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Offline Yelena Jun 8 2020, 3:46 AM
#1
  • Giruvaga
  • Age: 76
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Eximius
  • Rank: Nod
  • Total Posts: 2
  • Played by: Isilzheha
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Getting drunk prior to a job was definitely not the brightest choice yet. The work itself came from any and all, bringing the hulking eximius far from Giruvaga if it needed to. Among her kin there really would be no need for protection or for her to shake down anyone for a few odd coins. That was reserved for the humans she used for her own gain since they were the ones who usually called for someone else to get their hands dirty on their behalf. Yelena didn't mind it even if she held no great trust for those who had attempted to put her beneath their heels decades ago. In fact, that dislike made doing what she did far easier. Unless she happened to consume too much of the liquor designed to actually push past the heightened metabolism she'd been granted.

It'd been quite a bit really, especially for one of her size. Yelena didn't think the worm would have poked its head out so soon, and her drinking pals were immediately tossed to the wayside the moment she recollected the fact she was to rough the brown-haired human up. "Ah! Why they always run?" she asked aloud, heavily accented tones further slurred by the tusks that had grown from her mouth. A large hand clapped the back of the barbarian nearest to her, Yelena shaking her head and spitting upon the ground as she watched the door swing open with the man's forceful shove. "Perhaps I will return, perhaps not. I get next tab," she said, the protests of her company drowning in the shouts of others as the eximius started to give chase. Yelena liked to keep her money whenever possible, so it was highly likely she would not get the next tab.

In spite of her size she moved quickly, arms swinging wide in her sprint down the barely lit streets of the small town she'd been pulled to. This small, ferret-like bearded man had eluded her once already, and Yelena wasn't inclined to let it happen again. Her inebriation spoke of other things, however, and it stole away some of the grace she normally had. She focused on his retreating back and the glimpses of his face as he turned to look over his shoulder in fear. His eyes widened and Yelena laughed, the noise abrupt in the relative quiet of the early night. Even being drunk the eximius managed to at least keep up, even when the human ducked and tried to weave into the alleyways. He even shoved things behind him, whatever he could lay his hands on. Baskets or loose boards, he even tried to take a potted plant and toss it at her. His arms were weak and scrawny though, so he only succeeded in slowing himself down.

He rounded the corner just shy of clipping a stack of crates, Yelena unfortunate enough to crash right into it with a misjudgment of the distance. They exploded outwards in a clumsy display, mostly empty save for some grain and dried plants that were now scattered all over the ground. Yelena joined with them as she fell, tripping over one of the boxes when her foot stepped into it and crushed it. She laughed again, palms planted on the ground as she tried to get a knee beneath her. There was another at the side of the street, a tiny woman with short hair and eyes that glowed in the darkness. "Get him!" she blurted, gesturing wildly with a waving hand towards the human who was about to pass. Yelena was practically giggling now as she shook her foot free of the box and started to rise. "Grab him!"
Offline Asa Jun 11 2020, 12:15 PM
#2
  • Dorsum
  • Age: 27
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Knight
  • Total Posts: 19
  • Played by: Day
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Asa wasn’t in the habit of getting in the way of others’ barfights. A lot of mercenaries liked to throw their weight around in the ring to attract potential customers…fistfights and the like. She supposed if she was a brawler, she might be able to earn some coin. As it was — pit-fights weren’t her specialty. Of course, she couldn’t be sure if that was what was happening here, seeing as the fleeing man was in the street, not a tavern, but she was quite sure he’d come bursting out of there not too long ago. Asa hears a voice bellow out in pursuit. She lifts her head, and is momentarily shocked by the sheer size of the figure.

To Asa’s detriment, her first instinct was to skirt out of the way, which she began to. But, as the man approaches — dirty and angry and smelling of mead — he shouts, “Out of the way, ye snatch!” which makes her not only raise a hand to her chest in shock and offense, but makes her resolve steel. Before he can pass her, she takes the blunt end of her spear and sticks it under his feet.

The drunkard lands heavily on the cobblestone. The air escapes from his lungs. Luckily, it seems his hands had kept his head from knocking against the ground. He groans and rolls over. Asa whirled the pointy-end of her spear into place, pointing it underneath the man’s chin. “Not very nice of you was it,” she tells him. “That tongue o’yours is what drove you out of the place, I wonder.”

Whoever had yelled was catching up. She could sense some heavy footfalls behind her. Asa had no idea how much the stranger towered over her until she glanced behind her (quickly, so as not to let the man get away — or tried to), and was soon staring into a woman’s midsection. She blinks. Then looks up, into her face.

She was so… big.

Broad-shouldered, thick-skinned, with — tusks? — and a chest the size of an ox. Asa had never seen anyone like her. Realizing her mouth was agape, she hurries to correct it, trying to gather her thoughts enough to formulate some kind of response. A greeting at least. “H-hello,” she begins. “He, he…he’s…” She looks down at the drunkard, who’s now looking at them with a look of consternation. She can’t help but notice that he seems in awe of the eximius, too. “…yours?”
Offline Yelena Jun 14 2020, 4:29 PM
#3
  • Giruvaga
  • Age: 76
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Eximius
  • Rank: Nod
  • Total Posts: 2
  • Played by: Isilzheha
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The reflexes of eximius were sharp as they always were, even for those who had been born into it. Those ones were apparently weaker, though should they dabble in praxi like it’d been used generously on ones like Yelena they could easily join in the ranks of the first generation. Of course that came with its own issues, the biggest being the Madness seizing hold of their minds. Yelena didn’t have too many problems in that department, she’d found, though maybe it was offset by the other sort of sickness she faced day in and day out. The sort of sickness that had her chasing down a human in the middle of the night who had cost her some gold the last time he squirmed from her grasp. Slippery as an eel, he was. Yelena couldn’t blame it on his skill entirely this time, nor any sort of Madness disconnecting her from reality. The stronger alcohol was, though, and just the sheer irony that a personal decision such as that would stop her from getting the human again was hilarious to her. Even in the face of failure Yelena couldn’t help herself when she hit the dirt in a graceless heap or when she was busying herself with kicking off one of the crates to push herself up.

Even being as inebriated as she was she still heard the absolutely unacceptable comment the human gave the smaller exi. ‘Out of the way, ye snatch!’ he hissed, an arm waving in the direction of the woman who looked shocked by the language. Those reflexes kicked into gear when Yelena flattened her feet to the ground and started to cover the distance with long strides. She almost doubled over when the exi twisted around the spear she held to trip the human up. Yelena did still slap a large hand at her knee, barking out a laugh when she’d slowed to a leisure walk. Her broad chest heaved with a small breath, lips pulled into a grin that couldn’t be contained. She didn’t even notice the smaller exi’s staring once she’d turned to do a doubletake that had her craning her neck the second time. Instead Yelena clapped her on the back, hands finding her hips in an enthusiastic display of smug pride.

Good catch! Such a weasel, this one,” she complimented, genuine even if her accent felt heavier and her words slurred a bit. Her mouth was hanging open, and even in the low light of the torches that lit the street Yelena could tell she was trying to make sense of something. It was not uncommon for a reaction like that even among their own kind, so she didn’t take it personally. A hand rose with a curled finger to push the exi’s jaw up gently from under the chin. “With mouth so open, you will catch bugs,” she joked, chuckling a bit to herself. ‘He, he…he’s… yours?’ Yelena’s smile broadened at that, the exi concerned how it might split her face with how much she was humored by the entire situation. “No, no, krasavitsa,” she sighed, stepping around to the other side of the man with the spear tip pressed to his tender throat. “I would never claim someone like him.

Yelena nudged the spear away at that moment, her other hand slapping down on the human’s chest to curl a fist into the front of his shirt. With one arm she hoisted him up, his legs kicking up dirt in the flailing of his limbs. “This man has been problem for Oleastro family’s servants. Too handsy, too greedy, too…” her eyebrows crinkled, chin tilting up as she glared down her nose at the man with a wave of her hand, “everything.” Then she punched him. Perhaps a bit harder than it needed to send him stumbling comically to the side, feet kicking and one of his loosened boots flying off to sail through the air. Yelena winked to the other eximius on her way by, giving her a mimicking of a hat tilt. “You may join if you like. He needs to learn lesson and stop running. His mouth and his legs.” With that she stomped down on his knee, the human squealing like a pig with his shrill cry when the bone snapped.
Offline Asa Jun 29 2020, 8:22 PM
#4
  • Dorsum
  • Age: 27
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Knight
  • Total Posts: 19
  • Played by: Day
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Her finger lifts Asa’s chin. Her bottom teeth meeting the top click in only a faint nose she can hear. At first, her mind feels blank; she can think of nothing more to say. When Yelena’s touch leaves her she lifts a hand to rub her own cheek, and looks down to the cobblestone, as if embarrassed. There, she can still see the man’s form — he is starting to groan and turn over, trying to get his feet back under him.

Asa lets out a laugh though it seems wooden. “Oh, yes.” She knew the type. She’d go as far as to say that every woman did. “A bottom-feeding, slimy, li—”

She wasn’t expecting the loud snap of bone. It made her start; her shoulders clenched, and her gut tightened. Asa was no stranger to violence, of course, but that wasn’t to say that she reveled in it. She disliked the way the man screamed. It was a base and animal sound. And the mangled state of her legs…it almost made her own shin sore in sympathy. She lifts her hand to place her fingers nervously on her lower lip, and watches, worriedly. His face is twisted up, pink and red, and leaking tears and mucus; he writhes on the cobblestone, trying in vain to protect himself from more blows, but it is like fending off the horns of a rampaging bull, one that kept coming back for more. Not only was she eximius, she had to have been one of the strongest ones Asa had seen. And growing up in Giruvaga — well, she’d seen many.

“Have they paid you to beat him to death?” There is a measure of alarm in her voice. She was a knight of Dorsum after all, and no longer a mercenary. That said…being a knight was almost exactly like being a mercenary — do this or that, no questions asked — but with more security, and a clear chain of command. Upholding laws wasn’t really her duty. But it was, in a sense, a moral one. She was quite certain if this went on she’d be witness to the death of a man, a piece of scum though he was (allegedly), and rude to boot. “Perhaps you ought to leave it to the Oleastros.”

She peeks at the way his leg was all twisted. “Oy. Look at that. Folded like paper! He’ll not walk again,” she said. “Let him up marm, he’s learned his lesson. You’ll kick in his ribs. He’ll be coughing up bone!”

The man groaned, obviously not a fan of her descriptions.