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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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"And you do this on a regular basis?" he wondered, out loud, noting the almost elegant sweep of the human's wrist motions. If these attacks were normal on his world, then it was no wonder he'd seemed confident at their first meeting.
That, or there was something else to it. "Are you biologically modified?"
He changed his targeting, letting Luxord take care of one group of monsters while he continue 'herding' another, using his shots to distract.
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"I did have to do this regularly though, yes," he said. "My world was fraught with shadows, and it was my place to fight them off."
No need to say why. No need to explain. Let the other assume he's a hero.