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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 14, 2010 16:40:06 GMT -5
His halberd glinted against the warm afternoon sunlight as he drew it down, cutting through something that was a cross between a reptile and a bird with a devastatingly long wingspan and a face he could only compare to one of the story books he'd read once at a visit to a library. The Jabberwocky, was it.
Antonio ducked, sweat trickling down his face as the animal swooped low from its position in the air to strike at his head. What was he doing, fighting an aerial creature when his weapon was clearly not for long range attacks. His wonderment was cut for awhile, however, as it attacked again, this time trying to peck at his shoulder.
Rip my arm off entirely is more like it
He nearly cursed but his 'Merde' was reduced a mere 'Me--' when it took to the offensive from behind, while he was distracted with trying to swing his weapon upward. Which proved to be very difficult despite intense training over the years. You just don't swing a halberd up in the air. The Jabberwocky-like creature managed a scratch down his arm and just right above his elbow, although not quite deep enough.
He could still go on and Antonio, being the persistent sort, clutched the lower half of the staff and swung, managing to cut off a leg and part of what he suspected to be a tail.
The bird/reptile screeched and flew higher and then eventually, out of sight.
Panting, he slackened his grip on the weapon, the steel cutting into the earthen grown beneath him. He dragged it lethargically toward a tree and propped the weapon against the bark, sliding down against it as well, searching for somewhere to rest himself.
A crescent moon of a smile graced his worn features as he regained proper breathing under the cool shade of a tree.
"Dios,"
He would kill for a glass of water right now.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 16, 2010 2:38:53 GMT -5
The pastures were wide and empty, the greenness of the blades of grass the only indication of life in so many miles. Francis was just out for a stroll, beautiful day as it was, and the plains were mostly safe. You could see if people were trying to attack you, unlike the forests, where they could hide behind trees and in darkness.
So far, the day had gone smoothly, only once had he run across something dangerous. Even then, the creature was half his size and ran away as soon as he shooed it.
That was, it had been smooth, until he spotted and approached a tree.
Leaning against the bark, everything was quiet, nice, the breeze heavenly against his skin and the sun blocked by the leaves. He could almost fall asleep to the sweet silence of nature until an ear-splitting screech assaulted his ears.
Covering his sensitive ears with both hands, he looked beyond the bark his back was firmly pressed against. Blue eyes focused on a hideous creature and a man fighting it with a halberd.
"Mon dieu..." he murmured, standing and watching from behind the safety of the tree. Of course, he had no intentions of helping. The man seemed to being doing just fine, really, as he watched the battle continue on.
Francis cringed at every dangerous move, occasionally, but not often, the thought came to mind to help. It was quickly erased when he figured that it would be useless someone like him help. That was more then asking for more people to get hurt. Instead, remaining quiet, he watched from the safety of the tree until the creature took flight and left and the man...
Began a approaching the tree he was hiding behind, damn.
Turning around, he pressed his body against the bark until he was sure that it was fairly safe he would not get attacked if he just randomly appeared before the man. (Not that that wasn't creepy in itself, but that fact escaped his mind for the moment.)
"Mon ami, you did a very fine job with that beast," he quipped, peeking his head over and looking down at the tanned man from above, his hands against the trunk of the tree, "Very brave~" he commented with a smile, completely ignorant to how odd he was being.
[[Here I am, invading your thread. Hello there. *Waves* owo]]
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 16, 2010 10:50:23 GMT -5
Antonio, let his head fall back with a loud thunk. He winced, but was fully aware that that was his fault. Still breathing heavily, he untied the red ribbon under his collar and set it aside, only remember now that he'd been wounded. With no medical equipment to help sort the problem out he contemplated ripping a part of his shirt to tie it around the long gash down his upper arm.
"This is a problem." He breathed, eyeing the wound.
It wasn't very deep but he knew that if he left it alone, the result wouldn't be a very desirable one. No, not at all.
As he was about to take his clothes apart to turn it into a makeshift bandage until he had enough strength to at least stagger back home, Antonio blinked, once again ignoring the bleeding wound.
He craned his neck up to look at the side of the tree that spoke.
"I didn't know trees could talk." He muttered, missing the man that was peeking out of the side.
"Gracias, Senor Tree. But it is more of an act of stupidity. It isn't very smart trying to fight air born creatures with a heavy melee weapon."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 16, 2010 11:20:35 GMT -5
Francis tilted his head before shaking it. No, it was better not to over-think it, hopefully he wasn't delusional and was simply just... missing his presence. Well, he hoped, anyway. Well, while he was being considered a tree... It could be fun, pretending to be a tree.
"Of course, mon ami, all trees can talk~ If you just listen," he commented with a soft chuckle, "In any case... that is true... perhaps you should have run instead?" he mused, although he supposed that that was not a very "honourable" thing to do in the eyes of other people...
Although it did keep you alive.
"Well, are you quite all right?" he questioned, eyes travelling down to the wound in his arm, "Ahh... that seems... quite painful," he muttered carefully and then it clicked that he could do something about it, "Mon ami, why don't you lift your shoulder up here," he suggested, intending to test something, "I can help you with that wound."
He waited patiently to see if he would accept or not. Although he was quite sure that the man was wondering what was wrong with this particular tree. Than again... almost anything was possible if magic was involved.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 16, 2010 11:59:09 GMT -5
"I don't suppose you're a French tree." Antonio wasn't quite sure if this was some sort of weird side effect from the scratch or maybe it was somebody trying to play a trick on him.
He considered the tree's suggestion, taking his time before answering.
"Yes, I could have but running wasn't an option, I'm afraid."
True enough, he'd gone there to rid the plains of troublesome monster that lurked around, scaring off/hurting civilians that deemed it a nice day for a walk out in the supposedly clear fields.
"Oh, this?" The Spaniard turned back to his wound and frowned. "I don't feel much of it but it is quite a bother."
Finding it difficult to lift his arm, with the sudden weight of the wound he used his left to hoist himself up off the ground, fingertips and fingernails catching bark as he stood. Still, he had no strength maneuver himself enough to fully turn but he did manage to hold his arm out.
"Here you go, Senor Tree. Although it perplexes me --and amazes me-- at the same time, as to how you are going to go about this." It didn't matter so much what he did now that he was relatively alone --with a talking tree. Not much harm could come of this, could there?
Antonio shrugged it off in his head and propped his arm up properly with his free hand. That bird had done more damage than he initially calculated.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 16, 2010 12:25:15 GMT -5
"Why of course I am~" He answered in a cheery tone, almost humming in the way he spoke. This was quite an enjoyable... game he was playing.
"Hmm... well, that's understandable if it was your only choice. Perhaps you should think prior to fighting such beasts, non? And try and bring... long-range weapons?" He suggested with a chuckle, "It would save you much injury..." However, eh supposed that whatever he was comfortable with he would do.
He chuckled at that, "Well, I already am talking to you, non? I have a few more tricks up my... trunk..." he finished awkwardly with a laugh.
Looking down at the wound, Francis shook off the slight feeling of discomfort that overcame him at seeing the blood. No time to get weak-stomached because of a small wound! He was... stronger than that! It was silly...
Ahh... but how to go about this without letting him discover he was not, in fact, a tree? This he pondered for a short second before it clicked in his mind. Reaching up and grabbing a low-hanging branch, he brought it over his hand and tied it to the limb with a ribbon in his pocket for his hair.
Smiling at the ingenious action, he then proceeded to place his hand over the wound, concentrating on the magic he had learned. He was not particularly skilled in healing magic, however, he was proficient. Surely he couldn't screw up too terribly?
Taking a breath, he began to mutter something under his breath, remembering the lesson he had had on the subject of healing. A strange, faint blue light consumed the branch, hand and a few second passed before he moved the branch aside to see his work.
Smiling a little, he nodded, pleased with himself, "Well, there you go, mon ami you may continue on your journey now!" he proclaimed and then moved further away from the man. While he was at it, might as well let him leave thinking he was a tree.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 16, 2010 13:01:12 GMT -5
"Si, that is...very true." He nodded in agreement, waiting for some form of movement --or whatever it was that the tree intended to do to his arm-- to take place. Sighing, he continued, "my bias almost lead me to my eventual downfall, how unfortunate." Not even a near-perfect technique could save him.
Antonio felt himself smiling a little at the response, finding it highly amusing how this Mr. Tree was referring to himself. Things were starting to get a little too good to be true but he figured anything could still happen in this world. Magic had flourished and developed over the years well enough that even this tree could be the result the of it --and an amazing one it was!
The leaves that brushed against his arm, tickled his skin and the blue light had blinded him for a fraction of a second before he regained proper control of his eyesight.
He blinked and brought the supporting hand down to test out the newly healed arm.
Poking the tan freshly repaired skin, he winced, still feeling a bit of the wound but physically, it wasn't there. Just the light sting on his skin.
"This is...this is....great! Gracias, Senor Tree. Generations after me will come to know of your magnificencia. I do not know how to thank you enough."
His reaction was more out of amazement, however, than true gratitude.
Suffice to say, Antonio was thoroughly amazed at the fact that a tree had just healed his arm.
He gave one last thanks to the tree, tipping his head in reverence before walking off to his place of residence when he realized that he'd left something.
His halberd.
And perhaps his sanity.
Which he regained when he turned back and saw a branch on the ground and a blond haired man walk away the opposite direction.
He grinned despite the loss of his little delusion, and stalked behind the man quietly but swiftly enough to actually reach him.
"Although I am rather disappointed at the fact that my magical tree, is not, in fact, a magical tree, I am pleased to know that it is a handsome young Frenchman instead."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 16, 2010 14:05:18 GMT -5
"Well, keep well to stay alive," he muttered as he quickly moved away from the tree, intending and hoping that the Spaniard, from what he could tell, would be fine. After all, otherwise, he had just wasted time repairing him.
Quickly walking away, for a moment all that he could hear was the wind and sounds of leaves of the tree being blown about. He heard the thanks and for a moment, he smiled and chuckled to himself.
That was fun, he mused to himself as he was walking away. Only once glancing back to see the other man walking in the opposite direction from him.
Well on his way, the blonde had thought he was off the hook, that was until... he heard the man's voice right behind him.
Jolting a bit, Francis turned around to spot the man and smiled a bit, "Aww... my little trick failed..." he lamented sadly, although amused all the same, "Désolé, mon ami, I decided against ruining your belief I was a magical, talking tree... it is something much more interesting than just a lone traveller, though, non?" He suggested, in good cheer.
After all, he had not originally intended to pretend to be a tree.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 16, 2010 20:20:37 GMT -5
Lovino grinned as he rifled through the pockets of some long-dead adventurer. The monster was gone, and showed no signs of returning in time to catch him quickly pilfering any goods some would-be adventurers had forgotten to take with them to the next world. Most of the equipment had long since rusted from the creature's saliva, but every now and again, and he bounced from ledge to ledge around the cave, he stumbled upon a truly great find. "Ooh!" Around the neck of one of the skeletons was wound a thick gold chain, with a ruby-encrusted cross hanging from the end.
As he bent down to pick it up, he almost missed the sound of beating wings. A shadow fell over the sun, and he turned, fingers just brushing the rubies, to see the flying monster coming back. "Ch-ch-CHIGI!" he screamed, throwing himself backward, rubies momentarily forgotten as he scrambled out of the cave and started clambering down the cliff. Thankfully, it seemed too concerned with its wounds to bother with the young man scurrying down the cliffside, pockets heavy with gold.
Only a few feet from the bottom of the cliff, Lovino's hands slipped, and with a strangled outcry, fell straight to the ground. Cursing under his breath, he clutched his side and his ill-gotten valuables and started to run/limp away from the cliff, heading toward the treeline not too far away.
Is that a... His lips thinned as he saw a young man with a halberd sitting beneath a tree, speaking to a blond man. A knight. Perfect. Lovino increased his pace, scowl deepening. Still several yards away, he began to scream, face reddening with every angry stride.
"Hey, you bastard! Were you even thinking? 'Oh, I'm a knight, I don't need to worry about killing the goddamn monster, I'm just going to wound it and send it back to its goddamn cave,' huh? Did you stop to think there might be someone in the cave? Damn bastard, I almost got eaten! That's obviously your fault! And I fell down a cliff to escape, which is also your fault!"
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 17, 2010 12:20:10 GMT -5
Antonio looked sheepish for awhile, shaking his head at himself and at his own words. Today seemed to be a bad day to speak however, as he found himself, yet again, cut off by some unexpected tirade over what appeared to be his line of work and his competency.
He drowned himself in the words, trying to absorb as much as possible before this new person finished speaking.
"It seems that I am to blame for a fair amount things today." He finally said, with a little laugh to his tone.
"I apologize then, to both you." He knelt down, hand around his halberd to support him. "My callousness has caused much trouble."
The Spaniard stood up and stepped forward, taking the newcomer's hand into his own rough tan one, lips ghosting over skin before standing up right once more. Olive-eyes regarded the young man with worry, inquiring about the fall.
"Are you hurt, Senor? Perhas Mister Tree-- I mean, this kind Frenchman could help?" His gaze shifted to the blond in question, looking hopeful.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 17, 2010 12:48:29 GMT -5
Francis's eyebrow quirked up in confusion at the yelling and he turned around, spotting a young man in the flush of his youth. What a loud mouth this one had... he mused to himself as he watched the situation play out from behind his new acquaintance, an amused smile donning his lips.
When the Spaniard turned to him asking if he could help the other man with an injury... one of his eyebrows rose again in curiosity. As far as he could tell, the man was just fine... if not as red as a tomato in the face from running and yelling, but that was not something he could help.
Nevertheless, he was a helpful person, was he not? He could help out one more weary traveller... if he was even a traveller, and this he doubted, since he didn't look very good for a fight... "Oh? An injury you say?" he asked and then moved forward before either of the men could say another word. Blue eyes examined the small body with a predatory gaze. Smirking as he concocted perhaps a devious plan in his head...
"Well, let me see," he murmured and approached the man, leaning in uncomfortably close to his face so their noses almost touched, "You don't seem injured towards your good looks, mon cher," he hummed, pinching his cheek briefly with a mocking smile. Continuing to examine him quickly, he then spotted his target and gave a goofy grin.
Reaching down into areas perhaps one should ventured, he grabbed the young mans ass and smiled right at him. "Perhaps it was le postérieur that was injured?" He asked, giving a strong, affectionate squeeze to the man's ass before jumping back and holding up his hands.
Winking at the young man and smiling he then asked, "Do I need to make a thorough inspection of your body?" he suggested with a grin, moving his eyebrows in a suggestive way before chuckling to himself.
Sometimes, this was just too much fun.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 17, 2010 14:35:12 GMT -5
Lovino huffed. "Damn right it's your fault." Somewhat mollified that the other man hadn't attempted to protest his obvious guilt, he glared at the other bastard threateningly as he approached.
The other man didn't seem to mind, though, circling around him as if he were a vulture around a piece of meat. Without moving, he followed him with his eyes until he disappeared behind him.
Then he felt a hand on his butt. Before he could react, the other man squeezed it roughly. "Chigiiii! he screamed, stumbling away from the other man and drawing a knife from within his coat, brandishing it warningly. "What the hell is wrong with you, bastard?! Touch me again and I'll rip your guts out!" Turning to the other man, he continued, "And why are you just standing there, moron? This is obviously your fault! Protect me, bastard!"
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 18, 2010 1:05:44 GMT -5
He didn't find it fair that Senor Tree was having all the fun, although his mannerisms were rather amusing. Antonio would readily admit to that. Plus, the newcomer was proving to be quite the character too that he felt he was starting to turn into ecru walls and embroidery --very boring. In spite of this, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Hm?" Tilting his head in default movement he dropped his halberd (promising himself that he would polish it later) and walked over to the loud mouthed stranger. He stood behind him, wrapping tan arms around the young man as he chuckled.
"I've got you~ don't worry. Senor Tree will have to go through me first before he gets to you now!"
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:: OTL 'cause you've said your name in the other thread, I think, to keep the timeline right, I must address you as Senor Tree throughout the whole thread. T.T [/size][/color]
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 18, 2010 6:47:25 GMT -5
Chuckling in response to his threat, he waggled a finger, "Now, now, young little ladies shouldn't use such course language, it's not nice~" he said, taunting the smaller man mercilessly. It wasn't often he got a chance to have so much fun, so he might as well take advantage of it while he could. Also... the small little Italian, it seemed, was just too much fun. With all his yelling and screaming...
"Aww, now you have a big, strong Spaniard protecting you..." he chuckled and then leaned in, poking the tip of his nose like a child, "Oui, just like a... ahh, girlfriend with his boyfriend," he smirked, once again leaning away before the little man found a chance to throw the knife at him. Although Francis had a fair amount of practice in dodging things, considering the amount of managers, women and men he managed to piss off in his actions.
Shaking his head, he smiled and waved a hand to the other man who held the little Italian, "You may have this one, who has such a red, tomato-like face, so cute~" he said with a taunting, almost sickeningly sweet voice, "He," Or she, he muttered under his breath, "Is simply not my type," he stated with a shrug, "Far too loud and annoying, like a housewife, really, to be my type." He stated, smiling at the little man in the others arms.
It occurred to him that perhaps he should stop. However, he quite liked this game far too much to even consider it. After all, the other mans face just kept getting redder and redder, "Be careful, mon petit tomato," he cooed, "If you keep getting so red, you're gonna explode~"
No, he was not going to stop any time soon. It was too much fun.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 18, 2010 8:34:41 GMT -5
Lovino sputtered, face a brilliant shade of crimson as he struggled against the Spaniard's grip. "W-what the hell are you doing? What's wrong with you bastards!" he screamed, kicking the Spaniard harshly in the shin and whipping his knife at the other man. Becoming even angrier when he managed to dodge it, Lovino realized too late, that with the Spaniard's arms around him as such, he couldn't reach any of his other weapons. "I will never forgive you, goddammit!"
He took a deep breath and continued, "I'm going to throw tomatoes at your houses! And... and if don't you get the hell off of me, I'm going to kill you, goddammit! Get off! This isn't fair, you bastards!"
Lovino stopped struggling for the briefest of instants, then preceded to kick back sharply against the Spaniard's shins, alternating feet in a steady rhythm, like a child in a marketplace cart. "Get the fuck off of me so I can kill you and the cheese-eating bastard over there!"
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