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| Silverlineing | Jan 1 2010, 08:17 PM Post #16 |
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Jumper shivered in her blanket cocoon, gripping the chest of her shirt. The girls bright brown eyes squinted together, a single tear falling from each eye as she breathed quickly. If it had been any other day, Jumper would have been able to get out of the way on her own but in this fragile state, the little brunettes body just couldn't take the excitement. rather then answer Karl with word, Melody responded by letting her head fall to the side, her heated forehead hitting the statues cold coat. With her hands still holding her shirt, Jumper started to whimper softly, talking to herself more then anyone. "Something ... w-wrong. Aisha .... w-wrong, ah!" Her grip tightened on her shirt as her body scrunched together, a reaction to the pain. "C-can't ... I c-can't!" she started to cry again as her words failed to leave her throat. She continued to try and communicate but for every sentence she forced out, only a word made it. Eventually, she gave up. |
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| Digitaldreamer | Jan 1 2010, 10:53 PM Post #17 |
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Going slightly mad, but only on Tuesdays.
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At first, Jumper didn't respond. This filled Karl with a terror that surprised him, something almost as bad as the sensation he felt when faced with heights or his reflection. Had the movement been too much? Had he hurt her? Fortunately, this was a fleeting sensation, replaced by a very slight relief as Jumper shivered. This relief was quickly torn away at the sound of Jumper's pathetic whimpers, her words an unintelligible mess of helplessness and pain. And then he spotted the tears. In that instant something snapped. For a moment Karl stood there in the debris, stone hands clenching around the shivering form in his arms. He then forced himself to relax, loosening his hold and bringing up cold fingers to brush away the tears on the girl's face. "Shh... shh, it's going to be alright," He murmured, his voice barely audible over the howl of the wind. With those words he moved to the corner of the room that seemed to be best shielded from the cold. Once he reached his destination the statue knelt down, setting Jumper down gently on the cold wooden floor. He then shrugged off his coat and scarf, wrapping both around the shivering girl before making sure the three blankets she had were pulled tightly around her as well. As he did this the blond remained eerily silent, his face hidden by his bangs as he did his best to be gentle when it came to caring for Jumper. Finally, the girl seemed settled so Karl took one last look at the girl and flashed a smile. "Hey Kiddo... don't move, alright? I'm afraid I've got to take care of things. I promise, I'm going to come right back. You're gonna be alright." With those words he ruffled her hair, then stood. "Well... I tried being nice, but apparently you're not a fan of the easy route," Karl spoke, his back to the girl at the door. Though his voice sounded chipper enough, there was an edge to it that spoke of something dangerous. He held out a stone hand and Arma landed in it, transforming into a thin black scythe instantly. "And you made Mighty Mite cry... I'm afraid I can't let that go. I'd say I'm regretful about this, but really... there's no sense in lying right now. I'm sick of this game, but if I absolutely must play along..." The statue suddenly turned and charged for Aisha, the scythe in his hands a black blur as he aimed for her head. "I admit it, I'm going to enjoy tearing you apart!" He snarled, his eyes positively livid. |
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| Kirokokori | Jan 9 2010, 06:57 PM Post #18 |
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Aisha flinched and looked away as the black blade swung towards her. Jumper's crying had hit her like a blow to the stomach, and as Karl ran towards her, the blonde had the feeling that she deserved whatever he would do to her. She closed her eyes and waited for the real blow, but nothing happened. She unclenched her eyelids and looked up, to see a shimmering wall of colors between herself and Karl's scythe. "Really now, I can't have you damaging her." The Maestro had manifested himself next to Karl, and was patting the side of the statue's scythe. Or, he at least appeared to be. His image flickered a little and Aisha could vaguely see the opposite wall of the cabin through him. "Now, where was I? Oh, right!" He smiled at Aisha and made a sweeping motion with his arm. Her arm followed suit, and the shield pushed forward and knocked Karl away from her. The Maestro skipped lightly backwards and next to Aisha, putting a hand on her shoulder. She didn't feel it though. "You look upset, dear! He exclaimed, an exaggerated look of worry plastered on his face. "Here, let's finish this quickly so we can leave," Aisha opened her mouth to protest but it clamped itself shut. The Maestro laughed lightly and flicked his wrist in Karl's direction. Aisha once again forcibly mirrored his action and the spirits once again launched towards Karl. |
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| Digitaldreamer | Jan 10 2010, 12:20 PM Post #19 |
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Going slightly mad, but only on Tuesdays.
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Karl blinked in surprise as his attack was stopped, then looked to the ghostly image of The Maestro. A grin came to his face even as he was pushed back and forced to move his weapon away. "Ah, we meet again, generically-named voice in the girl's head! I'd say it's nice to see you again but I'd be lying," He chirped as he hopped back, stone boots skidding across the cabin floor. It was fortunate that he hopped back, as at that moment the brightly colored spirits surged toward him in a blur of glowing light. Gray eyes went to Aisha's wide ones and the blond tsked as Arma transformed into a sword to block the attack. "Honestly, is this really necessary? I know certain humans love a little girl on girl but I do believe I won our last encounter," As he spoke he ducked below the swirling colors, again charging for Aisha and slashing at her with his sword. He didn't fully expect to hit her, for the moment he was just testing her abilities to see if there were any weaknesses to this whole thing. |
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| Silverlineing | Jan 18 2010, 01:16 PM Post #20 |
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This was the worst. It was bad enough Jumper couldn't move her legs and arms but now it seemed the ability to talk was taken away too. What good was she now to Karl, to anyone? As her statue friend hushed her whimpers and told her it would be alright, Jumper opened her eyes to him, the only thing she could do to respond. The brunette continued to stair as Karl quietly set her down, dressing her in his own clothing before fixing the blankets the wrapped around her. Jumper could feel the warmth returning as he made the final adjustments. "It's going to be okay." she thought, still looking at Karl. Melody wanted so badly to tell him this too but the statue seemed to be avoiding eye contact. Finally, like he'd hear her thoughts, Karl looked at her again, that familiar smile in place. "Hey Kiddo... don't move, alright? I'm afraid I've got to take care of things. I promise, I'm going to come right back. You're gonna be alright." Jumper tried to say his name before he left but all she could manege was the 'K' sound. She tried her best to keep looking at her friends but with the comfort of the blankets restored, Jumpers eyes started to droop. With all that had happened, her body was forcing rest upon her again, making it hard to focus on what was happening around her. eventually, here eyes shut, the only thing left to show she was alive was her breathing. Still, even in this resting state, she fought to stay awake. Every now and again, her eyebrow or shoulder would twitch, trying it's best to stay in the waking world. It was only a mater of time before she woke up. |
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| Kirokokori | Jan 18 2010, 08:18 PM Post #21 |
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The Maestro (through Aisha) brought the spirits back and knocked back the sword. The Maestro leaned back a little, putting a hand to his chin in a mock gesture of thinking. "Yes, I do seem to recall something like that. I believe you cheated." The spirits looped around Aisha and then surged towards the statue once more, further splintering the damaged floor as they went. “My my, though. You certainly seem much more concerned than the last time we saw you.” |
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| Digitaldreamer | Jan 18 2010, 08:48 PM Post #22 |
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Going slightly mad, but only on Tuesdays.
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This time Karl didn't quite manage to block in time. He leaped to the side but the spirits still clipped his side, leaving a small hole. Hairline cracks spread out from the "wound" and the blond scowled as he skidded across the floor. The lack of energy was definitely not doing wonders for his ceramic body. "Tch, concerned?" He asked as he looked to Jumper. "I suppose I am... but are you really one to judge? You're the one occupying the body of a little girl, after all!" He let out a harsh laugh, then charged again. This time he changed tactics, suddenly transforming Arma like a spear and throwing her. This was a diversion, as the moment he tossed his weapon Karl dove and rolled to the side. The movement would hopefully send him behind Aisha so when he popped up he could get a good punch at her before the Maestro could bring up her defenses. "Besides, cheating? I'd hardly call what I did cheating, you knew that by saying you were the Devil in that mess you were asking to lose!" |
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| Kirokokori | Jan 22 2010, 04:19 PM Post #23 |
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"Hm, am I one to judge?" The Maestro paused thoughtfully, smiling at the sight of the cracks in Karl's frame. The statue was so frail, he mused, this would be over quickly. "Unlike you, I don't have much of a choice, it's sort of a family thing." He shrugged dismissively, before sending another wave of spirits as Karl rushed towards them. "Besides, cheating? I'd hardly call what I did cheating, you knew that by saying you were the Devil in that mess you were asking to lose!" The Maestro scoffed. "You know, the 'good guys' don't always win-" He turned around, eyes widening as he saw Karl standing right behind Aisha. The girl was trembling, aware of the statue's presence and unable to move of her own accord to get out of his way. And suddenly the blonde was on the ground, clutching at her side and gasping in pain. The Maestro stared down for a moment, before returning his gaze to Karl. The faint music that accompanied the demon's presence lost its air of cheerfulness. "As I was saying," He said, an uncharacteristic edge in his voice, “Did you know that little story has a sequel?” Aisha groaned in pain, her legs working on their own to stand her up, despite the pain in her waist. The spirits gathered around her and the vague music became less of a tune and more of an angry buzz. “Lovely song, wonderful violin, but that’s not the point.” He continued, the spirits moving forward and circling the statue. “The point is that the Devil wins.” |
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| Digitaldreamer | Jan 22 2010, 09:02 PM Post #24 |
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Going slightly mad, but only on Tuesdays.
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Karl smirked as he watched Aisha go flying, holding out his wrist so Arma could return to him. For all of the attachments he'd made with a few of them, the image of a human in pain still amused him to no end. It really was a shame she wasn't bleeding, it would have made the whole mess considerably more fun. Of course, then, in spite of her obvious pain, the girl stood. And to make things worse, her spirits were moving, churning around her in a swarm of angry color. His smile fell at that point. And then the spirits were coming toward him, swirling around him like the violent waves of a storm or the closing funnel of a tornado. The blond's eyes widened and he took a step back as one of the spirits got a bit too close for comfort. The vibrant color nicked his arm, sending several chips or resin flying before Karl could get away. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be anywhere to run, seeing how he was surrounded. "Well, this is just fantastic," The statue muttered as he glanced around at his closing multicolored prison, gray eyes flashing past the semi-transparent colors to his opponents and the rest of the room. He couldn't afford to stay there or he'd surely be torn apart, but what else was there? And then it came to him. In a blur of black Arma transformed into a large mallet, the heavy weight of the thing pulling his arm down. "You'll have to forgive me for this, I really can't be blamed for it," Karl drawled, the grin flashing into place again as he spun the weapon in his hand several times, gaining momentum. Then came the throw, the black mallet sailing through the air in an arc. "Stop! Hammer time!" Karl crowed. |
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| Kirokokori | Jan 30 2010, 12:42 AM Post #25 |
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Aisha groaned through closed lips. Her side felt like it was on fire, but her legs stood resolutely on the ruined cabin floor. If it weren't for The Maestro's control, she would have stayed curled up on that floor, the pain was worse than anything she had felt in a long time. Her eyes were stinging with tears from it, but that didn't really matter. Her bangs were hanging in her eyes so she could barely see anyway. Vision didn't really matter much when she was not the one controlling her own movements. Directly in front of her, the spirits circled viciously around Karl, closing in with every passing second. In another moment, the statue would be ripped apart the same way the cabin had been. The Maestro certainly seemed to be happy about the fact. He'd regained some of his usual pleasantness, at least. Suddenly, a blur of black shot up through the top of the vortex. The Maestro just chuckled and brought a few of the spirits away from the whirlwind of color, having them surround Aisha in a protective shield. "Honestly, do you think I'd let you injure her twice?" He called, smiling smugly. The smile faded, however, when he saw that the hammer wasn't heading towards Aisha. It was heading towards the roof. |
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| Digitaldreamer | Jan 30 2010, 10:01 AM Post #26 |
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Going slightly mad, but only on Tuesdays.
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Karl smirked at the Maestro's words even as the spirits swirled dangerously close to him. "I wasn't aiming for you," He said as he heard the mallet thud resolutely against one of the support beams. A loud 'crunch!' rang through the air, followed by several smaller cracking noises as the already flimsy roof began to give way. "And by the way, that song of yours? The ending of it is ambiguous, there's no way to prove the Devil one. Most people agree Johnny won again, so ha!" With those words the section of the roof that had been hit collapsed, heavy pieces of wood raining down on both of them. Karl threw up his arms to protect his head, but there was little more that he could do as the rubble fell. Finally everything quieted and the statue shrugged pieces of roof off of himself. "Well, that went fantastically. Wouldn't you agree, Arma?" He drawled as the crow peeked out from the mess and fluttered over to him. The crow just blinked at him for a moment, then flew toward the edge of the cabin. It was then that Karl remembered the whole reason behind the fight and his glee over his plan working turned into worry. He really hoped he hadn't just destroyed what he was supposed to be protecting. "Mighty Mite? Mighty Mite, are you alright?" The statue called out. After a moment he rushed through the mess to where he'd left Jumper, leaping over bits of debris as he did so. All thoughts of the fight had rushed from his mind, replaced with the singular thought that he had to find his charge. "Jumper? Jumper!?" There was fear in his tone now, his panic obvious as he looked this way and that for the girl. |
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| Silverlineing | Feb 1 2010, 05:08 PM Post #27 |
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Despite the surrounding clutter mostly consisting of splinted wood, Jumper lay still in her corner of the cabin, the only part that survived the roof collapsing. She looked peaceful, unaware of her surroundings and status. She would have appeared untouched if not for the line of blood running from her hair line down her cheek. Jumper squinted at the new pain, making small noises as she came too. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the new, white scenery as the wind blew around her. Just as her vision faded in, so did her hearing. The brunette lifted her head to the familiar voice as it called her name, accompanied by a yellowish smudge moving in. "Karl." she crocked, a small smile working it's way onto her face. "That's right. I was with Karl before I passed out. Him and..." Jumpers eyes suddenly widened at the realization, little beads of sweat flinging forward as her head swiveled. "Aisha!" She shouted at the disaster area. "Karl ... help Aisha! I think ... I think she's- ah!" Jumper flinched, tucking her chin into her cocoon. There was nothing to protect her from the weather but the blankets now it was quickly becoming noticeable. Her head felt like it was splitting it two and that bump on the head wasn't helping. "Aisha ... H-help ... Aisha..." |
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| Digitaldreamer | Feb 2 2010, 10:13 AM Post #28 |
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Going slightly mad, but only on Tuesdays.
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As soon as his gaze fell upon the relatively unharmed Jumper, Karl let out a sigh of relief as he gazed up at the sky. "Thank you Max, I believe now! ..Ish," He muttered as he leaped over the final pile of debris and dropped to his knees next to the girl. The blond winced as he caught sight of the blood. Unfortunately, he wasn't exactly a doctor. He caused this sort of thing, he didn't normally fix it. "Okay kiddo, I'm here, you're gonna be fine, it's alright," The statue muttered, doing his best to sound reassuring as he glanced over Jumper's head. He couldn't really see the bump and she didn't appear to be bleeding too badly, she would probably be alright... then again, he really knew nothing about this sort of thing. After another moment something clicked and Karl shifted so he could grab the end of his coat. There was a loud ripping noise as he tore a small strip of cloth off of the already frayed corner, then began to carefully wrap the strip around Jumper's head and over the wound. It wasn't much, but at least he was trying. He'd seen humans do this before, so he was pretty sure it was the thing to do, right? As he worked on trying to cover up the small cut and hopefully stem the bleeding, he caught Jumper's panicked rambling. The mentioning of Aisha's name reminded the statue of the rest of their predicament, brought his mind back to the fight. Karl glanced quickly over to the pile of rubble, feeling something twist. How was he supposed to explain this? The blond shook his head again as he turned back to Jumper. "She's fine, Kiddo. She's going to be just fine," He said as he tied the strip of bright orange cloth, watching as crimson immediately soaked into it. "She... she's got a protector too, he'll make sure she's not... she's fine, I promise. You have to try not to worry about it right now, okay?" This was of course, a complete lie. Karl had no idea if Aisha was fine or not. He trusted that The Maestro would probably keep his puppet from dying, but that was about it. This didn't really matter to him, but if it mattered to Jumper... well, hopefully he could cover it up until he had time to properly explain. |
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| Kirokokori | Feb 9 2010, 06:22 AM Post #29 |
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Aisha coughed, her mouth full of dust and gritty snow after the collapse of the roof. She couldn't tell where she was, or what had happened. She just knew that just about everything hurt, and that she still couldn't move. Vaguely, she registered the voices of Karl and Jumper nearby. Suddenly, their voices became a lot clearer as the heavy rubble was thrown to the side. Aisha groaned as she felt herself standing up again. The falling wood had sliced one of her legs, and it hurt to stand on. Not that the Maestro particularly cared or anything. The demon himself was ‘standing’ on a pile of rubble nearby, surveying Aisha critically. “Well, no permanent damage done.” He said cheerfully. “I was beginning to lament how stupidly fragile you people are.” His smile fell as he turned his attention from his host to the two huddled in (what was left) of the corner of the cabin. Immediately, the spirits (which had disappeared when the roof collapsed) reappeared, buzzing angrily. “Did I hear something about not worrying?” The Maestro called brightly. “Oh, definitely no reason for that. What with the freezing temperatures, ripped up building…me.” |
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| Digitaldreamer | Feb 12 2010, 10:34 AM Post #30 |
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At the sound of movement behind him, Karl let out a groan. "Are you kidding me?" He muttered as he glanced back at Aisha. The girl was shaking and bleeding, clearly in pain. In spite of this, however, she was indeed standing and The Maestro looked cheery as ever. "Alright, fine," The statue said as he got to his feet, wincing as his legs shook. He was running out of energy, he'd need to finish this quickly. He held out a hand, paying little attention as Arma flew to it and transformed into a sword. "I thought maybe we could just go the easy route, but apparently you're not a fan of that. But hey, it's all good. I really do prefer hard ball anyway." A horrible grin spread across Karl's voice as his voice dipped into a growl. "What do you say we find out how well your little toy survives after losing a few limbs, hm?" |
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