If Only We Had Some Pirates... [Solo Log]
Characters: Arthur (buchananneket)
Date/Time: Apr 19 late evening/Apr 20 early morning
Location: Section 4 housing
Rating: PG-13 for excessive violence and cruelty to tribbles
Summary: Ninjas attack, Arthur deals with it and learns something neat about himself.
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Arthur was starting to get used to the sound of rabid fan girls screaming and banging at their apartment's front door, which is why, just before drifting off to sleep, he was dragged back to consciousness by the sound of silence.
Huh, that was weird. Arthur almost called out to them from bed, but, realizing that his roommates were probably asleep, decided to quietly go check on them instead. Arthur dragged the couch away from the door and peeked outside. Nothing. No sign of anyone. With a sigh, Arthur went back to his room, geared up, and then walked out the front door.
Out among the branches, everything was surprisingly quiet except for a soft, muffled sobbing sound coming from somewhere in front of him.
"Hello?" Arthur called out, walking forward hoping his eyes would adjust to the dark soon. "Is someone th-OW!" Arthur felt a slight sting on the back of his neck. "Damn bugs," Arthur said, swatting the spot and feeling something fuzzy. He grabbed it, pulled it out of his neck with a slight tug, and inspected it. It was a slender dart of some sort with a brightly colored ball of fluff on the end. "...Huh."
Just then, the sobbing he heard before got louder as a young girl came running towards him out of the darkness, crying. "Hey, are you alright? What hap-" Arthur began to say before noticing flashes of light behind her. "DOWN!" he yelled, pushing her head down just as three shuriken cut through the now empty air and into Arthur's shoulder.
"Ow, damn it! Alright, who threw that? Come out here!" Arthur yelled into the darkness. As if taking that as their cue, six dark figures appeared out of the shadows on the branch with Arthur, three in front of him and three behind him. As Arthur's eyes finally began to adjust, he realized that he recognized what they were. Ninjas, just like in the dream he had before waking up in Edensphere.
Damn it, I hate nin-" Arthur managed to say before being cut off by the sting of four more darts hitting him in the chest. "Ouch. Seriously, guys," Arthur said, looking down at his chest, his voice slurring just a bit. "That's just not cool!" As the last word left his lips, his hands, moving at a blur, dipped down to his hip holsters, drew his pistols, and fired two shots each, using the position of the darts to judge the angle of his attacks. Three ninjas fell out of the branches above, their bodies vanishing before they hit the walkway.
"Man, only three? I must be off my game. Anyway, where was I before I started feeling woozy? Oh yeah, I-HEY! GET YOUR HAND OUT OF THERE!" Arthur yelled as the young girl unzipped his pants, grabbed something, and pulled it out. "THAT IS NOT FOR...oh, hey, how'd that get in there?" he said as she held up a small brown furball. "Man, these little guys get everywhere," he said, taking it from her. "Oh well," and, with a negligent toss over his shoulder, he threw the tribble behind him towards the three ninja standing there. A split second later, Arthur grabbed one of his swords and drew it as he turned, slashing a horizontal cut through the air that severed the tribble in two, spraying the startled ninjas with blood.
Using the moment of distraction, Arthur closed the distance quickly, kicking the closest ninja off the branch and swiftly cutting the remaining two down before they had a chance to react. Six down. That just left four more ninja and...one innocent girl all alone, a few feet away. Damn it.
Sure enough, as Arthur turned around, he saw all four of them approaching the helpless girl. She didn't even realize they were there, their katanas drawn and raised to strike. She was too busy staring doe-eyed at Arthur. It may have just been some stupid side effect from a memory crystal, but Arthur didn't want her death on his hands.
"NO!" he screamed, diving towards her to shield her with his body just as the swords came raining down. And, with the wet sounds of sharp blades cutting through fresh meat, Arthur fell as the girl screamed.
And, yet, something about this felt familiar. Like he'd been here before. And, just like that, Arthur remembered that something strikingly similar had happened in his dream. And, just like that, he realized that he was okay. Arthur stood up, and, as he rose, the ninjas backed away slowly.
"No," Arthur said quietly. "You don't get to run away. Not this time." The ninjas broke and ran, but Arthur was quicker. Reaching behind him to grab the nearest katana handle, Arthur freed it from his body with a flick of his wrist using the quickest and easiest way he knew how: out through his side. The pain was intense, but Arthur couldn't care less. Whipping the katana over his head, he flung it at the closest ninja as he gave chase to the rest, jumping over the falling body just as it vanished into nothing.
Drawing his guns again, Arthur opened fire, dropping two more. That just left one, and he wanted this one alive. As he closed the distance, he spotted a brown furball on the branch in front of them. Aiming for the hapless critter, Arthur blew it away, leaving little behind save a few strands of fur...and blood.
As the ninja stepped into the pool of blood and bits, it slipped, falling onto its back. Arthur was on top of it in seconds. "Hi, there, pal," Arthur said, a maniacal grin spreading across his face under his mask. "You should be careful out here," he continued, grabbing the ninja by the neck, lifting it up off the ground, and holding it off the edge of the branch. "You could slip and fall and that's a loooooong way down. So," he said, holding his sword so the tip rest against the ninja's throat. "Why don't you tell me-" Arthur managed to get out before the ninja suddenly vanished.
Arthur stood there for a moment, shaking with rage. On the edge of his awareness, Arthur realized that he had stopped bleeding. His wounds had fully healed. But he could care less. Cursing all the way back to his apartment, Arthur stopped briefly in front of the young girl he had saved earlier. She looked at him, scared and confused, but still with a deep, inexplicable longing in her eyes.
"Go home," Arthur said as he walked past her, opened the door to his apartment, and slammed the door behind him.
Date/Time: Apr 19 late evening/Apr 20 early morning
Location: Section 4 housing
Rating: PG-13 for excessive violence and cruelty to tribbles
Summary: Ninjas attack, Arthur deals with it and learns something neat about himself.
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Arthur was starting to get used to the sound of rabid fan girls screaming and banging at their apartment's front door, which is why, just before drifting off to sleep, he was dragged back to consciousness by the sound of silence.
Huh, that was weird. Arthur almost called out to them from bed, but, realizing that his roommates were probably asleep, decided to quietly go check on them instead. Arthur dragged the couch away from the door and peeked outside. Nothing. No sign of anyone. With a sigh, Arthur went back to his room, geared up, and then walked out the front door.
Out among the branches, everything was surprisingly quiet except for a soft, muffled sobbing sound coming from somewhere in front of him.
"Hello?" Arthur called out, walking forward hoping his eyes would adjust to the dark soon. "Is someone th-OW!" Arthur felt a slight sting on the back of his neck. "Damn bugs," Arthur said, swatting the spot and feeling something fuzzy. He grabbed it, pulled it out of his neck with a slight tug, and inspected it. It was a slender dart of some sort with a brightly colored ball of fluff on the end. "...Huh."
Just then, the sobbing he heard before got louder as a young girl came running towards him out of the darkness, crying. "Hey, are you alright? What hap-" Arthur began to say before noticing flashes of light behind her. "DOWN!" he yelled, pushing her head down just as three shuriken cut through the now empty air and into Arthur's shoulder.
"Ow, damn it! Alright, who threw that? Come out here!" Arthur yelled into the darkness. As if taking that as their cue, six dark figures appeared out of the shadows on the branch with Arthur, three in front of him and three behind him. As Arthur's eyes finally began to adjust, he realized that he recognized what they were. Ninjas, just like in the dream he had before waking up in Edensphere.
Damn it, I hate nin-" Arthur managed to say before being cut off by the sting of four more darts hitting him in the chest. "Ouch. Seriously, guys," Arthur said, looking down at his chest, his voice slurring just a bit. "That's just not cool!" As the last word left his lips, his hands, moving at a blur, dipped down to his hip holsters, drew his pistols, and fired two shots each, using the position of the darts to judge the angle of his attacks. Three ninjas fell out of the branches above, their bodies vanishing before they hit the walkway.
"Man, only three? I must be off my game. Anyway, where was I before I started feeling woozy? Oh yeah, I-HEY! GET YOUR HAND OUT OF THERE!" Arthur yelled as the young girl unzipped his pants, grabbed something, and pulled it out. "THAT IS NOT FOR...oh, hey, how'd that get in there?" he said as she held up a small brown furball. "Man, these little guys get everywhere," he said, taking it from her. "Oh well," and, with a negligent toss over his shoulder, he threw the tribble behind him towards the three ninja standing there. A split second later, Arthur grabbed one of his swords and drew it as he turned, slashing a horizontal cut through the air that severed the tribble in two, spraying the startled ninjas with blood.
Using the moment of distraction, Arthur closed the distance quickly, kicking the closest ninja off the branch and swiftly cutting the remaining two down before they had a chance to react. Six down. That just left four more ninja and...one innocent girl all alone, a few feet away. Damn it.
Sure enough, as Arthur turned around, he saw all four of them approaching the helpless girl. She didn't even realize they were there, their katanas drawn and raised to strike. She was too busy staring doe-eyed at Arthur. It may have just been some stupid side effect from a memory crystal, but Arthur didn't want her death on his hands.
"NO!" he screamed, diving towards her to shield her with his body just as the swords came raining down. And, with the wet sounds of sharp blades cutting through fresh meat, Arthur fell as the girl screamed.
And, yet, something about this felt familiar. Like he'd been here before. And, just like that, Arthur remembered that something strikingly similar had happened in his dream. And, just like that, he realized that he was okay. Arthur stood up, and, as he rose, the ninjas backed away slowly.
"No," Arthur said quietly. "You don't get to run away. Not this time." The ninjas broke and ran, but Arthur was quicker. Reaching behind him to grab the nearest katana handle, Arthur freed it from his body with a flick of his wrist using the quickest and easiest way he knew how: out through his side. The pain was intense, but Arthur couldn't care less. Whipping the katana over his head, he flung it at the closest ninja as he gave chase to the rest, jumping over the falling body just as it vanished into nothing.
Drawing his guns again, Arthur opened fire, dropping two more. That just left one, and he wanted this one alive. As he closed the distance, he spotted a brown furball on the branch in front of them. Aiming for the hapless critter, Arthur blew it away, leaving little behind save a few strands of fur...and blood.
As the ninja stepped into the pool of blood and bits, it slipped, falling onto its back. Arthur was on top of it in seconds. "Hi, there, pal," Arthur said, a maniacal grin spreading across his face under his mask. "You should be careful out here," he continued, grabbing the ninja by the neck, lifting it up off the ground, and holding it off the edge of the branch. "You could slip and fall and that's a loooooong way down. So," he said, holding his sword so the tip rest against the ninja's throat. "Why don't you tell me-" Arthur managed to get out before the ninja suddenly vanished.
Arthur stood there for a moment, shaking with rage. On the edge of his awareness, Arthur realized that he had stopped bleeding. His wounds had fully healed. But he could care less. Cursing all the way back to his apartment, Arthur stopped briefly in front of the young girl he had saved earlier. She looked at him, scared and confused, but still with a deep, inexplicable longing in her eyes.
"Go home," Arthur said as he walked past her, opened the door to his apartment, and slammed the door behind him.