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re_alignment_logs2012-07-08 10:46 pm
rotafortunae) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-07-08 10:46 pm
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Ace of Swords: OPEN TO ALL
WHO: Luxord, people who happen upon him
WHERE: The Junkyard
WHEN: First day of the monsters attacking
WHAT: KILLIN BEASTIES BEIN BADASS
WARNINGS: violence and verbosity?
When the warning goes out, he simply smiles.
"A challenge, is it?"
As for Trion's request, well, he never minded doing recon. Always an important part of keeping everything running smoothly.
Ever a pawn, eh? Never a knight, nor bishop.
He was at peace with this.
He stepped into shadow and out again into the strange not-light of the junkyard wasteland, shuffling his cards. There below were the seething masses of beasts. It amused him that so many of the others here instantly assumed that he was helpless, simply because of his size, or the species they assumed he belonged to. He did not answer any of their calls, or choose to work with them; when it came to war, he preferred to fight it solitaire.
He spread his cards, fanning them out, a set in each hand, and then dove into the fray, flinging them like throwing knives. As they flew through the air, they changed size, becoming nearly as large as he was and gaining a razor-sharp edge, neatly splintering a few of the weaker monsters into confetti. He spun, and with another card trapped one of the larger nasties in a Stop spell before turning his attention back to the mooks.
"Clear out the pawns, then take the Queen," he murmured.
WHERE: The Junkyard
WHEN: First day of the monsters attacking
WHAT: KILLIN BEASTIES BEIN BADASS
WARNINGS: violence and verbosity?
When the warning goes out, he simply smiles.
"A challenge, is it?"
As for Trion's request, well, he never minded doing recon. Always an important part of keeping everything running smoothly.
Ever a pawn, eh? Never a knight, nor bishop.
He was at peace with this.
He stepped into shadow and out again into the strange not-light of the junkyard wasteland, shuffling his cards. There below were the seething masses of beasts. It amused him that so many of the others here instantly assumed that he was helpless, simply because of his size, or the species they assumed he belonged to. He did not answer any of their calls, or choose to work with them; when it came to war, he preferred to fight it solitaire.
He spread his cards, fanning them out, a set in each hand, and then dove into the fray, flinging them like throwing knives. As they flew through the air, they changed size, becoming nearly as large as he was and gaining a razor-sharp edge, neatly splintering a few of the weaker monsters into confetti. He spun, and with another card trapped one of the larger nasties in a Stop spell before turning his attention back to the mooks.
"Clear out the pawns, then take the Queen," he murmured.
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"...no, but he's a really good doctor?" Maybe he should try calling for Korra, instead, if she wasn't busy...she was the closest thing to magic he knew of.
Assuming Ratchet couldn't help. There...had to be a way. Right?
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Ratchet drives in, smashing a beast or two with his alt mode before swerving in and flipping into his bipedal mode. Even in this form, he hunches over the two organics below him, protecting them as best as he can from the approaching monsters.
"Raf. If I switch back to my alt, will you be able to get him into my trunk?"
It's a very slim hope, a question asked just in case, but without much chance of a good answer. He knows that Raf isn't very strong, and that Luxord is the size of an adult male. Still... if he's perhaps strong enough to drag himself over, that might help.
Otherwise, things might have to get a bit... barbaric.
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That black stuff that his blood seems to be turning into has now started turning to some kind of smoke. Oddly, it smells faintly of ozone.