Arch was literally dancing in circles around these guys. And having a very
amusing time doing it.
At least other than the time when she saw that one of them were actually dead. For a moment, them, if felt like she was sucked somewhere- her mind totally blacked out. No memories, but she was somewhere else. In the present, but not where she was. . .
It wasn't all that vivid.
*She was standing up, scratching her head. The world was bright, like the sun was right overhead, but she wasn't blinded. And the guy she killed was right in front of her, looking around. He seemed pretty much afraid, wondering where he was, and where everyone went. It turned out they were still in the same place as before- trees behind, rest of the mountains beside them, but. . .
It was different.
Without moving his lips, the thief stuttered as he looked down, "W-what the hell. . .?" He was floating some feet above the ground. Arch looked down also, but only she was actually still on the dirt. And the man's body was at her feet. "I'm-I'm dead?!"
Arch blinked. He was right. Well, she didn't feel any real remorse about the fact he WAS dead, but more that she got him surprised like that made her a little sheepish, showing the expression. "Er. . . Kinda?"
The dead man looked up at her, jaw agape, slowly turning to anger. "I'm dead. . . You. . .You killed me!"
Arch managed a comical wince, a lopsided grin appearing. She might as well humor the guy. He did croak, after all. "Sowwy. I didn't mean it."
The man seemed to suddenly cool off from some strange realization, the rage he had sort of fading away like melting ice.
~He just accepted he is dead,~ Arch thought to herself matter-of-factly. She wasn't surprised about it. She was actually happy. The man stared at her as she once again made a beaming smile.
He was dissipating and letting go of the human form. He looked down as his arms and legs faded into an ethereal wisp. He was teleporting himself somewhere, to when he'd go in the Pathway. Looking back at Arch again, he was wide-eyed, but not afraid like before. He was already finding himself to like being dead. . .
Arch waved and grinned as he sunk away, uttering a literally spirited and good-natured "Bye!"*
Then, feeling slightly buoyant and not in the mood to make herself outwardly grin, she stood up. She didn't want to kill anyone else with that sword. Also, it kind of looked funny to her.
~It's like it's roaring at me~ She glanced back to it amused, echoing the angry roar with a mocking, immature manner in her mind. After that, it frankly shut up. She stuck it across her back- she had no where else to put it and she didn't want to leave it on the ground. Someone else could always use it against *her.*
She still wanted to mess with the group, and clamored back in, nothing weighing her down to cause a little havoc. She so far had two people cut each other's hair off, one stab himself in the boot (By his luck, he somehow missed and got between his toes), made a guy make a "Z" in the back of the leader's shirt (Even HE was laughing), and got another guy to scream and run off when she somehow managed to get all the rest of the brigands to chase her, and in turn chase him.
Although Arch was having the time of her life prancing about and making most of the thieves hyperventilate themselves to defeat with laughing their asses off (Like when she was riding that guy. She allowed herself to humiliate him only for the fact he gave her a chance to catch her breath without having to make more people kiss the dirt) she was careful to not mortally wound anyone. She seriously didn't know how the pantless guy managed to kill himself by falling backwards, but she wasn't interested in how at the moment. It wasn't like she could have given him an autopsy at the time.
Being caught up in the slap-and-dash entertainment of battle, the ivory warrior only had brief moments to wonder where that black-masked person was. And the chocobo, but she had the feeling he was off somewhere, alive and healthy and in the direction west, where she left him. Other than that, she couldn't concentrate for any more details besides the hooded dude was somehow blocking any way to sense him and distant enough that she couldn't pick up on the pain of his injuries, and the rabid bird was still frolicking around, maybe even watching. She certainly got that impression, although it was already hard to do with all these people seeking to beat her to oblivion.
A broad sword went under her feet as she skipped over it and kicked a brittle chunk of clay at someone's head to temporary blind him at the same time, a skip-kick-land motion.
Yet as she came down, her knees suddenly felt weak, like the joint was only made of a slimy water. In the midst of someone about to tackle her with a dagger-
~The guy who stabbed Mr. Ninja back there. . .~
-she sunk to the ground, hands against the earth to keep her face from hitting, just missing the impact in a way she didn't expect. He actually tripped over her, getting his foot stuck in the crease of the armor under her arm.
~Eh. . .?~
Her mind seemed to blank out for a moment. The world was a pastel blur. She felt her eyes roll back into her skull, bringing blindness with it, and all muscles, save that for her lungs and heart imobile. It was like she was sleeping without *sleeping.*
But she found herself back on the ground, her left cheek against the red clay. She must have only been out for a second or two, because she wasn't all that dead yet. Dagger-boy still had his foot in her armor, too.
Arch rolled onto her side quickly, avoiding someone's foot coming down on her skull. But she felt. . . Clumsy. And clammy. It was like her muscles were asleep. But they moved- she couldn't feel them all that well, though. Eventually, she ended up with the boot stuck in her armor, the man with the dagger left with only one. She stood up and moved away before he could turn and give her a nice jab with the pointy object, because he seemed fairly blinded with all of the confusion and people stepping on him while trying to get to Arch.
Standing up, she felt amused (still grinning, as always) just as she was confused. She FELT like she was asleep- drowsy, spacey, and not really all there. Slow-witted, at least. She curled her right arm up, pulling the boot from the back-plate, and tossing it by the Dagger-boy's head.
~I don't recall eating any funny-looking berries before all this. . . ~
That's what the child-like warrior felt like, to say the least.
She spun on her heels, knocking a man in the face with her shoulder-guards. She stumbled backwards- her balance was lost, her knees watery again. She felt a clanking sound and something bounce on her back- she fell into somebody. They ended up on the ground, while Arch was able to steady herself.
And for a moment she was nowhere, like she was watching from somewhere else as someone came at her from the side, the leader-thief, and one of the hair- trimmed vagabonds came charging at her from the front.
She stood still with a stupid grin, not fearing but expecting to have one hell of a problem, literally unable to move as the rest of the standing robbers closed in just as she started to sink again. . .-
The next thing she knew, her feet were off the ground, pressed against her armor as something lurched her off her feet with fast speed. From there, she was practically strangled as someone managed to get most of her weight balanced on whatever they were on.
Arch opened her eyes- so she did actually pass out. And she was going to do it again.
The last thing she could really see was the group of thieves chasing a while after the yellow tail-feathers she saw, but they did not run long.
A strange memory hit her just then. Like a rock. Behind her (She was facing backwards and away from the front), she sensed the familiar color of black, and the flash of pain in her stomach and skull.
"Have to come back later," she muttered as she started with a mellow smile, half asleep and facing nothing but the dust trail of the chocobo, "Waiting for people." She felt herself lean forward on the back of the saddle as she once again was pulled into the sleeping pit briefly, and woke up without even noticing it.
The pain in her gut again reminded her something and sent a grin to her face before she past out again.
"Jeez, man. Do you ever take a break. . .?"
She sensed the assassin listening with a strange acuteness before she slipped under the still waters of an unnatural sleep.
* Author Noties:
Celtic-"Jimmy-crack-corn and I don't god-damn care!. . .I just felt like saying that. D"
Ninja-"(You would.) ^ ^"
Celtic-"EXACTLY! ^ ^"
Shadow-". . . . . . ::Strange glance.::"
At least other than the time when she saw that one of them were actually dead. For a moment, them, if felt like she was sucked somewhere- her mind totally blacked out. No memories, but she was somewhere else. In the present, but not where she was. . .
It wasn't all that vivid.
*She was standing up, scratching her head. The world was bright, like the sun was right overhead, but she wasn't blinded. And the guy she killed was right in front of her, looking around. He seemed pretty much afraid, wondering where he was, and where everyone went. It turned out they were still in the same place as before- trees behind, rest of the mountains beside them, but. . .
It was different.
Without moving his lips, the thief stuttered as he looked down, "W-what the hell. . .?" He was floating some feet above the ground. Arch looked down also, but only she was actually still on the dirt. And the man's body was at her feet. "I'm-I'm dead?!"
Arch blinked. He was right. Well, she didn't feel any real remorse about the fact he WAS dead, but more that she got him surprised like that made her a little sheepish, showing the expression. "Er. . . Kinda?"
The dead man looked up at her, jaw agape, slowly turning to anger. "I'm dead. . . You. . .You killed me!"
Arch managed a comical wince, a lopsided grin appearing. She might as well humor the guy. He did croak, after all. "Sowwy. I didn't mean it."
The man seemed to suddenly cool off from some strange realization, the rage he had sort of fading away like melting ice.
~He just accepted he is dead,~ Arch thought to herself matter-of-factly. She wasn't surprised about it. She was actually happy. The man stared at her as she once again made a beaming smile.
He was dissipating and letting go of the human form. He looked down as his arms and legs faded into an ethereal wisp. He was teleporting himself somewhere, to when he'd go in the Pathway. Looking back at Arch again, he was wide-eyed, but not afraid like before. He was already finding himself to like being dead. . .
Arch waved and grinned as he sunk away, uttering a literally spirited and good-natured "Bye!"*
Then, feeling slightly buoyant and not in the mood to make herself outwardly grin, she stood up. She didn't want to kill anyone else with that sword. Also, it kind of looked funny to her.
~It's like it's roaring at me~ She glanced back to it amused, echoing the angry roar with a mocking, immature manner in her mind. After that, it frankly shut up. She stuck it across her back- she had no where else to put it and she didn't want to leave it on the ground. Someone else could always use it against *her.*
She still wanted to mess with the group, and clamored back in, nothing weighing her down to cause a little havoc. She so far had two people cut each other's hair off, one stab himself in the boot (By his luck, he somehow missed and got between his toes), made a guy make a "Z" in the back of the leader's shirt (Even HE was laughing), and got another guy to scream and run off when she somehow managed to get all the rest of the brigands to chase her, and in turn chase him.
Although Arch was having the time of her life prancing about and making most of the thieves hyperventilate themselves to defeat with laughing their asses off (Like when she was riding that guy. She allowed herself to humiliate him only for the fact he gave her a chance to catch her breath without having to make more people kiss the dirt) she was careful to not mortally wound anyone. She seriously didn't know how the pantless guy managed to kill himself by falling backwards, but she wasn't interested in how at the moment. It wasn't like she could have given him an autopsy at the time.
Being caught up in the slap-and-dash entertainment of battle, the ivory warrior only had brief moments to wonder where that black-masked person was. And the chocobo, but she had the feeling he was off somewhere, alive and healthy and in the direction west, where she left him. Other than that, she couldn't concentrate for any more details besides the hooded dude was somehow blocking any way to sense him and distant enough that she couldn't pick up on the pain of his injuries, and the rabid bird was still frolicking around, maybe even watching. She certainly got that impression, although it was already hard to do with all these people seeking to beat her to oblivion.
A broad sword went under her feet as she skipped over it and kicked a brittle chunk of clay at someone's head to temporary blind him at the same time, a skip-kick-land motion.
Yet as she came down, her knees suddenly felt weak, like the joint was only made of a slimy water. In the midst of someone about to tackle her with a dagger-
~The guy who stabbed Mr. Ninja back there. . .~
-she sunk to the ground, hands against the earth to keep her face from hitting, just missing the impact in a way she didn't expect. He actually tripped over her, getting his foot stuck in the crease of the armor under her arm.
~Eh. . .?~
Her mind seemed to blank out for a moment. The world was a pastel blur. She felt her eyes roll back into her skull, bringing blindness with it, and all muscles, save that for her lungs and heart imobile. It was like she was sleeping without *sleeping.*
But she found herself back on the ground, her left cheek against the red clay. She must have only been out for a second or two, because she wasn't all that dead yet. Dagger-boy still had his foot in her armor, too.
Arch rolled onto her side quickly, avoiding someone's foot coming down on her skull. But she felt. . . Clumsy. And clammy. It was like her muscles were asleep. But they moved- she couldn't feel them all that well, though. Eventually, she ended up with the boot stuck in her armor, the man with the dagger left with only one. She stood up and moved away before he could turn and give her a nice jab with the pointy object, because he seemed fairly blinded with all of the confusion and people stepping on him while trying to get to Arch.
Standing up, she felt amused (still grinning, as always) just as she was confused. She FELT like she was asleep- drowsy, spacey, and not really all there. Slow-witted, at least. She curled her right arm up, pulling the boot from the back-plate, and tossing it by the Dagger-boy's head.
~I don't recall eating any funny-looking berries before all this. . . ~
That's what the child-like warrior felt like, to say the least.
She spun on her heels, knocking a man in the face with her shoulder-guards. She stumbled backwards- her balance was lost, her knees watery again. She felt a clanking sound and something bounce on her back- she fell into somebody. They ended up on the ground, while Arch was able to steady herself.
And for a moment she was nowhere, like she was watching from somewhere else as someone came at her from the side, the leader-thief, and one of the hair- trimmed vagabonds came charging at her from the front.
She stood still with a stupid grin, not fearing but expecting to have one hell of a problem, literally unable to move as the rest of the standing robbers closed in just as she started to sink again. . .-
The next thing she knew, her feet were off the ground, pressed against her armor as something lurched her off her feet with fast speed. From there, she was practically strangled as someone managed to get most of her weight balanced on whatever they were on.
Arch opened her eyes- so she did actually pass out. And she was going to do it again.
The last thing she could really see was the group of thieves chasing a while after the yellow tail-feathers she saw, but they did not run long.
A strange memory hit her just then. Like a rock. Behind her (She was facing backwards and away from the front), she sensed the familiar color of black, and the flash of pain in her stomach and skull.
"Have to come back later," she muttered as she started with a mellow smile, half asleep and facing nothing but the dust trail of the chocobo, "Waiting for people." She felt herself lean forward on the back of the saddle as she once again was pulled into the sleeping pit briefly, and woke up without even noticing it.
The pain in her gut again reminded her something and sent a grin to her face before she past out again.
"Jeez, man. Do you ever take a break. . .?"
She sensed the assassin listening with a strange acuteness before she slipped under the still waters of an unnatural sleep.
* Author Noties:
Celtic-"Jimmy-crack-corn and I don't god-damn care!. . .I just felt like saying that. D"
Ninja-"(You would.) ^ ^"
Celtic-"EXACTLY! ^ ^"
Shadow-". . . . . . ::Strange glance.::"