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Great post man, definitely worth the wait! Lookin' forward to the first mission!
That was an amazing post, you too! It was really, really great, I loved the mood and the interactions... I never wanted it to end, it was that good! Really great work!
“Do you dare challenge me too?! You will regret this choice soon!”
Malika caught the mop flung in her direction with surprising grace, though any cool factor she gained fell a bit flat when she span the mop around between her hands very, very slowly; like a pianist trying to get the grips of a song. Still a wide grin filled her face, “Took words right out of mouth!” Her grin instantly sank into a determined pursing of her lips, her grip tightening on her mop – Nay, those fingers wrapped around the great and powerful bo staff Zhulong now! A low chuckle slipped past her lips, “Battle is about many different things,” she recited, “Skill. Wits. Strength.” Malika glanced up in the middle of her speech, her mouth curling into a smirk as she saw her opponent turn her head to follow Oliver. In that instant she clumsily broke into a run, dashing at the table Kirina was hiding behind before hopping up onto it and sliding across on her backside just as her opponent turned back and began shouting in Russian. She was soon looking down at Kirina, her legs perched up on the table and a wide, goofy grin on her face, “But most important is sheer, dumb luck! She jumped to her feet, lining her mop up like a snooker cue, aimed at Kirina’s forehead, “And now, is time for finishing blow! Coodee grass, if will!” Drawing back, she prepared to thrust it forward, but not before Marv called out behind her.
"Hit the her in the leg! I wanna see it pop off."
She swung her head around and suddenly pointed the handle of the mop at Marv with a proud chuckle, “Cannot promise, but will try just for loy-” Malika didn’t manage to finish her sentence before the table seemingly had enough with being wobbled to and fro, and tipped over onto its side, bring Malika right down with it, her legs dangling awkwardly over the tipped table, the upper half of her body sprawled across the floor, “Oww… Need medic, need medic!” She cried feebly, flailing her arms around lethargically.
Malika caught the mop flung in her direction with surprising grace, though any cool factor she gained fell a bit flat when she span the mop around between her hands very, very slowly; like a pianist trying to get the grips of a song. Still a wide grin filled her face, “Took words right out of mouth!” Her grin instantly sank into a determined pursing of her lips, her grip tightening on her mop – Nay, those fingers wrapped around the great and powerful bo staff Zhulong now! A low chuckle slipped past her lips, “Battle is about many different things,” she recited, “Skill. Wits. Strength.” Malika glanced up in the middle of her speech, her mouth curling into a smirk as she saw her opponent turn her head to follow Oliver. In that instant she clumsily broke into a run, dashing at the table Kirina was hiding behind before hopping up onto it and sliding across on her backside just as her opponent turned back and began shouting in Russian. She was soon looking down at Kirina, her legs perched up on the table and a wide, goofy grin on her face, “But most important is sheer, dumb luck! She jumped to her feet, lining her mop up like a snooker cue, aimed at Kirina’s forehead, “And now, is time for finishing blow! Coodee grass, if will!” Drawing back, she prepared to thrust it forward, but not before Marv called out behind her.
"Hit the her in the leg! I wanna see it pop off."
She swung her head around and suddenly pointed the handle of the mop at Marv with a proud chuckle, “Cannot promise, but will try just for loy-” Malika didn’t manage to finish her sentence before the table seemingly had enough with being wobbled to and fro, and tipped over onto its side, bring Malika right down with it, her legs dangling awkwardly over the tipped table, the upper half of her body sprawled across the floor, “Oww… Need medic, need medic!” She cried feebly, flailing her arms around lethargically.
I'm goood! How about everyone else? Anyone got some posts planned?
Captain Jenno said
Gonna make the comment that been made first:
Fantastic, Companion! Excellent as always!
That basically is how I imagined Oliver, grand job!
Seconded! Malika looks pretty much perfect!
Captain Jenno said
"Fuck everything."'Why bother.'
"OLLIIIEE! WAS NOT LISTENING WHILE TALK ABOUT TATAKAE MAHOU SHOUJO MINATSUKOMOTOOO!"
Great posts you two! Kirina's enthusiasm is infectious, and I like how Juno definitely seems to share Oliver's bitter sentiments.
Awesome post, man! I like Oliver's characterisation, seriously well done!
Empath said
Ohh, but of course! That would explain everything!On another note: what the heck is Maggie's surname?
Blair.
In contrast to everyone’s anxiousness, Marina seemed to be quite elated during the climb. While Klaus and Church exchanged quiet murmurs in German every now and then, Marina stayed surprisingly quiet – Occasionally she would hum gently, or idly wonder aloud about their progress.
“It sounds like terrible advice, but try not to breathe as much. You can probably hold your breath a lot longer down here.”
‘Don’t breathe as much’. Marina never thought someone would tell her that – It was an odd piece of advice, but she could handle it. She once held her breath for a full minute to throw off some cargo inspectors. She’d almost forgotten, honestly; it felt so far away, those days of never being able to rest easy, always fearing something or someone. She hid it under her cheery demeanour, but deep down a part of her was eternally thankful that things were different. She had people to lean on now – Even if her ego wouldn’t let her admit it.
As they sat down around the fire, Klaus let out a sigh, propping his sword up on his leg. For a moment, he looked it over – The sword hadn’t actually been used properly since that day. Though he often practiced with it, he honestly kept it around more as an intimidation tactic. It didn’t exactly give off the vibes of a Runner weapon, with its pitch-black blade and keen edge. Swords were generally a rarity amongst most of the factions – Knives, maybe. But very rarely swords. He relied on that to end fights before they started. He leaned in, watching the cans sat over the fire. He was hungry, that was for sure, but he didn’t seem to be the only one. Even ignoring Kenna’s stomach growling (he figured it would be polite to not mention it, she seemed embarrassed), Marina was gazing at the cans as if she could eat them by staring them down hard enough.
“You’ve all made me really proud, today. Tomorrow we hit The Black Church, so I want you all fed and rested… How’re you all feeling?”
Klaus eventually shifted his own gaze over to Church – He looked exhausted. Who could blame him, really? But even now, he still asked how everyone else felt. Klaus had to wonder if they deserved a leader like him, someone who tried his hardest so smile of the team, even when in his state.
“Huungry. Sehr hungry,” Marina whined. Klaus chuckled softly, shaking his head. Marina could be really oblivious sometimes, even towards someone she felt so strongly for. Klaus nodded gently.
“I’m feeling gut, mostly,” He replied. As he was about to return the question, Kenna piped up.
“Are, um, are you al- alright, uh, Church?”
It was a slight surprise – She had very rarely heard Ms. Vagen talk, she usually seemed to be lost. Klaus often thought about striking up conversation, but… He figured the last thing someone like her needed was someone as tall and discomforting as he was talking to her.
“Ja, I second that. You seem sehr beat, Church. Are you OK?”
“It sounds like terrible advice, but try not to breathe as much. You can probably hold your breath a lot longer down here.”
‘Don’t breathe as much’. Marina never thought someone would tell her that – It was an odd piece of advice, but she could handle it. She once held her breath for a full minute to throw off some cargo inspectors. She’d almost forgotten, honestly; it felt so far away, those days of never being able to rest easy, always fearing something or someone. She hid it under her cheery demeanour, but deep down a part of her was eternally thankful that things were different. She had people to lean on now – Even if her ego wouldn’t let her admit it.
As they sat down around the fire, Klaus let out a sigh, propping his sword up on his leg. For a moment, he looked it over – The sword hadn’t actually been used properly since that day. Though he often practiced with it, he honestly kept it around more as an intimidation tactic. It didn’t exactly give off the vibes of a Runner weapon, with its pitch-black blade and keen edge. Swords were generally a rarity amongst most of the factions – Knives, maybe. But very rarely swords. He relied on that to end fights before they started. He leaned in, watching the cans sat over the fire. He was hungry, that was for sure, but he didn’t seem to be the only one. Even ignoring Kenna’s stomach growling (he figured it would be polite to not mention it, she seemed embarrassed), Marina was gazing at the cans as if she could eat them by staring them down hard enough.
“You’ve all made me really proud, today. Tomorrow we hit The Black Church, so I want you all fed and rested… How’re you all feeling?”
Klaus eventually shifted his own gaze over to Church – He looked exhausted. Who could blame him, really? But even now, he still asked how everyone else felt. Klaus had to wonder if they deserved a leader like him, someone who tried his hardest so smile of the team, even when in his state.
“Huungry. Sehr hungry,” Marina whined. Klaus chuckled softly, shaking his head. Marina could be really oblivious sometimes, even towards someone she felt so strongly for. Klaus nodded gently.
“I’m feeling gut, mostly,” He replied. As he was about to return the question, Kenna piped up.
“Are, um, are you al- alright, uh, Church?”
It was a slight surprise – She had very rarely heard Ms. Vagen talk, she usually seemed to be lost. Klaus often thought about striking up conversation, but… He figured the last thing someone like her needed was someone as tall and discomforting as he was talking to her.
“Ja, I second that. You seem sehr beat, Church. Are you OK?”
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