Digital Snow - A story of survival

[Razer]

Razer gets set to strike when he notices a sound behind him and a shadow.

Razer: "Mawsh! Innocent."

His mind races but can't find a safe strategy without sacrificing himself...not exactly high on his "To Do" list. He relaxes his hand, deciding the axe takes too much space.

"Razer: " Looks like we need more precise motion here."

He instead switches his mindset to Feral Mode. This could get ugly.

[Cobalt Katze]

Cobalt blinks, nearly dropping his plate, "Ain, where'd you come from? The heck do you mean who am I?"

The old man then enters the dining hall, dressed in an elegent outfit of the same materials, yet of a different design. He blinks and looks at the empty table. His eyes shift to the corner, where the two confused figures stand. "I must ask... Where are the others? I am ready to discuss the matters at hand, yet without all of us, I'm afraid we must wait..."

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Meanwhile, outside, an obscure figure notices the rabbit and sabre-toting man in its line of static-filled vision. Instinctually, it lurches fowards, barely lit by the nearby blue lantern.. All anyone might see is the shape of possibly a human and five white eyes placed in a circle where its face would be.

[Razer]

(OOC)
Woah, is this "obscure figure" in front, behind, what? I can't tell if it's the guy Razer's focusing on or what? People are popping up all over. LOL

[Cobalt Katze]

[OOC: Well I was basically putting a face to the 'shadow' mentioned in both your and Jondyn's perspectives. So the way I picture the current scene is you're lying in trash, the shadowy figure notices you and Jondyn, who turns around to face it. Hope that clears up things.]

[Aindriahhn]

*Aindriahhn stands completely confused*
"I was just out plowing... what is this place?"

[Razer]

Razer takes a quick inventory of the situation: Shadowy figure in front of him...unknown figure behind him, may be hostile or not...bulky axe...smelly trash in his face. With the last item taking precedence he seems to fly from the garbage and lunges onto the figure in front of him, sending the two of them down in a heap.

Razer: "Whoever you are back there, run now or they'll be remembering you tomorrow!"

He rolls off of the figure and pulls a shortspike (kinda like an icepick) from out of the handle of his axe. He turns and faces his foe but with the glare of the streetlight brings a clear view. He hadn't expected this...

[Therin]

With a hiss the beam saber ignites and Jondyn is instantly poised beneath the thing, saber to its neck, burning and melting the metal neck-ring as the head swivels and five seperate white eyes try to fix on the handsman at once.

"My day is not yet, but thank you for the courtesy," says Jondyn to the hare behind him, "My name is Jondyn Al'Carr, Commanding Handsman to the Sages of Ryltym Sar. Do you know what this thing is?"

[Cobalt Katze]

The five eyes from the creature go wide as the black mass struggles, yet is severed by Jondyn's beam-saber. It turns to snow, then promptly melts away.

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Inside, Cobalt runs a paw through his hair and takes a seat at the table. At the head of the banquet table sits the old man, and several other chairs lie unaccompanied. Cobalt had noticed a strange ability earlier to impress simple concepts upon his fellow furre, such as not being a threat to him. And so he attempts to reach out within the area, making it known that his presence is needed.

[Razer]

Razer stares from the light weapon to the empty spot where his foe onse stood and back. Quickly concealing the Shortspike again, he stands slowly.

Razer: "This place gets stranger and stranger...uh, stranger. Your assistance is duly noted but was unneccesary all the same."

As Razer is talking his nose picks up Cobalt's "call". He brushes his paw around the ground where the thing vanished.

Razer: "I must go. If fate would have it, we'll see each other again."

He walks past the man and back towards the Inn, unconciously pulling on his chest strap.

[Razer]

Razer slowly returns to the Inn (OOC: Guys, what's up?) where he sees the dinign room setting up for what looks like a grand ball after the earlier buffet. Cobalt catches his eye and nods him to an empty seat. The rabbit seats himself opposite the cat, unstrapping his axe and laying it under the table, out of sight (while concealing the Shortspike underneath his thigh). He casually looks aroung the table, seeing many different faces, mostly Men. The table servers go about their business in silence although one or two of the younger children make small giggles at the strange contingent of travelers. Razer himself would do this as a child so he allowed himself an inward smile. "The innocence of youth", he thought, "to not know that all is Hell waiting to spew forth upon you."

The old man who greeted and led them in through the gates sat at the head of the table dressed more regal than before and looking years younger and stronger. He looked at his guests one by one, gently appraising their character to himself. Razer tried to conceal his contempt for Men and their world. He had hoped he'd done a passable job. He was not one to reject those who befriended him, regardless of their race or stature. recent happenings, however, had returned him to his usual contemptous self. He tipped his head in respect and raised his glass slightly to his host. He was the first to notice a figure entering the doorway...