Vizon vs Moore
[Picture by Moore's Creator]
Vizon walks into the hall and approaches the bar. (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 20:30:05)
**She catches sight of him about halfway across the floor and nods a greeting. Her black eye has swolen shut and her once-bloody nose is still stained red** (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 20:33:56)
"Hey....Laurel..." He snags the mouse's attention, "Are you playing bartender tonight?" (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 20:35:26)
Suddenly he notices her face, "Whoa.....what happened to you?" (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 20:37:26)
Jareth wanders in grinning, "I have a girlfriend!" He howls to no one in particular. OOC: I am on elsewhere, elsewhere...and not for long.... (n/t) (Jareth) (09-Dec-00 21:07:15)
He begins to saunter, his leather jacket flaring with every step. "I...got...a...girlfriend..." he crows, tilting his head back. (n/t) (Jareth) (09-Dec-00 21:10:20)
Glances at the cat, a little annoyed at the interruption... (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 21:14:51)
Jareth grins rather stupidly at Vizon's obvious irritation, "Hey, I gotta girlfriend! Ain't you gonna be happy or somethin'?" He turns his grin on Laurel, "Cool! I could pick, like, a million fights, I feel so good, yes? Heeehehh..."(Jareth) (09-Dec-00 21:18:58)
**She grins crookedly** I picked a fight. (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 21:15:21)
He snorts and grins, "With who?" (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 21:17:02)
**Her grin widens** Yuclin. I helped 'er a bit with that disguise of 'ers. Elders do usually have missin' teeth. (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 21:19:54)
"Yuclin?" Silphadae melts out of the shadows, her yellow eyes hard,...especially when they fall upon Jareth. She knows she is intruding, but her hackles bristle upon hearing that...name. "I know this...Yuclin." (n/t) (Silphadae) (09-Dec-00 21:26:35)
"That old fox? Ha! Didn't know you had it in you, Laurel!" (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 21:27:52)
**Shakes her head, still grinning** Haven't you noticed? She's my age... **She raises an eyebrow** ...or have you not noticed that old ones are tired moreso than the young? **She glances to Silphadae, losing her humor** Yeah? Where from? (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 21:33:47)
A sudden urgency surges through Silphadae. Beckoning warily to Jareth, she retreats out the door. OOC: Drat it, I got to go.... (n/t) (Jareth and Silphadae) (09-Dec-00 21:30:30)
"Hmmm. " He consideres this new revelation, "I guess I wasn't interested enough to see through her disguise..." He pauses, leaning against the counter, "May I please have a drink?" He grins. (n/t) (Vizon) (09-Dec-00 21:37:56)
Maybe. **The mouse grins as she ducks down to nab the bottle of blackbark beer and rises faceing the shelves to remove a tankard. She tops off the tankard before sliding it to Vizon and recorking and replacing the bottle** (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 21:45:28)
He grins, "Aha!" and reaches both paws out for the tankard. Soon his face disappears behind the upturned vessel. After a few seconds he sets it back down with an "Ahhh...." and swipes the foam from his whiskers with satisfaction. Suddenly he stiffens, "Aw man - I was supposed to meet Mohok at the dock...." He stands and runs for the door, taking the tankard with him, "Thanks, Laurel - see you later!" (n/t) (Vizon (gtg - sorry...)) (09-Dec-00 21:51:39)
Seeya Vizon! **She starts to wipe off the counter, but soon yells after him, bristling** Hey! My tankard! (n/t) (Laurel) (09-Dec-00 21:55:05)
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**He scowls silently** Saturday, 09-Dec-00 23:25:59 208.143.4.230 writes: **In the darkest shadows of the Hall, two sharp dark red eyes glitter, cold and predatory. They flit about, landing on the odd Dibbun to stoke the hungry fires within to an even greater height. The beast's tail swishes in the manner of any overly-interested feline, and he considers a mousebabe, playing alone by the door, as opposed to a young vole, not too far from an open window**
(The Cat)
**He snarls as the small group enters, losing the chance of mousebabe, far more tender than vole to his thinking. Nonetheless, he focuses solely on the babe by the window, likely a hard fall. He plans to throw the babe down first, then he'll know if it's too far for him to jump** (n/t) (The Cat) (09-Dec-00 23:37:46)
The tall black mink enters the hall once again, slapping snow from the fringes of his long brown overcoat that has conveniently replaced the sleeveless vest and the sword strapped across his back... (Vizon Rok)
**Sidhe and Banagher are walking to the bar, Sidhe rather shakily. They spot Vizon coming in the door, and Banagher gives a bit of a wave** Evening, Vizon. **Adds the squirrel** (n/t) (Sidhe and Banagher) (10-Dec-00 00:10:54)
"Hey guys....what's up?" He pulls up a stool next to the otter and squirrel. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:14:28)
Oh, you know, your typical evening. There a tender back there? Don't know about you, but I'm in need of a good stout. And Sidhe needs, uh, something strong. (n/t) (Banagher) (10-Dec-00 00:17:20)
"Yeah - right there - that's Laurel. Haven't you met her yet?" (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:20:25)
I think she's served us before... is she alright? (n/t) (Banagher) (10-Dec-00 00:25:35)
He grins, "Well she got beat up last night, but she says she started it so..." He shrugs. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:26:52)
**laughs** we've all been there. (n/t) (Sidhe) (10-Dec-00 00:28:34)
**The mouse sits in a corner, face to the table top** (n/t) (Laurel) (10-Dec-00 00:13:29)
"Ahoy - Laurel! Here's your tankard." He tosses the tall mug to the mouse, hoping she can catch... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:16:05)
Eh? **She sluggishly looks up in time to see the tankard hurtling towards her. With a shout, she shoves her feet down, throwing herself back to catch it in the belly instead of the face, but she shoved her feet too hard and falls back, chair and all, to land with a painful crash. The mouse curses loudly from the floor and continues grumbling profanities as she rises, sets the chair right, and tenderly carries the tankard back to the bar, where she grumbles louder** (n/t) (Laurel) (10-Dec-00 00:24:26)
He glances about the room out of habit and spots the black cat staring hungrilly at the vole babe. His eyes narrow and he gestures with his chin for Sidhe and Banagher to look. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:19:07)
**Sidhe swings his head around, raising an eyebrow** **Banagher stares at the cat with disgust** That's pathetic. As much as I hate baby voles... that's just not right. (n/t) (Sidhe and Banagher) (10-Dec-00 00:23:38)
**The cat suddenly breaks, tearing across the room with wild abandon to snatch the vole and leap out the window, into the darkness** (n/t) (The Cat/Moore) (10-Dec-00 00:27:48)
**Banagher groans. He doesn't care about the vole, doesn't care about anything. Damn moral compunction. He grabs a glass mug from the bartop and throws it straight for the vole. He's at such an angle that if the glass hits, it will knock the volebabe to the floor, delaying the cat until further action can be taken** (n/t) (Banagher) (10-Dec-00 00:32:12)
Sorry... he's already in the woods... (n/t) (M's C) (10-Dec-00 00:37:04)
"Hey Hey HEY!" Vizon leaps out off his stool and chases after the cat. (n/t) (Vizon Rok) (10-Dec-00 00:30:03)
(OOC: Oops...that's a mix between "leaps off his stool" and "leaps out of his seat"...sorry. Pick one and run with it.) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:33:55)
(ooc: i don't know... i'm getting a big kick out of "leaps out of his stool" ) (n/t) (Banagher OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:35:53)
**Finally catching on to what's happening, the infant squalls loudly, much to the cat's irritation. He tears through the woods, sometimes in the trees, running along branches with the defiance of gravity that is his gift as a cat, and other times, he slips under the brush, running on the flat ground with swift and light paws** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 00:35:29)
Vizon tears after them, the edges of his long brown coat whipping behind him, "Drop that dibbun!" (n/t) (VR) (10-Dec-00 00:40:46)
**Banagher hesitates, weighing his apathetic nature with the look that Sidhe is giving him. He gives in and chases after Vizon** (n/t) (Banagher) (10-Dec-00 00:43:30)
(OOC: I know....it's a corny thing to say, but I couldn't think of anything extraordinarilly ingenious to say at the moment and so neither could Vizon...) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:43:33)
(OOC: (grins self-mockingly and holds index finger in air) "Drop that dibbun!" (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:45:07)
(ooc: Now the cat needs to say "Drat! Foiled again!") (n/t) (B OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:47:11)
LOL.... that's classic.... (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:51:45)
But isn't that guy s'posed to have a bushy mustache? (n/t) (M's C) (10-Dec-00 00:49:00)
hey, moustache...whiskers...it's all the same. you can twirl whiskers nefariously. (n/t) (Banagher OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:51:52)
**Despite those touching and original words (tee hee hee), the cat still carries the vole tucked under one arm** (n/t) (Moore ) (10-Dec-00 00:47:52)
(OOC: Hmmm. Volebabe...Bed...volebabe...bed...yeah, i'm going to have to call it a night. it's been fun. sorry to skip out on the choice phrases and nefarious deeds. later.) (n/t) (Banagher and Sidhe's Creator OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:50:50)
Oh yeah - just leave the baby vole to get eaten you cold-hearted fiend! Some moralist you are! (snicker...) (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 00:53:38)
**Chants a few 'yeah!'s off to the side** (n/t) (M's C) (10-Dec-00 00:56:05)
Vizon growls loudly and turns up the speed, snow flying from his boots... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:50:32)
**The cat stops running suddenly, turning and pausing for a second to watch as the mink nears. He's seen this beast before... The thought must wait. The cat's burden gives an especially loud shreik as the cat slips up high in a nearby tree. He waits in the higher branches** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 00:54:52)
Vizon comes to a halt a few yards from where the tracks end and glares up into the trees. He subconsiously reaches for the sword across his back, but then recalls his substitution of winter attire... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 00:58:27)
**The volebabe's cries stop suddenly after a dull thud from up in the tree** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 01:01:38)
Vizon winces, feeling a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach. He sets his jaw and begins to climb up after the cat. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 01:03:45)
Well, how uncanny. **The voice from up above is a hiss, a whisper, but it carries a deathly weight** You'd risk your life for a scrap of meat? I've not heard the like. (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 01:09:15)
Vizon continues to climb, ".....murderer..." he hisses through clenched teeth. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 01:10:49)
**An icy chuckle decends** The babe lives... until you lose. I'd not have it bleeding to leave a trail, after all. I'm a killer, not an idiot. (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 01:13:48)
He peers warily up through the branches, trying to catch sight of the black cat that seems to blend in with every shadow. He continues to climb until he can make out the figure of Moore.. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 01:21:50)
**He sits on a slightly untrustworthy branch, smirking down coldly at the mink. There is no sighs on the vole, except for a sack under the cat's cloak, which appears to have gained a great amount of mass** So, what will you do now, great warrior? Climb higher so I can leap to another tree, perhaps? (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 01:26:38)
(Oops... that should be 'sign', not 'sighs'.) (n/t) (M's C) (10-Dec-00 01:29:22)
(OOC: Oh, I see - so it's "There's no sign on the vole"...but why would there be? And what would it say? "Victim #4"? or "Reserved"? (n/t) (VR, OOC) (10-Dec-00 01:36:10)
(Dangit! That should be 'of'...) (n/t) (M's C ) (10-Dec-00 01:45:42)The cat's phrase, however mocking, causes the mink to pause and deliberate...this may not be the best strategy after all....Vizon stops, "I'll follow you no matter how many trees you jump to. Give me the babe and I'll leave you alone for now." (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 01:32:51)
**The cat snorts** And what'll I eat tonight, pray tell? Snow? Not my favorite choice. Go back down the tree and save yourself some time. (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 01:42:00)
"I don't care what you eat or if you eat at all! Now hand over the dibbun or you will regret it for the rest of your short life." His own dark fur blends in with the shadows, obscurring his exact location. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 01:46:44)
**The cat's tail swishes back and forth** Alright then. If we're not going to get along about this, you might as well go back down. I'll give you the chance to simply get this over with early. (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 01:52:11)
Vizon, tired of trying to reason with the villain, says nothing but climbs higher, his steps quiet enough that it is hard to tell whether he is going up or down the tree. He drops a few loose sticks down to make noise nearer the bottom of the tree, but is actually climbing higher for a better advantage. (OOC: I figure it's pretty dark now and, the many branches of the tree, Vizon's fur color, and the fact that he is on the opposite side of the trunk should make it difficult for Moore to see him.) (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 01:59:41)
**The cat, almost certain he sees the mink at the base of the tree, begins a swift decent himself** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 02:03:41)
Vizon positions himself above the cat and as soon as Moore reaches the bottom, he drops, not daring to wait for the cat to notice he is alone. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 02:08:53)
**As the cat hits the ground, he falls into a defensive crouch, expecting an attack from one side or the other, but not from above. As the heavier mink crashes down on him, the sack from over his shoulder goes flying off to one side, landing neatly in a snowbank and the cat is stunned for the moment** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 02:17:17)
Vizon draws his sword from a sheath at his side under the edge of his coat thinking that it's going to take some getting used to... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 02:20:02)
**The sound of Vizon's blade being drawn brings the cat swiftly back to his senses. He scrabbles in the snow for a moment, until he's facing the mink and struggles to his feet** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 02:32:08)
Vizon walks towards the cat, keeping the blade near enough so that he won't try anything stupid. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 02:36:38)
**Moore falls back to his rear in the snow, crab scuttling out of Vizon's reach. A quick motion takes his paw to the dagger concealed in his boot, which he flings at Vizon's stomach as a diversion while he rises** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 02:38:00)
Having already experienced the sensation of being stabbed in the stomach with a dagger, Vizon tries to dodge the flying blade, but raises his arm at the same time to block it (knowing he probably won't be able to move fast enough). He'd rather get his arm cut a little than have another dagger buried in his abdomen. Lucky for Vizon, the knife hits his wrist handle first and bounces harmlessly to the ground. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 02:44:44)
**The blade has still served its purpose though, for now the cat is on his feet, in a crouch, with a scimitar in each paw and a twisted smirk on his face** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 02:47:44)
Ah! Vizon smiles, he is on his home turf now. He'd rather face steel than shadows in trees any day. He readys his sword, and takes on his veteran fighter's stance. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 02:55:53)
**The cat wades in, testing depth. He pokes an experimental jab at his opponent's midriff** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 02:58:29)
He holds his position, twisting his sword deftly to counter the blow if it were carried out. He stands, with a grin on his face, wavering the blade tip in a small circle, ready to strike and counter at any moment.... (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 03:01:59)
**The cat's eyes flare with glee and he offers a thrust, much quicker than before, but in the same place, followed shortly by a slash at the mink's mid-thigh range** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 03:05:46)
Engages the cat in the death dance, stepping into the thrust to absorb most of the blow's power and then stepping agiley off to the side to easily deflect the sideswing - which throws Moore off balance. Before the cat can recover Vizon counters with a swift strike to Moore's side. (n/t) (Vizon) (10-Dec-00 03:16:42)
**The cat loses his balance and falls to one knee, but to his advantage, he blocks the swinging blade with a vertical one of his own and follows up with a swipe to the mink's upper legs again with the other scimitar** (n/t) (Moore) (10-Dec-00 03:22:28)
Vizon barely jumps back in time, reprimanding himself mentally for being out of practice. However, since swordplay is Vizon's pet hobby, it won't take long for him to return to his former self. He grins, relishing the free-flow of adrenaline and test of agility and brawn. He keeps the sword close so as not to expose himself and cuts his blade expertly through the frosty air with a side strike then follows it with a spasmodic vertical swing towards the cat's chin. (Vizon)
**Foolishly assuming that the mink is at his full potential, Moore's eyes glitter coldly with something resembling a child's glee. When the counter comes, his err is revealed. He deftly deflects the slice to his side with his corresponding blade, but the upward movement was completely unexpected and he hurriedly leans back to avoid the loss of his nose. In spite of his feline reflexes, more than a few lengths of whisker drop to the snow. Snarling with irritation, the tom flings himself forward, aiming a diagonal slash across Vizon's chest and a stab for the lower stomach in horribly precise coordination** (Moore)
Vizon has a millisecond to react, his swordsman instinct kicking in. He jumps off to one side and grips his sword so that the fatal jab is avoided and the diagonal slash at least partially deflected as it forces itself down the length of his blade. This leaves both fighters open with their swords locked, but Moore seems to have the advantage with two scimitars. Vizon leaps deftly back to both avoid the second weapon and free his own. He moves around the cat, sword at the ready, breath spouting heavily in thick clouds from his nostrils. He hasn't had so much fun since his and Mohok's ship was attacked by looters (AKA sea rats). (Vizon)
**The cat, having experienced swordsbeasts as good and better than himself before this point, has developed a trick to frighten most would-be opponents into retreat. He takes a few hop-steps back from his enemy before beginning a showy display of slashes, jabs, and hooks in empty air, all a part of a style that is used mostly to put fear in an enemy, swashbuckling. He shows his fangs in a vicious grin as he goes, all gleaming dull white in the night's light with the acception of one golden fang replacement** (Moore)
Vizon returns the grin, though it could just as easily be interpreted as a snarl. He simply holds his sword at the ready and motions a challenge with two clawed fingers as if to say, "Come get some!"
**The cat, highly displeased that his trick didn't even faze this one, emits a low yowl before wading in, attempting a double slash to the mink's hips and shoulders, blades parallel to one another and the ground**
Vizon jumps back and moves like a flash, striking the cat's scimitars in a circular motion that crosses them together and then forces them backwards, his sword between the crossed blades. His grin never leaves his face as he pushes the tom so that he either has to walk or bend over backwards (though if he does not move and bends backwards, all three blades will be mere inches from his nose...)
**The agile cat leaps back, disengaging his weapons from the hold in the same instant, before rushing back in, aiming a diagonal slash for the mink's midriff and keeping his other blade ready for a second attack**
Tiring of this endless game, Vizon loses patience. He dodges easily and comes back at the tom with a roar and a combination of quick slashes that come so fast and so violently that Moore can only defend. Vizon just wants this to be over.
**Moore defends as best he can, but looses the desire for this fight soon enough. He disengages and hop-skips back a fair distance before realizing he's on the wrong side of his foe to retrieve the prize he's worked for. At this, he snarls at the mink out of frustration before streaking off into the blackness, faster now that he is unburdened**
Vizon looks after the tom, making certain he is really gone and not planning some surprise attack once he lets down his guard - not that Vizon ever lets down his guard... He saunters over to the sack and scoops it up. He peers briefly inside and is rewarded with a deafening shriek. Vizon's muzzle wrinkles and he decides to leave the babe in the sack for the majority of the trip back to the hall...
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