FINALLEH!
[While you all are taking this seriously? Tavish is having some FUN. When he shouts finally, he means FINALLY, SOMETHING I CAN BLOW UP WITHOUT YOU ALL GETTING ON MY CASE.
As such, he's shooting/throwing/detonating plenty of explosives into the rings of undead surrounding him. Hah, who needs to be at a safe distance? This was thrillin'!
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Suddenly there's a jet of blue and red nearby, a strange creature not even half your size shooting up from the puddle and jumping on another zombie. And guess what? It brought friends. Little, floating pods that like setting shit on fire, too.
So many explosions, so little time. Take your time. Don't be afraid of the maniacal laughter coming from the shadows, either.]
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[But kinda neat! And it wasn't trying to kill him, so he'd let it do what it wanted, and keep blowing things up.]
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Nothing like the smell of burning dead flesh in the morning... [Oh hey, those creatures aren't alone.]
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Ye go' tha' right!
[He turns to throw another explosive, and watches the creatures work for a bit.]
Ah go''a find a way ta make me one o' them.
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I think you'll find that they're a bit... picky. [and as he says this, more spawn and he jumps into the air before spraying lightning both on them and the zombies. Others appear, taking on different forms and shapes and attacking in their own way. ...Almost like a little, monster army, huh?]
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[With that, and more of his pipe bombs, the army of Zombies soon thins out a bit, and he pulls out his Eyelander, and begins swinging away.]
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...Thanks? [Ugh, he seriously wants to just gag right now, and the type of monsters appearing to cut down the numbers show it. He'll just... Swing his Keyblade around as well a bit more methodically and help cut the other kind of living dead down.]
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It's not long before they've been vanquished, and Tavish stands there grinning, wiping off the gigantic ancient blade on the nearest corpse's shirt. He whistles low.]
Ah'm never gonna get tired of thes blade...
[He turns to look at the other man, still with the smirk of a man fresh from battle.]
Ye alrigh', boyo?
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As soon as they're in the clear, the blade vanishes from his grip. The Unversed, however, stay.]
No bites, here. [The Unversed wouldn't let their master be bitten, but he definitely felt their pains when they did get harmed.]
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[He sheathes the Eyelander and tosses back a swig of whisky, a victory drink, and offers Vanitas a drink.]
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...Did he seriously just offer him a drink?
Whatever, he'll try it--just one sip. He takes the offered bottle, does exactly that- ick! How the hell does he even chug this crap down like water?! He gives the bottle back, a bit disgusted but waits until Tavish isn't looking to spit it on his Keyblade. Ah well, flammable liquid, Keyblade. It'll make even better explosions later.]
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Whot's yer name, lad?
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Vanitas. [And you better remember it, drunkard, because he won't repeat himself.]
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[Pffft, he might forget it. When you're from a world where you're used to calling people by their professions (medic, scout, sniper...), you don't bother with formalities. He's not drunk YET, though, so he might remember.
He nods.]
Name's Tavish. Nice fightin' wit' ya.
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Well then, Tavish... [A sneer crosses his lips; one that means many things that just so happens to include bloodlust of one on the battlefield--as a corridor opens behind him.] Enjoy yourself.
[He vanishes with a faint nod, yet the remaining Unversed linger...]
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