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~ MALBORO INVASION ~



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[ Oh! A bush! That wasn't there before, was it? No, no it wasn't. The curious moogle pads its way over to the newly arrived bush, prodding at it with a paw. It moved, a low growl emitting from it. Bushes didn't growl!

It raised up, stretching long tentacle legs, gnashing razor sharp teeth. ]
M...m...MONSTER!!! [ The moogle started to run as fast as it's little legs could carry it, arms flailing, pom pom bouncing. ] Monster! It's a Monster!!!

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[ OOC: These random 'bushes' have turned up almost everywhere. All in different sizes - some tiny, some giant. Only, they aren’t bushes at all, but sleeping Malboros. And not your usual strain of Malboro either, but a deadly hybrid Malboro. They're strong; very strong.

Best not try slaying one alone unless you're a warrior – or you're rather foolish. Group together, help each other rid the world of these foul beasts. Once slain, they will not respawn. But there are many – hundreds – all over Gaia.

Reply to this post, make your own posts, create your own threads, make subthreads, communicate about the sightings over Mognet. Reply to other people! Go crazy and have fun!! ]

Date: 2011-02-26 10:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] southswordsman.livejournal.com
Zack panted softly, looking around wildly as he stood in the Alexandrian marketplace, the Requiem clutched in his hands as he looked around. All around, people were fleeing the scene, and just as well, because Zack wasn't at all sure he could protect them all from the beasts. Malboros, plantlike creatures that slowly digested prey over a course of years, filled with all manner of vile substances, both of which added to their noxious scent and all around unpleasantness. Still, the elasticity of their tentacles as well as resistance to electricity was valued in the production of weapons and armors, and braised Malboro was a common enough ingredient in some of the dishes Zack especially liked. Food made from monsters was a specialty of his, after all!

Somewhere, he'd lost track of Rachel, and though he knew she'd be fine, he couldn't help but worry! "Run! Run you idiot, don't just stand there gaping!" Zack shouted at one man, leaping through the morning air to cleave a tentacle from the main mass of one of the pair of strange 'bushes' that had cropped up overnight. Zack, ex-SOLDIER 1st Class and all around expert at numerous things, monsterology being one of them, didn't know what to make of these things. The severed tentacle wriggled on the ground, soon rejoining the main mass, and when he hit the ground, it had all but healed from his strike.

"Go! I got this!" he didn't know that for sure, but he was a Hero! He'd get these people out, and make sure he took these things -down-! "Alright you stinky bastards, gimme yer best freakin' shot!" he yelled it as he dashed at one, sword held back to one side, planning on striking aside lancing pseudopods that would seek to grip and bind him, or rend him asunder.

Date: 2011-02-28 04:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] royal-blitz.livejournal.com
It was actually random chance that had brought him to the Alexandrian Marketplace today. He'd figured on buying some provisions, before heading to the harbour to catch his boat. The time he'd spent with Terra, and Gau at the Lindblum festival had inspired him to take a trip. Not back to Figaro, as he'd been there but a few months ago. No, he planned to see other things. Narshe, Doma, maybe he'd even stop by Mobliz as he'd mused about with Terra.

He had no sooner finished his shopping, the large sack of food in his hand, than a flurry of screams seemed to echo around him. It was as if unbridled chaos had simply erupted around him. "What in the name of--" Sabin spoke as he turned from the stall, to face the rest of the market. His sentence was interupted by a sudden mass of tentacle shooting towards him. A nimble leap to the side allowed him to dodge the attack, though the stall was not so lucky. The tentacle slammed towards the stall, fruit, and vegetables flying through the air as the natural weapon was retracted.

His eyes followed the writing pseudopod to the source. A monstrously large Malboro. Or was it an Ochu? He always got the two confused. "Wow! You're huge!" The creature seemed to hesitate momentarily. A reaction likely brought on by Sabin's lack of fear regarding the monster. Then the tentacles lashed out again. A pair speeding towards him, likely hoping to grapple him, and squeeze the life out of him.

He didn't give them the chance, with an effort from his mighty muscles he leapt back. The tentacles slamming into the ground, tearing up the street with the force of the impact. Sabin himself landed on the roof of a building that had been right behind him. Making use of his bird's eye view to scan the distance. Most everyone was fleeing full force from the city, the stall owner he'd been talking to a moment ago was also dashing away as fast as he could.

In fact, other than the City Guard that was hedging their way towards the creatures, to slow their advance he could only see one other figure. They weren't too far from each other actually, and this dark haired figure seemed to be rushing towards a Malboro himself. "Hey? Do you need any help?" He cupped his hands together to shout out at the stranger. As if he were oblivious to the danger he was currently in himself. At this distance he couldn't recognize the stranger for Zack, whom he'd met at Figaro Castle just a few months ago.

Date: 2011-02-28 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] southswordsman.livejournal.com
Zack heard a familiar voice calling out to him, and slapped the tentacles away from himself, turning to see Sabin. He'd spent months training with the buff Prince of Figaro, though he'd never been able to master even the most basic Blitz maneuver, he was just too focused on what -he- already knew how to do. That didn't stop him from remembering Sabin though, the same way he remembered everyone who'd had an impact on his life, and with Zack, those memories were more powerful than simply electrical impulses in his brain.

The ex-SOLDIER spun his sword around and planted it on his back, memories of the hot desert winds coming to mind, the smell of sand, the feel of it on his skin. He turned around to the Malboro who'd tried to grab him, slamming his hands down and to one side, a brilliant white light blossoming in his fingers, growing as Zack focused. The Malboro lined up another barrage of tentacles as the other breathed in, preparing to engulf the would-be hero in its noxious breath! Zack cut loose with an Aurablast, fueled by memories of Sabin, that blew the second Malboro back on its heels, and caught the first full in the 'face', though it still lunged at him!

"Think a bear like me can help?" Sabin's voice echoed in his mind, and one would see several wispy shadows join him, each taking the same stance as Zack and lending his power to the blast. Sabin after Sabin after Sabin joined in, until the Aurablast was simply blinding in intensity, burning the first Malboro down to a few stumpy tentacles and some ichor that stained the ground. Drained, Zack shook his head to clear it as the Sabin shades blew away, and turned to the second monster, drawing his sword and taking a deep breath right before a cloud of fumes hit him, his whole body protesting at the sheer vileness of the attack.

Date: 2011-02-28 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] royal-blitz.livejournal.com
The stranger seemed capable of defending himself, slapping away the tentacles with the flat of his blade. Sabin had been just about to turn back to his own monster, when the swordsman sheathed his blade. Did he plan on going up against the Malboro bare handed? That was ridiculous! (Nevermind that Sabin was about to do just that himself), but what really caught his attention was the posture that Zack had taken up. It was reminiscent of his Blitz techniques. In particular, the Aurabolt.

There was no one else with the capability of performing the Blitz, save for Sabin. However he had attempted to pass his techniques onto Zack, training him for a brief period. The man had seemed unable to learn even the most basic of maneuvers dependably, but there were times where Zack seemed to be able to perform feats far beyond the basic Blitz techniques. When Sabin had asked once, Zack had merely shrugged, and said something relating to the power of memories. A strange man indeed.

Sabin had to turn his gaze away from the attack, which was indeed blinding in it's intensity. It seemed the attack had drawn the attention of the second Malboro, leaving Sabin by his lonesome. That certainly would not do, and with the mental discipline borne of his years training under Duncan, he simply put his thoughts out of his mind. Focusing himself on the battle that lay before him.

A deep breath in, and then out. This was repeated several times as he dug deep within himself, bending his energy towards his will. The wind in the marketplace seemed to pick up. A breeze, which in seconds turned into a raging wind. There was a glimmer in his eyes as he focused them on the Malboro. His hands seemed to move as if he were grasping the wind, and he held them out to either side as he dug his feet into the roof beneath him.

With a sudden burst of strength he leapt off the roof, seeming to use the wind itself to magnify his already impressive leap. One hand shot out, and then the other. To the keen observer, it would seem as if blades of compressed air slammed into the second Malboro, cutting deep into the sea of pseudopods. Not a moment later he slammed into the creature himself, his shoulder lowered as if he were tackling it. The sheer force of his momentum was enough to rock the monumental creature back a step or two.

The downside to his attack, was that after hitting the Malboro he had nothing to grab onto. So he plummeted to the ground. A good ten foot fall, that he tried to take gracefully, but still the force of it drove him down to a knee when he landed. "C'mon, you're not going to let a little Bad Breath get ya down, are you?" The words rumbled from him, as he rose from a knee, and to his feet. Wincing as he did so. The fall had probably bruised something, Zack had been hit in the face with something he could smell from here, and the Malboro was already recovering from his attack, a seemingly limitless amount of tentacles writing within it's mane as it turned to deal with them both.

Date: 2011-02-28 10:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] southswordsman.livejournal.com
Zack coughed and hacked a bit as he shrugged off a good deal of the effects of the Bad Breath, his body made of sterner stuff than most, due in part to training, and also to the mako that inundated his flesh and blood. He staggered a bit on his feet, peering around through the thick, putrid miasma, spotting the real Sabin and managing a grin, "Heh, I've had worse morning breath than this thing can output, no worries!" of course, it took a few moments, but Zack noticed a bright red light above his head as he got his bearings, and, glancing up, he sighed. "Great.." his counter said something like two minutes, less now that he'd stopped to think about it.

"Looks like we got about two minutes to handle this before I'm a liability.." he took a step, then realized he couldn't feel his feet. "Aw crap, really?!" he sighed, clunking his boot down with a frown. Sentenced to death (which was really more just fainting as a neurotoxin that was making him and others hallucinate the counter overloaded his nervous system and knocked him out), AND slow petrification?! If one didn't get him, the other would, and then they'd both wind up as chow for this big, stinking plant thing! The ex-SOLDIER whipped his sword, the Requiem, off his back and nodded to Sabin.

"These buggers can regenerate somehow, they're huge, they're strong, and they stink worse than a regular freakin' Malboro! I'd blame Hojo or ShinRa for this thing, but it seems more their style to modify humans, not Malboros!" Zack took a few moments to check his footing, even with petrified feet.. he'd be slower, but he could manage to be helpful, "Alright Sabin, I really don't think I'll be moving all that much in the next few seconds, so you'll have to distract it while I work some magic." actual magic; he'd come across Materia awhile ago, and had begun raising it as SOLDIERs were taught to. He could blast this thing, so long as it didn't kick his ass for trying!

Date: 2011-02-28 11:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] royal-blitz.livejournal.com
Sabin grinned in a conspiratorial manner, in response to Zack's tough words. It seemed that the dark haired fighter was made of pretty stern stuff, to ignore the effects of this particular attack. The grin however withered as he noticed the red light sitting over Zack's head. He'd seen that particular light before, and nothing good ever came of it.

"Right. So we just beat this thing in under two minutes. Sounds simple." Sabin was cracking his knuckles as he spoke, the way he said it made the idea sound ridiculously simple. If they only had two minutes, win in under two. It didn't take a genius to figure that out.

Sabin had a fair idea who both ShinRa, and Hojo were. If only because Zack and he spent a lot of time talking to each other between, and during training sessions. "Don't know where they come from, but I know where we're going to put 'em." He seemed pretty confident in their ability to handle the situation, and rightly so. Between them, they were the two toughest guys in the city.

"I'll try to leave a piece for you." An off hand comment, and a stolen glance towards Zack informed Sabin why the ex-SOLDIER wouldn't be moving. Fine by him, it'd be easier for him if Zack stayed put, it meant he could go all out.

Sabin wasted no more time with idle thoughts, or conversation. He simply charged towards the beast, with agility that belied his bear-like physique. The tentacles began to fly, and Sabin had all he could handle dodging in time. A stutter step to the right, a quick roll to the left. The green apendages missed him by inches, tearing up bits of ground in the recoil of their whip-like elasticity.

"You've got to be faster than that!" His proclaim sounded exalted, as he leapt up towards the creature. his range was severely limited, and he figured the most damage would be done attacking the creature's 'face' as it were, to do that he needed to bring himself into the air. As he only had a small handful of attacks that could be used at a range.

It even seemed to be working, he'd dodged a mass of tentacles to get close enough to the creature, and he was sailing through the air towards it. His fist brought to bear, to slam right into the creature's teeth, and just when he was within range a tentacle whipped out from the side, completely unexpected. The impact was incredible as the pseudopod slammed into his ribs, continuing to press into him as it drove him straight into the side of a building, and through the stone wall. The building crumbling to one side, thankfully anyone who had been inside had long since vacated.

The Malboro, seemingly thinking that his query was finished turned it's attention towards Zack. Starting to lumber towards the ex-SOLDIER, to get within the greatest possible range for it's attacks. It was learning, knowing that if it stood far enough away either of these two seemed to be able to dodge it's tentacles. The creature paused however, when it felt pressure on one of it's appendages. Like something was trying to hold him back.

"Get back here, you slimy pus bucket. I'm not done with you yet." There was Sabin, standing in the rubble of the building. Blood was caked into his blonde hair, some of it running down his scalp, but he was still standing. With both beefy arms wrapped around a tentacle. His strength was so great, that he actually succeeded in keeping the Malboro from advancing. Now it was some kind of crazy tug of war, the creature attempting to break away, with Sabin attempting to drag the disgusting thing back towards him. It would likely only distract the creature for a second or two, before it shook off it's surprise and attacked him with another bevy of tentacles.

Date: 2011-03-01 11:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] southswordsman.livejournal.com
Zack's luminous eyes had widened when he saw the Malboro grip his friend and throw him through several buildings, then crush him into another. Immediately, he readied his mind to cast several spells at once, in somewhat of a panic as he thought rapidly, then he settled on just the one he'd need to repeat over and over. In all his travels in all parts of the world, fire had been what had stopped regenerating things, and plant monsters, and pretty much anything that wasn't made of fire, and so Zack tended to rely on fire spells as a first line of magical offense. The raven-haired hero slammed the Buster Sword point-down into the cobbles beside him, the razor edge of his weapon sinking into the stone like a knife in butter. The man's counter continued to tick down, a constant reminder of how little time he had to pull this off, and so he did his best to drive the memories of the magic through his veins, coalescing in a sort of liquid flame that ran down his arms and dripped from the tips of his fingers, sizzling and splattering on the ground before he began to ball the material up.

He built more and more power as the creature turned towards him, to the point where he began to feel the telltale tingle of mageburn up his arms and down his back, likely raising welts and blood-filled blisters, and worse if he continued past this spell. He was casting beyond his means, as he sapped his spirit as well as the memories in the mako, liquid representation of the Lifestream, in his blood. A bright blue orb in his armor shone brilliantly, amping up his spent reserves, consuming the fat stores in his toned body, giving him a haggard and drawn appearance, eyes somewhat sunken as if he were very tired, and malnourished. The fireball in his hands built and grew, blossoming into a brilliant ball of fire that surrounded the ex-SOLDIER in a sphere.

Here was the power wielded by a 1st Class SOLDIER! Here was the might of Materia when paired with a soul that truly resonated with the memories of the Ancients, with a body that could fuel such release! Here, now, Zack drove himself to the raw and jagged limit, and he had just enough time to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the Malboro stop in its tracks. If it could look confused, it certainly might have. Zack spent those precious seconds calling upon the deepest memories in the materia, before leaning forward on completely petrified legs and launching his assault, a massive fireball followed and orbited by two slightly smaller ones. They shone nearly white-hot in their intensity, and slammed into the Malboro's body, burning away plantlike flesh and elastic tentacles.

The creature let out a high, sharp shriek of terror borne of pain, as its insides boiled and sores began to erupt all over its body. Unlike a normal fire spell, this one burst, then again, and a third time, engulfing the creature in a firestorm as Zack teetered and had to steady himself lest he fall and break off his legs. He panted, hoping Sabin could finish off the considerably weakened creature; he must not have been quite up to snuff yet, 'cause Zack didn't have anything left!

Whoops

Date: 2011-03-01 11:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] southswordsman.livejournal.com
OOC: Zack's sword is the Requiem. Hurf durf.))

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Date: 2011-02-26 11:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] takeoffmyhead.livejournal.com
Quistis had made her way to Lindblum. There was a man who specialised in her weapon that was travelling, and she figured that she'd best go and see him while she knew where he was. That, and there was every chance she might run into...well, she shook her head, thinking herself stupid for having such thoughts.

Still, she'd found the man setting up his stall in town, and she was first in the queue to have her weapon looked at, fixed, and updated.

Date: 2011-02-27 12:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thespianred.livejournal.com
Blank made his way through Lindblum. He'd spent much of the morning teaching some of the poorer kids how to play the magically wonderfully addictive game of Tetra Master. He'd left them each with one card to keep to add to their new decks - he'd stolen them on his last trip to Treno from some very stuck up noblemen.

He bit into a crisp apple, chewing thoughtfully when she caught sight of a head of blonde hair. His stomach did a backflip. It couldn't be... could it? Nah. His mind was playing tricks. Even so, he decided to take a closer look, sneaking over to a bench, peeking around it.

Date: 2011-02-27 12:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] takeoffmyhead.livejournal.com
Quistis thanked the man, digging into her purse for the suitable amount of gil. The man said something to her, a trademan's flirting, but she smiled weakly and stepped aside to allow the next customer to see him.

She glanced around her, keen eyes looking for a place to rest. Half looking for someone too... But, in looking she never noticed, so she just made her way casually across to the bench where she could sit and examine her weapon.

Date: 2011-02-27 12:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thespianred.livejournal.com
No mistaking her now! It was her. His mind hand't been playing tricks. He rested one hand on the back of the bench to keep his balance before peeking around the bench more until his head of red hair was in full sight.

He shot Quistis a smile. "Fancy seeing you here!"

Date: 2011-02-27 12:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] takeoffmyhead.livejournal.com
Talk about giving her a heart attack! Quistis visibly jumped as she went to sit down, hands clutching tighter around that whip. But after the shock, she noticed who it was, and her face flushed over pink. Sure, she had wanted to see him, but hadn't expected it to happen so suddenly!

Date: 2011-02-27 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thespianred.livejournal.com
What could he say? He liked making a grand entrance. He gave a slight chuckle, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you jump."

His smile grew into a grin. "What brings you all the way out here?" Not that he was complaining!

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Date: 2011-03-02 04:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] immoralkuja.livejournal.com
Niveus King was a businessman, and not even a self-made one at that; he'd inherited his fortune, and while he'd done an admirable job of maintaining it despite Treno's high-velocity, high-spending lifestyle and the financial demands impressed upon him by a certain silver-haired man, the fact remained that his life was far more cerebral than it was physical and that nothing in it had prepared him to see a Malboro on his front lawn. He stood just outside of the auction house and stared at it uncomprehendingly until it set upon and devoured the nearest pedestrian, a noble from the house of Antiquus who had provided him with a great deal of business over the years. Then he rushed inside, slammed the door, and abandoned his loyal customer to fate. It was all he could think of to do.

This first creature was not the only one to appear, but it was the first to draw Kuja's attention. Huge gouts of blood splashed across the flagstones and rich and poor alike panicked, screamed distantly, fled for their lives as a handful of other Malboros were discovered throughout the waterfront and slums. Kuja watched it all from the second-story balcony, no small amount of irritation darkening his face. A muscle twitched in his set jaw. Treno was his, his city, his plaything, his sandbox, and this invasion of it, this trespass onto his property, made him furious.

He raised his hand, calling to his Guardian Force, and a column of blinding light pierced the sky and brought the dragon to earth in a flash of tucked wings and hot sulfur-scented breath. Its appearance helped to reassure the terrified citizens not at all; he didn't care. What was one more beast at this point?

"Go," he snarled, and as it streaked past him to deal with the nearest Malboro he vanished back into the auction house. If they were to be overrunning the town, he had a few things to keep out of their slimy, tentacled grasp.

Date: 2011-03-05 10:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xshatterheartx.livejournal.com
Treno's Auction House was just the place for a little spot of piracy. The rare items were sure to fetch a good price on the market if you knew what you were looking for and who to sell to - which Fran was quite the expert in. That is what had brought her to Treno in the first place.

She hadn't expected to be assaulted by Malboros. Especially ones of a stronger vein than she was used to. Nor had she expected to see such a grand beast overhead - but it seemed to be attacking the Malboros and not the townsfolk, so for now it wasn't her biggest concern.

She readied her bow, shooting arrows into the eyes of one of the fiends, blinding it. Tentacles thrashed and squirmed as it tried to attack it's prey.

Date: 2011-03-06 08:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] immoralkuja.livejournal.com
The dragon banked sharply, its six wings throwing up an incredible downdraft, and landed with a crash that jarred the entire courtyard. It struck fast and true, its considerable weight bearing down on the Malboro--not the first resort that one would expect from one of the Bahamuts, and yet here it was attacking with claws and teeth rather than the great beam of magic it was known for, almost as if--

Well, as if it were trying to minimize the collateral damage.

Some was unavoidable. Its tail whipped into a lamppost, sending it into the facade of a nearby restaurant, and one of the Malboro's flailing tentacles broke a window open as it attempted to struggle free. All things told, however, it could have been worse. The Malboro was pinned and couldn't get away, though it did put up a hell of a fight.

At some point the auction house door slammed open to admit Kuja in ill temper. He carried a satchel over one shoulder and seemed to be arguing with someone inside the building, growling, "I don't know, you useless man! Hide in the basement and try not to die!"

Another voice: "Wait, don't--what if they get in? I can't fight them!"

Kuja brought himself up short, exasperation carved into every line of his face. He ignored, for a moment, the altercation between his Guardian Force and the dying Malboro, ignored the others nearby and faraway; instead he glared back at the door, his fingers beating an idle, annoyed rhythm out on the side of his bag. "Fine," he said at last through clenched teeth, and then his peripheral vision caught a flash of movement: one of the other Malboros going crazy as it tried to attack someone, arrows feathering its many eyes like sewing needles. Vexed, he threw a bolt of concentrated energy at the monster cum pincushion.

Date: 2011-03-07 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xshatterheartx.livejournal.com
Fran jumped out of the way of the energy bolt, landing lightly on her feet as trained eyes scanned the area for the source of the energy. A man - or woman - with hair of almost the same shade as Fran's. Not Vieran though. Too short and lacking telltale ears. Stii, it was no time to ponder as tentacles from more Malboros invaded her personal space, crowding around her.

Arrows would do little against the beasts now. Too many in too close an area. She slashed at the ones closest to her with her claws, before drawing on the power of the mist to unleash her deadly Shatterheart assault on them.

Date: 2011-03-02 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lucid-imagery.livejournal.com
How had this happened? She had no idea. It seemed like just a moment ago when Namine had been dreaming. She was on a beach. Not the beach she was familiar with, but the smell of sea water and the sound of the waves was the same. Then she'd seen a...a cat? A funny little cat with a long tail and a bell around it's neck. It had given her the barest of glances, mewed once, and then turned and started trotting away. Compelled by curiosity Namine had followed the cat for quite some time. Until it dash up over a grassy hill and disappeared. The young woman climbed to the top of the hill, where a little group of 3ft tall bushes sat. She gave them an odd look, they seemed out of place. But the hill was a good vantage point so she took a moment to look around, frowning uncomfortably. This dream was lasting an awfully long time, and she'd never had one with such vivid scenery before.

Some mountains were barely visible in the distance, and there was a forest nearby. Farther down the beach she could see a small town and in the other direction....well she wasn't sure what it was but it looked like a really pretty building. But Namine didn't see the cat anywhere so she turned to head back down the hill and maybe over to that town. And that was when she was startled by the cat, who'd apparently snuck around behind her. She gave a little shriek of surprise and skipped back clumsily, tripping and falling and hitting one of the little shrubs, which tipped over somehow and hit the other two shrubs domino style.

The girl rubbed her back a little as the cat hopped up onto her knees and took a look at her before turning and and leaping out of sight, leaving behind...some kind of round stone? And things just kept getting weirder because now the bushes were moving and she could hear them making little grunting noises. Namine got to her feet, picking up the stone, and turned.

The bushes didn't look nearly as innocuous now, as toothy maws widened and tentacles began thrashing about. Suddenly this had gone from dream to nightmare! So Namine did what any sensible unarmed person would do Without even a thought she turned and ran full sprint down the hill toward the town below not bothering to look back and see if they were chasing her. Somehow she had the feeling she really didn't want to know the answer to that.

Date: 2011-03-05 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
Squall had been observing the 'bushes' for some time, trying to come up with a battle plan to deal with them, but once a civillian was put in danger it was his cue to step in, plan or no plan.

"You okay?" He asked as Naminé ran his way. She still had all her limbs - that was a good sign, and she wasn't hacking up her lungs - also a good sign.

He pulled out his gunblade, gripping it tight in a gloved hand. "Go get to safety. I'll handle this!"

Date: 2011-03-05 11:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lucid-imagery.livejournal.com
In what was undoubtedly a weird looking maneuver, Namine saw Squall, and attempted to stop, but her forward momentum from the hill only allowed her to slow down a bit so the best she was able to do was to changed direction, run around him, THEN finally stop. She placed her hands on her knees, panting a little. "I..I think I'm okay." She responded and forced herself to look up at him for politeness sake. She wanted to ask if she was really having some crazy dream, but decided it would be best to wait until things were safe again.

"I...I'm sorry I wish I could be more helpful" Namine apologized. For the first time she realized that she had never held a weapon before, and probably wouldn't be much help if she tried now. How had she managed to make it for so long without even basic fighting ability was beyond her. She didn't leave though, if nothing else she could at least keep an eye on him. Namine gave a little nod, still clutching that stone the cat had left her.

"I'll be careful!"

Date: 2011-03-06 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
Lion Heart's blade glowed a bright blue as Squall charged at the Malboros. Three on one were hardly fair odds, but sometimes you just had to take that risk. He danced and dived between thrashing tentacles, slicing and slashing at them with his gunblade.

One caught him off-guard, flinging him back hard across the ground, Lion Heart clattering to the ground in the opposite direction. He struggled to catch his breath, the wind was well and truly knocked out of him. But he raised a gloved hand sending a wave of Firaga magic at the Malboros to buy him some time.

Date: 2011-03-06 09:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ignis-vis-vires.livejournal.com
A few more precious seconds came in the form of a roar that bounced off of and down the hill, throaty and explosive and full of challenge. It was a fearsome, purposeful noise, one that was intended to draw attention. Streaking toward the commotion was a beast sketched in red, brown, and white, flashing teeth. It could have been taken for another monster at first glance, save that it was making an effort to distract the Malboros away from Squall.

And though it was too far away to leap upon one, it appeared to have other methods of fighting. Nanaki jerked his head, sending out a current of lighting that shot across the distance between himself and the most easily-targeted Malboro.

Date: 2011-03-08 09:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lucid-imagery.livejournal.com
Things had taken a downturn for the man. With a sharp breath Namine watched the struggle at first, but when his weapon was sent flying the girl ran into the battle without a second thought. She grabbed the weapon as carefully as she could while still hurrying and lashed out at one of the beasts, swinging it as best she could even though it was quite heavy and she wasn't used to the feel of the weight. Once the creature backed up she planned to give the weapon back to it's rightful owner.

Date: 2011-03-10 12:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
Thank Hyne for small mercies. Squall had been saved by a wolf... dog... lion... thing! It gave him time to find his footing and find his weap... oh god... What was the kid doing with Lion Heart? This wasn't good. If she didn't get eaten by Malboros, then she'd probably dislocate her shoulder or something.

Squall concentrated his energies into summoning his guardian force. His own form flickered in and out of visability as he fought the approaching neverspace that threatened to consume him whilst the beast was in action. Eventually, he stopped flickering, and the winged beast roared into action.

Taking a few brief seconds to regain his sense, Squall rushed over to Naminé. "Thought I told you to get to safety?!"

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