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Jul 14, 2024 17:24:03 GMT
Post by Esther Estrada-Levin on Jul 14, 2024 17:24:03 GMT
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Secret message, hi | [attr="class","lowe15reescroll"] [break][break] Mission{Heist Objective}rolling hills painting This painting depicts scenery of tall grasses with horses running through hillside, and can be sold to the system for a nice payout. Complete an [D Rank] Heist in the [Countryside Zone] to obtain. [break][break] Self-reflection was a creeping terror, one that only served to torment Esther in those moments when she was left alone. For once, at least, most of what troubled her wasn’t exactly her fault. It hadn’t been her fault that the Earth shifted into a video game nightmare (unless…). What was her fault was her current venue; a musty, mud soaked farm in the middle of Heathcliff country. Assailed by insects, both mundane and fantastic, she regretted walking out of Rikers. Remembering every trip to the country she had ever made in her life was a miserable experience, she cursed herself for even humoring the possibility that this time would’ve been different. [break][break] Leaning back, and subsequently over a fence post, she kept her keen eye fixed on the ranch house. She already had a floorplan; she was far from having to case her mark. No, there wasn’t anything suspicious about her looming around the ranch; she was simply waiting patiently. [break][break] She owed her mark a favor, or rather, she had taken a mission to retrieve an animal for them. It couldn’t be too hard; she already passed a half-dozen creatures that made her question if Godzilla had ‘fought that’. Which inspired her plan to inflict the most stubborn and pointedly lazy creature she could possibly find in a scheme of malicious compliance. While this rancher was wrapped up with their newfound beast of burden, she and her co-conspirators would be left with an adequate window for what would best be described as a “rip and run” [break][break] Esther wasn’t so terribly arrogant as to believe she could do this all on her own; she lacked the patience, and natural fortitude to wrangle animals. Without purposeful hesitation, she had sent out a party request asking for assistance in the execution of this mission, as well as the brazen admission that they would also be robbing the quest giver. Who was going to stop her, the FBI? [break][break] Dressed to the nines in her drab, olive prison inform, she hoped to radiate a trustworthy aura. Hopefully after this score and this mission, she would be able to acquire a different outfit; one that didn’t give off the impression that she is bad at her job. Facing this stark realization, the time between posting the party request and the absence of ‘takers’ grew longer. Taking one last drag from her cigarette, she rudely flicked the still burning butt into the grass, “…Dammit.” She groaned.
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Jul 14, 2024 21:35:17 GMT
Post by lafey on Jul 14, 2024 21:35:17 GMT
It was a slow day, like any other. Nothing really stood out in what Lafey needed to do in her itinerary though the constant drivel of living everyday without the excitement of her previous work meant that the odd request for help coming in was something that was certainly worth investigating! Her phone showed help from a player somewhere in the UK, requiring help for a mission that was around her own level. Perfect chance to go and get her feet wet once more. "Let's see what we've got in store for today, then." The frenchwoman garbed herself in her best robes, a weapon she had for protection and then accepted the request. After taking one last long drink of some lowly tasting wine, she accepted the transportation to the mission site. Back once again somewhat near her home, or closer than it would have been for her tastes. Lafey swung around to be faced with the rolling countryside of the United Kingdom. Her eyes scanned over the horizon with her natural visage of disdain plastered against her face. It certainly did look like the countryside, which was the exact place she had been trying to avoid. Nearby her position, a woman dressed in a prison uniform enjoyed the sweet taste of nicotine in private. It wasn't exactly the kind of brand that Lafey would have be caught smoking, especially considering her tastes in the cancer sticks before the world had turned into shit. She walked along, her fur coat draped over her shoulders with the sleeves swinging behind her, hands resting on her sides while her eyes remained locked on the other woman. "Enjoying your newfound freedom, love?" A voice sweetened in an accent so French, Lafey would have offered her a walking tour of the Eiffel Tower. She smiled, her resting bitch face attempting its best summation of the emotion "playful" while coming to rest before Esther. "I'm not a woman happy to be handling beasts, but the secondary objective was something I've not seen before. Just loaded into the game and already planning to get back into the life of crime? You certainly know how to make a first impression~"Her hands crossed just underneath her chest, a stoic, angry looking woman managing to force a sly grin. "Lafey. Charmed to meet you."Esther Estrada-Levin | Tristan Wu |
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Post by Tristan Wu on Jul 15, 2024 1:01:20 GMT
[attr="class","tristanf"] [attr="class","tristanf2"]Tristan had started to regret it from the moment he’d stepped foot in the mud. He’d been treading through it with good pace, but it was never a comfortable feeling - how he missed the hard comfort of asphalt. He curses the system for dropping him off at a waypoint so far away; it had to have already been at least twenty minutes in this bog. He could not trust any patch of grass anymore, no matter how solid it seemed - one could tell from the stains on his clothes, other than his sneakers that remain pure white, that there was a high possibility that he had fallen down more than once.
There was a condition attached to the mission that enthralled him - something about a heist of sorts. Although he isn’t by any means as desperate as he was in his ‘former’ life, the idea of stealing something, he hoped, would remind him of his days in the concrete jungle - days with his little brother. There were, of course, mixed feelings: the concept of taking from an innocent man with no true urgent cause did trouble him. Hopefully, there’d be something in it for him that’d make it worth his while.
A clearing, bound by a barrier of fencing, makes itself clear to Tristan. A figure dressed in orange leans over one of the posts. He had never done time before. There was no doubt he was a criminal, albeit a small-time one - it was by either miracle or luck that he had evaded the law for as long as he did. Whoever this person was, they were either more clumsy than he was, or they had done things far exceeding the caliber of his own acts.
The convict is in conversation with a pompously dressed woman. or so it appears to Tristan. He gets close only punctually enough to hear her self-introduction. Immediately the thought of revealing his name to these strangers leaves a bad taste in his mouth. It’d be best to keep it to himself for now. He continues his pace, onto slightly firmer ground, making no effort to mask his footsteps. He can now make out the ranch in the distance. Although only briefly, he had read the mission description and knew enough to realize that he’d have to bring one of the critters he’d seen on his way to the rendezvous there.
If they hadn’t noticed him before, they surely do now - he troops just close enough for the three of them to form a triangle of sorts. Tristan says nothing, his only greeting a subtle nod if either of their eyes met his own. He assumes they know why he was there; there is no need to spill any detail on that matter.
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Jul 15, 2024 23:41:04 GMT
Post by Esther Estrada-Levin on Jul 15, 2024 23:41:04 GMT
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A bitter surge of jealousy--for a moment--overwhelmed Esther. It hadn’t been (or at least, it didn’t feel so long ago) that she had her own mink coats, and designer suits. No sage adages concerning the eye of a needle had been able to ease her through the sting of all she had lost. Having passed the eye had only increased her desire for many of her worldly possessions. Yet, she couldn’t allow herself to be angry at good taste. Enough of these and Esther was sure she could get out of this ridiculous outfit into something tasteful, like a snakeskin jacket.
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If one positive could be spun from the whole unbelievable ordeal set in front of her, it was the fact that she had been free to simply walk out into an MC Escher painting. A wry smile crept its way onto her face, “Tryin’ to, but it’s been one thing after anotha’.” She responded, pushing herself off from the post and animating with hand motions behind each word. A splinter of bitterness returned, as Esther was forced to muse on the fact, she had been typecast from the moment she woke up. Her mind raced back to her class choices and the flavors of ne’er-do-well she had to pick from, “Yeah, just when I thought I was out… thing had me pegged for a crook. Can you friggin’ believe it?” she asked in a purely rhetorical tone (if such a thing even existed), attempting to gesture towards the vague figure that was Earth-Chan.
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Swinging the subjugation collar around her index finger finally brought Esther back to reality, “But I digress, Madame. Name’s Esther. Hopin’ to get the dirty business outta the way fast, for all of our sakes.” Dirt, in this case, was literal. She was glad that she could share in this contempt for a large portion of this assignment. It was hardly ideal, but she had to start somewhere.
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Shock flashed across her eye, as with a rapid pitter-patter, the pair had one more sudden addition. Perfect, Esther thought, relaxing. If anything, this third one was quick on his feet, which was far more than Esther could claim for herself. He didn’t need to say a word, Esther felt like she had enough of the story. She knew kids like him; kept to oneself, got the job done, got out of dodge. In response to his curt nod, she offered a warm smile and a salute.
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Having assembled a sizable crew, or a crew sizable enough to wrangle a monster and commit cat burglary, she signaled that it was time to ‘walk and talk’ away from the ranch. Keeping a low voice, she laid out the barest splinter of a plan, “Straight forward; a rip and run. It’s not the Lourve; we aren’t trying to walk off with Winged Victory. Guy has this painting over the fireplace. We simply get him what he asked for...mostly, and snatch 'All The Pretty Horses' while he's dealing with his new pet.”
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Post by lafey on Jul 16, 2024 6:56:49 GMT
"The world of crime is a fickle mistress. All it takes is a single step, and it pulls you in the deep end with no way out. Those that escape can only get so far before they feel its pull once more. A slow, festering wound that won't heal." Lafey knew the sentiment well, even being the daughter of somebody entrenched in that kind of criminal empire. It was a lifestyle that stripped society down to its basic fundamentals. The person with the most money, guns, forces or any mixture of the three got everything, while everybody else fought for the scraps. You were worked your way to the top or were defending what was yours from the next bright eyed underdog who wanted everything. "But it makes every day an adventure. Much better than an office job somewhere."She introduced herself as Esther, a charming name. Lafey wasn't one to judge on why somebody would suddenly gain morals in this kind of world. Where the line between law and crime remained solely on what an omnipotent emoticon deemed as "fair". For all they knew, Earth-chan could decided to make breathing illegal and just end everybody still playing currently. Such was the life at being subjugated by a pixelated tyrant. She flashed a grin to the woman, well on board for whatever their plan was here. It really didn't matter what they could catch, as long as it wasn't going to try and kill them, that is. Just then, another presence made themselves known. A man appearing before them in a flash. The surprise had caught Lafey off guard, though she quickly adjusted her robe and sized him up. There was no greeting, no happy little introduction of any kind. Just silence. A man of no words but great impact, as the saying went. She nodded and turned back to the organizer. "It appears the party has gathered." Esther picked up on the same thing and gave a brief run down on the plan. The mission itself was straightforward, but the small heist of that shitty little painting was even better for score some quick points. "Sounds good. Before we can see about snatching the painting, we should start searching for animals that the farmer's going to want. Anybody see any on their way up here? Or know of any animals that can be caught and transported quickly?"Esther Estrada-Levin | Tristan Wu
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Post by Tristan Wu on Jul 16, 2024 15:52:05 GMT
[attr="class","tristanf"] [attr="class","tristanf2"]Esther’s - or so she introduced herself by - barebones plan is augmented by Lafey’s own right away. It was always good to have teammates with initiative: it saves Tristan the effort of doing it all on his own. All that pontifical talk about a life of crime did not quite resonate well with him, though. There was always the possibility that her self-importance could become a hindrance later on.
“I did see some animals, if you can call them that,” he says. His mouth opens as if to continue speaking, but he takes a pause. With their suspicious backgrounds made even more obvious, a whisper in his mind makes him question if this was an elaborate ploy to swindle him somehow - it wouldn’t be out of the question. For all he knew, they could be accomplices waiting for the right prey to step out of the mud. “They did resemble chickens,” he adds, voice noticeably tenser. In truth, there were more creatures but he found no need to clarify that.
By this point he had been on his fair share of missions that he knew not to expect this to be as simple as it seems. Worst case scenario, these ‘chickens’ were the reincarnations of some evil demon. Still, the other two gathered for the mission seem confident enough that he really believed they’d somehow manage a way out.
Although he knew the system had matched them up presumably with no connection beforehand, he’d stray on the safer side and be careful just in case. “They shouldn’t be hard to find, though. Saw them everywhere.” Leaving his back vulnerable to them wasn’t the best idea, but just by speaking up he had placed himself in the position to lead them towards the target. After an upward nod towards the direction he intends to lead them, he starts walking back where he came from, just a few degrees off in order to avoid the more muddy spots If anything, being in front just meant he could lose them faster. Speed was the one thing he was confident in right now. That was just a small possible outcome though; if everything goes cordially, this mission is as good as done.
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Post by Esther Estrada-Levin on Jul 17, 2024 0:18:01 GMT
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Any possible delusions she may have had about this woman putting up a fake accent had gone straight out the window in record time. There she was--in a vein not dissimilar to Victor Hugo writing about the Parisian sewers--waxing poetic about the draw of the underworld. She felt it, of course, even after feeling the sting of baker's dozen worth of RICO convictions she couldn’t keep herself away for good. Nevertheless, there was a caper at hand, and a painting to lift. Miming a risen wine glass, she brought up a smile in return, “Well said Vic’.” Clearly exhausting her knowledge of French literary figures in one go. Chuckling she took a moment to reflect, “See, I tried the arts; wasn't my scene.”
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Yet they weren’t here to chat, or exclusively. Out of the blue, their third spoke up. Straight to the point with valuable insight, “Chickens?” She repeated, amused. It beat what she had encountered; the most unsubduable of icy crocodiles, bears, and… she had really cut through the wrong neck of the woods… Quickly, she snapped back, “Perfect!” She added. It fit the bill, even if it breathed fire and laid solid gold eggs (either may have been a plus).
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“Lead the way, kid.” She rather predictably followed, as in no time at all, Tristan was leading the way. Ahead was a distance, and at one hell of a pace. Esther was still fresh; she hadn’t added to stats in any meaningful capacity. Whatever physical acumen she had prior to being brought over was gone. Exerting herself left no room for any devious inclinations, especially while dodging the treacherously muddy English countryside. This pain would be kept bottled up; she had made her bed, and eventually she preferred to lie in it.
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Around the bend, and at last chickens, and definitely deserving of ‘at least resembling’. While they mostly kept the shape of classical Road Island Reds and the like, they were a bit on the scalier side, and stood a meter (or yard, if you’d prefer) over your average chicken. Catching her breath, Esther was able to rasp an utterance of, “You gotta be friggin’ kiddin’.” In a tone of feigned wellbeing. Shifting to recovery, “Alright, let’s bag a bird.”
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Post by lafey on Jul 17, 2024 2:13:22 GMT
The comment had made the french woman chuckle. She found herself amused by the newbie, one to keep her eye on in case anything may have happened to her. Now that the E2C was out of commission, she was a free agent in need of people to sell too. If there was one person willing to skirt around the laws of man, they certainly might have found some items that did just that worth investigating. Sure, the threat of a painful, sudden death was scary, but was there any other way of living life like they did? "Ah well. You survived. As somebody who once thrived in the scene, alive and failed is better than dead." She looked back over to their third party member as he spoke very, very briefly about where they could find those precious livestock for the farmer here. So he could talk. Lafey wouldn't embarrass him in the meeting, as these types of people tended to be fairly unwilling to find amusement in joking about their muteness. She did wonder what his story would have been, which kind of experience had made him into the stoic man that came before them. She had seen it all: the man who watched the world take away a loved one, or perhaps somebody that had been in the game too long. Whatever the reason, it was his. "Chickens, hm? Hard to believe after all the reports of monsters straight out of a board game over the world. I'll buy us a round if it turns out we just find chickens for a change. At least they won't be trying to kill us."The group set out and find their prized poultry among the fields here. Tristan had a better time of things due to his speed, but Esther and her would be making the full journey up into that point. Lafey walked along, careful not to step in any holes or anything as she took up mantle in front of the fresh install. "Don't worry. If anything starts gunning for you, we'll be able to handle it." She tried to cheer up that frowning face some. No need to get that little head of theirs in a pinch. "If you did want to get out of those rags and into something more fitting, I can tell you where I found my current attire at. It doesn't have to be entirely extravagant as this. I'm just a woman of taste." she laughed softly. "But I'm certain it will be better than your current attire."The group arrived just in time to the location where Tristan had been talking about finding chickens at. And he wasn't wrong. There were "chickens" present, just ones that had scales instead of feather and were about the size of a large dog than your average bird. Lafey frowned, an easy feat for somebody with her worrisome case of RBF. "At least they're simple. Let's snag our three and head back." She cautiously approached the closest one walking by and slowly went to sneak up behind it. Her steps were slow and careful, with great caution not to spook the animal. Once close enough, Lafey leaped to try and grasp the "chicken" but was too slow. The animal rushed away from the woman as she groaned in annoyance. Esther Estrada-Levin | Tristan Wu |
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Post by Tristan Wu on Jul 17, 2024 4:01:44 GMT
[attr="class","tristanf"] [attr="class","tristanf2"]All the idle talk passes right through one ear and out the other. Tristan currently has no capacity for intellectual action of any kind: his only focus is on getting the mission done, getting out safe, and not stepping in any more mud. Lafey’s sarcasm was understandable: in this changed world, you’d be far better off expecting the worst than the mundane. And they were about to see it, too - the reason he had said they’d resembled chickens. The Frenchwoman is about to be proven right.
Just before they reach the clearing, her remark to Esther, whether an attempt to comfort or a comment out of contempt, makes Tristan wonder where she gets her confidence from. Any prior time he had stepped into a mission it felt like he was gambling on whether he’d live to see the next day or not. Plus, she had said ‘we’ like she knew what he was capable of. It was still too early to see if she had set herself up for disappointment.
The giant scaled birds cluck about aimlessly as they clear the final hill - Tristan marvels in their size. His sighting before was from nowhere near this close, and he’d noticed they were bigger than the usual fowl. However, he wasn’t expecting anything this big. One of these things could feed a family of four for a week - or two, if they were frugal about it.
Lafey’s attempt at catching the beast takes away all trace of elegance he ever saw in her before. Her small stumble after missing beckons an involuntary chuckle from Tristan, one he himself never saw coming. Immediately, in an attempt to veil it his face returns to its neutral demeanor.
With his set of abilities, he believes it would be an easy task to round them up. Abilities, though, were a valuable resource - even the knowledge of them could place him at a disadvantage. He waits to see if the other two come up with any ideas. From what he’s heard, Esther seems to have only just loaded in. Hopefully she wasn’t as clueless as he was when he was getting accustomed to the new world. His head darts back and forth between the two of them, then towards the ‘chickens’. One each was not looking too difficult - but with how fast they were, they might pose a problem for his party members.
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Post by Esther Estrada-Levin on Jul 17, 2024 23:35:41 GMT
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“Thanks, I tried a shop on my way out of New York, but something was in there… either way, I need to get out of this getup, can’t argue with that.” Remembering what she simply heard in the city was enough to instill dread. Before her were a slew of chickens more suited for Medieval Heraldry than a bucket. Even with Lafey’s word that any danger would be met with support, Esther felt a knot in her stomach, which only grew as Lafey’s attempt to grab one ended with it sliding into fifth gear. Not even Tristan’s amusement at such shenanigans could lighten the mood.
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Whatever sliver of knife based confidence evaporated to bits as she came eye to eye with a mysterious bird. Stunned by the enormity of its flat brain, she was stunned, “What’re you friggin’ lookin’ at?” Its dull eyes left her unsettled in turn. She was caught; turning a failure into an opportunity, she darted forward. It hadn’t seen a threat in her; kicking the dirt, it stood its ground, challenging Esther to even try. While unfamiliar with a lot of the nuanced mechanics of her newfound home, was able to piece together what might be a bad idea.
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Yet her knife still shone, inviting further irritation. Flaring its comb and offering a sputtering puff of smoke—the rooster revealed itself. This was his territory, and it was as quick to attack as another was quick to flee. It lunged at the wisegal, barbed talons trained on her stomach.
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For once, her uniform came in handy, even after she was so quick to besmirch it. Hooking into the thankfully baggy top, the rooster’s talons narrowly avoided any of the vital bits (if there were any) that were tucked away below her ribcage. Twisting her clothes further, the rooster found itself trapped—from an aggressive start, it began to panic. Flapping its wings, making rooster sounds, while attempting to flee, only to start twisting its leg in Esther’s jumpsuit. The more it flipped out the closer its barbs stabbed and cut through the lump of fabric that may have prevented a messy evisceration. Struggling to keep a cool head (and her footing( against both terror and frustration she turned all her energy to speaking to the disgruntled rooster, “Hey… hey tough guy, relax! C’mon!”
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One hand held the collar, and Esther toyed with the idea of snapping it on there. Fearing that any forward motion would jerk the beast’s talons further towards a vital spot, she came to remember that she had two party members, "Uh... quick, while I got this bastard distracted!"
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Post by lafey on Jul 18, 2024 2:16:51 GMT
"Understandable. From what I've heard, New York has seen far better days, unless you're somebody who enjoys wandering into a jungle. If you go to Unison Central and look for a small shop called "The Spell Counter", you'll find a woman who can help you, for a small fee, of course. She's kind of mousey, a bit on the small side, and the cutest shopkeeper we have right now, although you didn't hear it from me." Lafey remarked during the trek over to Esther. Hopefully @vanilla would appreciate the word of mouth, although given their last interaction, she often wondered how she felt about her. Was the tiny woman scared of her? She had only wanted to establish good business, maybe...find something to talk about outside of work. Focus, Lafey. Time for that later. There's a job to do now.Meanwhile in the present, Lafey groaned while face down on the ground. With all of the elegance she had worked so hard to leave with the other gone, the poor woman faced a fate worse than death! The visage she tried to hard to impart onto others, ruined, gone, DESTROYED! All because of these meddlesome little lizard avians! She was furious, no, livid! Lafey pushed herself up onto her feet again and scoured the area for something to vent her frustrations on. The farmer had wanted the livestock alive, of course, but that didn't mean that she could get a few licks in before throwing on a collar. Esther had managed to outwit one stray chicken, and was currently struggling to keep it still enough to leash. Lafey stepped forward to help the prisoner out. She wrapped her own arms around the chicken and pulled away enough to keep it from going for Esther's neck. With a free hand, she took out the inventory menu and called one of the provided quest collars into being. Once loaded in, she forced it onto the neck of the chicken and any fight inside of it was suddenly quelled. The reptile chicken beast now stood content, sometimes letting out small noises, something between clucking and a growl. It looked up at the two and continued to peck at the ground. Lafey looked to Esther and sighed. "Are you alright? We've got two more future meals to capture."Esther Estrada-Levin | Tristan Wu
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Post by Tristan Wu on Jul 18, 2024 16:57:33 GMT
[attr="class","tristanf"] [attr="class","tristanf2"]Tristan keeps his idle pace as Esther breaks the line to approach the beast. It takes Lafey the duration of Esther’s struggle to recover from her previous mishap, which she makes up for by establishing the collar firm on the rooster’s neck. If he hadn’t seen her struggling to get up so fast, he’d have jumped in earlier - they both knew it was a chance to fix the image she so desperately built up.
Seeing how the two of them were already trying their best, Tristan decides it is time to step in. If anything, the system had blessed him with the right abilities for these exact scenarios. For once, he thanks it silently. As the alternating of his feet grow faster, the red markings on the soles of his sneaker begin to emanate a crimson glow. He starts walking faster and faster, but pacing himself enough still making sure Esther has time to recover from her previous entanglement. Within a few strides, he is in full sprint. His spring is light and his step is heavy - but somehow the mud on the ground remains undisturbed by his sudden charge. He turns his head slightly to get vision on the animals - there were a few more than two in the area. Perfect.
His next step stops midair on its way down, forming a concrete platform instead of meeting the grass. He ascends with each step, continuing horizontally at around two meters up. Hopefully, these creatures weren’t built to jump, or worse, fly. The structure continues materializing as he dashes, stretching downwards onto the ground. Soon, the concrete wall starts to form a makeshift enclosure in the shape of a circle as Tristan runs. Halfway through, the chicken monsters start to cluck louder, scaly necks bobbing up and down. Dispersing throughout the area, they stride away from the wall. As fast as he is going, it is a difficult task to control his trajectory along with focusing on building his piece. He needed the other two to help, and promptly.
“Herd them inside!” Tristan shouts to the other two through the middle of a deep breath, hoping they understood what he needed them to do. He only has half a circle left to run before the cage is complete. Before then, they needed to do anything to keep at least two of the animals inside at all costs.
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Post by Esther Estrada-Levin on Jul 19, 2024 0:47:49 GMT
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This struggle could only go on for so long. As far away as their heads physically were, they still managed to lock into a classical butting of heads. Remaining ever stubborn, Esther resisted cutting the fabric until the ground was finally swept from underneath her. Lafey had kipped up, and ‘eliminated’ the threat of the rooster. Upon its adoption of a relaxed state, it eased up enough for its claw to slip through the gnarled jumpsuit. After a light thud, Esther was back on her feet dusting herself off, in vain, as the mud clung to her already dusty rags, “I still got my guts; I’d call that a win, thanks.” She replied in earnest. Between the mud and newly added hole, Esther was only being pushed further towards getting something new. After her payout for the mission and the painting, she was sure to pay Vanilla a visit.
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They weren’t completely out of luck Tristan was off, and around, outpacing most of the quickstepping punks Esther had befriended. Despite her cynical inclinations to assume he was flying the coop after seeing two grown adults struggling against (only slightly larger than average*) fowl, he was back, and ostensibly bringing the big city with him.
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“Oh! There’s our shot, Kid’s got a plan.” Whatever the chicken-related equivalent of a shepherd was, this city-slicker was ready to adopt said title. Or moreover, she was set to fulfill the role of a border collie; she had plenty of experience in the field of barking. Swinging her knife around widely, she wedged herself as a wall to corral the chicken in, cutting off a plausible escape. Her eyebrows twisted into a grim furor. Ready to air all of her grievances with the rooster on just about any of this species, “Where do you think you’re goin’, you scaly rat’?” she asked in a wicked whisper, anticipating a response other than “bock”.
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Left disappointed, Esther jabbed her knife forward. Given a natural predisposition against getting stabbed, the chicken jolted back. Switching to a backhanded knife stance, Esther rose the blade upwards into a solid slasher-killer stance. What she started as a nasty look and her usual mouthiness transformed into a deranged chase wherein the chicken screeched with eyes whitened by terror. Between expressions of profanity and references to chicken-based dishes, Esther picked up the pace, using up the little breath she had left.
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In this hopelessly senseless mêlée, the chicken had become so focused on running that it did not even consider that something may be in front of her. Smacking headfirst into the closing wall that Tristain continued to construct, it bounced, tripping over its own feet. Finding her moment, Esther cooled it with the “attempted murder. Promptly she hopped out of the way, so she wouldn’t disturb any further attempts to get a second locked in the enclosure, "I'm sick of these friggin' things." She muttered under her breath, under the suspicion that these deranged creatures could understand her.
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*Author's note: These chickens are about 5.5x larger than the average chicken.
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Post by lafey on Jul 19, 2024 1:38:03 GMT
One of these scaly vermin down, and one fellow ruffian safe from the claws of a gruesome end. That was a pretty big step in the right direction in Lafey's book. She nodded in agreement to Esther and looked back down at the now calm and relatively docile bird. "They're rather cute when not trying to gouge your eyes out, wouldn't you say?" The woman joked with Esther, offering a soft laugh while looking back at Tristan and his speedy form racing all around the area. It was nice to know that the handsome face wasn't just for show. His plan, while only briefly put into words, was crystal clear. Lafey and Esther seemed to know what he wanted to do. "Never thought I'd add "livestock herder" to my list of accomplishments." Lafey said, wielding her weapon and going with Esther to position themselves in front of the unruly chicken reptile beasts. Once close enough, she'd move to the sides to ensure that they didn't have another option to escape from. While moderately successful, one chicken did manage to get by just before it would skitter off. "Oh no you don't, you walking fast food meal!" Lafey did manage to hold onto its tail just in time, then began the process of leaning back to get it to slow down. The chicken hissed and produced noises that were more fitting of a horror film villain than an animal. Their struggle lasted for a few seconds, with Lafey being swung around by the chicken in order to buck her off, only for her grip to hoist her on the back of the chicken. "Play time's over, now time to listen." Now fully mounted up, she leaned down to put it into a choke hold and use its head to steer it in the direction of Tristan's trap. The ride was anything but smooth, as her ride wanted her off of its body in the worst way. It bucked, kicked, tried to spin around to peck her, but Lafey refused to yield. It was about a minute or so until the thing tired itself out and would be made to listen. "There we go, that's better." She slowly guided the beast inside of the enclosure just after Esther had put her bird away. Esther Estrada-Levin | Tristan Wu |
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Post by Tristan Wu on Jul 20, 2024 4:37:17 GMT
[attr="class","tristanf"] [attr="class","tristanf2"]Tristan’s wall interrupts Esther’s game of tag with her new best friend. He’s almost back at the start of the wall now - just a few more steps. The population of animals inside the ‘enclosure’ has diminished greatly, but there are still more than enough to satisfy their quota for three. The chickens that had managed to escape are far gone now, clucking for their lives. He’d been too focused on making his lap - or perhaps too reliant on his party - to notice either of their feats, apart from the sudden bump he felt below his feet and the passing image of a woman riding a chicken with glory.
As his shoes lose their glow, he finally steps back at the beginning of the wall he had created. Immediately he jumps down into the circle, urging his teammates. “Quick! Before the walls crumble!” He had failed to mention that this was no permanent structure - it wouldn’t be that easy. At least now with their more limited space, the animals would be easier to civilize.
Only now does he spot Lafey’s knightly appearance, her mount an overgrown chicken in the stead of a steed. She’d probably have an easier time than Esther. He remembers she had already used the collar she was assigned. Without another, it’d be impossible for her to tame it, and who knows how much longer she could stay on the creature. Between steps, Tristan materializes his collar item. Throwing it like a frisbee - it has considerable weight to throw it comfortably - he aims it right at Lafey’s shoulder level. It cuts through the air, flying straight at her.
Without delay, he turns and dashes towards the chicken that Esther had chased down. Either out of complacency or reservation for her party, she had stepped away from it. With a few lively, hasty kicks of dirt, the monster is back on its feet. Launching itself in the direction furthest from both Tristan and Esther, it leaves mud on its trail.
She is the only one who still has a collar. By any means, Tristan needs to make sure it ends up on the chicken’s neck. With a heavy step, he shifts his momentum into the same trajectory the chicken is running in. Parallel to the wall. Perfect. He catches up, running side by side with it now. Following a grunt, his elbow is tucked in as he crashes the whole of his weight into the chicken, knocking it into the concrete for a second time. It topples down from the impact. Rolling into a stop, Tristan turns and glares at Esther, beckoning her to rush and get the job done.
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