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SkaiDragonBeastMode said
OH... I guess I read faster then my brain picks up lol editing now.
Happens to the best of us. Cheers.
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Happens to the best of us. Cheers.
Dragon, you may want to edit that last portion of your post. If I recall correctly, Feather is already on the front lines with Erin ready to fight.
The smug air that the daemon exuded almost made Cyril wretch, the beast narrating like it were a villain ported into life directly from James Bond. Cyril had began to grow an inkling of a suspicion that there was something this daemon was attempting to do. If it were trying to distract them, then it was doing a wonderful job. But if so, why? The secondary group of hunters would be on them by now and Cyril was sure Erin was among them. They were more than capable, so he could only wonder. What was this hound's endgame? Time to think was running short though, as it was moving in on the first year, a lust for blood so thick that Cyril could practically taste copper. His eyes snapped over toward his daemons giving them a sharp nod as he did so, the two of them acknowledging his call to action. Cyril's feet moved softly along the ground, his knees bent ever so slightly, ready to jump, his eyes fixated solely on the beast before him, everything else becoming an irrelevant blur.
The moment the beast's maw ripped open, snapping at the first year, Cyril moved, leaping toward the back of the beast as it's tail shot toward him. The rushing wind made contact with his right ankle, practically tearing off his shoe as he sailed over it, falling onto the back of the beast. If he had been unfortunate enough to have been hit directly, his ankle would've been shattered, along with a decent amount of bone in his foot. Luck had always been half of the hunt though. Cyirl clung to the beast's fur, pulling himself more onto the back of the beast when a sudden burst of scalding water and steam splashed the face of the wolf, as well as his left arm. It burned like a sonuvabitch, but Cyril could manage for the time being. The rosaries tied around his hands should've grabbed some of the hound's attention, the holy symbols particularly good at searing the flesh of daemons.
Set had began to move toward the first year, the burning orbs within its pale skull glowing with rage. As the daemon reached the first year, it spun on its heels, facing the hound, letting lose a horrific screech that sounded like metal scraping against metal, the scream meant to drag forth the memories of hell, when the daemon it screamed at was first twisted from its human form into its current shape. It was for more powerful daemons a device meant to weaken their concentration, though for weak daemons, daemons of the D and E class, the scream could easily put them into a near catatonic state. Cyril took the moment that Set let lose one of his few powers to bring his hand down onto the scalding water that soaked the fur of the beast. Cyril could hear the sound of an arrow cutting through the air at the beast as he dug his fingers into the beast's fur, gripping tightly to it with his legs, repeating as quickly as his lips would allow him, "That this water may be unto the healing of souls and bodies, and unto the banishing of every hostile power, let us pray to the Lord." His prayers would bring purify and bless the water that coated the hound. If this didn't drop the Hound, Cyril dreaded fighting the enraged beast.
The moment the beast's maw ripped open, snapping at the first year, Cyril moved, leaping toward the back of the beast as it's tail shot toward him. The rushing wind made contact with his right ankle, practically tearing off his shoe as he sailed over it, falling onto the back of the beast. If he had been unfortunate enough to have been hit directly, his ankle would've been shattered, along with a decent amount of bone in his foot. Luck had always been half of the hunt though. Cyirl clung to the beast's fur, pulling himself more onto the back of the beast when a sudden burst of scalding water and steam splashed the face of the wolf, as well as his left arm. It burned like a sonuvabitch, but Cyril could manage for the time being. The rosaries tied around his hands should've grabbed some of the hound's attention, the holy symbols particularly good at searing the flesh of daemons.
Set had began to move toward the first year, the burning orbs within its pale skull glowing with rage. As the daemon reached the first year, it spun on its heels, facing the hound, letting lose a horrific screech that sounded like metal scraping against metal, the scream meant to drag forth the memories of hell, when the daemon it screamed at was first twisted from its human form into its current shape. It was for more powerful daemons a device meant to weaken their concentration, though for weak daemons, daemons of the D and E class, the scream could easily put them into a near catatonic state. Cyril took the moment that Set let lose one of his few powers to bring his hand down onto the scalding water that soaked the fur of the beast. Cyril could hear the sound of an arrow cutting through the air at the beast as he dug his fingers into the beast's fur, gripping tightly to it with his legs, repeating as quickly as his lips would allow him, "That this water may be unto the healing of souls and bodies, and unto the banishing of every hostile power, let us pray to the Lord." His prayers would bring purify and bless the water that coated the hound. If this didn't drop the Hound, Cyril dreaded fighting the enraged beast.
DragonBeastMode said
How do you do the youtube theme song thing I got a video just dont know how to add it up there like the rest xD.
1. Take the url, ex: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WEVIeqT64w
2. Copy everything after v=, so in this case "3WEVIeqT64w"
3. [ youtube]3WEVIeqT64w[/youtube] or without a space...
DragonBeastMode said
I know xD, good luck Thane xD.
Well, now I look forward to Thane unintentionally upsetting Venice
*reads through dragon's CS*
Well, I found Thane's polar opposite. I'd hate to see those two in a room together.
Well, I found Thane's polar opposite. I'd hate to see those two in a room together.
Wait, Vicier's from the future? SEND ME LOTTERY NUMBERS. PLEASE.
Our forth member hasn't arrived yet, but I agree. The mounties are just a biiiiit big. Don't worry about it though, once the first fight wraps up the teams will probably fragment.
Typical day. Sun was out. Blinds were down. Speakers on. Music playing. Thane was sprawled out across the second couch in the cabin, a leg along the back of the couch, his head resting on the arm rest, an arm being used as a pillow while the other held a book against his chest. He was reading The Stars My Destination for the third time now. It was a masterpiece in Science Fiction, but the part that drew Thane in every time was the unrelenting passion of Foyle. Thane had always been a sucker for raw emotion, even in the case of Gulliver Foyle whose obsession with revenge completely consumed him. His routine had been rather set in stone as of late. Roll out of bed, eat whatever snack item he found first, grab a fresh book, crash on the couch and power read through and then do whatever it was Erin wanted to do for the day. Passivity was his policy, not that there was much he would've seen worth doing in this camp. It had never really been his style.
Bowie's Moonage Daydream poured out of the stereo like honey, Thane instinctively singing along softly as his eyes drifted across the pages of his book. Life wasn't particularly hard for the non-counselor children of the big three, at least that was the impression Thane had. No one really asked him for anything and he never offered. Perhaps someone running the camp had heard about what he had done to his mother and grandfather. He had explained to someone that seemed relatively important what had happened and that this place seemed to be his only alternative to living on the street. Maybe someone took pity on him or maybe there just wasn't all that much that was asked of folks here. Only things Thane had any stock in here were himself and his cabin mate, the daughter of Hades herself.
His first impression of the girl wasn't all that positive. He remembered going to sleep thinking that she was a grade A bitch. As they got to know one another, he got to see more of her real self, a side he really grew to care for. He wanted to help her, but wasn't all that sure how. Friendships were a new enough concept for him, helping someone recover from years of emotional damage was something way beyond his skill, so he just went with whatever seemed right. It seemed to be working, she seemed to be softening up, her wall breaking down a bit. "Okay, so watch your back... Keep out of trouble, & before I forget; stay out of my way..." Ok, so progress wasn't moving forward, but it wasn't exactly moving backwards.Was it?
Thane thumbed to the last page of his daily novel, hearing footsteps make their way to the front door as if on cue. The music jumped to Spirit in the Sky by Norman Greenbaum, Thane wiggling his foot to the guitar as he mouthed the lyrics, his thumb riding along the the lines in the book. He dropped the book onto his chest as the door opened up, his cabin-mate stepping in. She seemed surprised to find him in the same spot he was everyday, for whatever reason he couldn't guess. He stared at her flatly, knowing full well what kind of job she did welcoming all the new demigods. "What? I did my job, I gave them the run down..." She started, trying to make an excuse. Stare. "Oh, don't look at me like that..." Staaaaare. "Fine! I'm going, I'm going..." Staaaaaaaaaaaare. She turned, he grinned and gave her a little wave goodbye, before getting up. He slid into the pair of sneakers waiting for him in front of the couch, tossing the book onto the couch seat as he hopped up, shoving his bandaged hand into his pocket.
He said nothing to her, figuring Erin knew that he was going to follow her out. He always did. He didn't bother going for a jacket as he made his way to the door, he was comfortable in his jeans and Jurassic Park t-shirt and some cool air would do him a world of good after being inside for the past few hours. "See ya fluffers," Thane said softly, ruffling the cat's fur with his hand as he passed by, feeling it knead its head into his palm. He emerged from the cabin and swung the door closed behind him, moving in to take the spot just behind and to the right of Erin. With just a t-shirt on, his heavily bandaged arm was completely visible and it was already pulling a quite a few stares. He just rolled his eyes at the new kids and shifted his weight from foot to foot, letting Erin run the show. He was just along for the ride.
Bowie's Moonage Daydream poured out of the stereo like honey, Thane instinctively singing along softly as his eyes drifted across the pages of his book. Life wasn't particularly hard for the non-counselor children of the big three, at least that was the impression Thane had. No one really asked him for anything and he never offered. Perhaps someone running the camp had heard about what he had done to his mother and grandfather. He had explained to someone that seemed relatively important what had happened and that this place seemed to be his only alternative to living on the street. Maybe someone took pity on him or maybe there just wasn't all that much that was asked of folks here. Only things Thane had any stock in here were himself and his cabin mate, the daughter of Hades herself.
His first impression of the girl wasn't all that positive. He remembered going to sleep thinking that she was a grade A bitch. As they got to know one another, he got to see more of her real self, a side he really grew to care for. He wanted to help her, but wasn't all that sure how. Friendships were a new enough concept for him, helping someone recover from years of emotional damage was something way beyond his skill, so he just went with whatever seemed right. It seemed to be working, she seemed to be softening up, her wall breaking down a bit. "Okay, so watch your back... Keep out of trouble, & before I forget; stay out of my way..." Ok, so progress wasn't moving forward, but it wasn't exactly moving backwards.Was it?
Thane thumbed to the last page of his daily novel, hearing footsteps make their way to the front door as if on cue. The music jumped to Spirit in the Sky by Norman Greenbaum, Thane wiggling his foot to the guitar as he mouthed the lyrics, his thumb riding along the the lines in the book. He dropped the book onto his chest as the door opened up, his cabin-mate stepping in. She seemed surprised to find him in the same spot he was everyday, for whatever reason he couldn't guess. He stared at her flatly, knowing full well what kind of job she did welcoming all the new demigods. "What? I did my job, I gave them the run down..." She started, trying to make an excuse. Stare. "Oh, don't look at me like that..." Staaaaare. "Fine! I'm going, I'm going..." Staaaaaaaaaaaare. She turned, he grinned and gave her a little wave goodbye, before getting up. He slid into the pair of sneakers waiting for him in front of the couch, tossing the book onto the couch seat as he hopped up, shoving his bandaged hand into his pocket.
He said nothing to her, figuring Erin knew that he was going to follow her out. He always did. He didn't bother going for a jacket as he made his way to the door, he was comfortable in his jeans and Jurassic Park t-shirt and some cool air would do him a world of good after being inside for the past few hours. "See ya fluffers," Thane said softly, ruffling the cat's fur with his hand as he passed by, feeling it knead its head into his palm. He emerged from the cabin and swung the door closed behind him, moving in to take the spot just behind and to the right of Erin. With just a t-shirt on, his heavily bandaged arm was completely visible and it was already pulling a quite a few stares. He just rolled his eyes at the new kids and shifted his weight from foot to foot, letting Erin run the show. He was just along for the ride.
Good evening! (I just wanted to be cool too)
Uh," Ulysses mumbled nervously when the man started giving him instructions, "Can do." Ulysses quickly stepped around the man, slipping into the hatch, his eyes wide as nervousness shot through him. 'Alright, we know green. We can find the green box. We don't have to worry about reading it, right?' Ulysses inner monologue started up as he looked around the cabin, unaware that boats could actually be this big. "Alright, green box, green box, green box, green box." He muttered quickly, looking to his left at the cabinet door, pulling it open to find the box the strange man mentioned. The letters looked like gibberish, though he was decently confident that he had what he was sent to find.
Ulysses quickly emerged from the hatch, dropping down to the man's level, his fingers working at the latch on the box, popping it open. He was familiar with most of the stuff inside of the box and knew from experience how to handle a decent amount of injuries. "Stay still," Ulysses said softly, being relatively calm in this moment of potential disaster. He fished through the box, removing two antiseptic wipe packets which he opened and quickly wiped down the gash with, apologizing as he did so, knowing full well the unpleasant sting that accompanied them. As he removed the wipe he placed down a gauze pad to prevent bleeding and held it with one hand while unwrapping the roller bandage. "Lift up your head," he added as he began to roll the bandage around the man's head, doing a few rounds before cutting the bandage with his teeth and taped it down.
Ulysses scooted away from the man, putting his back against the boat while he reorganized the container and resealed it. He looked up at the man, offering a hand. "Ulysses." He said simply, giving a toothy grin.
Ulysses quickly emerged from the hatch, dropping down to the man's level, his fingers working at the latch on the box, popping it open. He was familiar with most of the stuff inside of the box and knew from experience how to handle a decent amount of injuries. "Stay still," Ulysses said softly, being relatively calm in this moment of potential disaster. He fished through the box, removing two antiseptic wipe packets which he opened and quickly wiped down the gash with, apologizing as he did so, knowing full well the unpleasant sting that accompanied them. As he removed the wipe he placed down a gauze pad to prevent bleeding and held it with one hand while unwrapping the roller bandage. "Lift up your head," he added as he began to roll the bandage around the man's head, doing a few rounds before cutting the bandage with his teeth and taped it down.
Ulysses scooted away from the man, putting his back against the boat while he reorganized the container and resealed it. He looked up at the man, offering a hand. "Ulysses." He said simply, giving a toothy grin.
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