Inner Demon

The War of the Three

I'm back. Been sick. Catching up.

Horrortale

Maybe longer. I'm feeling sick :(

Horrortale

I'm here. I was waiting to see if the other people were going to post but if not, I'll post tomorrow.

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I could turn this into some kind of plot device about genuine trust or something...

@Mega Birb

Whatever floats yer boat. As long as I get some of those sweet sweet harpy feathers!

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@Mega Birb Can I have some of Syphax's feathers at some point?

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Haven't you heard the word?

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@Awesomoman64
Okiedokey!

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@Awesomoman64 Mind if I briefly borrow Omega's hat at some point?

Horrortale

Bravery

A half smile crossed Ashton's face as the pinned girl showed concern for him. He threw her a thumbs up with his good arm. "Heh...no don't worry about me. My parents call me durable!" He recoiled a bit from the pain after throwing his arm up so fast. "They uh...also call me clumsy. But uh...let's focus on the girl who's trapped first shall we?" Ashton forced a chuckle through the pain before looking around for something that could help. "Hey! I have an idea!" Declared Ashton, standing up and walking to a near by pile of ruble. Kneeling down, he pushed aside a few scraps of sheet metal left over from the bus and other pieces of ruble to find what looked like a tail pipe. It was a bit difficult with one hand, but after some heaving and tugging, Ashton freed the pipe from the pile of rubble and dragged it across the ground back to where the girl laid pinned. The pipe was a bit greasy and somewhat caked in dirt, but getting a little dirty wasn't that much of an issue right now.

"Alright, I'm going to try and use leverage to get you out of there. So just hold tight okay?" Ashton tried to reassure the girl, though he realised he probably shouldn't have admitted to being clumsy before the fact. Something he hoped the girl hadn't thought to much about as he lifted the tail pipe and wedged it between a rock and the large bus seat. The sound of scraping metal echoed out as Ashton carefully but firmly wedged the pole into position. He focused on keeping it from hitting the girl as he finally got the metal wedge deep enough between the ground and the wreckage to be able to move it. "Okay! Push on three alright?" Taking in a deep breath, Ashton pushed with all his weight onto the tail pipe. "Three!" He shouted, his face turning red as he struggled to make even an inch of progress. He managed to budge it, but not completely out of the way. He needed just the smallest bit of a push from the girl, or anyone, and the wreckage would be lifted enough for her to escape. "Y....you can do it!" Grunted Ashton, hoping the girl would act before his strength gave out.

@The1Rolling1Boy@XxLyraxX

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Zak

With his request denied, Zak withdrew his hand from the harp and shook his head. "Oh well Thas a Shame. Dwarves don't particularly fancy me...nor elves....nor lizard people, imps, bird people, mermen oh especially mermen for...reasons. Priests, pirates, skeletons are okay, werewolves...who generally don't like anyone, black dogs, scientists, lochn-" Suddenly Zak stopped, interrupted by the sight of his light being blotted out. Fluttering shadows dimmed the pavilion as the flock of angels freshly freed from perdition teemed above. "Oh my oh me..." Uttered Zak, gazing up at the sight of the war torn angels. But they weren't angels at all. Just as Syphax descended from among, he realized they were harpies. A horde of them at that. One could even say an army.

"Would ye look at that...Bird peo-uh...Ah mean harpies." Zak tugged at his collar. "Thas gonna be murder on tha cleanin lass aint' it?" Standing and leaning on the pillar next to the musician, Zak took one final puff off the joint, before ashing it out beneath the heel of his boot. "D'ye spose harpies fancy harpists?" Asked the fiery haired angel jokingly as he crossed his arms and observed the flock, and their leader. A new face to him among the many that now held their allegiance with heaven. It was pretty clear Zak had missed a lot since his last visit to the citadel, which was understandable as it had been at least hundreds of years. He didn't need a lot of motivation to remain in obscurity. However he had preferred to not show his face after the fiasco that got him strictly forbidden from 'playing around' with Machina tech. Zak never showed it, but he didn't appreciate being the talk of the town, whether for heroism or mischief.

Interrupting his thoughts, Zak's attention, along with his focus, shifted to a falling feather. It cascaded down from above just close enough for the quick handed angel to reach out and snatch it from the air. "Oi see what Ah mean? Issa mess waitin' to happen!" Zak twirled the long, grey feather between his fingers, admiring it's primal and animalistic features. "Ya know...Ah bet this would make fer a great writin' quill."

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