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saladloveSooo, this was a thing in Skype, thought I'd immortalize it in story form for all of you who missed it.
Beta Thanks to Shawnathan!!
^_^
Normal nights are never quite normal when around people such as this. One such night happened a while ago, which lends authenticity to my statement. Seven, a recent return to the group was speaking of a particular fighting style he was learning to Shawn, a veteran of the group and prolific fighter. Azrael, a rare SpAz, a humanoid cross between a kitten and a giraffe, was laying on a blanket nearby, drawing shapes on a wool blanket.
Seven was showing a move to Shawn, then stepped back. “Are you left or right handed?” he asked.
Shawn responded simply, “I am right handed,” then allowed Seven to shift him into the opposite stance, which better fitted the new information provided.
SpAz’s ears pricked up at Shawn’s statement. True to her nature, she reacted randomly. This time, she chose battle as the appropriate response. Seven tried to knock her over, anything to keep what he saw from happening, but was unsuccessful. She went on, sword drawn, determined to kill him for his perceived sin.
At the last moment, Shawn exploded into glass, a trick he had learned eons ago as a distraction and teleport move, and reappeared behind the now bewildered SpAz. She looked around and tried to step forward, but tripped on a larger shard of glass. Seven, now directly in front of her, offered the perfect attack point. She scrambled on top of him. Yelling incoherently, she she leapt off him, onto Shawn. Exploding once again, he reappeared on Seven’s head, safely out of reach of the enraged SpAz, now sitting unexpectedly on the ground with a soon to be bruised tush.
Shawn looked down, happy to be on his friend’s head. He waves at Seven, and holsters his sword, StarShatterer. Sensing his contentedness, Cooki, his Sandshrew companion and the group’s resident blacksmith, appeared on his head, forming a very happy totem pole. Leaning down, she planted a chaste kiss on his cheek, with a demure “Hi there”. He took her hand, and just held it, keeping an eye on the SpAz.
Azrael was still busy trying to figure out how to get to Shawn, only slightly perturbed by the presence of his girlfriend. Spotting Scott, a wandering through the area in search of a book he had dropped earlier. Before he knew what happened, Azrael was on his head, and was aiming him toward the happy Totem.
Ready for such an action, Shawn had shifted his close range sword into a long ranged automatic shotgun, and took Scott down easily, who reappeared on top of his book in a nearby tree. Shifting, he opened his book and began reading, slowly losing himself to the story.
The SpAz got to her feet, the bloodlust finally gone. Somewhere in the last few seconds, Shawn had somehow gotten his feet and legs stuck in Seven’s helmet. After a second of talking, Seven sighed, dissolved his helmet, and allowed Shawn to jump off, who was careful not to topple Cooki, still perched on him. They boop, a tradition only they understand and follow, and sat down on Azrael’s long forgotten blanket under Scott’s tree.
Deciding to test the seasoned warrior’s reflexes, the SpAz ran at Seven quietly, hoping the lack of vocalization would grant her victory. It did not. He twisted, landing the lance under her ribcage. She tutted him on his lack of manners, then dissolved into glitter around the lance and floated up, resting waiting for her earthly wound to heal.
Down below, Seven was anxious and pacing, glancing at Cooki. Shawn noticed, and went over. Seven has always had urges to attempt lethal actions against our blacksmith, but until now, has managed to keep himself for acting on them. Heated words were exchanged, then Shawn motioned for Cooki to move behind him. Seven wielded his new lance, eager and pleased that Shawn was allowing this. Shawn, sure and steady, determined to protect his lady, drew StarShatterer, shifted it into shotgun mode and opened fire on his mate.
Seven, saw this, began infusing his lance, and charged, absorbing shots, slowing only slightly, bullets absorbed into pure energy. Dodging glitter from the swirling SpAz, he readied himself to come in range and do some damage, finally. Drawing his lance back, ready and savoring the moment, he brought the lance down and around, sure that this would bring down the warrior and leave his target open.
In that moment, however, Ratta, one of the other longtime members of the roaming group appeared from gathering food for their dinner. He flicked his wrist, sending the fighters to opposite sides of the clearing. "Fighting is no good," he declared, then went about cleaning the fish he had caught under the tree. Seven and Shawn stopped, considered Ratta's sage advice, shrugged, and charged once again.
Seven, slightly more light on his feet than the well muscled Shawn, dodged around him, coming face to face with Cooki. Seven raised his arm and knocked her out of her beloved's reach.
Cooki, sprawled on the ground. It was as if the moment paused itself. Shawn, reaching for his love, but not quite far enough to save her. Seven, determined to end his mystery vendetta against the quiet blacksmith. Azrael, now almost fully reformed, spiraling around completely free and the embodiment of joy, glitter flying off her in all directions.
Time began again, slowly at first, then gradually back to normal speed. Shawn managed to grab Cooki's foot and exploded them both, and reappeared a ways away. Shawn crouched, coving Cooki, then growled at Seven, daring him to try again.
Seven worked a bit of magic, intended to block Shawn's shatter magic. They charged once again, swords clashing. Shawn managed to get the upper hand and opened a pit behind Seven, kicking him in. Thinking quick, Seven stabbed his lance into the wall of the pit, vaulting back out.
Saddened by the loss of his beloved lance, but unperturbed and focused on his goal, he drew his sword. Azrael, in a rare moment of lucidity, took the now apparent opportunity; She teleported herself and Cooki to a cave, a brief respite from the chaos. They shared cookies, hot cocoa and a hug, before Azrael teleported Cooki back to Shawn, this time armed with Frixorium Volta, a powerful frying pan/pistol.
Meanwhile, Shawn had emptied multiple magazines worth of shells into Seven's glowing shield, but not managed to do any real damage. Finally coming in range, Seven swung his sword, also glowing. Extending, he swiped at Shawn, who spun out of the way. The sword continued on velocity, heading toward the newly reappeared Cooki.
She ducked out of the way at the last possible second, the edge drawing blood as she did. Seven stopped his spin, landing him well behind Shawn and Cooki. Crouching, he readied himself for the next attack.
Seeing the blood on her, Shawn took a second to check her, make sure that she won't die. He looked around, and saw that their fight had drawn the rest of the group, most of whom were watching intently. One, a pretty girl named Cinna, passed Cooki ender pearls, should the need arise.
Enraged by his friend's audacity, Shawn leapt onto Seven, and fired five rounds into his helmet, thinking the close range would splinter it. It did not, only propelled Seven forward, and Shawn up. He extended his bat wings and floated, and shifted his sword back to its gun form and fired upon Seven, determined to wipe him from the face of the earth. Seven raised his sword again, looked between Shawn, floating, shotgun ready and waiting, and Cooki, armed with Frixorium Volta, ready to defend herself.
He put his sword down, sighing. He looked around, and now saw Cap and Ratta on Azrael’s blanket, looking at constellations, Cinna up in the tree with Scott and Azrael once again on Shawn’s head.
Beta Thanks to Shawnathan!!
^_^
Normal nights are never quite normal when around people such as this. One such night happened a while ago, which lends authenticity to my statement. Seven, a recent return to the group was speaking of a particular fighting style he was learning to Shawn, a veteran of the group and prolific fighter. Azrael, a rare SpAz, a humanoid cross between a kitten and a giraffe, was laying on a blanket nearby, drawing shapes on a wool blanket.
Seven was showing a move to Shawn, then stepped back. “Are you left or right handed?” he asked.
Shawn responded simply, “I am right handed,” then allowed Seven to shift him into the opposite stance, which better fitted the new information provided.
SpAz’s ears pricked up at Shawn’s statement. True to her nature, she reacted randomly. This time, she chose battle as the appropriate response. Seven tried to knock her over, anything to keep what he saw from happening, but was unsuccessful. She went on, sword drawn, determined to kill him for his perceived sin.
At the last moment, Shawn exploded into glass, a trick he had learned eons ago as a distraction and teleport move, and reappeared behind the now bewildered SpAz. She looked around and tried to step forward, but tripped on a larger shard of glass. Seven, now directly in front of her, offered the perfect attack point. She scrambled on top of him. Yelling incoherently, she she leapt off him, onto Shawn. Exploding once again, he reappeared on Seven’s head, safely out of reach of the enraged SpAz, now sitting unexpectedly on the ground with a soon to be bruised tush.
Shawn looked down, happy to be on his friend’s head. He waves at Seven, and holsters his sword, StarShatterer. Sensing his contentedness, Cooki, his Sandshrew companion and the group’s resident blacksmith, appeared on his head, forming a very happy totem pole. Leaning down, she planted a chaste kiss on his cheek, with a demure “Hi there”. He took her hand, and just held it, keeping an eye on the SpAz.
Azrael was still busy trying to figure out how to get to Shawn, only slightly perturbed by the presence of his girlfriend. Spotting Scott, a wandering through the area in search of a book he had dropped earlier. Before he knew what happened, Azrael was on his head, and was aiming him toward the happy Totem.
Ready for such an action, Shawn had shifted his close range sword into a long ranged automatic shotgun, and took Scott down easily, who reappeared on top of his book in a nearby tree. Shifting, he opened his book and began reading, slowly losing himself to the story.
The SpAz got to her feet, the bloodlust finally gone. Somewhere in the last few seconds, Shawn had somehow gotten his feet and legs stuck in Seven’s helmet. After a second of talking, Seven sighed, dissolved his helmet, and allowed Shawn to jump off, who was careful not to topple Cooki, still perched on him. They boop, a tradition only they understand and follow, and sat down on Azrael’s long forgotten blanket under Scott’s tree.
Deciding to test the seasoned warrior’s reflexes, the SpAz ran at Seven quietly, hoping the lack of vocalization would grant her victory. It did not. He twisted, landing the lance under her ribcage. She tutted him on his lack of manners, then dissolved into glitter around the lance and floated up, resting waiting for her earthly wound to heal.
Down below, Seven was anxious and pacing, glancing at Cooki. Shawn noticed, and went over. Seven has always had urges to attempt lethal actions against our blacksmith, but until now, has managed to keep himself for acting on them. Heated words were exchanged, then Shawn motioned for Cooki to move behind him. Seven wielded his new lance, eager and pleased that Shawn was allowing this. Shawn, sure and steady, determined to protect his lady, drew StarShatterer, shifted it into shotgun mode and opened fire on his mate.
Seven, saw this, began infusing his lance, and charged, absorbing shots, slowing only slightly, bullets absorbed into pure energy. Dodging glitter from the swirling SpAz, he readied himself to come in range and do some damage, finally. Drawing his lance back, ready and savoring the moment, he brought the lance down and around, sure that this would bring down the warrior and leave his target open.
In that moment, however, Ratta, one of the other longtime members of the roaming group appeared from gathering food for their dinner. He flicked his wrist, sending the fighters to opposite sides of the clearing. "Fighting is no good," he declared, then went about cleaning the fish he had caught under the tree. Seven and Shawn stopped, considered Ratta's sage advice, shrugged, and charged once again.
Seven, slightly more light on his feet than the well muscled Shawn, dodged around him, coming face to face with Cooki. Seven raised his arm and knocked her out of her beloved's reach.
Cooki, sprawled on the ground. It was as if the moment paused itself. Shawn, reaching for his love, but not quite far enough to save her. Seven, determined to end his mystery vendetta against the quiet blacksmith. Azrael, now almost fully reformed, spiraling around completely free and the embodiment of joy, glitter flying off her in all directions.
Time began again, slowly at first, then gradually back to normal speed. Shawn managed to grab Cooki's foot and exploded them both, and reappeared a ways away. Shawn crouched, coving Cooki, then growled at Seven, daring him to try again.
Seven worked a bit of magic, intended to block Shawn's shatter magic. They charged once again, swords clashing. Shawn managed to get the upper hand and opened a pit behind Seven, kicking him in. Thinking quick, Seven stabbed his lance into the wall of the pit, vaulting back out.
Saddened by the loss of his beloved lance, but unperturbed and focused on his goal, he drew his sword. Azrael, in a rare moment of lucidity, took the now apparent opportunity; She teleported herself and Cooki to a cave, a brief respite from the chaos. They shared cookies, hot cocoa and a hug, before Azrael teleported Cooki back to Shawn, this time armed with Frixorium Volta, a powerful frying pan/pistol.
Meanwhile, Shawn had emptied multiple magazines worth of shells into Seven's glowing shield, but not managed to do any real damage. Finally coming in range, Seven swung his sword, also glowing. Extending, he swiped at Shawn, who spun out of the way. The sword continued on velocity, heading toward the newly reappeared Cooki.
She ducked out of the way at the last possible second, the edge drawing blood as she did. Seven stopped his spin, landing him well behind Shawn and Cooki. Crouching, he readied himself for the next attack.
Seeing the blood on her, Shawn took a second to check her, make sure that she won't die. He looked around, and saw that their fight had drawn the rest of the group, most of whom were watching intently. One, a pretty girl named Cinna, passed Cooki ender pearls, should the need arise.
Enraged by his friend's audacity, Shawn leapt onto Seven, and fired five rounds into his helmet, thinking the close range would splinter it. It did not, only propelled Seven forward, and Shawn up. He extended his bat wings and floated, and shifted his sword back to its gun form and fired upon Seven, determined to wipe him from the face of the earth. Seven raised his sword again, looked between Shawn, floating, shotgun ready and waiting, and Cooki, armed with Frixorium Volta, ready to defend herself.
He put his sword down, sighing. He looked around, and now saw Cap and Ratta on Azrael’s blanket, looking at constellations, Cinna up in the tree with Scott and Azrael once again on Shawn’s head.
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Date: 2014-12-29 06:24 pm (UTC)Also: http://imgur.com/yh5j5g7
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Date: 2014-12-29 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-29 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-29 08:14 pm (UTC)First naturally being my Christmas skin of you.
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Date: 2014-12-29 10:22 pm (UTC)There are a few thing I spotting and my beta instincts are twitching, but meh. Oh, and, BTW I think setting is more of AU than real life.....
Sad that you didn't finish the ending, though.
And, shawn, if you ever wish to spar again, Let me know!
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Date: 2014-12-29 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-30 04:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-31 04:58 am (UTC)You sent not op SAO Seven flying across the field.
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Date: 2015-01-07 05:11 am (UTC)disregard any bs about non op sao crap
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Date: 2015-01-08 10:10 am (UTC)