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Jul 11, 2017 9:46:57 GMT -5
Post by raynauld on Jul 11, 2017 9:46:57 GMT -5
They had a few miles to go to get to the center pond. They had a full tank of gas, half a palette of tea crates, it was dark, and they weren't wearing sunglasses. Hit it. Raynauld put the throttle on and sped away, lurching the bike forward. Sure enough, the fuzz came after them in short order - cops in traditional eastern garb with crossbows atop horses. Chasing a motorbike. If it wasn't for their current situation, it would be almost comical. Raynauld lowered his head to avoid a bolt and took a hard left, such that the pallet behind jerked wildly. It wasn't that far. They just had to keep themselves from getting boxed in. Surely Drakka and Mistress could handle that much? Up ahead of Raynauld, several others were forming a barricade to try and force them elsewhere. They had to break through without causing too much havoc... 6/8 - drakka Mistress
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Jul 11, 2017 19:50:22 GMT -5
Post by drakka on Jul 11, 2017 19:50:22 GMT -5
Naturally, Drakka was keeping up without too much trouble, her movements near effortless as she slithered forward. It was almost like flying, she supposed, waving her grotesque forearms for another burst of speed as she caught up with Ray. Thankfully, she was able to keep up at a steady pace as his motorcycle roared. Not so thankfully, they were still being chased by the guards. Suddenly, she broke off from the chase and dropped behind to the guards. Their horses seemed to notice her presence, cantering away and nickering as she came close enough to touch them, but their humans didn't notice her unnatural shadow. Good. With a bellow, she launched out of the air, pushing one horse into another, she barely hurt them but the terror was palpable as she restarted her run, hoping she stalled them long enough. raynauld Mistress
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Jul 12, 2017 20:09:27 GMT -5
Post by Mistress on Jul 12, 2017 20:09:27 GMT -5
Bolts started to wizz by Mistress' face, missing barely each time. If it wasn't for Raynauld's expert driving, Mistress surely would have been impaled by now. Instead of covering her head, she sent her dragons into attack mode. Armed with frost breath, she sent thim flying towards the riders with crossbows. They started to breath their icy cold breath on them, hoping to divert the attention of the men. She didn't want to hurt them ,but rather just slow them down.
Partially, the plan worked. Two of the police on horses definitely fell back, having taken too much cold from her dragons breath. However, this also meant both her dragon babies were the main targets of a volley of bolts, and after about thirty seconds they both had fallen to the numerous bolts and attacks from the police.
"My poor babies..." Mistress whispered to herself, realizing their sacrifice. They would respawn again, of course... They would respond just as affectionate and subservient as the dragons before her. It was just... unnatural for them to seemingly die and then come back. Were they new dragons? Were they the same ones but reborn? Tara didn't know... And part of her didn't want to know. Everything in this world was so real, and so fake at the same time. The thought of living in this illusion forever made a tear well up in her eye, as she continued on with Raynauld in her crate box thing.
6/8 raynauld drakka she got sad
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Jul 13, 2017 2:28:33 GMT -5
Post by raynauld on Jul 13, 2017 2:28:33 GMT -5
An opening had been made, however slight; it was now up to him to exploit it. Pressing a button on the end of one of the handles, the Principality Cannon lit up and fired small green orbs of energy through the opening to force the barricade to stay open before hitting the accelerator and blasting through, causing damage to the pallet but keeping everything stable in the process. It was now a straight shot from here to the pond. Already he could see the NPCs there; Drakka would have to instruct them to dump them with her small collection, for he had to handle this. At a point it seemed like he was driving straight to the lake, but at a point he veered left, hard, and reached back; pulling on the chain, he unhooked the pallet and let it drift its way at high speeds toward the lake, intending to dump the whole thing in there. ... Hopefully Mistress could figure out to jump from it. And hopefully, Drakka could figure out what he wanted her to do; it was hard to talk over the sound of the engine and the oncoming Izanami police. 7/8 - drakka Mistress
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Jul 13, 2017 13:28:38 GMT -5
Post by drakka on Jul 13, 2017 13:28:38 GMT -5
Among the horse screams and snorts, Lobisomem thrived. She didn't fall behind nor falter when a few bolts peppered her back and dropped her HP enough that it warranted attention. She just tossed her head and started running faster, sweeping in strange arcs and avoiding the following attacks that slowly faded as Mistress's dragons took effect and promptly died, but they had done their job. As Ray started to make a sharp turn, Drakka gathered her back legs and sprang right over him, by pure coincidence landing on the sliding box and helping as she nearly lost her grip and spun in a circle. Again, she gathered her legs and kicked off the box and thus, kicked the box into the water, " Hurry up, dammit, throw them in!" She howled as the NPCs faltered and stared at the Lobisomem. To their credit, they reacted fast and all threw their own load into the water, leaving the rest of the party to catch up. raynauld Mistress
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