Wishing Upon a Shooting Star

[Tobin]

OOC: I left too much material in this post. Feel free to pm me if it’s full of it; I am up for anything. I will edit descriptions in for Tobin's moves if necessary, just wanted to finish this post first before I slept. XD Pm me if you want me to add more; or change anything. Icarus and Eris.

Summery; dwarf fell out of the sky fighting a Chinese Luna Dragon near a village, both hit the ground. Tobin survived the fall due to a tier 3 ability; the Dragon’s demise isn’t fixed though if it dies it probably would explode like a glitter bomb. XD Tobin is at 15% hp.)

WC: 1061

“Com' on ya bastard!! Ya can’t fly farever!”

Wind shrieked in agony as the sharp green dagger shape of the Dragon pierced through the soft clouds; a bellow of fury as the serpentine creature snapped at the biped clung close to its frame, the muscular barrel heaved himself back from the diamond daggers with a bound; the brilliant bronze nunchucks flowed across the skin like a river the free fall carried the combatant tumbling through the intertwined serpent body, at the last second his –magnetic grip- snagged the tail end of the creature the emotion became an abrupt stop; the sudden application of his entire weight into an arm sent an electrical pain that only clenching the jaw could stifle. Tobin had thought that a level 50 Luna dragon would have been easy prey by itself, an assumption that he soon come to regret as the battle endurance wasn’t his to win within its native environment of the sky.

-My hp at 55%, mana at 58%, this guy isn’t givin’ me a moment ta recover. Looks like I’mma gonna hav’ to something drastic.-

The Dwarf shifted his grip to his feet as he stood erect to face the immense shadow as again the twisted upon itself to drive at him, the entire air trembled as the shriek caused the air to tremble as the maw of daggers glinted in the sun. However there was no room to appreciate either the majestic creature or the earth behind him, his gaze locked firmly with that with the shape with baited breath Tobin, waiting, waiting, until it was right before him; only within that final instant he struck as the monk’s weapon whirled into a wall of bronze as incinerated assault activated; and one became five, the golden doppelgangers formed a bastion of whirling metal blazed like fire.

-NOW-

The barrage that that met the creature spilt the air in a deafening clatter that so even as the force of the impact propelled the Dwarf off the dragon, the reward a jet of green vapour as the creature’s head was turned aside as two of the clones faltered. Yet; Tobin couldn’t help feel that something was missing as the weapon twirled limply within single palm, a blank gaze upon the stump that gushed out the life fluid. Then the pain came; a pain that even the false accent couldn’t alleviate.

“Gaahhh BOLLOCKS, NOT AGA-“

The Creature didn’t allow the airborne Dwarf chance to recover; the bellow cut short as Tobin twisted his body to thrust the thick metal beam between him and the creature’s trunk, the heavy blow ripped the weapon from his grasp and sent the dwarf tumbling through the clouds in a downward spiral. Squat biped emerged the hilly lands of sacem seemed to spread out below, without a ride his fate seemed sealed; though he knew the proud creature wouldn’t want the valuable data to be scattered against the earth as it would come to consume the adventurer whole and become stronger. Yet even as the Dwarf’s broken body ached, his flame within the furnace of his chest had merely faltered, not extinguished.

-Eat me? How dare you!-

Teeth of red ground locked together in a grotesque grin, he flipped with figure rolled onto his back to face the oncoming threat with a bellow; the glowing white fist the only warning it received as it rapidly closed.

“Go back, ta china, you, tacky, cultural, import!”

To the distant observer, it was as though a white blizzard had blasted fourth from the Dwarf to freeze the entire front section of the Dragon that sent it spiralling past him blindly, the last thing Tobin recalled as he fell was the river and a village below him; the strong arms of gravity nestled both he and the Dragon within its unyieldingly firm bosom. The impact sound was a sharp, loud crack as Dirt and stone alike was flung up from the double craters, the dragon landed much further away from the village then him. only after the gentle patter patter of debris did the air once again become still. Out of the Dwarf’s small hole a faint sparkle emerged as paper drifted up into the breeze, before it evaporated like water on a hot summers day.

---

The first sensation that tingled through the dwarf was a feeling of wet the second, a dull ache that penetrated every fibre of his being. The Dwarf let a groan rumble from his lips as his eyes flickered open; his back against the concave wall of dirt that had almost become an open tomb, filled only by water seeping through the dirt of the nearby river. Even though his mortal body had survived; even the hardiest of spirits struggled to cope with the abrupt stop from terminal velocity, though due to the pain despite his ability to regenerate meant that he couldn’t have been out for more than a few minutes.

“Gah; tha’ terminal velocity landin’ were somethin’. Mah stunt double almost failed ta deploy.”

The fellow gave a raspy laugh as a sliver flash was taken out of his pocket and he downed it; the punch of the potent liquor drew an immediate sigh as it burned in his stomach. Though the restorative properties of this beverage failed to recover more than 5% of his huge hp score, the pain relief was immediate as a great satisfied grin settled on his face.

“Well, ya underestimated me in on’ thing, dragon, ya can nevar underestimate… wha’ a man can do width one hand.”

A horse laugh erupted from his throat as the fellow lent back into the crushed soil and stone and with his one hand set the rose tinted sunglasses upon his face. Yes, fighting huge creatures and inappropriate comments was precisely how Tobin started threads.

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Oh, and a pair of gigantic numchuk’s landed somewhere within 200 meters of him in a similar sized crater. The engraved bronze weapon was immense in size and punctuated with holes to let the wind whistle through it, a gentle song that played on the wind. The sculptures itself seemed to decrypt the various exploits of an immensely masculine barrel shaped figure. Though any who tried to interact with the weapon would find it weighed as much as an actual adult dwarf, thus difficult to shift any meaningful distance.

[Icarus]

The Sarum highlands stretched out before Icarus like fresh snow waiting to be ruined. Playfully, the white heretic traipsed through them, using his heavy wooden staff as a walking stick. This was his first time visiting this part of the frontier and that meant he was excited. His arrival was perhaps a little late compared to other adventurers, who had already mapped the much of the area. She had already given up many of her secrets. People knew what spawned where. They knew which settlements were nestled in which fields. They knew the streets of her cities. He had been waiting and taking his time to get here so that he could see it all alone. He was interested in a different kind of pioneering. When a small village drew into view, he halted. Perfect. That would be an adequate landmark to start with. Now all he needed was a little inspiration and -

CRACK.

The sound of a heavy impact drew his dark eyes skyward. High in the heavens, just far away enough that he could barely make out the details, some kind of Chinese looking dragon struggled violently with… was that a dwarf? Icarus blinked. Then, he chuckled weakly at himself. How had he not noticed them earlier? He leaned on his weapon, watching with amusement. The shouting was not quite intelligible. He had no knowledge of melee class abilities. Still, because he avoided high level players and seldom lasted long against high level monsters, this scene was quite a rare treat for him. He might as well enjoy it while he could… from a safe distance.

The fight that had nothing to do with him concluded quite dramatically. Both combatants fought for supremacy as they spiraled towards the ground, which would surely reduce them both to anima. At what seemed like the last moment, the monk encased the reptile in a burst of frost and separated them. Then they landed, hundreds of yards apart, with sickening crashes that sent debris in the air. The earth shook. Even those bronze numchuks left a crater. The sheer intensity of it all sent Icarus’s pulse racing. Their fall had reached terminal velocity.It was worthy of his Greek name. He wondered what it felt like.

A flash of silver caught his eye. Oh? Apparently his fellow demigod had survived his finale. Reminiscent of a character from a fantasy action movie, he celebrated his victory with a haughty boast. Icarus was a poor audience for him. His attention had been stolen by something much less funny and much closer to him. The dragon had landed only a few dozen feet away. Dust still swirled around it, concealing most of the contents of the hole it had created from view. He spotted faint signs of movement inside. It had also survived. It had survived, it was weak, and it was within his reach.

Icarus had never been in this situation before. He could do nothing. He could finish it off to steal the kill. OR he could do something much more dangerous. Unable to resist, the mage raised his staff towards the monster. It glowed, mimicking traditional healing particle effects, as it slowly seeped corruption into its target. The huge Lunar beast hissed in response. His weak temporary Tainted Charity spell had only raised its health slightly, but it was enough. After a heartbeat of sweet anticipation, it regained its footing and reared up, flaring its powerful wings.

Would it be grateful? Icarus doubted that. He had learned the hard way that monsters were monsters. He had tried to connect with them dozens of times and dozens of times he had tasted the sting of their teeth and claws. The game designers had given them thoughts, needs, feelings, and instincts, but they had not given them the theory of the mind. Despite their shared ability to respawn, they had little in common with adventurers. They were not really alive. This lizard would never understand his intentions in the same sense that a rock would never understand the intentions of the person throwing it. But… what if it could? Wasn’t that tiny, magnificent trace of a possibility worth the risk?

Sure enough, the dragon did not process that he had tried to save it. All it processed was that someone was in front of it and that it was pissed. Icarus, who had been expecting this, just barely managed to duck out of the way as it lunged forward and crushed the spot where he had been standing. ”Oops,” he laughed. He had no time to be disappointed. As much as he loved the rush of adrenaline that accompanied brushes with death, he had no desire to get hit. This would be too stupid a way to die even for him.

Shamelessly, he bolted towards the dwarf. ”Hello!” he hummed cheerfully, dodging a duo of angry blasts from the dragon that would undoubtedly one shot him if they connected. ”My name is Icarus. Nice to meet you!” When he reached him, he pointedly moved behind him. To reach him, the level fifty creature would have to get through his new much more heavily armored friend. Well, if said heavily armored friend did not kill him himself for healing his enemy. ”If you’re not busy could you save me, please?” Yes, this was all his fault. At least he was being polite about it!

WC: 900
OOC: Sorry for being so slow. Q___Q Tobin

[Tobin]

(OOC: It’s a bit rough, I must applogise.  @mvck )

WC: 875

Tobin didn’t really notice the level 1 heretic at first. Down within that concave structure of the crater he couldn’t see a lot beyond the tops of heads, nor could he see the Dragon. Neither of those factors bothered him as already another appicini had been downed in, perhaps it were the least elegant method of delivery for fine hues of apple but that was insignificant compared to the raw flavour of healing that he could savour throughout his body. Already the flesh folded over the stump had begun to expand out in the shape of his template as the pains with him faded. However, the bellow of the beast drew a soft sigh as with effort the dwarf rolled up onto his feet and chanced a glance over, needless to say, the sight of an robed figure running toward him with a fire spewing serpentine creature following close behind wasn’t able to draw more than a slight amused grin from the pink faced drunk. These moments of content always seemed so short lived these days.

“Bleh. Guess it were true wha’ gump said, life were lik’a rack of shots-“

Though the distance was great, already the muttering fellow had fished into his inventory to draw a pale blue vial, a mana potion that was swiftly knocked back, the immediate response was the loud hacking cough recoiled the terrible flavour, that crude, indiscernible mixture of salt water and bitter herbs that lingered, it were a mild consolation that the dwarf’s sense of taste had been numbed by liquor.

“GAH! Ya nevar knuw when ya gotta drink tha’ semen flavoured one. Damn mana pots. Well-”

Yet even as Tobin’s frame swayed unsteadily in the wind, the immediate bout of drinkin’ tainted his features with a glazed rosy pink hue, his movements drawn out as the vial was cast aside with a uncoordinated flick of his arm. Not once did the sharp gaze leave the dragon however, Tobin knew that with the state he was in that he could only go for a decisive victory due to the state he was in. and was only as the creature drew within a decade of meters, that the dwarf stiffened he brought his leg up and slammed the ground with a loud crack; the earth itself erupted around him as a single bellow erupted above the din.

“Move cherreh!”

The dwarf’s motions became a blur as rocks of various sizes were pelted at the great beast, the soft crack’s of stone against bone drew a sharp bellow from the weakened creature as a thick pume of flame blanketed the area where the Dwarf had once stood. Yet, as a partically large bolder flew out of the thick smoke, as it sailed over the head, a fragment of blazing red broke off and accilrated like a comet toward the dragons. Only it wasn’t a rock, too late it saw the blazing dwarf twist his frame into an outstretched kick within its slanted eyes. A clap of thunder accompanied the collision, the force of the kick sent it’s head crashing against the earth’s unyielding bosom, yet even as it fell the Dwarf’s course had already diverted; with a sudden crack the Dwarf spilt away from it’s face and became a bolt of unyielding force down it’s serpentine body with a single crack dealt a second blow to the staggered creature’s before with his spent momentum the dwarf broke away and landed heavily to the ground, the creature thrashed wildly it bellowed in agony, it’s maw spewed out a continuous stream of glitteriest data as the entire creature evaporated like a mirage. Only then, was the secum countryside silent again. Only then did the blazing Dwarf look into his hand and allowed a soft chuckle to break the silence; his eyes momentarily seemed to be a hue of purple before it faded back to it’s native sky colour, a single data package head firmly in it’s hand.

“keh… It were onleh when et were grounded, tha’ I were able ta take et’s heart from it. Too much movin’ round ta hit et in the air lik’ t’at.” It was only as the andrenlin left his system that he chanced a gaze at the man he had saved; rather curiously Tobin noted with a slight grunt that he had received considerably less experience then he had expected yet it wasn’t a reason to be rude, after all he had failed to kill before. “Dun’t worreh laddeh, I’mma not on fir’ ets that effect oaf mah ability, blaz-“

As Tobin toggled the –blazing overdrive- buff off though, it was immediately apparent that the fire didn’t disappear. With a sharp scream the fellow charged into the river and the river welcomed the heat with a great plume of steam. The Dwarf had already chugged one bottle of wine in an attempt to fix the damage, the dwarf gave a sigh as he rested within soothing waters. With his suitably awesome entrance ruined, the introduction decidingly more direct then he intended.

“So, wha’ ya name be? I’mma Tobin, Dwarf oaf Aeryn, Drinker, Slayer of Stunehunge, bane of Sarum ‘n’ mastur of ta’ down undar fist. Pleasure ta meet cha. Ya know a good place ta heal?”