesn't mean we won't smell later... tomorrow we're ordering Chinese food-" A scaly arm promptly landed on Francis' face, cutting off his sentence. All he could do was groan. "...And how will we do that? Do we get service out here? Plus, do you really want him to eat chinese food?" "Do you have a better idea? I'm all ears. And I'm sick of this gruel Sion has been making even though he doesn't have much to work with." "I'll let you know when I think of some-" Zainat gasped and closed his mouth shut when he heard a very familiar sound come from Blade's body. "Heh, sucks to be you." The elf immediately glared at Francis. In his mind, or well his current state of mind, decided that pain should be shared one way or another. So, as if he were a contortionist, Zainat bent his body to the side under Blade's weight and snatched the clip off of Francis' nose. "You ass!" Francis yelled before holding in his breath, eyes bulging. "Heh, sucks to be you."
*Hic* Fell from Hralvar's mouth as another empty bottle dropped in the tent. The nord once again in his undies, reached around behind him, grabbed another bottle and opened it with his teeth like a boss. "...Must you drink so much? And in your underwear too?" Shamoun calmly complained, not even opening his eyes to look at him. "Hey, you have your bedtime routine as do I!" A flushed Hralvar barked. "Why don't you stop meditating and join me in a drink or five?" A motionless Shamoun let out a deep breath as his response, clearly ignoring Hralvar. "Gods, why did I have to tent with such a boring ass..." Hralvar complained as he barely managed to crawl out of the tent with his bottle. "...Patience really is a virtue."
"Must... control... urge... to... AWOOOOOOOOO!" Thror struggled against his insticts, but with the moon in plain sight, there was no stopping him from howling. To some, the sound of a wolf howling could sound majestic to the ears. To others, especially one khajiit who was trying to sleep... not so much. "AWOOOOOOOO!" "CUT THAT NOISE OUT I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!" Sion's voice roared through the woods. "AWOOOOOOOOO!" Which his voice was ignored completely. The werewolf stared at the moon, without the slightest clue as to why, but it just had some sort of control over him. "Control...must...control.....AWOOOOOOO!" "Ah there you are my feral friend!" Came along a skipping Burkswallow. "The beautiful, natural sound of a wolf's howl is truly outrageous. Truly, truly outrageous. Such a wonderful noise on a wonderful night. It has inspired me to sing along with you. May I?" He asked as he held a guitar in his hands. "Burkswallow... this isn't... isn't.... AWOOOOOO!" "Yes! Such a grand sound! I shall join you in a song I hold dear to my heart..."
"You two are the best romance writer in the entire high school" *hic* A sloppy Hralvar complimented Rena and Vurwe. "Can I ashk, what inshpired you?" Rena paused and looked away from the old nord. "Well, he's a khajiit, and he's super popular, and super hot-" "But not as hot as my man. Like, he has this mysterious vibe about that's tots smexy..." Vurwe cut her off, drooling a little from the thought of her "man". Hralvar rubbed his beard in deep thought. It took him a minute to respond to the girls, as he first thought about what should he drink next and it all derailed from there. Eventually, what he originally was thinking of came back to him. "You know what I shink? You should go out shere and tell them what you shink!"
"We're no strangers to love~" "AWOOOOOOOO!"
Rena and Vurwe glanced at each other before looking back at Hralvar. "Yesh! You're two young, beautiful girlsh. You should confess your love to the two you call "your mensh"! "Yes! Yes I agree with the old drunken sod Rena! Like, we need to tell them now!" Vurwe cheered as she stood up in the tent. "You're right Vurwe! The night is young and gorgeous, filled with hope and unbridled desires, now is the time!" Rena copied the same motion as Vurwe. "Yesh! The love will be unrequited! And fullmoons are known to make people HOT for each other!" Hralvar attempted to mimic the girls but just fell over on his side instead, yet he didn't spill a drop from his bottle.
"You know the rules, and so do I~" "AWOOOOOOO!"
*Hic* "Go you two spring chickens. Go and confess your passion!" Hralvar cheered. "Yeah!" The girls screamed with joy as they dashed out of the tent, leaving Hralvar by himself. The old nord looked around, realizing he was by himself with nothing to do aside from drink, that is, until he found an empty notebook. "Hmmm....*hic*"
"A full commitment's what, I'm thinking of~" "AWOOOOOOOO!"
Meanwhile in one of the tents, a certain pair were snuggled nicely together in one sleeping bag, cozily making out. Reigenleif slowly pulled her head away from Zaveed. "I... kind of feel bad about this. You're certain Rena won't find out? She does have a crush on you and all..." "Relax, it'll be fine. She won't find out... besides, I like my girls brainy." Reigenleif giggled and the two returned to doing the naughty.
"You wouldn't get this from, any other guy!~" "AWOOOOOOO!" "BURKSWALLOW THIS ISN'T A FUCKING DISNEY MOVIE. YOU DON'T HAVE TO SING EVERY FIVE SECONDS!"
Thyra held her hands over her ears. "Just, great. Burkswallow is singing, Thror is having his time of the month, and now Sion is yelling loud enough to shatter glass." She whined. "Could be worse... we could be staying up the night without this." Elayna smirked with bloodshot eyes, taking a hit from her bong. "...You smoke too much." "I do not. Heh. Want some?" Thyra thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. "No... I'll just sneak into Hralvar's tent and steal one of his bottles. I'll be back." The nord spoke as she left the tent.
"I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling~" "AWOOOOOOO!"
Thyra slowly made her way to Hralvar's tent and carefully unzipped an opening on the side to stick her hand through. The moment her hand touched a bottle, a voice from inside said "You sure it's wise to steal from the principal while a teacher is around?" Thyra cursed. "Shamoun, it's only one bottle and Hralvar needs to cut back anyway. I'm doing him a favor." Shamoun simply sighed. "Fine, take it before he comes back." "Youre the best." Thyra ended the conversation as she snatched the bottle of vodka out of the tent and scurried off. "...Just repeat your mantra Shamoun.... and all will be fine... Shawmwhoa....."
"Gotta make you, understand~" "AWOOOOOO!"
Thyra returned to her tent with precise speed. As she opened it up, a massive cloud of smoke flew out. Fanning her face and coughing, she entered inside to find Marassa smoking from the bong, while Sevari and Elayna were eating a box of frosted flakes and a box of frosted wheaties respectively. Alerted, Thyra snatched the box from the male khajiit. "Whoa, Sevari didn't we state you couldn't eat these anymore?" She asked. "Heheh, I'll be fine Thyra, its been months since I've had any. I promise I won't relapse again." Sevari promised with a stoned smile. "This *munch* is the best box of wheaties ever." Elayna paused after her sentence and started chewing on something hard. After a few seconds, she took something out of her mouth. "Hey, free toy!"
"Never give you up! Never gonna let you down!"
Sion was trying his hardest to block out the noise with his pillow, but alas, he failed. If he pressed down any harder on his head he would smother himself which was beginning to seem like a good idea at the moment. Cub rolled over and watched as Sion in agony was trying his hardest to fall asleep. "You don't like their music? I can fall asleep to it easy." Cub stated which earned him a middle finger from the khajiit. "Never gonna run around and desert you!" "AWOOOOOOO!" Gods there had to be a way to make them stop. Some way. "Fine then, I see how it is." Cub pouted as he rolled over to face away from him. "Fuck you Cub-" Sion stopped his insult when he just realized something. Cub could easily make them stop. But to do that, he would have to be able to convince the orc to do so. He may actually have to... have to....
Desperate times called for desperate measures. And there was no choice. "Cub, if you make them stop singing, I'll be nice and won't insult you for two weeks." The khajiit gave in. Yet no response. "Cub? Cub?" Sion lifted his head from the pillow to find the orc wasn't even in the tent any longer. He shrugged and resumed to covering his head with the pillow.
"Never gonna make you cry~" "AWOOOOOOO!" "Never gonna say goodbye!" "AWOOOOOOO!" As Burkswallow sang, and Thror howled, the sound of bounding footsteps became louder and louder. "Never gonna tell a lie, and hurt you-" Cub out of the blue tackled Burkswallow to the ground and dragged him back to Sion's tent as proof of his hunt. "Did I do good!?" Cub yelled as he and Burkswallow charged into the tent, making Sion scream in surprise. After the shock dissipated, the three sat in silence for a bit of a minute until Thror's howl was heard again. "You were supposed to stop BOTH of them! Not just one! Deals off Cub!" "Geez Sion, why do you have to be such a twig bitch...." "That's it! Out of the tent!" And with newly discovered strength, Sion shoved Cub out of said tent. The orc staggered as he regained his balance when Burkswallow was tossed out as well. "And take this one with you!" The khajiit barked while zipping the tent up shut. Burkswallow watched as the orc's face was mixed between surprise and sorrow. "Tis okay my friend, while Thror is out, you can stay with me until he calms down."
Most of Cub fitted in the tent, however, his legs remained outside.
Rena stood outside of Zaveed's tent, breathing heavily. This was the moment her dreams would come true. This was the moment her desires would come to life. This was the moment, Zaveed would be hers. Throwing caution and care to the wind, Rena quickly unzipped the tent with her eyes closed and jumped right inside. "Zaveed! I lo-"
When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a topless Zaveed in a sleeping bag with Reigenleif, both paralyzed in fear. Rena's mouth dropped, as did a few curses. "Zaveed! How could you! And, and Reigenleif! You TRAITOR! You HEFFER!" "Wait Rena, we can explain!" "No! You toyed with me! You... you...." Rena couldn't even finish her sentence. She just charged right out of the tent leaving the two behind. "...This isn't good..." Reigenleif sighed.
The imperial girl marched away from the tent, trying to fight back tears. How could they do this to her!? She was to be the one with Zaveed, not Reigenleif! There wasn't supposed to be any real competition for Zaveed, he was to be her's and her's alone! "Out of the tent! And take this one with you!" Rena gritted her teeth from the voice. It was bad enough knowing that Reigenleif had her eyes on Zaveed but now, she had to be reminded of the khajiit and orc who constantly got in her way to her love! ...Wait.
A slow grin grew on the girl's face. That's it. She could use Cub and Sion to her advantage. With their constant fighting over who is Zaveed's real sidekick, she could manipulate them in her favor and take Reigenleif out of the picture. Once she was out, Cub and Sion would prove to be nothing more but nuisances to Zaveed and sort themselves. Then, Zaveed would belong to her. And Her alone.
RENA HAS JOINED THE BATTLE
"You couldn't have just stayed still and let me smack you. No, you had to move and now Blade is drooling on me again!" Francis barked. Both clip hangers were removed/smacked off of each other's faces and Blade was still sprawled over the two. "And had you let me kick you, Blade wouldn't have kneed me in the groin. Enjoy sleeping with that staring you in the face." Francis and Zainat were officially beginning to lose their minds, if they hadn't already. The smell, the drool, the pain was all that was there for them at night with no freedom until morning. "Mmm...like that don't you?" Slipped from Blade's mouth. "...The hell is he sleep talking about this time?" Francis questioned while Zainat began to feel some poking him coming from the argonian, but couldn't tell what it was. "Zainat!" Vurwe yelled from outside the tent. "Vurwe....? Vurwe! Open the tent!" As if on cue, Vurwe opened the tent and recoiled in fear from the sight, and the putrid smell. "Oh god... like oh em gee. It smells tots bad here!" "Vurwe, I need your help. Do something, ANYTHING to wake Blade up!" Zainat pleaded as if he was held at gun point. Vurwe started to salivate from the thought of Zainat pleading to her. Like a wench. "Just a moment honey boo boo!" Randomly, Vurwe pulled out her cellphone and dialed an emergency number on her phone. "Sebastian! Bring one of daddy's tools. Anything! STAT!" Francis and Zainat stared in worry as to what "tool" Vurwe was going to use. "Hold on Vurwe. You have service out here? How?" Francis asked. "Because my daddy's rich." And in seconds, a jet plane flew over the camp site and dropped a blow torch set down right next to Vurwe; speeding off as fast as it came. "Thanks Sebastian!" she yelled while picking up the blow torch. "Now don't worry Zainat! Princess Vurwe shall rescue you from the kaiju!" She announced, slipping on the mask and turning on the torch. "This'll only take a sec, kay?" "Wait, no, Vurwe, STOP!"
"I'll have my revenge... starting at this moment." Rena thought as she approached the tent where Burkswallow and Cub rested in. "Cub! Cub! Zaveed's in trouble!" Rena faked hysteria as she yelled. Cub immediately hopped out of the tent leaving a confused Burkswallow to sing his songs alone. "Zhaveed's in trouble!?" "Yes! He pitched up his tent in a marsh and it's very slowly sinking down! When he wakes up, he'll be trapped deep inside it!" She lied. Cub in a blind panic dashed to Zaveed's tent to "rescue" him, leaving behind a chuckling Rena. "I'll save you Zhaveed!!!"
"I feel really bad about this now..." Reigenleif told Zaveed in dismay. She felt as if she were a bad friend, but couldn't ignore the feelings she harbored. "Don't... she's a good girl, she'll understand." He tried to comfort her. "Still... I can't help but-" The sound of bounding footsteps was heard once more, this time by Reigenleif and Zaveed. "...What's that noise?" "I'll save you Zhaveed!!!" Cub roared as he easily tore the tent from the ground and accidentally tossed it high and far into the air. The orc didn't realize how much strength he used to "save" Zaveed but it did not matter, so long as he was safe. Even if the two in the tent were now screaming from the top of their lungs.
"...So much noise going on outside..." Shamoun complained in his thoughts. "It's becoming harder to meditate... I just need to focus on my breathing and mantra..." The redguard took a deep inhale and exhale before resuming his meditation. "Shawmwhoa....shawmwhoa....shawmwhoa...." The yelling and screaming was becoming unbearable. Too difficult for him to focus. He opened his eyes and noticed one of Hralvar's unopened bottles of alcohol. Begrudgingly, he picked up the bottle and opened it; taking a swig from the container. With a bit of a cough, he felt his mind relax again and set the bottle down to resume his meditation. "Shawmwhoa....shawmwho-" The meditation was abruptly ended when Zaveed's tent crash landed right on top of Shamoun's with a loud sound.
The werewolf sniffed the air. A familiar scent filled his senses. One that belonged to a friend nearby where he walked. He unknowingly began to follow the smell until he approached a tent. Right in front of said tent, was what he considered another being's "territorial marking". The canine in him was craving to replace the marking with his own, but the man in him was pleading not to for the sake of his own dignity. Thror shook his head in denial, yet kept walking to the spot. He approached closer, and closer until he stood next to the tent. He felt his leg slowly lift up, using all of his willpower to try to control himself. But alas, he couldn't. "....Please... forgive me..."
"Ug... I'm never going to get to sleep..." The khajiit whined as usual about his lack of rest. He tossed and turned but just couldn't fall asleep. Especially with that noise of water hitting his tent.
"...Wait? Was it raining outside?" Sion questioned as he sat up right and unzipped the tent. Just as he opened up the tent, he witnessed Thror finished relieving himself on his tent. Sion's face turned to rage, and Thror's face turned to horror. "Sion! I'm sorr- OW!" Sion cut off Thror's sentence by whacking him on the head with a stick. "Bad dog!" The khajiit yelled as he grabbed the werewolf by the head and put his nose in his "marked territory". "Bad, bad, dog!" Thror shook himself from Sion's grasp and immediately started growling. Sion in response due to his lack of sleep which triggered his own rage, made that weird noise cats make when mad. Not the hissing noise, but the other one. Thror lept into the tent and tackled Sion; creating a bout between the two. Eventually, Thror was punted out of the tent and ran away whimpering. "And don't EVER do that again!"
"And like... I've still yet to find Carmen Sandiego man...her and waldo would have an invisible child or something..." Elayna finished her story as smoke filled the whole tent. "I don't blame you at all Elayna... I'm so sorry..." Marassa said as she placed a hand on Elayna's shoulder, showing real support as a friend would. Thyra was receiving a second hand high from the three of them hot boxing the tent and remained silent for the most part until. "Guys. Hey, guy. Guys. Guyyyyyyyssss." "What Thyra?" Marassa calmly spoke. "...Is Sevari okay?" The girls turned their heads to find Sevari laid out completely on the floor; convulsing while covered in frosted flakes. "Oh god, Sevari's ODing!" The conscious khajiit yelled. "I totally told you two not to let him eat the frosted flakes but noooooo. We'll just ignore Thyra since she isn't cheer captain. And now, he's ODing." Marassa bent down over Sevari and began to shake him vigorously. "Sevari! Sevari stay with me! Quick he needs to be detoxed, do we have any cheetos?" Thyra and Marassa turned to Elayna who was sucking the cheese off her fingers while clutching a bag of cheetos. Marassa snatched the bag from her and dumped as many cheetos into his mouth as she could. Once his mouth was filled, she held on to his jaw and made him chew the food. "That's it. Chew, chew, chew. Now swallow" And Sevari managed to stop convulsing. Weakly, he opened his mouth on his own and whispered "They're more than good... they're grrrrrreat...." before passing out. "We made it just in time..."
When suddenly, the roar of a bear was heard from outside the tent. The girls in a panic/high/drunk clung together in response. "Oh joy, there's a bear outside." Thyra sighed. "It probably smells the food... what do we do?" Elayna asked. The three remained in silence until the drunk nord came up with an idea. "...We tame the bear." Marassa and Elayna looked at her as if she lost her mind. "No, hear me out. We use some of the food we have and our cheer dancing skills to condition the bear, bears like dancing. Haven't you seen the youtube videos?" The other two girls remained silent, while Sevari moaned. "You two have any other ideas!? How about you miss captain?" "It's not like I wanted to be the squad captain... I was forced into it-" "Blah blah excuses, come on. Put on your cheer uniforms and let's do it!" Elayna pulled out a rather large stash of food she kept in one of her bags, which raised the red flag for the others. "Elayna, how much food have you been hording out on us?" Marassa asked. "Not alot." Just as the girls were about to change, they remembered Sevari was still in there with them. So they simply decided to roll him over on his chest and faced him away from the girls.
As the bear began to sniff the tent, the zipper unzipped and a huge waft of smoke gushed out. The scared bear backed away from the tent but remained close enough to see three cheerleaders march out of the smoke. Curiosity peaked the bear's interest as it watched on. Then, the three cheerleaders began to "seductively" dance with the food they each held.
Thyra: You wanna hot salami? *Bear tilts his head*
Marassa: You wanna bologna? *Bear nods his head*
Elayna: You wanna macaroni? * Bear excitedly nods*
Girls: You better work bitch. *Bear stands up straight*
Marassa: You wanna linguini?
Elayna: Sip sweet honey.
Thyra: Chew a delicious turkey...
Girls: You better work bitch.
Marassa: You wanna eat sushi...
Thyra: Covered in bacon...
Elayna: Shredded Parmesan... *Bear tries to dance*
Girls: You better work bitch. You better work bitch. You better work bitch....
Girls: Now get to work bitch!
The girls and the bear skip in place for a few moments before the girls slowly dip down.
Girls: Aaaahhhh~
The girls return to skipping in place, however the bear just became fed up and lost his patience; leading to a threatening roar.
Girls: AHHHHHHH!
And thus, the bear began to chase the girls around the campsite.
"Did you hear that darling?" Liza Minnelli asked as she was being necked against a tree. This time Gorzath decided to play it safe and actually pay attention to what was around him. There was the natural yelling of course, but something seemed... off. He looked passed the tree they rested on to spot a tall, slender person far away watching them. It appeared as if he was wearing a suit. Then, Gorzath blinked and the man was closer than before. He was hoping to God that wasn't the person from Sevari's video and he didn't want to take any chances. "Come love, we must run!" He told her as he held her by the hand and ran off. Each time Gorzath looked back, the man was either out of sight, or too close for comfort. The safest place was in his tent, so with caution, he managed to sneak Liza Minnelli into the campsite without anyone spotting her and into a tent.
Unfortunately it was the wrong tent. Sion's tent. And the two jumped inside and landed on Sion's tail. The khajiit screamed in pain as Gorzath tried to cover his mouth. "Sion! Stay quiet! The thing Sevari showed us is out there!" The khajiit didn't argue nor fought back upon hearing Gorzath's explanation and instead clung to the orc and his lover in fear. Then Sion realized something. "Hold up. Are you famed celebrity Liza Minnelli? And... what's that smell of fermented skunk in heat?" "Sion don't tell anyone about this... me and her... have been secret lovers for awhile...please stay quiet about this..."
"What a night..." Reigenleif sighed, running her hand through her now messy hair. As she approached her tent, she heard a man's voice coming from inside. "You know, older men are definitely more experienced... why don't I show you a thing or two? I'll help educate you on a few subjects called S&M.... no that doesn't sound right. How do these girls write stuff so well?" Reigenleif opened the tent to find Hralvar once again in his undies, only this time by himself writing something in a notebook. She stared at him with a blank expression where all he could say to her was "...I can explain. *hic*"
Eventually the sense of danger was gone. Gorzath and Liza Minnelli left Sion's tent before anyone could notice her and after paying Sion hush money. The bear stopped chasing the girls, Sevari recovered from his dilemma, the fire in Blade, Francis, and Zainat's tent was put out, and Blade still didn't wake up. Each and every person returned to their own tent, or returned to fix their own tent.
As Sion and Cub laid down, Cub could feel his stomach rumbling again. All of that running and saving Zhaveed made him build up an appetite. But he had no food on him, and it didn't appear as if there were any in the tent. He shifted his body over to face Sion's back and opened his mouth when suddenly...
"Go, the FUCK to sleep Cub!"
And everyone attempted to have a good night's rest to begin the day tomorrow. Yay :3
NIGHT OF THE FOURTH DAY
After a lengthy hike, the group settled into their tents for a good night's sleep. All was calm, and all was right. The moon smiled brightly on the camp site in it's full glory, wishing them all a peaceful rest.
Too bad that didn't happen.
"...Sion." Cub whispered as he poked the khajiit. As usual, no response. "Sio-" The orc recoiled back as the now angry and awake khajiit stood over him with soulless eyes in just one blink. "What. Is. It." He hissed. "...The zipper is stuck on my side of the tent and I need to pee." Sion with one swift motion tore open Cub's side of the tent and pointed at the newly made exit. "There. HAPPY NOW!?" Cub peeked his head outside and shifted his gaze from left to right. "...It's really dark out there and Sevari's video has me scared..." "JUST BLOODY PEE OUTSIDE THE TENT!"
Gorzath crept quietly into the dark area of the woods away from the campsite. In his right hand: a delicious cream cheese pie. In his left hand: a can of lysol. As he walked, he gave a cat call signaling for his lover to come to him. "Darling?" A voice called from the distance. "My love, is that you?" Gorzath responded. Soon enough, famed celebrity Liza Minnelli came running to him. The orc sniffed the air and she did not have the most pleasant scent on her. His face cringed as she hugged him tightly, but the embrace in itself was enjoyable to him. "Here love, gifts." He said as he handed her the pie and sprayed her down with lysol. "Oh darlin, thank you!" She responded as she began to bite down on the pie. Gorzath felt slightly bad that he used her as a shield and now she smelled like a deodorized skunk in heat, but he loved her regardless. "...Now, shall we continue where we left off?" He whispered into her ear as they began to neck each other; pie and lysol in all.
"So, Marassa... how do you feel about your brother getting it on tonight hmm?" Elayna asked the female khajiit, stuffing her face with trail mix. The two girls, Thyra, and Sevari sat in the tent together. Marassa sighed. "As enjoyable as it is to imagine my brother and her "getting it on"... I think i'll pass on the thought." "Well then... so Sevari, how do you feel about being alone with three beautiful women?" The breton said as she nudged him. Marassa lowered her head down as she blushed for some reason. "Uh...I don't know, happy?" He answered her while feeling his own face turn a bit red. "Okay, my turn to ask a question since I missed it." Thyra announced as she sat upright. "Sevari, why couldn't you stay with the stooges again?"
"We are NEVER, going to let him eat camp food ever, again." Francis complained as he and Zainat were once again pinned down by the argonian, this time with clip hangers plugging up each of their nostrils. "...At least we can't smell anything." Zainat attempted to lighten up the situation even though Blade's rear was right next to his face. "Doesn't mean we won't smell later... tomorrow we're ordering Chinese food-" A scaly arm promptly landed on Francis' face, cutting off his sentence. All he could do was groan. "...And how will we do that? Do we get service out here? Plus, do you really want him to eat chinese food?" "Do you have a better idea? I'm all ears. And I'm sick of this gruel Sion has been making even though he doesn't have much to work with." "I'll let you know when I think of some-" Zainat gasped and closed his mouth shut when he heard a very familiar sound come from Blade's body. "Heh, sucks to be you." The elf immediately glared at Francis. In his mind, or well his current state of mind, decided that pain should be shared one way or another. So, as if he were a contortionist, Zainat bent his body to the side under Blade's weight and snatched the clip off of Francis' nose. "You ass!" Francis yelled before holding in his breath, eyes bulging. "Heh, sucks to be you."
*Hic* Fell from Hralvar's mouth as another empty bottle dropped in the tent. The nord once again in his undies, reached around behind him, grabbed another bottle and opened it with his teeth like a boss. "...Must you drink so much? And in your underwear too?" Shamoun calmly complained, not even opening his eyes to look at him. "Hey, you have your bedtime routine as do I!" A flushed Hralvar barked. "Why don't you stop meditating and join me in a drink or five?" A motionless Shamoun let out a deep breath as his response, clearly ignoring Hralvar. "Gods, why did I have to tent with such a boring ass..." Hralvar complained as he barely managed to crawl out of the tent with his bottle. "...Patience really is a virtue."
"Must... control... urge... to... AWOOOOOOOOO!" Thror struggled against his insticts, but with the moon in plain sight, there was no stopping him from howling. To some, the sound of a wolf howling could sound majestic to the ears. To others, especially one khajiit who was trying to sleep... not so much. "AWOOOOOOOO!" "CUT THAT NOISE OUT I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!" Sion's voice roared through the woods. "AWOOOOOOOOO!" Which his voice was ignored completely. The werewolf stared at the moon, without the slightest clue as to why, but it just had some sort of control over him. "Control...must...control.....AWOOOOOOO!" "Ah there you are my feral friend!" Came along a skipping Burkswallow. "The beautiful, natural sound of a wolf's howl is truly outrageous. Truly, truly outrageous. Such a wonderful noise on a wonderful night. It has inspired me to sing along with you. May I?" He asked as he held a guitar in his hands. "Burkswallow... this isn't... isn't.... AWOOOOOO!" "Yes! Such a grand sound! I shall join you in a song I hold dear to my heart..."
"You two are the best romance writer in the entire high school" *hic* A sloppy Hralvar complimented Rena and Vurwe. "Can I ashk, what inshpired you?" Rena paused and looked away from the old nord. "Well, he's a khajiit, and he's super popular, and super hot-" "But not as hot as my man. Like, he has this mysterious vibe about that's tots smexy..." Vurwe cut her off, drooling a little from the thought of her "man". Hralvar rubbed his beard in deep thought. It took him a minute to respond to the girls, as he first thought about what should he drink next and it all derailed from there. Eventually, what he originally was thinking of came back to him. "You know what I shink? You should go out shere and tell them what you shink!"
"We're no strangers to love~" "AWOOOOOOOO!"
Rena and Vurwe glanced at each other before looking back at Hralvar. "Yesh! You're two young, beautiful girlsh. You should confess your love to the two you call "your mensh"! "Yes! Yes I agree with the old drunken sod Rena! Like, we need to tell them now!" Vurwe cheered as she stood up in the tent. "You're right Vurwe! The night is young and gorgeous, filled with hope and unbridled desires, now is the time!" Rena copied the same motion as Vurwe. "Yesh! The love will be unrequited! And fullmoons are known to make people HOT for each other!" Hralvar attempted to mimic the girls but just fell over on his side instead, yet he didn't spill a drop from his bottle.
"You know the rules, and so do I~" "AWOOOOOOO!"
*Hic* "Go you two spring chickens. Go and confess your passion!" Hralvar cheered. "Yeah!" The girls screamed with joy as they dashed out of the tent, leaving Hralvar by himself. The old nord looked around, realizing he was by himself with nothing to do aside from drink, that is, until he found an empty notebook. "Hmmm....*hic*"
"A full commitment's what, I'm thinking of~" "AWOOOOOOOO!"
Meanwhile in one of the tents, a certain pair were snuggled nicely together in one sleeping bag, cozily making out. Reigenleif slowly pulled her head away from Zaveed. "I... kind of feel bad about this. You're certain Rena won't find out? She does have a crush on you and all..." "Relax, it'll be fine. She won't find out... besides, I like my girls brainy." Reigenleif giggled and the two returned to doing the naughty.
"You wouldn't get this from, any other guy!~" "AWOOOOOOO!" "BURKSWALLOW THIS ISN'T A FUCKING DISNEY MOVIE. YOU DON'T HAVE TO SING EVERY FIVE SECONDS!"
Thyra held her hands over her ears. "Just, great. Burkswallow is singing, Thror is having his time of the month, and now Sion is yelling loud enough to shatter glass." She whined. "Could be worse... we could be staying up the night without this." Elayna smirked with bloodshot eyes, taking a hit from her bong. "...You smoke too much." "I do not. Heh. Want some?" Thyra thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. "No... I'll just sneak into Hralvar's tent and steal one of his bottles. I'll be back." The nord spoke as she left the tent.
"I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling~" "AWOOOOOOO!"
Thyra slowly made her way to Hralvar's tent and carefully unzipped an opening on the side to stick her hand through. The moment her hand touched a bottle, a voice from inside said "You sure it's wise to steal from the principal while a teacher is around?" Thyra cursed. "Shamoun, it's only one bottle and Hralvar needs to cut back anyway. I'm doing him a favor." Shamoun simply sighed. "Fine, take it before he comes back." "Youre the best." Thyra ended the conversation as she snatched the bottle of vodka out of the tent and scurried off. "...Just repeat your mantra Shamoun.... and all will be fine... Shawmwhoa....."
"Gotta make you, understand~" "AWOOOOOO!"
Thyra returned to her tent with precise speed. As she opened it up, a massive cloud of smoke flew out. Fanning her face and coughing, she entered inside to find Marassa smoking from the bong, while Sevari and Elayna were eating a box of frosted flakes and a box of frosted wheaties respectively. Alerted, Thyra snatched the box from the male khajiit. "Whoa, Sevari didn't we state you couldn't eat these anymore?" She asked. "Heheh, I'll be fine Thyra, its been months since I've had any. I promise I won't relapse again." Sevari promised with a stoned smile. "This *munch* is the best box of wheaties ever." Elayna paused after her sentence and started chewing on something hard. After a few seconds, she took something out of her mouth. "Hey, free toy!"
"Never give you up! Never gonna let you down!"
Sion was trying his hardest to block out the noise with his pillow, but alas, he failed. If he pressed down any harder on his head he would smother himself which was beginning to seem like a good idea at the moment. Cub rolled over and watched as Sion in agony was trying his hardest to fall asleep. "You don't like their music? I can fall asleep to it easy." Cub stated which earned him a middle finger from the khajiit. "Never gonna run around and desert you!" "AWOOOOOOO!" Gods there had to be a way to make them stop. Some way. "Fine then, I see how it is." Cub pouted as he rolled over to face away from him. "Fuck you Cub-" Sion stopped his insult when he just realized something. Cub could easily make them stop. But to do that, he would have to be able to convince the orc to do so. He may actually have to... have to....
Desperate times called for desperate measures. And there was no choice. "Cub, if you make them stop singing, I'll be nice and won't insult you for two weeks." The khajiit gave in. Yet no response. "Cub? Cub?" Sion lifted his head from the pillow to find the orc wasn't even in the tent any longer. He shrugged and resumed to covering his head with the pillow.
"Never gonna make you cry~" "AWOOOOOOO!" "Never gonna say goodbye!" "AWOOOOOOO!" As Burkswallow sang, and Thror howled, the sound of bounding footsteps became louder and louder. "Never gonna tell a lie, and hurt you-" Cub out of the blue tackled Burkswallow to the ground and dragged him back to Sion's tent as proof of his hunt. "Did I do good!?" Cub yelled as he and Burkswallow charged into the tent, making Sion scream in surprise. After the shock dissipated, the three sat in silence for a bit of a minute until Thror's howl was heard again. "You were supposed to stop BOTH of them! Not just one! Deals off Cub!" "Geez Sion, why do you have to be such a twig bitch...." "That's it! Out of the tent!" And with newly discovered strength, Sion shoved Cub out of said tent. The orc staggered as he regained his balance when Burkswallow was tossed out as well. "And take this one with you!" The khajiit barked while zipping the tent up shut. Burkswallow watched as the orc's face was mixed between surprise and sorrow. "Tis okay my friend, while Thror is out, you can stay with me until he calms down."
Most of Cub fitted in the tent, however, his legs remained outside.
Rena stood outside of Zaveed's tent, breathing heavily. This was the moment her dreams would come true. This was the moment her desires would come to life. This was the moment, Zaveed would be hers. Throwing caution and care to the wind, Rena quickly unzipped the tent with her eyes closed and jumped right inside. "Zaveed! I lo-"
When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a topless Zaveed in a sleeping bag with Reigenleif, both paralyzed in fear. Rena's mouth dropped, as did a few curses. "Zaveed! How could you! And, and Reigenleif! You TRAITOR! You HEFFER!" "Wait Rena, we can explain!" "No! You toyed with me! You... you...." Rena couldn't even finish her sentence. She just charged right out of the tent leaving the two behind. "...This isn't good..." Reigenleif sighed.
The imperial girl marched away from the tent, trying to fight back tears. How could they do this to her!? She was to be the one with Zaveed, not Reigenleif! There wasn't supposed to be any real competition for Zaveed, he was to be her's and her's alone! "Out of the tent! And take this one with you!" Rena gritted her teeth from the voice. It was bad enough knowing that Reigenleif had her eyes on Zaveed but now, she had to be reminded of the khajiit and orc who constantly got in her way to her love! ...Wait.
A slow grin grew on the girl's face. That's it. She could use Cub and Sion to her advantage. With their constant fighting over who is Zaveed's real sidekick, she could manipulate them in her favor and take Reigenleif out of the picture. Once she was out, Cub and Sion would prove to be nothing more but nuisances to Zaveed and sort themselves. Then, Zaveed would belong to her. And Her alone.
RENA HAS JOINED THE BATTLE
"You couldn't have just stayed still and let me smack you. No, you had to move and now Blade is drooling on me again!" Francis barked. Both clip hangers were removed/smacked off of each other's faces and Blade was still sprawled over the two. "And had you let me kick you, Blade wouldn't have kneed me in the groin. Enjoy sleeping with that staring you in the face." Francis and Zainat were officially beginning to lose their minds, if they hadn't already. The smell, the drool, the pain was all that was there for them at night with no freedom until morning. "Mmm...like that don't you?" Slipped from Blade's mouth. "...The hell is he sleep talking about this time?" Francis questioned while Zainat began to feel some poking him coming from the argonian, but couldn't tell what it was. "Zainat!" Vurwe yelled from outside the tent. "Vurwe....? Vurwe! Open the tent!" As if on cue, Vurwe opened the tent and recoiled in fear from the sight, and the putrid smell. "Oh god... like oh em gee. It smells tots bad here!" "Vurwe, I need your help. Do something, ANYTHING to wake Blade up!" Zainat pleaded as if he was held at gun point. Vurwe started to salivate from the thought of Zainat pleading to her. Like a wench. "Just a moment honey boo boo!" Randomly, Vurwe pulled out her cellphone and dialed an emergency number on her phone. "Sebastian! Bring one of daddy's tools. Anything! STAT!" Francis and Zainat stared in worry as to what "tool" Vurwe was going to use. "Hold on Vurwe. You have service out here? How?" Francis asked. "Because my daddy's rich." And in seconds, a jet plane flew over the camp site and dropped a blow torch set down right next to Vurwe; speeding off as fast as it came. "Thanks Sebastian!" she yelled while picking up the blow torch. "Now don't worry Zainat! Princess Vurwe shall rescue you from the kaiju!" She announced, slipping on the mask and turning on the torch. "This'll only take a sec, kay?" "Wait, no, Vurwe, STOP!"
"I'll have my revenge... starting at this moment." Rena thought as she approached the tent where Burkswallow and Cub rested in. "Cub! Cub! Zaveed's in trouble!" Rena faked hysteria as she yelled. Cub immediately hopped out of the tent leaving a confused Burkswallow to sing his songs alone. "Zhaveed's in trouble!?" "Yes! He pitched up his tent in a marsh and it's very slowly sinking down! When he wakes up, he'll be trapped deep inside it!" She lied. Cub in a blind panic dashed to Zaveed's tent to "rescue" him, leaving behind a chuckling Rena. "I'll save you Zhaveed!!!"
"I feel really bad about this now..." Reigenleif told Zaveed in dismay. She felt as if she were a bad friend, but couldn't ignore the feelings she harbored. "Don't... she's a good girl, she'll understand." He tried to comfort her. "Still... I can't help but-" The sound of bounding footsteps was heard once more, this time by Reigenleif and Zaveed. "...What's that noise?" "I'll save you Zhaveed!!!" Cub roared as he easily tore the tent from the ground and accidentally tossed it high and far into the air. The orc didn't realize how much strength he used to "save" Zaveed but it did not matter, so long as he was safe. Even if the two in the tent were now screaming from the top of their lungs.
"...So much noise going on outside..." Shamoun complained in his thoughts. "It's becoming harder to meditate... I just need to focus on my breathing and mantra..." The redguard took a deep inhale and exhale before resuming his meditation. "Shawmwhoa....shawmwhoa....shawmwhoa...." The yelling and screaming was becoming unbearable. Too difficult for him to focus. He opened his eyes and noticed one of Hralvar's unopened bottles of alcohol. Begrudgingly, he picked up the bottle and opened it; taking a swig from the container. With a bit of a cough, he felt his mind relax again and set the bottle down to resume his meditation. "Shawmwhoa....shawmwho-" The meditation was abruptly ended when Zaveed's tent crash landed right on top of Shamoun's with a loud sound.
The werewolf sniffed the air. A familiar scent filled his senses. One that belonged to a friend nearby where he walked. He unknowingly began to follow the smell until he approached a tent. Right in front of said tent, was what he considered another being's "territorial marking". The canine in him was craving to replace the marking with his own, but the man in him was pleading not to for the sake of his own dignity. Thror shook his head in denial, yet kept walking to the spot. He approached closer, and closer until he stood next to the tent. He felt his leg slowly lift up, using all of his willpower to try to control himself. But alas, he couldn't. "....Please... forgive me..."
"Ug... I'm never going to get to sleep..." The khajiit whined as usual about his lack of rest. He tossed and turned but just couldn't fall asleep. Especially with that noise of water hitting his tent.
"...Wait? Was it raining outside?" Sion questioned as he sat up right and unzipped the tent. Just as he opened up the tent, he witnessed Thror finished relieving himself on his tent. Sion's face turned to rage, and Thror's face turned to horror. "Sion! I'm sorr- OW!" Sion cut off Thror's sentence by whacking him on the head with a stick. "Bad dog!" The khajiit yelled as he grabbed the werewolf by the head and put his nose in his "marked territory". "Bad, bad, dog!" Thror shook himself from Sion's grasp and immediately started growling. Sion in response due to his lack of sleep which triggered his own rage, made that weird noise cats make when mad. Not the hissing noise, but the other one. Thror lept into the tent and tackled Sion; creating a bout between the two. Eventually, Thror was punted out of the tent and ran away whimpering. "And don't EVER do that again!"
"And like... I've still yet to find Carmen Sandiego man...her and waldo would have an invisible child or something..." Elayna finished her story as smoke filled the whole tent. "I don't blame you at all Elayna... I'm so sorry..." Marassa said as she placed a hand on Elayna's shoulder, showing real support as a friend would. Thyra was receiving a second hand high from the three of them hot boxing the tent and remained silent for the most part until. "Guys. Hey, guy. Guys. Guyyyyyyyssss." "What Thyra?" Marassa calmly spoke. "...Is Sevari okay?" The girls turned their heads to find Sevari laid out completely on the floor; convulsing while covered in frosted flakes. "Oh god, Sevari's ODing!" The conscious khajiit yelled. "I totally told you two not to let him eat the frosted flakes but noooooo. We'll just ignore Thyra since she isn't cheer captain. And now, he's ODing." Marassa bent down over Sevari and began to shake him vigorously. "Sevari! Sevari stay with me! Quick he needs to be detoxed, do we have any cheetos?" Thyra and Marassa turned to Elayna who was sucking the cheese off her fingers while clutching a bag of cheetos. Marassa snatched the bag from her and dumped as many cheetos into his mouth as she could. Once his mouth was filled, she held on to his jaw and made him chew the food. "That's it. Chew, chew, chew. Now swallow" And Sevari managed to stop convulsing. Weakly, he opened his mouth on his own and whispered "They're more than good... they're grrrrrreat...." before passing out. "We made it just in time..."
When suddenly, the roar of a bear was heard from outside the tent. The girls in a panic/high/drunk clung together in response. "Oh joy, there's a bear outside." Thyra sighed. "It probably smells the food... what do we do?" Elayna asked. The three remained in silence until the drunk nord came up with an idea. "...We tame the bear." Marassa and Elayna looked at her as if she lost her mind. "No, hear me out. We use some of the food we have and our cheer dancing skills to condition the bear, bears like dancing. Haven't you seen the youtube videos?" The other two girls remained silent, while Sevari moaned. "You two have any other ideas!? How about you miss captain?" "It's not like I wanted to be the squad captain... I was forced into it-" "Blah blah excuses, come on. Put on your cheer uniforms and let's do it!" Elayna pulled out a rather large stash of food she kept in one of her bags, which raised the red flag for the others. "Elayna, how much food have you been hording out on us?" Marassa asked. "Not alot." Just as the girls were about to change, they remembered Sevari was still in there with them. So they simply decided to roll him over on his chest and faced him away from the girls.
As the bear began to sniff the tent, the zipper unzipped and a huge waft of smoke gushed out. The scared bear backed away from the tent but remained close enough to see three cheerleaders march out of the smoke. Curiosity peaked the bear's interest as it watched on. Then, the three cheerleaders began to "seductively" dance with the food they each held.
Thyra: You wanna hot salami? *Bear tilts his head*
Marassa: You wanna bologna? *Bear nods his head*
Elayna: You wanna macaroni? * Bear excitedly nods*
Girls: You better work bitch. *Bear stands up straight*
Marassa: You wanna linguini?
Elayna: Sip sweet honey.
Thyra: Chew a delicious turkey...
Girls: You better work bitch.
Marassa: You wanna eat sushi...
Thyra: Covered in bacon...
Elayna: Shredded Parmesan... *Bear tries to dance*
Girls: You better work bitch. You better work bitch. You better work bitch....
Girls: Now get to work bitch!
The girls and the bear skip in place for a few moments before the girls slowly dip down.
Girls: Aaaahhhh~
The girls return to skipping in place, however the bear just became fed up and lost his patience; leading to a threatening roar.
Girls: AHHHHHHH!
And thus, the bear began to chase the girls around the campsite.
"Did you hear that darling?" Liza Minnelli asked as she was being necked against a tree. This time Gorzath decided to play it safe and actually pay attention to what was around him. There was the natural yelling of course, but something seemed... off. He looked passed the tree they rested on to spot a tall, slender person far away watching them. It appeared as if he was wearing a suit. Then, Gorzath blinked and the man was closer than before. He was hoping to God that wasn't the person from Sevari's video and he didn't want to take any chances. "Come love, we must run!" He told her as he held her by the hand and ran off. Each time Gorzath looked back, the man was either out of sight, or too close for comfort. The safest place was in his tent, so with caution, he managed to sneak Liza Minnelli into the campsite without anyone spotting her and into a tent.
Unfortunately it was the wrong tent. Sion's tent. And the two jumped inside and landed on Sion's tail. The khajiit screamed in pain as Gorzath tried to cover his mouth. "Sion! Stay quiet! The thing Sevari showed us is out there!" The khajiit didn't argue nor fought back upon hearing Gorzath's explanation and instead clung to the orc and his lover in fear. Then Sion realized something. "Hold up. Are you famed celebrity Liza Minnelli? And... what's that smell of fermented skunk in heat?" "Sion don't tell anyone about this... me and her... have been secret lovers for awhile...please stay quiet about this..."
"What a night..." Reigenleif sighed, running her hand through her now messy hair. As she approached her tent, she heard a man's voice coming from inside. "You know, older men are definitely more experienced... why don't I show you a thing or two? I'll help educate you on a few subjects called S&M.... no that doesn't sound right. How do these girls write stuff so well?" Reigenleif opened the tent to find Hralvar once again in his undies, only this time by himself writing something in a notebook. She stared at him with a blank expression where all he could say to her was "...I can explain. *hic*"
Eventually the sense of danger was gone. Gorzath and Liza Minnelli left Sion's tent before anyone could notice her and after paying Sion hush money. The bear stopped chasing the girls, Sevari recovered from his dilemma, the fire in Blade, Francis, and Zainat's tent was put out, and Blade still didn't wake up. Each and every person returned to their own tent, or returned to fix their own tent.
As Sion and Cub laid down, Cub could feel his stomach rumbling again. All of that running and saving Zhaveed made him build up an appetite. But he had no food on him, and it didn't appear as if there were any in the tent. He shifted his body over to face Sion's back and opened his mouth when suddenly...
"Go, the FUCK to sleep Cub!"
And everyone attempted to have a good night's rest to begin the day tomorrow. Yay :3
oh right, forgot.
please excuse any errors in my post. i shall correct them later and jury duty has screwed with my sleeping schedule...
And it began. Both sides engaged each other as the riot began, however the khajiit did not begin to move himself. Through the one eye he could see out of, he remained by the wall and watched as if he were a statue. Instinct told him to stay away and let the others deal with staining their hands and blades with blood, while his morality told him to help fight, so his allies would live to see tomorrow. Regardless, he knew he had to make a decision. But once that decision was made, there would be a slim to no chance of him being able to turn back. What he wouldn't give to be back at the college, instead of joining this... this... war. He couldn't even think up of a degrading word for it. It was, what it was: war.
Yet for a riot involving civilians, the unmistakable scent of blood was in the air and more of it than he expected. Damn his senses. Damn the dwemer, and Damn Aron for dragging him to Imperial City. It was beginning to fester in Qara'Sion's mind more and more to just leave it all behind. Gods, he just wanted to be far, far away from this. He had his own life goals, and playing a role in this was not one of them. He finally managed to move his hand, albeit in pure annoyance to rub the eye patch covering his eye and froze up once more. He remembered how his sister compared him to their eldest sibling if only by appearance. He didn't see a single resemblance though in terms of how he looked, or what he did. His brother was strong, and he wouldn't have hesitated from terror had he been placed in Qara'Sion's position. He would have either fought, or played it smart, saved only who and what mattered and kept away from this.
...That's right. He still had to find his brother and sister to know they were safe. He couldn't die here. And the dwemer were currently in his way. In his way of safety, in his siblings' way of safety, and his friends way of safety. And the khajiit knew who to put his loyalty to. With a closing of the book, Qara'Sion marched forward, step by step. Heart still racing, he snapped his fingers and turned invisible.
"...I'll make them feel just as horrified and weak, as they have made everyone else."
The slow march of the khajiit quickened in pace as he moved nearby the swarm of guards fighting the rioters. His gold eye scanned for the nearest open guard to dive behind as the fight raged. It took him a few long seconds, but he did manage to spot one between two guards dealing with a hefty nord man. One backed off of him to guard their backs while the other engaged, swords clashing all the while. A perfect chance.
Qara'Sion slipped behind the guard and tapped him on the back with a rout spell. For a second, the khajiit revealed himself but immediately turned invisible again as he hopped away. The expression of the guard wasn't visible, however, the action of said mer running from the nord in a blind panic was. The guard clumsily ran straight into his ally and tripped over on the ground. His ally staggered, spinning around to find his comrade impaled on the pavement by the nord.
The khajiit kept on moving, weaving and ducking through each combatant as he tried to find the next target. Thank the Gods he at least knew how to dodge, lest a stray sword slice him. Too bad he wasn't good at using one. However as luck would have it, another guard a few feet from was holding a woman by her wrist; shaking her with force. Qara'Sion neared them as the guard lifted his sword and bashed the woman on the forehead with the hilt. She staggered back in a daze, yet remained on her feet although she was being supported up by the guard. The khajiit brushed behind the guard and slapped him on the back of the head with a calm spell before turning invisible again. The confused guard weakened his grip and noticed behind the woman for a split second was a one-eyed khajiit with a hand on her back. The khajiit immediately disappeared, and the woman with a look of a mad dog tackled the unsuspecting guard to the ground. Immediately she stabbed him in the one open spot on his neck, yelling "Give me my husband back!" all the while.
With ease, he spotted a redguard in battle against one of the dwemer himself. Another easy target. Qara'Sion began to make his way to the older man when something hard collided with his face in the direction he couldn't see out of. His invisibility broke as he practically flew onto the blood stained pavement. Quickly and with force of habit, he stood up and turned himself invisible once more. The khajiit saw as a helmeted guard began to walk in his direction. No matter which direction Qara'Sion moved, the guard still followed him whenever he was done easily cutting his way through the opposition. Which could only mean one thing...
"...The bastard can see me. Shit!" The khajiit cursed in his thoughts. He couldn't afford to break the effects of his spell as his magicka began to run thin and he would need more time to rest. He was only armed with a dagger which definitely was not, going to beat that sword. The only logical reason he wasn't cut with the sword instead of punched in the face had to have been because the guard probably didn't want to waste energy swinging it if he wasn't really there. So, the only thing he could do, was run.
And Qara'Sion ran. And the guard chased him. He sped away from the crowd of people as the guard pursued him, not letting up once. As the two ran past one person, the guard yelled as he fell on one knee. The khajiit turned his head to see a hooded figure knelt down near the man and inserted a dagger into the back of his other knee. Quickly, almost as though he was commanded, Qara'Sion turned right around, charged at the guard and punted him in the face to knock him over. Qara'Sion and the hooded person immediately pounced on the guard and stabbed him in the neck using a dagger that each had. Breathing heavily, the khajiit looked at the hooded person and a smirk grew on his face.
"I thought... you weren't going to fight?" He asked his sister. "Just a bluff to convince you not to join this." A chuckle came from the younger of the two's mouth. "Don't laugh, had you not decide to run in this direction, I wouldn't have been there to stop him."
The two stood up and moved a few feet to the side away from the fighting. "If you are, going to go back in there, you might want to regain your strength first. Doesn't make sense to be that afraid and act foolishly." Shenzi added before lightly nudging her brother on the shoulder. With a silent oblige, Qara'Sion moved away along with his sister, but the two remained on guard. The only mistake about resting though, was that his adrenaline rush would slowly subside until nothing but his common unbearable cowardice remained. And having his sister around made him relax a bit more.
First and Second hand instinct guided Qara'Sion's steps. The fear remained controlling him as if he were a child's doll.
Yet for a riot involving civilians, the unmistakable scent of blood was in the air and more of it than he expected. Damn his senses. Damn the dwemer, and Damn Aron for dragging him to Imperial City. It was beginning to fester in Qara'Sion's mind more and more to just leave it all behind. Gods, he just wanted to be far, far away from this. He had his own life goals, and playing a role in this was not one of them. He finally managed to move his hand, albeit in pure annoyance to rub the eye patch covering his eye and froze up once more. He remembered how his sister compared him to their eldest sibling if only by appearance. He didn't see a single resemblance though in terms of how he looked, or what he did. His brother was strong, and he wouldn't have hesitated from terror had he been placed in Qara'Sion's position. He would have either fought, or played it smart, saved only who and what mattered and kept away from this.
...That's right. He still had to find his brother and sister to know they were safe. He couldn't die here. And the dwemer were currently in his way. In his way of safety, in his siblings' way of safety, and his friends way of safety. And the khajiit knew who to put his loyalty to. With a closing of the book, Qara'Sion marched forward, step by step. Heart still racing, he snapped his fingers and turned invisible.
"...I'll make them feel just as horrified and weak, as they have made everyone else."
The slow march of the khajiit quickened in pace as he moved nearby the swarm of guards fighting the rioters. His gold eye scanned for the nearest open guard to dive behind as the fight raged. It took him a few long seconds, but he did manage to spot one between two guards dealing with a hefty nord man. One backed off of him to guard their backs while the other engaged, swords clashing all the while. A perfect chance.
Qara'Sion slipped behind the guard and tapped him on the back with a rout spell. For a second, the khajiit revealed himself but immediately turned invisible again as he hopped away. The expression of the guard wasn't visible, however, the action of said mer running from the nord in a blind panic was. The guard clumsily ran straight into his ally and tripped over on the ground. His ally staggered, spinning around to find his comrade impaled on the pavement by the nord.
The khajiit kept on moving, weaving and ducking through each combatant as he tried to find the next target. Thank the Gods he at least knew how to dodge, lest a stray sword slice him. Too bad he wasn't good at using one. However as luck would have it, another guard a few feet from was holding a woman by her wrist; shaking her with force. Qara'Sion neared them as the guard lifted his sword and bashed the woman on the forehead with the hilt. She staggered back in a daze, yet remained on her feet although she was being supported up by the guard. The khajiit brushed behind the guard and slapped him on the back of the head with a calm spell before turning invisible again. The confused guard weakened his grip and noticed behind the woman for a split second was a one-eyed khajiit with a hand on her back. The khajiit immediately disappeared, and the woman with a look of a mad dog tackled the unsuspecting guard to the ground. Immediately she stabbed him in the one open spot on his neck, yelling "Give me my husband back!" all the while.
With ease, he spotted a redguard in battle against one of the dwemer himself. Another easy target. Qara'Sion began to make his way to the older man when something hard collided with his face in the direction he couldn't see out of. His invisibility broke as he practically flew onto the blood stained pavement. Quickly and with force of habit, he stood up and turned himself invisible once more. The khajiit saw as a helmeted guard began to walk in his direction. No matter which direction Qara'Sion moved, the guard still followed him whenever he was done easily cutting his way through the opposition. Which could only mean one thing...
"...The bastard can see me. Shit!" The khajiit cursed in his thoughts. He couldn't afford to break the effects of his spell as his magicka began to run thin and he would need more time to rest. He was only armed with a dagger which definitely was not, going to beat that sword. The only logical reason he wasn't cut with the sword instead of punched in the face had to have been because the guard probably didn't want to waste energy swinging it if he wasn't really there. So, the only thing he could do, was run.
And Qara'Sion ran. And the guard chased him. He sped away from the crowd of people as the guard pursued him, not letting up once. As the two ran past one person, the guard yelled as he fell on one knee. The khajiit turned his head to see a hooded figure knelt down near the man and inserted a dagger into the back of his other knee. Quickly, almost as though he was commanded, Qara'Sion turned right around, charged at the guard and punted him in the face to knock him over. Qara'Sion and the hooded person immediately pounced on the guard and stabbed him in the neck using a dagger that each had. Breathing heavily, the khajiit looked at the hooded person and a smirk grew on his face.
"I thought... you weren't going to fight?" He asked his sister. "Just a bluff to convince you not to join this." A chuckle came from the younger of the two's mouth. "Don't laugh, had you not decide to run in this direction, I wouldn't have been there to stop him."
The two stood up and moved a few feet to the side away from the fighting. "If you are, going to go back in there, you might want to regain your strength first. Doesn't make sense to be that afraid and act foolishly." Shenzi added before lightly nudging her brother on the shoulder. With a silent oblige, Qara'Sion moved away along with his sister, but the two remained on guard. The only mistake about resting though, was that his adrenaline rush would slowly subside until nothing but his common unbearable cowardice remained. And having his sister around made him relax a bit more.
First and Second hand instinct guided Qara'Sion's steps. The fear remained controlling him as if he were a child's doll.
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