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Thoris, Lark's Chambers

Totally not gay, but back to the prophecy.


Ainra's gaze shifted sharply towards Reiley as she hand touched her, and she almost snapped about it. However, she calmed down upon Reiley actually agreeing with her. The other one in the room with the spiky hair seemed like he was already ready to save the people. Whether that was ignorant or heroic is a debatable point.

Even after explaining, Lark was being vague about what exactly the Krunk Legion's evil was. That, alongside just about everything else Lark did, was grating on Ainra's short temper. She didn't have anything to do with any of this, and she didn't want to have anything to do with this. Still...

The girl sighed, and cracked her neck once. "Alright Snark, since I am kind of pissed at the ball-guys for ruining my vacation and whacking me in the back of the head, I'll play along and help break them to bits. I'm doing it for me though, and not your stupid star prophecy whatever."
Thoris, Lark's Chambers

I think you call people heroes after they do something heroic


"Okay, hold on, just about everything needs to slow down, Prince Blondie." Ainra stepped forward, looking around and folding her arms, taking a good look at the tree's throne room, as well as Jenso, Reiley, and Maple, before settling her gaze on Lark. "I did not walk all the way to town to miss out on all of the festival crap because of bowling ball men. I also didn't come over to get thrown into a sack and carried around by your subterranean lackeys. And last of all, I didn't come here to listen to some guy on a throne in a tree talk about star prophecies."

Ainra's eyes narrowed a little, her face turning into a scowl. "I'm hungry, my head hurts, and my vacation's ruined. I don't feel like being a hero, I feel like taking a nap. So give me one good reason to listen to your prophecy instead of turning around and going home." She began tapping her fingers against her arm impatiently; she looked just about ready to claw up some more stuff (or innocent bystanders) if she didn't get her way, or at least calmed down somehow.
Mole Tunnels

This mole has a nice sack.


"Uuugh...my head...stupid ball-people, I'll--wait..." Ainra went to rub the very sore spot on her head, and realized that she really didn't have a lot of room to move. Or see. She got to wake up in pitch-darkness inside of a bag, and her eyes couldn't find any light to adjust to. All she could smell was cheap fireproofing and some dirt, and from the movement of things, she was being hauled over someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Getting hauled off in a sack in a tunnel to her demise didn't sound too great, and there was an obvious solution.

She began thrashing around wildly in the sack and tearing at the sides with her claws, roaring and screaming. "LET ME GO! GET ME OUT OF THIS SACK! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU; CRACK OPEN THAT DAMN ARMOR, RIP OPEN YOUR CHESTS, AND COOK YOUR INSIDES!!!" Well-adjusted to society as she was, it would be rather polite to let her out to see that the moleman carrying her wasn't a Krunklet, before he got accidentally injured by her fury.
Newjinsland Central Square

Pachinko time.


A smirk cracked across Ainra's face, baring sharp teeth as she cracked her knuckles. "Oh, it's not all that hard. Just have to look at it from another angle!" Ainra ran at some of the Krunklets coming towards her, and jumped up to dive kick the lot of them. "First one to knock down a hundred wins!"

The festival itself wasn't happening anymore. The festival of kicking the shit out of the annoying ball soldiers, however... she could still get behind that prospect. She was already giggling with excitement.
@Tex Don't worry humans I shall save you from the metal turnip army!



I'm sure this went according to plan.
Newjinsland Central Square

This festival sucks.


Ainra rose an eyebrow, looking down from her perch at the young woman below her, nostrils flaring once. A little different from the common crowd, but she couldn't put her finger as to why. Older than her, although there was a chance she could have passed for younger. And maybe desperate, considering she decided to pick out the weird chick sitting on a cart to make small talk with.

Guess everyone needs a friend, even if they're out of place. Ainra's mouth turned slightly when she mentioned reading though. It had to be the bookworm, didn't it. "Um, well, hi I guess. The name's Ainra. I don't really know anyone around here either; I'm on a little vacation to here for the fun. Not that there is any, friggin' carnival taking forever to start... you probably could've stayed inside to read and missed nothing." As she just finished speaking though, the curtains finally flew open, and she sprung her attention back away from the girl and towards the stage. Finally, some entertainment.

...Until it was just another little ball man, shinier this time, with a few less-shiny ball men behind him. What was this, a carnival for giant dung beetles? She was about to start heckling, until whole army of the soldiers popped up all around. It didn't take a genius to know that being surrounded by soldiers was bad, and her eyes narrowed some, sliding off of the cart. "... Scratch that. You would have missed plenty. Don't suppose you have any idea what's going on, Reiley?"
I apologize for this, but from Wednesday evening to an undisclosed date (Probably not past Monday, but earliest would be Saturday) I'm going to be moving to a different state, and will not be able to access my computer.

So Tex will take over snake duties for now.
I apologize for this, but from Wednesday evening to an undisclosed date (Probably not past Monday, but earliest would be Saturday) I'm going to be moving to a different state, and will not be able to access my computer.

Soooooo... hey Tex how about you just have me get like, knocked unconscious or thrown into a box when the shit hits the fan.
I apologize for this, but from Wednesday evening to an undisclosed date (Probably not past Monday, but earliest would be Saturday) I'm going to be moving to a different state, and will not be able to access my computer.
@tex

I'm back to school, so I'll post as much as possible.


Uh oh. School can be quite the burden. I hope it doesn't become too problematic.

Unrelated, that Thresh gif is absolutely adorable.
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