Post by Terra on Aug 7, 2008 4:39:13 GMT -5
Cuki watches his play thing bowl over so many. Laughter is held back at the rather amusing scene as four of the five remaining rodents lie face down. The two not knocked out wiggle their little bodies and squeek under the weight of death. Casually he walks over to the pile of metal and fur. With one bear foot the Monk stomps out the squeaking. "Enough of that now," He says before turning his gaze to the other. "Stay there and pretend to be dead." Rats, being cowardly animals, known when to give up. Only a moment is taken to wipe the red and grey from his foot before entering the shop. Upon his entrance the little shop keep seems to become very upset.
Shishi || At the female shopkeeper's side there is a pointed wizards hat that suddenly begins to wobble and move on its own... From behind the counter walks an extraordinarily short, white fermin male wearing the wizard's hat. Too short to see over the counter, he had walked around to catch a glimpse of his potential customers... it's doubtful that he's ever had a group of guests from the surface this large in his store before and he is cautious in his greeting, "W-welcome..." it's doubtful any of them, are interested in him at all though... It is at this point that Cuki enters and the shop's mystical light dims heavily, darkening the store and sending the two White Fermin into a squeaking panic before their nocturnal red eyes can adjust, "W-what's this!? What have you done!?" The voice sounds female, but it is actually the small male doing the shouting. The ratwoman behind the counter is more silently displeased with the anti-mage's entrance, a growing scowl on her long, furred face.
Shishi was pleased... The shadows here are paranoid, unsure of their longevity, their existences could cease at any moment at the whim of the unnatural, bending light that inhabits this magical shop. They are too concerned with their own survival to find time to pry into Shishi's head and pick at his sanity. But then Cuki enters and the vampire is left in the worst possible situation, the room has been filled with new born, anxious shadows that quickly crowd the assassin's mind, but he is left without any means to control those dark entities what with the anti-mage in his presence... Everyone in the room is most likely given a hungry glance from Shishi now, Terra, being closest to him, should receive the longest stare...
Terra was in need of some sort of perfume that would conceal the scent of her own blood, make it less appealing. Also on that shopping list was ear-plugs, for the shrieks that came from the fermin’s mouth caused her to twitch in displeasure, a glare reserved for the vermin. At long last, her gaze would turn to Cuki. There were signs of life on his face, red-coated signs of life, at that. And the scent they emitted was that of bliss, a copper-salty tasting mix of pleasure. Against her will, those fangs would peek from behind permanently pouting lips, giving the slightest of clues to her current mood. In hopes of resisting this morel –ahem, her friend—she’d move nearer to Shishi, finding the crook of his arm to keep her balanced and properly anchored. Little did she know the danger her friend was in. On this path of silent obliviousness, she’d strike up a conversation with the monk, looking for any distraction. “Thanks for the save, back there.” The still-leaking wounds on both foot and mouth caused her to wince, the painful expression given to Shishi in hopes he’d find something reassuring to say.
Cuki blinks at the complete darkness in the room. His eyes even lacking the ability to see the lowest of the supernatural light. The high pitched yelling causes him to cover his ears. Far too much sensory information at once. "Damn vermin. At least you could have some light." Muffled by his hands Cuki misses Terra's compliment. Blind as a bat he walks into the room attempting to find his friends, sure to run into something eventually.
Shishi is struggling to keep himself calm as naive young shadows fill his head with various complaints; 'Why can't we move, Blue?', 'We can't protect you like this.', 'What's going on!?', 'Don't try anything stupid!'... Perhaps a bit of compassion from the darkness? They might be a bit concerned about their hosts survival after all... Shishi finds their dark whining as little more than an annoyance, though their inability to be moved is a little concerning. He is able to calmly thank Cuki after Terra, "Yes, it's lucky that you found us down here..." The vampiress is given another glance as he unconsciously pokes at his top right fang with his tongue, "Err... perhaps we should rest here a bit, I think we have bought ourselves a bit of time..." His eyelids close over glowing red irises and he dips his head down to whisper into Terra's ear, "Get something to drink, maybe?" He realizes he may need a bit of help without the use of his shadowy allies...
Terra was a nocturnal creature, and was capable of seeing the stumbling Cuki. Ambushing him would be easy. From there, it’d be simple enough to pin him and feast from the flesh of his neck, or any other main artery. While she may be a vampire, she was not a beast, and the compassionate being so named Miss Mercy would regain control of her senses long enough to snap out of the lusting fantasy of Cuki’s blood. She’d not harm a friend. No movement was made… until Shishi leaned in, his voice a soft whisper that caused her body to tense. What could he have meant by that? Likely, he was in the same position as herself. Fearing for the safety of Cuki, for vampires were temperamental beasts in their own right, she’d lean on her one good foot to come near Shishi’s face, whispering the words against his cheek in a quick breath. “We can’t hurt Cuki. He saved us.” That was perhaps, the hardest words she’d ever said. Falling back down to better balance, she’d resume the hold she had on Shishi’s arm, finding comfort in that contact even as the beady-eyed glare of the shopkeep settled on the pair.
Cuki shakes his head as he lowers his hands. The rats seemed to stop. Perhaps not the best sign or even one of plotting, but it relieved one problem at least. Enough so that he can carry on a conversation at least, "Aye. Dumb luck is my friend." The blue of his eyes is little more than a feeble squint to see his friends. However the Monk had to end up relying on following their voices instead. The whispers go unheard as he speaks, "So where are we anyways?" If he means this in general or the room in specific seems dubious at best.
Shishi puffs out his cheeks at Terra, he won't deny that Cuki was on his menu, "Aye... you're right." The assassin reopens crimson eyes to a pair of shadowy shouts in his head: 'Oh don't listen to her!', 'You gotta bite somebody, Blue!'. Most of the left sleeve of his dark shirt is already soaked through with blood, the recent wound from one of the rat soldiers' spears had started to bleed more heavily once Cuki had made his entrance, perhaps some shadows were secretly being employed to apply pressure to the wound... The Monk approaches in the dark, forbidden fruit, if you will... How long can the vampire maintain control... or consciousness for that matter?
Shishi || While these three converse, preparations are being made for their recapture... Relatively far off, in a quieter, less squeaking and bustling part of the underground city sleeps a white rat with a familiar scar. It might seem strange that any sleeping is done by the inhabitants of this ever-scurrying, ever-dark, overcrowded, subterranean metropolis, but sleep they do and they are as cranky as any surface dweller when their slumber is interrupted... His age and rank have guaranteed that his bed is soft and comfortable and his home is large compared to the cramped multi-pack houses of the brown furred commoners. A knock at his door, then a bang, then a constant scratching that is common with rats and mice, these are accompanied by urgent, squeaking shouts, "Sir! Come quickly!" The white squadron leader awakens to these sounds, snapping his teeth wildly at the air that surrounds him, glancing around in a short lived panic. "Sir!" the shout comes from the darkness in the direction of his door. His red eye blinks his dark world into focus while his blind eye merely blinks for show. He scurries on all fours towards his personal entrance to his beloved city, his hands more willing than his old, aching legs to carry his body forward. Naked, as most of the Fermin tend to be, he stands to open the door... On the other side the still scratching soldier is greeted with the leers of a red eye and a withered scar, "What is it!? What is it that cannot wait!? That is to say; why have you woken me up!?" His squeaking shouts never seem to change, a combination of anger and ever present, instinctual fear. The young soldier hops backwards in shock at the scarred stare with a reflexive squeak, "It's the two intruders you captured while coming back from your patrol, Sir, they've escaped." If his beady little eyes could widen they would have, "Impossible..." his habit of wildly snapping his maw at the air makes a quick appearance, "Are my men ready? That is to say; Are they prepared to move now?" The gray furred soldier flinches at his superior's sporadic snapping, "Not yet, Sir. We've only rounded up about half of your squad." The white fermin takes another bite at the air, though this time it may be a showing of hostility towards the messenger, "Very well, that is to say; that will have to do for now. Come assist me with my armor, that is to say; I have difficulties putting it on myself." With that, the two retreat from the darkness of the streets into the darkness of the White Officer's home.
Terra had enough trouble attempting to remain brave in the face of temptation. Not only was she fighting that battle, but another, one for consciousness. Those wounds she had earned weren’t getting any better, and corpse or no, she’d not be able to survive much longer on a coherent level without some sort of liquid substance. Every touch was cold. Every blink that much closer to the last. Relying on Shi to be her support, she’d glance upwards to his face, only to find those eyes were still of a crimson hue. Worried gnawed at her, just as she began to give the same treatment to her bottom lip. “Don’t eat… him.” Every word was a struggle. At long last! The pain eased, and the lights became that much brighter. Unfortunately, that had meant that her body had simply collapsed, tumbling into Shishi. Should he not catch her, they both would fall. She had fallen unconscious – literally. Hopefully she wouldn’t become fermin fertilizer.
Shishi didn't need to do much work to catch the fainting vampiress as she had been hanging onto his arm. He pulls her into an embrace to keep the blood starved woman from slipping to the floor. The assassin stands there awkwardly, holding an unconscious Terra in his arms. Barely a glance was sent to the monk... they would need his help one way or another, if they weren't allowed to take his blood then they would need his assistance in their escape from the city of sewers. The surface, that is the singular thought that crosses Shishi's mind, if they could get to the surface then they would be fine... Though realistically, why would two severely bleeding vampires fair any better up there? His cut open shoulder is screaming with pain now, the shadows in his head were beginning to quiet down, having exhausted their complaints... Normally when the assassin was in such situations of mortal danger the shadows would take it upon themselves to tend to his wounds, quell his bleeding, and grant him extra strength, but with the anti-mage present they can provide no such aide and only serve to drain his strength quicker as maintaining the communion with the darkness requires some energy. Useless to him, they will leave him be for now, and when he moves to gently set Terra down into a seated position, to the squeaking protests of the Fermin shopkeepers, his eyes flicker back to their original Oceanic blue shade. Shishi shoots the white furred owners a sharp glare as a means to silence them, the leer serves it's purpose and they quiet down, neither they nor Shishi being much of a threat without the use of mystical powers at the moment. They all seem to prefer keeping the establishment peaceful for the time being...