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Post by Gabriel Camus on Jul 31, 2009 15:29:11 GMT -8
The men closest to Gabriel moved forward again, as though given another bout of confidence by the sheriff's words. Gabriel allowed them to grab his arms and wrench them behind his back, moving to cuff them. He wasn't about to allow them to do that, though. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He said to the sheriff, a cruel grin on his face as he easily wrenched his arms free, directing his magic towards his hands as he turned to face the men. He reached out and placed his hands over their hearts, and a second later the men collapsed, dead, since he had sent his magic into their hearts and frozen them in place.
He turned back to face the sheriff and began moving forward at an easy pace, ignoring the man who'd originally been about to rob him, who seemed to be fighting for his life as well too. Another man rushed Gabe, running head first towards him. Gabriel ducked, and the man ran right into him. He grabbed the man's legs and thrust them upwards, so that the man tumbled over his shoulder and landed face first on the ground, rendering him unconscious. Gabe then straightened and moved towards the sheriff once again, cruel grin still in place.________________________________________ Words: 222 Mood: Good =) Notes: There. Maybe the sheriff should run, now xD And was Marty fighting or just running and happened to like...shove a man out of her way? xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 16:36:17 GMT -8
After having bowled the man over, Marian had wasted no time scrambling for the dense brush that respresented a mere nth of the forest. It was just moments that took her from nearly captured to free and scrambling up a tree, and it was barely after she'd vanished that she reappeared again, though this time she was hidden by the dense foliage that decorated the tree tops.
A man was on the ground, no, several were, Marian noted as the bloody-minded cretin downed yet more of the Sheriff's men. He was advancing, moving toward the man in charge with a sort of single-mindedness that Marty herself understood. "Have at 'im," she muttered under her breath.
The Sheriff himself seemed rather inclined to stay away from the fight, and he also seemed vaguely surprised to see that one man was beating the s*** out of so many. And it wasn't all that long before he did what any smart, law keeping (though perhaps not abiding) man would do when faced with such an adversary: he fled.
Coward, Martin thought, blissfully ignoring the fact that she, too, could have been termed a coward. Not that she overly cared: survival was more important, and besides, it was a man's place to worry about his bruised pride, not hers.
[word count] 213 [our mood] oogaley moogaley [due credits] "blowin' in the wind" by bob dylan [our notes] she was just high-tailing it out of there - and sorry, crappy filler post XD also, left a bit of a time ellipse for you to fill in whatever you want, between knocking the man down and when the Sheriff fled.
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Jul 31, 2009 18:39:48 GMT -8
Gabriel sighed, first as he saw the man that had tried to rob him run off, and then again when the sheriff himself ran off, with four men running after him. That left five men capable and willing to fight, since two were dead and one was unconscious. The man that his would be robbed knocked down was already back on his feet. Personally, Gabe didn't much like cowards. They annoyed him. Especially the fact that the sheriff ran off, since he was just leaving his men to be killed. Two men ran off after Marty while the remaining three men moved to circle him, all of them drawing swords.
Now he was in a bit of trouble. How was he supposed to get around the sword to reach and kill the men. God, this was annoying. Most boys at the age of seventeen were looking for jobs now and had never killed a man in his life- or were under the threat of being arrested. Nope, that was just Gabe, though the fact that he might still be arrested was his fault. He should have just kept his mouth shut, right?" Devil's child! We should kill him!" One of the men surrounding Gabe said angrily, giving him a hard poke in the back with the sword. Gabe cursed quietly and glared, trying to figure out how he was going to get out of this was. He could probably always duck and go for the mens' legs, but how was he going to do that without the other two attacking him? He was pretty much screwed, which he realized. He wondered whether he'd be put to death now if he was caught too, since he'd killed two men...that was considering the three men surrounding him didn't kill him.________________________________________ Words: 312 Mood: Good Notes: You can decide what the two guys going after Marty do xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 18:51:27 GMT -8
Well that was just peachy keen, Marty thought to herself. She'd been followed. The men that had come with the wolf weren't really all that savvy to begin with, and they were doubly not so in the forest. It was no big thing to just drop down and and bonk the pair on the head with a branch, thus rendering them unconcious. It also only took her all of a few seconds to root around in the dense undergrowth and scavange up a length of rope -- not Christina, thankfully.
Quick as a fish, hog-tie them together. Grab an arrow and notch it to her bow. Creep over to the road again. Marian then found herself party to a 'game,' as it undoubtably was to the soldiers. Poke the opponent and see how he (or she) reacts. It was one that Marty was intimately familiar with, and it was one that she very much detested.
The bow bent as she drew the string back, took aim, and then let the arrow go flying, springing from the bow with a whoosh and slicing through the air. It sunk into the fleshy part of one man's arm and then went clean through, traveling until it buried itself into a tree trunk. Heh, she thought. Not bad for a rookie.
[word count] 216 [our mood] =D [due credits] "blowin' in the wind" by bob dylan [our notes] *sing-song* I know what Marian's going to do after she and Gabe deal with the remaining soldiers!~
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Jul 31, 2009 19:11:53 GMT -8
Gabriel snarled as he was poked once again with a sword, turning on the man only to have to sword press lightly against his throat, keeping him a safe distance away. He would have loved to kill these men, but already his hands weren't hurting him anymore, and he knew that was a bad thing. He'd had his magic centered around them for too long, especially if they didn't hurt anymore. He'd have to settle for just knocking the men out or he'd get a very bad case of frostbite- worse than he already had. Glancing quickly down at his hands, he saw that they were very red, and slightly swollen. Yeah, definitely not good. He stopped using his magic, just glaring at the men.
Suddenly an arrow went through one of the mens' arms, making the man scream in pain and drop his sword. The sudden attack surprised all of them, but Gabe recovered from the shock faster than the two remaining men that were surrounding him. He launched himself at one of them, knocking the sword away and punching the man hard in the face, rendering him unconscious. The remaining uninjured man was charging towards where the arrow had come from, ready to stab the man that had tried to rob him. Or at least, Gabe figured it was that man that had saved him. He tried to get to his feet, to go help him, but the injured man had picked his sword up once again and held it at his throat, keeping him still and from going to help._________________________________________ Words: 245 about Mood: Tired Notes: Merci buckets, Marian xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 19:33:41 GMT -8
As Marty re-notched an arrow into her bow, she allowed herself a moment of gratification. It very much appeared that Marian's little distraction had proved the key to getting her mark out of his sticky situation. However, while it had caused one of the men to drop his blade and the others to stare at the bloody hole in shock, it had also revealed that she was there. Which was not good, considering that once he'd recovered from his shock, one of the soldiers had made for her.
He had a sword, and she didn't. Well, she did, but it was all the way back at camp. Couldn't do her very much good from over there, now, could it? But that was beside the point: she wasn't going to be able to kick his scraggly arse this time around if she insisted on close range combat. And she very much wanted to kick his sorry ass, because otherwise she would most likely become just another cadaver.
It was a morbid thought, and on the heels of that one came yet another: she would have to kill this man. She didn't want to, she really didn't like killing at all. But, she'd done so before, and would most likely do so again. It was kill or be killed, and Marian very much liked herself as she was.
In a descision that took all of a split second, Marian drew back her bow again and pointed the arrow directly at the advancing soldier's chest. He saw it happen, and made to move to the side, to duck, to somehow get out of the arrow's path, but it was too late. The arrow, once loosed, traveled swiftly, the head breaking though the skin and paving the road for the rest of the body to travel through and then carry onwards, only to be lost in the forest.
Instictively, Marian's practiced hand was reaching for yet another arrow before she had even had time to register the fact that the man before her had a big hole in his chest. The very sight sickened her, and the thought that it was she that had put it there made it all worse. Still, it was a fact of life. Right now, she'd deal with it. Later, she'd let herself break down a little.
"Oi!" she yelled as her eyes sought to re-focus and find the remaining...three men, was it?
[post count] 11 [word count] 399 [our mood] =DD [due credits] "blowin' in the wind" by bob dylan [our notes] dying, dying, dead~!
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Jul 31, 2009 19:51:44 GMT -8
Gabriel was shivering now as he wondered how he was going to take care of this last remaining conscious man. The man was already injured from his arm and was bleeding quite badly. He was also obviously in a lot of pain, but still he held the sword at Gabe's throat, and Gabe was not suicidal enough to move when his life was on the line. He ignored his shivering, though he knew that was also a very bad sign. It looked like he'd pushed himself to the limit of his ability, killing two men and also playing with the temperature around them. Those things took a toll on his body, and it seemed he would be paying that toll soon enough. Already he was feeling sick to his stomach, and that and the shivering were signs of mild hypothermia. Great. Mild hypothermia and mild frostbite on his hands. He really had to stop using his ability.
He watched as the man ran at the thief, and watched as the thief suddenly loosed and the arrow went through the man's chest, blood squirting from the wound. Had this been Gabe's first time seeing death, he probably would have been sick. As it was, however, he'd seen death many times, whether because he had been the killer or just a witness didn't matter. Instead he frowned as the thief called out, distracting the man with the sword at his throat. "You people aren't very smart." He muttered quietly, meaning the sheriff and his men. As soon as the attention was off oh him Gabe backed up slightly, so that his throat was no longer in line and tackled the man, hearing a satisfactory thud as the man's head hit the ground, rendering him unconscious.
Gabriel sat up, ignoring his shivering and watched the thief, his eyes narrowed slightly. "...Thanks..." He said after a few moments of silence. Whether he liked it or not, this man had saved his life. Or at least, saved him from being arrested._________________________________________ Words: 353 Mood: Good, though a little tired Notes: =) xD Poor Marty, still not good at killing xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 20:07:38 GMT -8
"No problem at all, " Marty said, and despite still horrified with having killed yet anothe human, she smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Now, where were we...?"
She eyed the man that she'd sorta kinda fought alongside with, and then she perked up. "Ah, yes, on the count of three!." Ah, yes, she was back to this charade, acting the friendly thief and feigning forgetfulness. She hadn't really forgotten, of course, but it was still fun to pretend.
"One....two..."she began, "thr-..."
For a while she stared at him thoughtfully, and then Marian made yet another quick descision. "You know what? You really don't look like you have much of worth on your person. Just run along, and I won't tell."
[post count] 12 [word count] 119 [our mood] conceited [due credits] "blowin' in the wind" by bob dylan [our notes] she was of the nobility - whatddya expect XD; and wheeeeee
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Jul 31, 2009 20:26:37 GMT -8
Gabriel's eyes hardened as the man began to count down again. He'd been beginning to like the man...or at least, not hate him, which was saying a lot. But after all that the man still planned on robbing him!? He didn't even had anything on him. He decided not to say this, instead just clenched his fists (or tried to, as he was unable to close his hand into a fist) and glared at the man. However, luck seemed to be with him, as the man suddenly decided that he probably didn't have anything valuable and told him to leave. Fine with him. Gabe wanted to go home and curl up with about ten blankets on him and wait for the frostbite and hypothermia to go away.
He got to his feet, ignoring the shaking. He didn't say anything else to the man, just turned and began walking away, a little annoyed. He felt sick to his stomach and tired, but he knew both those were just symptoms of his hypothermia, along with the shaking. However, he hadn't walked more than ten steps when he stumbled, his legs buckling, and dropped to his knees on the ground, still shaking, as though he were cold. Which he was, though that was his own fault for having used his ability for so long.________________________________________ Words: 231 Mood: Tired but happy Notes: Gabe's a little annoyed now xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 31, 2009 20:37:11 GMT -8
Marian's first thought was that, when the man fell down, he was having an 'attack' of some sort. She'd heard of such things, that they caused the sufferrer to fall to the ground and seize up. She tooka few steps closer, genuinely curious to see what an "attack" looked like. Well, that, and she was a little concerned. People normally didn't just up and fall down.
However, upon a closer inspection, Marty ruled that the man was not having an 'attack.' They were supposed to make a person froth at the mouth and shake uncontrollably, and she wasn't seeing that. Well, he was shaking, but it looked more like a small shake than an uncontrolled shake. Something like shivering, really.
"Master traveller?" she called out in question, though she rather thought he wouldn't answer. He was rather peaky, his skin pale and clamy, with a sort of waxxy sheen to it. He was, she decided, pretty bad off.
[post count] 13 [word count] 156 [our mood] tired [due credits] "blowin' in the wind" by bob dylan [our notes] going to bed after this post ^_^
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Jul 31, 2009 20:45:56 GMT -8
Gabriel shook his head and pushed himself slowly back to his feet, completely ignoring the man. Maybe he was a little worse off than he'd thought. He wondered whether he'd have enough energy to get all the way home. He completely regretted having come all the way here now. Today had been a very bad day for him, it seemed. He just stood there for a moment, barely even glancing at the man as he muttered, "Shut up," to him.
He pulled his hands out of his pockets once more, annoyed at how red they were. He immediately stuffed them back in his pockets, trying to warm them up once more. "What's your name?" He asked the man, though he wasn't even sure why he wanted to know. It's not like he really cared. Maybe he was just a little annoyed of thinking of him as 'the man' or 'the thief'._________________________________________ Words: 163 Mood: Tirreedddd Notes: I might go to bed soon too xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 1, 2009 10:17:11 GMT -8
"What's it to you?" Marian asked, though the inquiry didn't have much force behind it. She was still looking him over, and was actually debating whether or not she should take the time to get him to a healer. On one hand, she wanted to help, but on the other, she didn't want to potentially catch whatever it was that he had.
However, Marty, who had seen and dealt with sickness from time to time, thought that this "illness" wasn't really an illness. A weakness, more like. Still, one never knew..."Oh feck it!" she muttered vehemently, talking more to herself than to the man before her, her words crisp and clipped. As she reached down to feel his forehead she grimaced and said, "You can call me Marty, not that it matters. Cold, much?"
He was cold. She'd been right before: the man hadn't been seizing, he'd been shivering. That wasn't too strange an occurance. It was the very beginnings of spring, after all, and the forest was shaded. It could get very cold very easily, and the weather seldom stayed consistant.
"You got a name, or should I just call you Bob?"
[post count] 14 [word count] 191 [our mood] aggravated [due credits] "blowin' in the wind" by bob dylan [our notes] *waits*
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Aug 1, 2009 10:43:14 GMT -8
Truth be told, Gabriel was too cold to continue acting rude and mean. He was too busy trying to warm himself up to try and think of a rude reply to what the man said. Gabe didn't even bother pulling away as the man reached out to put his hand on his forehead, though he did flinch ever so slightly. He didn't much like people touching him. Still, this man didn't seem like he was going to try hurt him in any way, not any more, at least. Gabriel's teeth chattered slightly and he was only barely resisting the urge to wrap his arms around his chest in an attempt to warm himself.
"Maybe just a little." He muttered as the man named Marty asked if he was cold. Obviously he was, but he didn't much feel like taking the time to think of something mean and intelligent bashing to say. Besides, if this man was about to help him then he didn't much feel like angering him and making Marty think twice about helping him. It did get on Gabe's nerves to have to rely on this stranger for help, but still. It was either that or risk getting even more sick.
"I hate the name Bob. Call me Gabriel." He muttered._________________________________________ Words: 227 Mood: Hooottt! D= Notes: So, when is Gabe going to find out that she is a girl and how? xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 1, 2009 14:34:10 GMT -8
There it was. A name. No longer was the man nameless, he was identified.
"Well, then, Gabriel. Do you want to see a healer, or would you prefer to stay here?" she asked briskly as she slid her cloak off and draped it over his body, though it came a few inches short of covering the man's entire body, a testament to the difference in their height.. It would have to do.
"I'd actually advise against the latter. You've insulted the Wolf of Nottingham -- worth a night in the dungeon -- and you've attacked men of the law, killed them, even -- worth a hanging -- and you've also used magic of some sort. Worth a burning at the stake, to say the least." Since she herself was already wanted, she didn't really spare much thought about her circumstances: if she had her way, she'd be long gone before the Sheriff and his minions came about again.
She stared down at the man for a moment, speculative. And then she glanced about, as if scanning her surroundings. She was, in fact, looking for the horses that had belonged to the men that were currently dead, tied up, or knocked out. "I suppose you can ride a horse, can't you?"
That was her plan. Get him up on a horse, and get him on his way to Huntington Castle. Wait, scratch that, better to take him to Raven's Keep. It was closer, and he was less likely to be turned into the law. Raven's Keep harboured wolf's heads from time to time, and Gabriel technically wasn't a wanted man. Not yet.
Blast it, she was going to have to take him herself. He most likely wouldn't know which way was which, and she doubted that he'd even know where to look for Raven's Keep. She was going to have to let the others know where she...Actually, screw that. Will frequently sashayed off to God knew where, and for weeks upon weeks at a time, without so much as a by-your-leave or a word of warning. She was just going to be gone for a few hours at most. What was the harm?
[post count] 15 [word count] 357 [our mood] still de-stressing [due credits] "blowin' in the wind" by bob dylan [our notes] ha ha!
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Aug 1, 2009 18:55:42 GMT -8
What did Gabriel want to do? Anything that made his hands stop hurting and warmed him up. He'd be sure not to use his ability for so long next time. And why had he even bothered lowering the temperature so much and for so long? He'd just been trying to freak out the sheriff and his men, but it hadn't really worked, and now he was the one suffering for it. He wished he could control fire instead of ice at the moment. That would have been so much better, especially right now.
"Healer it is, then. And I'm not worried about the sheriff or his men." He grumbled unhappily. He hated relying on a stranger for help. Still, though his tone wasn't exactly friendly, Gabe was doing his best now to start insulting the man. For him, he was actually being rather friendly. More so than he was to most people, at least. He doubted Marty realized that, but still.
"Uhh....no. I've never been good with horses." He said quietly, still resisting the urge to wrap his arms around himself, and trying to make his chattering teeth less noticeable. Still, he appreciated that Marty was trying to help him now._________________________________________ Words: 215 Mood: Good Notes: None [/size]
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