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defenses) & company!
What: february catch-all! quests & misc. prompts
When: all through out the month of february
Where: olympia, wyver— everywhere.
Warning(s): nsfw prompts will be marked below!
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defenses) & company!What: february catch-all! quests & misc. prompts
When: all through out the month of february
Where: olympia, wyver— everywhere.
Warning(s): nsfw prompts will be marked below!
[ ↓↓↓ individual starters below. ↓↓↓
if you want to plot anything out, hit me up by pm or on plurk @
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He's usually opaque in his mood; its an affect that falls over him naturally. But an extra shred of care is taken to ensure Vane doesn't catch anything that entices him with an answer.
And thus makes him pry more.
For all the man's obtrusiveness, Takasugi doesn't mind when Vane reads over his shoulder.
He's a little surprised he can read well enough to bother trying.Vane is overeager for everything, though his willingness to pick up his weapon and go charging out the door at least is convenient. Even if the attack is admittedly directionless. Takasugi rises, the questioning silence ignored as he exits the cabin and looks down the path.]
There. [He points, gesture lazy and fleeting, to a swell in the jungle covered in moss and lacking the lush green hue of everything else. A cave, he assumes. If it leads somewhere, they may be too late, but it's the nearest cover.
This time, Takasugi leads, descending the hill that hosts the cabin with hast and a deft step, avoiding root and muck and making little noise.]
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much like how he keeps percival's threats in mind. meaning, it's there, somehow. between vane's own nervous laughter and his boundless energy. still, the overall verdict is... he likes takasugi. it's true that he can say some pretty unnerving things, but he seemed like a good guy all in all (citation needed). at least he was reliable, and he possessed a lot of knowledge on things vane didn't know, at least. plus—
he even points him to where he needs to go!! ] Mm! It's reassuring when you lead the way, after all. [ a brief comment as he looks up at takasugi's back. he does his best to mimic his motions. while splashing in the mud is more his thing, he does his best to ... at least try and tip toe around.
by the time they arrive to the outside of the cave, he whispers (thank god): ] Count of 3?
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Takasugi doesn't mind working alone. It has its perks. (No one with an annoying smile saying annoying things, being near insufferable.
@Vane) But without a militia, he has no weight to throw around but his own.In this case, that much should be enough.
Not once does Takasugi glance behind himself to check if Vane is following. The man is employing some semblance of subtlety - dully surprising - but not without a few audible, squishy footfalls.
Approaching the cave, he slides his shoulder against the cool rock coated in moss. A hand raised to stay Vane's eagerness, Takasugi looks the mouth of the cave over. It's difficult to see, but tangled in the moss and vine is a more distinctly woven shape - rope nets tangled in piles of brush.
Nests.
They're in the right place.
He lowers his hand. Counts to three in his head - leaving Vane to do the same - before rushing in, hand on the hilt of his blade.
The man they come to face looks like he's been expecting them.
So it's about the birds, is it?
Takasugi straightens slightly, eyes fixed on the bear the man is mounted on more than the culprit himself.]
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he almost misses the count by a slim margin, but he reacts quickly enough once he sees takasugi's body move forward. he positions his spear to hopefully block the main exit of the cave. at the other man's words, vane's brows knit together. ] You really are our guy then. [ but, vane doesn't seem too enthusiastic.
especially, by the man's next words. powder-sniffers. balance. it looks like there really is no mistake. vane can't always comprehend the depth of the reason for why people do certain things, but he can say that this isn't something he could let pass. hence, he steels his position. the man on ... the bear?? (woah is that really a bear??? vane nearly gawks, but keeps himself settled on their objective).
still, the bear begins to move, trying to find an area to weasel between their formation. ] Sorry, but we can't let you up and leave, big guy. [ but, vane also has zero intentions of killing either the man or bear, of course. hence, with the blunter end of his spear, he attempts to push the bear back. ]
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Perhaps that's why he's hesitant to give Vane as much acknowledgement as the other gives him.
Or it could be that he's just a grouch.
At least the man takes a solid position - Takasugi hears the rustle of feet and steel behind him, and draws his blade. The bear snarls, frothy drool spraying in Vane's direction as it tries to swat away the spear.
The man on top doesn't waste his time stalling. He takes aim and fires a bolt at Takasugi. He knocks it out of the air with an arcing swing, following through not with an attack on the man but a lunge that buries his blade into the bear's shoulder.
With a roar, the creature rears, swinging the injured arm wildly, just as likely to hit Vane as Takasugi.]
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when the saliva is flung in his direction, he gives a brief wince. barely evading some from slipping down his forehead and into his eyes. looks like the first thing on the tdl tonight was a bath, he thinks. but, he barely has time to settle into his thoughts as the person riding it seems equally aggressive.
it's clear he's desperate to escape, and that feeling of being backed into a corner makes him all the more likely to take extremes. vane is relieved when he hears the arrow meet with the sound of metal. as he thought, takasugi is skilled. he gives a brief smile, before he confidently breaches the distance between the creature and them. he's used to taking blows head-on and so he angles his spear to parry the set of claws.
it scratches his shoulder (granted, it's mostly just grazed him), but vane seems to recover quickly enough. bringing up the end of his spear, he angles it to hit the beast in the eye, then the snout. it's a firm enough blow that the creature reels back. the man with the crossbow is set off-balance.
if they were going to capture him, now might have been good. ] Taka!! [ now's the time, right?
while vane didn't like the idea of needless violence, there's always something nice about fighting with someone back to back. ]
TIME TO STOP A MURDER, VANE
He doesn't need a (grating nickname) call out to recognize the opportunity for attack. Takasugi rushes forward, using Vane's spear to jump to the bear's back and force the man from his mount.
Their mark snarls, almost as fearsome as the creature he rides, aiming crossbow for a point blank shot to Takasugi's chest. It never fires; Takasugi shoves the man back into the harsh cave wall, sword to his gut. The man heaves, his breath knocked from him.
Pawing at its face, the bear remains distracted. It's bodily between Vane and Takasugi, but there's no blocking the intent of the blade poised to skewer the man.]
he's leady!! a beast only policy on killing
only when the blade is drawn once more does he react. while instinctively, he'd wedge his axe between there, with the proximity to their hostage-to-be and takasugi's sword, well, he figures the best bet is something verbal while he tries to figure out how to close the distance between him, especially with the bear between. ] Stop! [ he starts abruptly at first. though quickly, he continues: ]
You aren't thinking of hurting him, are you? [ his expression hardens a little. he doesn't think it's takasugi's desire to go... too far (or at least not explicitly? he hopes), but he finds himself serious nonetheless. still, this negotiation couldn't happen at a worse time as the bear seems to turn its gaze back to takasugi.
hence, vane does his best to try and catch its attention.
swinging his spear in its direction. though, it's obvious he's equally distracted by watching takasugi. ]
humans can be beasts....???? metaphorically
Just inconvenient.
Takasugi buries his sword through the man's shoulder and into the stone behind.
It's some sort of mercy - the man is left groaning in pain and sweating as he struggles, rather than crumpled on the ground.
They can decide what to do with him later. For now, the bear's growl echoes in the cavern, its mouth frothing with drool and blood. It lurches towards Vane, uneven in step as it favors its uninjured side.
While the beast is fixated on Vane's bait, Takasugi grabs the man's crossbow and aims for the creatures neck. His shot embeds behind the ear - enough to give the bear pause, but not fell it.
And that's all the help Vane gets; Takasugi doesn't know how to reload the thing.]
takachin....
the man's life being spared is enough, and though vane gives a relieved sigh. something he barely gets in as the bear comes barreling forward. vane thinks of taking out its legs before knocking it out, but it's here that takasugi seems to step in. it's a help vane appreciates. unsure of how to have approached this otherwise.
especially, as the beast seems undaunted even in the face of injury. ] Here goes! [ he yells, accustomed to speaking in battle. he was a knight and not an assassin after all and it's clear in the big swings he takes and in the sounds he makes as he knocks several blows into the bear. seeing as how it still can't be stopped (and even takes a swing at him at close proximity), he decides to dig his spear straight into its legs.
"sorry, big guy." something he mutters under his breath as shakes the blood off his spear.
immediately, his eyes dart up to takasugi. ] You okay? Thanks for that.
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But in this rare situation, Takasugi's impressed with the man's prowess. The spear rips the creature, muscle from tendon, fur slick with blood as it wavers in strength before its legs give out entirely.
The thing isn't dead when Vane disengages, but it will be soon. A kinder man might offer a mercy kill, but Takasugi's interest is vetted elsewhere.] Aa-
[He's fine, and now that the dust is beginning to settle, he returns to the man skewered to the wall. For the most part, he'll be keeping his compliments to himself, but for one-] You don't look too tired.
[And, really, he's only said it because that's convenient.]
Carry him. [Said as he wraps his hand around the hilt of his blade and yanks it out. The man tries to stand, but the rush of blood from his shoulders drains his strength, and his knees waver.]
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Like I said you can rely on me— [ oh...
he watches as the blood begins to flow from the open wound made by takasugi's sword. the man groans, and while vane debates if he needs to be tied up, it seems the man is entirely devoid of any ability to walk or do anything else. the blood loss is substantial, and his consciousness seems to already be fading. regardless, it's impressive how this man offers no more words to them, still, vane runs to barely catching this man and hold him up.
that is, before the man topples over, his eyes now closed. vane... reluctantly picks him up. slinging him over his shoulder. it probably doesn't help about with the blood, but well, it'd have to do for now. ] ... didn't expect you to actually take me up on it.
[ but, no problem!! ]
(i love vane) // end?
Vane almost made him into an idiot, thinking the guy was capable of anything other than being annoying.
A glance over the shoulder is all Takasugi offers. He's not relying on Vane, their bleeding captive is. If Takasugi had been alone, he'd just tie the bastard up and make him walk regardless of his state.
Petty details mentally established, the fervor of the fight has soundly diminished.
A more considerate partner might offer to pay for Vane's shirt, ruined by thickening bloodstain, but Takasugi doesn't think it's the worst look the blonde could wear. His gaze lingers, before he leads the way out of the cave and back to the forest.]
We're heading straight back. [They'll need to be prompt to deliver the man before he bleeds out.]