lucetilogs | Being unconquerable lies with yourself; being conquerable lies with your enemy.

[Errrr, takes ten years of practice to learn how to handle a waver-- unless of course your name is Nami, in which case it apparently takes ten seconds-- but that is on the water.

...he could crash them into a building. Uh.

Well, wait--] Hold on, let me get us onto a wide stretch. [Has idea.] If you can manage to hold it steady for just a few seconds that might be all I need.

[End of the alleyway fast approaching.]

[He glances back again, hesitant but...] All right, let's go with that.

Okay. [Zooming out of the alleyway! Probably knocking something over by the sounds of things, but never mind that. |Db Nami turns left.]

Okay-- right handle has the accelerator-- left the brake, lean the way you want to go-- [So on this street just stay upright Ted] Whatever you do, don't stop!

[Wanna swap? She'll pull her hand away from the bars just before he grabs on.]

[He grabs on it as soon as she lets go, maneuvering around the best way he could on such a limited space.

However? He's not familiar with this, and really, it's a waver, one that takes ten years to learn.

... You may want to hold on tight, Nami.] W-whoa!!

Edited 2010-12-15 09:13 (UTC)

[SDFSDFALK okay not the best idea she's ever had-- latching a hand in Ted's shirt as she slides toward the back of the waver and nearly off when he fishtails it.] Okay! Just keep your hands on the bars and the accelerator floored! [She'll shift body weight to compensate, wrapping an arm around his waist as she finds balance. Makes for a wobbly ride, but better than falling, right?

But she can get her hands free this way, so Nami fishes out two sections of the climatact, leaving the last tucked in its holster. Just...don't ask what she's doing, Ted. Or why it suddenly seems kinda hot in the vicinity of your pants. >__> (...okay, that'd just be a whole bunch of heat being released by the climatact, but don't let it distract you. No, really.)]

[On the other hand, while she's doing that, this is where one of the Elites loses patience and decides Shifting the atmosphere is more his style. You may be cued to the oncoming barrage of fireballs by the suddenly shrieking and panicked navigator taking a death grip on every part of Ted she can |D BUT IT'S OKAY, DON'T GET DISTRACTE-- uh yeah, good luck with that >_>]

[... NAMI WHAT ARE YOU DOING his pants should not feel so hot in this kind of situation and--- Damn it, focusing. FOCUSING. Hands. Bar. Flooring accelerat--- This would have been a more pleasurable situation if they weren't about to get killed and omg where is she latching onto?!] N-Nami! Your hands!!

[... And there is a wall in front of them.

Ted yelps, trying to back up, turn the direction so they don't crash but apparently life loves to make fun of him and he ends up accelerating and bucking the waver up and brb wallriding now.

...

Wait a minute.] For the love of---!! [WHAT DO?!?!]

[Oh JFC on a pogo stick or the OP equivalent--] DON'T STOP! FLOOR IT! [Because now they're going up a wall and if you slow down we'll just peel off jet propulsion can only do so much oh god--

--mind you, that's not too shabby for his first few minutes of using a waver NO WAIT MORE IMPORTANT THINGS--

Yeah, Nami doesn't have much choice but to hang on as hard as she can to avoid falling, but this is fine, arms wrapping around his waist and chest now and her feet dangling in mid-air, fingers still clenched around two pieces of climatact. The fireballs collide with the ground and the wall below them, and she can deal with that because the updraft of that can only help them go higher-- not to mention give them cover, the wave of heat colliding with the cool balls from the climatact and causing haze deepening into mist.

Few more seconds bought! Also, it seems to be getting dark overhead. And Nami yells to be heard over the waver and the boom of fire and, you know, any panicking that might be going on.] When you hit the top, let go the accelerator and throw all your weight forward!

[FLOORING IT.

And Ted tries to keep his focus throughout this whole thing, especially now that he's gotten over the initial shock and his mind is registering just how dangerous this situation is. The thunderclouds were worrisome, and he wondered idly why they existed inside this kind of place, but now was not the time and he had to make sure to do this right or else--!] Hold on tight!!

[The moment the wall ends, Ted does as told, throwing them forward as hard as he could. The lack of actual control in the situation made it hard, and even if they landed on the solid surface of the roof, it barely compensated for the immediate problem with balance, and the waver skids harshly against the roof and it was taking all his control to keep both of them on their feet. There was a moment where he was almost afraid that they were going to fall over, but fate was kind for a moment and kept them intact.

... That was more effort than he expected.]

[Impressive, though. And now that we've stopped moving, we shall take a short breather on top of a building in an underwater city in which there is mist below and thunderclouds above, two things that distinctly probably should not be there.

But that's okay. Because (a) Nami knows why they're there, and (b) CAN'T THINK, COMING DOWN FROM ADRENALIN HIGH.]

...that was pretty good.

D'you think they gave up?

[... Oh man he can't do this often. This waver is a horrible thing to use ~~for now, he just can't control it well.~~] I try.

[He glances back nervously, as if expecting them to pop out of the clouds like daisies.] They... hopefully have? We can't be that interesting to chase down, right?

Heck no. They should go pick on someone their own--

[You mentioned popping up like daisies? One, two, threefourfive--

FFFFFFFFFFF--]

[FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

brb going to attempt escape by waver again]

[Wrapping both arms around his waist and hoping like hell he can keep balance. Luckily there's a whole bunch of adjoining roof, right? WE CAN OUTRUN THEM A LITTLE LONGER, TED.]

GO!

[Stepping on that gear and moving! He grips as hard as he can, body jerking at the sudden thrust of the waver forward, trying not to fall off. Damn, this sucks.]

[Could be worse. She'll just keep telling herself that, doing her best to maintain balance and shifting their weight to help keep them upright. At least there's enough thundercloud to work with now, but getting a little distance so they're not at ground zero first is a good call--]

[And they're out of patience, now.

She never sees the strike aimed at them from behind, but she certainly feels it-- a blade slicing down across her back, catching the edge of one wing and shearing through flesh and feathers alike.

Nami doesn't scream. The shock of the attack on her wing hits before she can even draw a breath-- and her grip on Ted goes boneless as she falls against him heavily. Sorry, Ted. You weren't trying to keep balance or anything, were you?]

Nami, wha---?! [He had been, sadly, but the way she slumped against him alarmed him immediately, and he looks back at her, forgetting for a moment to steer properly.] Nami!!

[Losing his grip for a moment to try catching her, keep her from flying away instead, he underestimates just how weak his control over the waver is. He yelps as it skids against the ground, throwing both of them forward haphazardly as they practically fly forward, down the side of the building. The waver goes first, and Ted barely pays attention to it as he attempts to grab the side of the building, intending to stop them from the descent. However, with one arm trying to keep Nami close, and the other just barely gripping what little part he could to prevent the fall, it was hardly an easy task.

... It doesn't even take him five seconds to fall.]

Edited 2010-12-20 07:01 (UTC)

[The crunch of the waver hitting the ground sixty feet below isn't very reassuring, splintering on impact; with a metallic ringing sound, Nami's two sections of climatact precede Ted to the ground by a matter of seconds, hitting with a clang and bouncing, skittering across the street in opposite directions.

Nami is ~~useless~~ limp in Ted's grip and doesn't react to either, but that does mean she's spared the panic of falling. This is going to hurt.]

[There was a moment of silence that gripped his consciousness as his fingers lost hold, and for a moment everything seemed to go in slow motion. In a way, he hasn't exactly been afraid of death, and wondered if this was going to be how he first dies in this place. Falling off a building while being chased by some crazy bastards who seriously need to pick on guys their own size.

Then he remembered he wasn't the only one here, and reality came crashing back to him. His hold has loosened on Nami, and she was in danger of falling before him. Instinctively, perhaps due to sanity having left him, he pulled her close, arm wrapped so tightly around her that it would normally be considered suffocating, while the other hand tried to reach for anything to grab on, bouncing off the wall like a ball at any attempt. There was a short moment where he was able to grab onto a ledge, but gravity is a bastard and it didn't last him more than a second before it pull him down, nearly dislocating his arm in the process to stopping the fall.

It was enough though. Going down directly was fatal, he knew, but this momentary delay was enough that perhaps when they land, he could at least assure that they were still breathing.

He didn't anticipate the telltale CRACK!! nor the agonizing pain that came along with it, however, and he let out a choked cry as he let go of Nami. Feathers. He forgot about the wings. Did it break?

He swallows down a sob, lying limp on the ground. Dying wouldn't really be bad right now, would it? Damn it.]

[Nami flops like a ragdoll, cushioned for the briefest of moments by Ted before she hits the ground herself, coming to a stop in a jumble of limbs a few feet away, the back of her shirt stained crimson and one wing half-stripped of feathers. The wing itself is intact, but she's not moving, though her fingers twitch briefly.

Some of those missing feathers are floating down to the street around them now. They're followed by the slow, deliberate landing of the Elites as they come down through the mist in a half circle on Ted's right, quiet as you please under the unnatural clouds. Well, it's not as if you're going anywhere now, is it?]

[For the love of...

Ted pushes himself of the ground, panting harshly from the effort. He hadn't realized just how valuable the wings were, never really injuring them to this extent before. The dizziness that overcame him made him want to throw up, but he forced himself to ignore it. Not the time. He glared at the Third Party, very aware that Nami was still unconscious.

The Soul Eater rune wasn't here anymore. He knew this. Though he dreaded it's powers more than anything, it was always there when he was in a fix like this. Not now though. Not anymore. He wasn't going to lose comrades to that rune here, that was what he decided before. To hell if he was going to abandon Nami because of fear. He may not lose her to the Soul Eater, but losing her to these guys wasn't an option he'd prefer either.

But his bow and quiver were missing. They must have landed a bit away too. He grit his teeth, pushing himself to his knees first, trying to keep focused. Did he have scrolls with him? He lightly touched his side with his free hand, ignoring the ache caused from the movement. The pouch was still there. He has them then.]

You guys really need to give up sometime. [He snarks, grinning at them despite the pain. Geez.] I'm your opponent here, got it?

[Now if only he could back up those words. Going to have to rely on spells until he gets a hold on a weapon then.]

[It's simple arithmetic where they're concerned. Ted is moving. Nami isn't. Ergo, the challenge here is not the navigator on the floor.

Not that they consider you much of a challenge, mind. But now, after such an irritating chase and when death for the quarry seems inevitable, they may as well take their annoyance out on the last man standing.

Five of them. Four armed with swords, one armed with a chakram still bloodied on one edge. That one stays back-- but the other four don't apparently believe in attacking one at a time, either.

Good luck?]

Edited 2010-12-20 12:50 (UTC)

[He doesn't even bother thinking twice when all four of them charge. That is just low, you bastards. Instead, he grabs the first scroll he could get and immediately summons a Fire Wall to get three of them. The fourth one was a little hard to block, especially given his was struggling with wing damage, an aching arm, and his legs still being wobbly from dizziness. But he only needed one of them to come close at least.

Once he gets close enough? Ted's going to put all his concentration on his legs to tackle him.] I'll be taking that, thank you. [He says as he grabs for the sword. He needed a weapon right now, after all, and he wasn't letting himself completely rely on a limited amount of scrolls until then.]

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[...I don't even. I can't top that.]

[Muhahahahahaha]

[Curse you ;_;] 1/2

[Just for that have some elites B|]

[THEY BETTER HAVE SUNFLOWER HEADSETS]

[MAYBE IF YOU PRETEND REAL HARD]

[PRETENDS FOREVER]

[SEE NOW I HAVE THE BENNY HILL THEME GOING IN MY HEAD.] 1/2

[We'll fix that 8|a]

[Oh dear!]

[In apology for leeching the comedy let us now be scenic]

[All good comedies come to a tragic end?]

[Indeed. Smashing success though! /badum-tish]

[Can the Third Party be considered birds now? Coz birds hate Ted.]

[They're either that or Clamp extras]

[DAMMIT CLAAAAAAAMMMPPP]