Probably didn't want you to say his real name.
too acustomed to it, fixed
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"What an uncoordinated attack," Gale thought, listening as the steps came closer and closer to her body. "Grab him, Brandy," she whispered, raising a hand to smooth her purple pompadour. "Right, no casualties, just injuries," he responded, and waited for the soldier's charge before nimbly stepping out of the way and chasing after him with that same speed that the Nathbakks were known for before hooking the feral's weak arms around his waist and digging her claw-like nails into his sides. "You think such an attack like that will work?" he growled, and after a few moments of struggling to do so, raised him over Gale's back and began to bend him with ease. "Bat Breaker, huh?" she thought, raising an eyebrow.
"My last wielder was killed by your army of fools!" Brandy screeched, bending the soldier's body as far as it would go with difficulty. "You killed an innocent family and many others! Have you no shame?!" he screamed before tossing him to the ground, rubbing one of the feral's delicate arms a few moments after. "That was a bit too much," she wheezed silently, feeling the exhaustion wash over her tiny body. "My legs can handle those kicks, but my arms can't handle his weight." Standing up straight, Brandy continued to wield his sword while panting quietly, refraining from speaking. "I'm sorry, Gale, but you're just not strong enough to do what I'd like," Brandy informed her. "You'll have to rest now before you can do anything that strenuous."
"My last wielder was killed by your army of fools!" Brandy screeched, bending the soldier's body as far as it would go with difficulty. "You killed an innocent family and many others! Have you no shame?!" he screamed before tossing him to the ground, rubbing one of the feral's delicate arms a few moments after. "That was a bit too much," she wheezed silently, feeling the exhaustion wash over her tiny body. "My legs can handle those kicks, but my arms can't handle his weight." Standing up straight, Brandy continued to wield his sword while panting quietly, refraining from speaking. "I'm sorry, Gale, but you're just not strong enough to do what I'd like," Brandy informed her. "You'll have to rest now before you can do anything that strenuous."
aight so after this one post, poog said to hold up until he gets home =w=
Brandy smiled with Gale's gleaming bat teeth, lowering the sword. "Alright, we will indeed take this outside," he began, giving the soldier a thumbs up, "but first..." Without a second thought, he dashed forward and slammed the palm of Gale's hand onto the top of his helmet, pulling it down over his eyes before dashing outside. Throwing the door open with great force, he dashed towards Liam's direction with nothing but pure determination and malice. "If she is not pleased with you, neither am I," he began, raising the sword before Gale took over. "No casualties, only injuries," she warned Brandy before overwhelming his control, taking her small but able fist and delivering a surprisingly hard blow to the side of the soldier's head. "You're a fool," she hissed, immediately regaining her stance after throwing her entire body into the punch and beginning to deliver a flurry of speedy kicks to the backs of the soldier's knees. "How dare you both stroll into this homely town with your disgusting boots and uniforms!" Before delivering her final kick, her lithe form leaped forward and snatched the communications device, delivering a final kick with the very tip of her boots to his shin before landing with a flap of her small ebony wings. Tossing it to the ground, she took the heel of her boot and smashed it, clearly not phased by the sparks and the static coming from the dying speaker.
"You think calling for your friends will help you?" she demanded, walking over and raising the sabre like before as her voice took on another static tone. "I have friends too, you idiot, and we'll just have another shoot out like the police and the Egrets did so long ago." As she finished her line, she grabbed his shirt's collar with a powerful grip. "We'll have a shoot out, alright," she whispered, staring into his eyes as her red pupils came back and she kept the excruciatingly bright light flowing, "but a Nathbakk will not be the one who dies. You will." Giving him a toothy, rather batty smile, she tightened her grip on him and began to drag him out of the alley before Brandy overwhelmed her, slinging him around to the front of the feral's blind view. "While I cannot see out of my user's eyes," he began, raising the sword like before, "I can certainly tell when one is running or desperately trying to escape." He crouched beside the man and put his host's small arm around his shoulders, hugging him tight, "No funny movements!" He immediately let him go before stopping and turning to deliver a powerful kick directly to his ribcage. "Remember, I can hear everything," he snarled, turning his back and ignoring the crowd that had come to spectate.
"You think calling for your friends will help you?" she demanded, walking over and raising the sabre like before as her voice took on another static tone. "I have friends too, you idiot, and we'll just have another shoot out like the police and the Egrets did so long ago." As she finished her line, she grabbed his shirt's collar with a powerful grip. "We'll have a shoot out, alright," she whispered, staring into his eyes as her red pupils came back and she kept the excruciatingly bright light flowing, "but a Nathbakk will not be the one who dies. You will." Giving him a toothy, rather batty smile, she tightened her grip on him and began to drag him out of the alley before Brandy overwhelmed her, slinging him around to the front of the feral's blind view. "While I cannot see out of my user's eyes," he began, raising the sword like before, "I can certainly tell when one is running or desperately trying to escape." He crouched beside the man and put his host's small arm around his shoulders, hugging him tight, "No funny movements!" He immediately let him go before stopping and turning to deliver a powerful kick directly to his ribcage. "Remember, I can hear everything," he snarled, turning his back and ignoring the crowd that had come to spectate.
Gale's favorite thing that Ash did was scratching her head. She was part animal, after all, but that would not stop her. Not now, not when these soldiers dared to enter her hometown. "Ash, there is no stopping this," she voiced through all the static, "This has to happen, and you know why." With that, Gale's presence receded and let Brandy do his thing from then on.
Without another word, Brandy, clearly able to work his host's body with ease, stepped forward with an unbelievable speed due to Gale's abilities and stuck the sword into the soldier's notepad, causing the tip to be about a few centimeters from the man's face. Brandy carefully brought the notepad back and tossed it into the air before flicking Gale's wrist and slicing the notebook once with what seemed to be almost a delicate force. While suspended the air, the notebook seemingly split into bits and pieces of paper before flittering like butterflies and falling to the floor.
"You will not question these girls. You will not question my host. You will not even get to know what type of parasite I am," Brandy stated in a smooth yet static voice, the light from Gale's eyes growing even brighter as he stared directly into the single soldier's eyes. "H-Hey, be careful! My eyes can only handle so much power," Gale thought in a panicked tone, wincing at the pain, to which he responded, "I am well aware of your abilities, Gale. Why have you no confidence for what I do?"
The sword's true wielder held his attention on the Egrets and made sure that the blinding light was making contact with their eyes. "I would take this fight outside if you decide you'd like to engage," he informed the man, tapping the small table to the right with the obsidian blade. "There's too many bystanders in here, and no one innocent needs to get hurt." With that, "Gale" glided past the two men and stood by the door, gesturing with the sabre to the scenery outside. "Shall we? It's either you leave peacefully with no damage, or you leave with broken bones and black eyes. Maybe more."
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Morgann winced as the door to the cafe slowly opened and turned her head slightly, narrowing her light green eyes. "Who's that? No one comes to the cafe at this time," she fumed silently, opening her jacket and pulling out a compact mirror. She carefully opened up the compact and pulled out a small brush, pretending to apply powder to her face when she was actually aiming the mirror towards the newcomer. "Strange," she mouthed silently before snapping it shut, taking off her hat, and dropping the mirror back into its shadowy depths. She wriggled her fingers at the jacket in a playful manner before opening it and reaching in, feeling around for her tommy gun and exhaled with confident relief when she caught it by the handle. "It never hurt to be prepared," she said to herself, tipping her hat forwards.
During her contemplation on the possibility that she might be attacked, her thoughts were interrupted by the young man from earlier, silently and clumsily slipping her coffee onto the table. Before she could say thank you, his shaky hand let go of the coffee, and the burning liquid splashed all over Morgann's coat. The magician quickly clasped her suit against her body despite the fiery liquid coating the outfit and winced as a monstrous roar came from within it, finding herself struggling to keep the suit from leaping off of her. "M-Ma'am?" the boy whimpered, quickly cleaning up the coffee off the table with his dish rag. "No, no, it's alright, the spill is fine," she soothed, waving her hand at him in a nonchalant manner. "N-No, your coat, it made a noise!" he cried, covering his face. "Hm? No, that wasn't my coat, dear. Have you ever been to Cirque des Cartes?" she questioned, adjusting one of her gleaming white gloves. "O-Oh, are you...the magician from the circus? The magician? Morgann Lacroix?" he asked, his shyness suddenly dissipating as she nodded at his question and plastered a fake smile onto her face. "Oh my God, I'm going to get you another coffee! It's on the house!" he shouted, beginning to run off. As he took off, Morgann pulled out her wand and wriggled her skinny fingers once more, shoving them into her jacket before pulling out a small piranha. Twirling her wand a few times, she sent the fanged fish flying via telekinesis into the back pocket of the boy's apron. "Lousy kid, spilling all that coffee on poor Magnolia," she cooed, stroking the jacket's sleeve to which the entire suit seemed to clasp itself against her and calm down just as it had before. The coffee stains seemed to have been absorbed into the lavish white fabric, and Morgann found herself busy with her own thoughts despite the bus boy's cries of fear from the kitchen.
Without another word, Brandy, clearly able to work his host's body with ease, stepped forward with an unbelievable speed due to Gale's abilities and stuck the sword into the soldier's notepad, causing the tip to be about a few centimeters from the man's face. Brandy carefully brought the notepad back and tossed it into the air before flicking Gale's wrist and slicing the notebook once with what seemed to be almost a delicate force. While suspended the air, the notebook seemingly split into bits and pieces of paper before flittering like butterflies and falling to the floor.
"You will not question these girls. You will not question my host. You will not even get to know what type of parasite I am," Brandy stated in a smooth yet static voice, the light from Gale's eyes growing even brighter as he stared directly into the single soldier's eyes. "H-Hey, be careful! My eyes can only handle so much power," Gale thought in a panicked tone, wincing at the pain, to which he responded, "I am well aware of your abilities, Gale. Why have you no confidence for what I do?"
The sword's true wielder held his attention on the Egrets and made sure that the blinding light was making contact with their eyes. "I would take this fight outside if you decide you'd like to engage," he informed the man, tapping the small table to the right with the obsidian blade. "There's too many bystanders in here, and no one innocent needs to get hurt." With that, "Gale" glided past the two men and stood by the door, gesturing with the sabre to the scenery outside. "Shall we? It's either you leave peacefully with no damage, or you leave with broken bones and black eyes. Maybe more."
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Morgann winced as the door to the cafe slowly opened and turned her head slightly, narrowing her light green eyes. "Who's that? No one comes to the cafe at this time," she fumed silently, opening her jacket and pulling out a compact mirror. She carefully opened up the compact and pulled out a small brush, pretending to apply powder to her face when she was actually aiming the mirror towards the newcomer. "Strange," she mouthed silently before snapping it shut, taking off her hat, and dropping the mirror back into its shadowy depths. She wriggled her fingers at the jacket in a playful manner before opening it and reaching in, feeling around for her tommy gun and exhaled with confident relief when she caught it by the handle. "It never hurt to be prepared," she said to herself, tipping her hat forwards.
During her contemplation on the possibility that she might be attacked, her thoughts were interrupted by the young man from earlier, silently and clumsily slipping her coffee onto the table. Before she could say thank you, his shaky hand let go of the coffee, and the burning liquid splashed all over Morgann's coat. The magician quickly clasped her suit against her body despite the fiery liquid coating the outfit and winced as a monstrous roar came from within it, finding herself struggling to keep the suit from leaping off of her. "M-Ma'am?" the boy whimpered, quickly cleaning up the coffee off the table with his dish rag. "No, no, it's alright, the spill is fine," she soothed, waving her hand at him in a nonchalant manner. "N-No, your coat, it made a noise!" he cried, covering his face. "Hm? No, that wasn't my coat, dear. Have you ever been to Cirque des Cartes?" she questioned, adjusting one of her gleaming white gloves. "O-Oh, are you...the magician from the circus? The magician? Morgann Lacroix?" he asked, his shyness suddenly dissipating as she nodded at his question and plastered a fake smile onto her face. "Oh my God, I'm going to get you another coffee! It's on the house!" he shouted, beginning to run off. As he took off, Morgann pulled out her wand and wriggled her skinny fingers once more, shoving them into her jacket before pulling out a small piranha. Twirling her wand a few times, she sent the fanged fish flying via telekinesis into the back pocket of the boy's apron. "Lousy kid, spilling all that coffee on poor Magnolia," she cooed, stroking the jacket's sleeve to which the entire suit seemed to clasp itself against her and calm down just as it had before. The coffee stains seemed to have been absorbed into the lavish white fabric, and Morgann found herself busy with her own thoughts despite the bus boy's cries of fear from the kitchen.
In that very moment, something snapped inside of Gale. "A t-shirt," she echoed in her mind, her entire body filling with a surreal rage. That deafening static had returned, indicating that Brandy Station was most certainly ready to take over. "Are you sure you want me to go on?" he whispered, and she felt her impaired eyes burning from the intense, burning light that was finding its way through her pupils. "Do it," she replied, relinquishing all control over her actions and her body to let Brandy take over. While Brandy slowly began to take control, he reached up using her delicate, thin fingers and opened her eyelids manually, revealing that her entire eye had been submerged in a ghostly yellow light. "I'll keep you safe, you just watch," he breathed softly to her despite the fact that she was too disoriented to properly reply.
After he had complete control over her mind and body, he slipped the obsidian sword out of its polished sheath, pointing it directly in the Egrets' direction. "Hello, all," he announced in a voice that sounded vaguely like Gale's, but it had a twist of a garbled male voice and a roaring static accent. "On Gale's judgement, I have been commanded to take over from here," he explained to the soldiers, increasing the light coming from her wide yellow eyes to a blinding intensity. "You may leave peacefully, and I will do no harm," Brandy remarked, tilting Gale's head to the side, "but if you stay and put this girl's life in danger, I will stop your actions indefinitely. An eye for an eye." He turned to Ash and pointed the feral's free hand in her direction. "Stay put," he whispered to her, making sure that it was in a language that only her hidden parasite would understand. He adjusted his host's iron grip on the sabre's handle, raising it in the air. "And don't you dare think of using your filthy guns and tear gas on me," he snarled through her closed teeth, swiping the air with such force that it caused a surprisingly strong wind to blow in the men's direction. "An entity such as me is still affected, but I recover much faster than your average opponent. The repercussions will be great if you dare do so."
Gale's being, entrapped within her own mind, watched through blind eyes and listened to her weapon's words. "Them's fighting words," she echoed through his control, causing her feminine voice to be projected through her own throat. "Please keep quiet, Gale," he warned mentally, "if you distract me at the wrong time, our lives will be in danger. Keep in mind that while I am in your body, I, too, can be killed." Curling up on the floor and hugging her knees against her chest, she slowly replied with a delicate, "Okay," to reassure him that she understood the urgency of the situation.
After he had complete control over her mind and body, he slipped the obsidian sword out of its polished sheath, pointing it directly in the Egrets' direction. "Hello, all," he announced in a voice that sounded vaguely like Gale's, but it had a twist of a garbled male voice and a roaring static accent. "On Gale's judgement, I have been commanded to take over from here," he explained to the soldiers, increasing the light coming from her wide yellow eyes to a blinding intensity. "You may leave peacefully, and I will do no harm," Brandy remarked, tilting Gale's head to the side, "but if you stay and put this girl's life in danger, I will stop your actions indefinitely. An eye for an eye." He turned to Ash and pointed the feral's free hand in her direction. "Stay put," he whispered to her, making sure that it was in a language that only her hidden parasite would understand. He adjusted his host's iron grip on the sabre's handle, raising it in the air. "And don't you dare think of using your filthy guns and tear gas on me," he snarled through her closed teeth, swiping the air with such force that it caused a surprisingly strong wind to blow in the men's direction. "An entity such as me is still affected, but I recover much faster than your average opponent. The repercussions will be great if you dare do so."
Gale's being, entrapped within her own mind, watched through blind eyes and listened to her weapon's words. "Them's fighting words," she echoed through his control, causing her feminine voice to be projected through her own throat. "Please keep quiet, Gale," he warned mentally, "if you distract me at the wrong time, our lives will be in danger. Keep in mind that while I am in your body, I, too, can be killed." Curling up on the floor and hugging her knees against her chest, she slowly replied with a delicate, "Okay," to reassure him that she understood the urgency of the situation.
You guys are fast, I'm still in the middle of writing my next post.
i'm really eager to get started ;-;
Gale nodded before wrinkling her nose, the sudden smell of new people within the restaurant causing her stomach to do flips. She bit her purple lower lip and tugged on her bat ears angrily. "That smells like..." she snarled to herself, tapping her nails on the table almost in a frenzied manner. "That can't be!" she screeched angrily inside of her head, feeling like she was about to go over the edge. It was the exact same smell from so long ago, the exact same one. He knocked, she opened, her parents were dead, he said. "It's...city scum," she growled harshly, ripping her bandana off so that she could direct her red pupil in the newcomers' exact direction. Though she was blind, the restaurant was already mapped out in her mind, and due to how long she'd been here to experience the obstacles, the obstacles around her had already been mapped as well. These two entering the area stuck out like a pair of sore thumbs to her, so it was easy to pinpoint where in the room they were.
"Ash," she hissed, almost clawing at her friend's shirt sleeve, "we have company." Gale took another sniff as her blind eyes stared at the door for a few moments, flattening her ears just like before. "Not only is it city scum," she began silently, "but they're Egrets. That smell is all too familiar, I know who they are." As she struggled to contain her contempt, a soft voice echoed inside her head, "Your blood is boiling."
That was a voice she hadn't heard in a few days. "Brandy, is that you?" she wondered, smoothing her purple pompadour as she did so. "It's me," he replied back in a monotonous tone, filling her head with a jarring static. "Don't do that static noise, it's hurting my ears," she snapped through her mind, to which the sword responded by turning down the noise. "Now?" it questioned, and she visibly winced as the weapon's connections became almost overwhelming. "Stop!" she ordered, and Brandy obeyed. "Not yet, I can't rush out right now," she explained, feeling bad for how rude her last remark sounded. "I'll be here," it replied calmly, the static growing softer and softer. "Sorry for the noise," it replied in an apologetic but soothing tone. Gale had relaxed a bit hearing her weapon's reassurance of its presence, but she had most certainly not forgotten what riled her up in the first place. She had to think of a way to chase them out, but this was not her family's house from all those years ago in which they chased out whomever they pleased.
No, it'd probably be much more complicated than that.
"Ash," she hissed, almost clawing at her friend's shirt sleeve, "we have company." Gale took another sniff as her blind eyes stared at the door for a few moments, flattening her ears just like before. "Not only is it city scum," she began silently, "but they're Egrets. That smell is all too familiar, I know who they are." As she struggled to contain her contempt, a soft voice echoed inside her head, "Your blood is boiling."
That was a voice she hadn't heard in a few days. "Brandy, is that you?" she wondered, smoothing her purple pompadour as she did so. "It's me," he replied back in a monotonous tone, filling her head with a jarring static. "Don't do that static noise, it's hurting my ears," she snapped through her mind, to which the sword responded by turning down the noise. "Now?" it questioned, and she visibly winced as the weapon's connections became almost overwhelming. "Stop!" she ordered, and Brandy obeyed. "Not yet, I can't rush out right now," she explained, feeling bad for how rude her last remark sounded. "I'll be here," it replied calmly, the static growing softer and softer. "Sorry for the noise," it replied in an apologetic but soothing tone. Gale had relaxed a bit hearing her weapon's reassurance of its presence, but she had most certainly not forgotten what riled her up in the first place. She had to think of a way to chase them out, but this was not her family's house from all those years ago in which they chased out whomever they pleased.
No, it'd probably be much more complicated than that.
that's good, Lugubrious!
I think I'm gonna head to bed.
I think I'm gonna head to bed.
Gale nodded at her and was surprisingly pleased that the girl had came over to sit. She wasn't Medici scum or anything else that might come off as irritating to Gale, so she definitely already liked her. "The food in Little Innsmouth is kind of amazing," Gale remarked in a soft tone, picking some of the rice out of her gleaming white teeth. Rice was good, but when it was stuck in your teeth, it could prove to be quite irritating.
"Oh, by the by, I'm Gale Nathbakk," she added, relaxing and scooting a few inches away from Ash. "You're not a baby, Gale, don't cling," she thought, annoyed by her bad habits. Ash had protected her for years, and she had done the same for her, but there was no reason to be so tense and protective at the moment. It wasn't like Jane was going to murder them in cold blood.
As Jane popped the question regarding how she and Ash met, Gale's ears flattened and her mouth shifted into a tight, thin line. "Well, my family took her in when we were younger. To be honest, I don't know much about her past, but I do not think one's history matters so long as they are a good person," she explained briefly, making sure to not go any deeper about her family. "In this case, she's actually a good Gigan," she added, tugging on Ash's sleeve.
"Oh, by the by, I'm Gale Nathbakk," she added, relaxing and scooting a few inches away from Ash. "You're not a baby, Gale, don't cling," she thought, annoyed by her bad habits. Ash had protected her for years, and she had done the same for her, but there was no reason to be so tense and protective at the moment. It wasn't like Jane was going to murder them in cold blood.
As Jane popped the question regarding how she and Ash met, Gale's ears flattened and her mouth shifted into a tight, thin line. "Well, my family took her in when we were younger. To be honest, I don't know much about her past, but I do not think one's history matters so long as they are a good person," she explained briefly, making sure to not go any deeper about her family. "In this case, she's actually a good Gigan," she added, tugging on Ash's sleeve.
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