<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>When: Dyo 19, 81379, mid afternoon Character: Torvaa Prustt, baggy jeans and white tanktop</td></tr></table> Torvaa was running, branches snapping below his feet, and leaves crushing. He glanced behind him several times, and was breathing heavily. The bag he carried, which was swung over his shoulder with a strap, was beating the left side of his leg as he ran. The Vivuli Jungle was never Torvaa's favorite place to go. In fact, he didn't even like it, not even one bit. Its hot and dense air made him sweaty and red in the cheeks, and he often had to stop to cool down. But this time, he had to go to the Jungle. He was told to, and this time things didn't turn out as planned. Torvaa stopped once more. <span style='color:green'>Breath...in...out...now go!</span> He whispered under heavy gasps. This time he was lost, he just knew not to run back, but just keep forward, so he could confuse them. He jumped utop a branch and pulled himself up. He scanned the area below him, and decided to rest. The meager lunch he had before, toast and water, was burned off now, and he was left hungry and aching. He searched for fruit, and soon found some in a nearby tree. He picked off a bright red fruit with a rough texture. He cut it open with his fingernail, and an ornage liquid dripped out. He tasted it, and although it was a bit sour, he plopped it into his mouth and chewed on it. He picked another, and than another, and another....
OOC: bear in mind, before the 39th of Dyo, Jahhar is working for The Lost BIC: Jahhar walked through the jungle with a pleasant look on his face. Sometimes he enjoyed getting away from "The Lost" and enjoying some peace and quiet, without Revol shouted this and that. Just when Jahhar thought he had succeeded, he heard someone racing through the jungle. Who could it be? Jahhar walked towards the noise and spotted, from a distance, a dragon in a tree. "Interesting." murmered Jahhar, surprised to see another dragon out in the jungle. He neared the dragon and then shouted, "Hello Lad, what brings you out into these jungles?" he kept on walking closer to the dragon. He used a bit of caution, just in case.
Torvaa's ears pricked up and he sniffed the air. He scowled back, and saw a figure. He quickly reached into his pocket and drew a gun, fully loaded. He pretended to be sincere. <span style='color:green'>Ah yes, hello! I am...</span> Torvaa snarled in anger. Who was he? <span style='color:green'>...I am Wastt, and who are you?</span> The voice was soft and smooth, and Torvaa sighed in relief, but than quickly thought again. <span style='color:purple'>If this is one of those guards, Ill kick his...</span> Torvaa put the fruit in his hand back on the ground, and slowly loped towards the dragon...
Jahhar chuckled. "I'm Jahhar, pleased to meet you." He then stopped moving towards Wastt and scanned him over to learn more about him. [How informal, you should just ask about a person you want to know more about...] thought Jahhar to himself. He sighed and shook his head but then refocused on the dragon as he learned the dragon's real name to be, Torvaa... He started walking towards the dragon again, quite cautious this time. "Why are you out in this jungle?" Then to make sure that the dragon knew he ment business, he added, "Torvaa." He had a sly grin on his face. Prehaps he didn't take the dragon seriously enough, although, he did come to the jungle to relax and enjoy himself...
Torvaa's eyes shot up to Jahhar. <span style='color:purple'>Is he one of them?</span> He let the fruit slip from his hand, and took his free hand and pulled out his gun. He quickly pointed it to Jahhar's head. <span style='color:green'>Tell your master that the deal is over!</span> He stepped back, and hissed quietly. <span style='color:green'>N-Now run along, boy!</span> He cocked the gun back, and his eyes glew red. <span style='color:purple'>I haven't fed in days...</span> Torvaa led his mind trail away, and he was remembering what had happened. It was that morning, just after sunset. He was told to meet Teltesma at the crossings of the North and South path in the jungle. He had brought needles, about 10 or so, packed away in his bag. He had also brought a hand pistol, just in case. Torvaa had made it to the intersection, which was deserted. He lit up a cigarrette and waited. One Hour He peered down to his watch and sighed. Torvaa had lept up utop a tree and rested his legs. An empty pack of cigarettes lay on the ground below him, and he had swung his legs down, as they lazily drooped. Someone came around the corner, but it was only a merchant. They quickly exchanged glanced, and Torvaa bought more cigarettes. Two Hours He quickly glanced down each path, and examined the sky. He was losing his patience, and he was stationed on the ground, picking at the grass. Two dragons rounded the corner. Torvaa greeted them, and they sat with him. Torvaa was making a small profit with selling the needles, but the two only bought a few. A couple more people came round the corner. The square was becoming a dealing area, as new drugs came in and out. Three Hours Torvaa was grunting and snarling. <span style='color:purple'>Where is he?!</span> He felt that his day had been wasted over a meager deal of money and impatience. But at last, Teltesma came, two or so body guards around him. One was short and muscular, the other, tall and skinny. Torvaa laughed at them, but the torments didn't bother them. Teltesma gave Torvaa a lecture about dealing, and quickly handed a package of powder to Torvaa. You get 20 percent of the profit Torvaa quickly nodded and was putting it into his bag. He noticed something was missing. The needles. His eyes shot up and scanned the area. The two guards were chuckling as they lazily tossed needles around. There was brief cussing and name calling, until Torvaa shot the short one twice, sending blood to the ground. It turned into a massacre, as bullets flew overhead, and Torvaa ran. He was being followed. Teltesma, a tall built figure, came rummaging after him, with a sword. Torvaa soon tripped, and there was a brief hand to hand fight, until Torvaa unloaded fiive or so bullets. He stole all of the drugs, took his money, and quickly ran away, not looking back. Torvaa looked into Jahhars eyes and let out a sigh. He did not want to kill today...
Jahhar raised an eye. "Are you all right?" He cautiously backed away from Torvaa. "How long have you been out here? I don't serve any master in case you were wondering..." He sighed. "Also, would you please point that weapon someplace else? I'm not here to hurt you. If I was, you wouldn't be alive anymore." He toyed, in his mind, with the idea of firing a burst of energy at the gun to melt it, and then tying up the dragon to see what he would do. Then again, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea.
Torvaa choked. <span style='color:red'>Your not from...</span> Torvaa cursed to himself, and put the gun in his pocket. <span style='color:red'>I...I apologize. I believe I was pointing the gun at the wrong person</span> Torvaa was about to put his hand put so they could shake, but he hesitated. He thought over everything once again and stared at Jahhar chuckling. <span style='color:red'>Boy, I would be cautious where your words wander about. You haven't seen my bad side, so don't try to screw with me</span> His voice was rough and scratchy. Torvaa coughed and rubbed his eyes. <span style='color:red'>E-Excuse me for my...</span> He strolled his fingers through his hair. <span style='color:purple'>Dammit! Don't come out...please....</span>
Jahhar raised an eye. "Why don't you have a seat." he said motioning towards a stump. He sat down near te stump. "Once you have calmed yourself down, please, tell me what is troubling you. Prehaps I can lend you a hand in your troubles." Jahhar's expression fell into one of concentration as he prepared to listen to the dragon's troubles. Maybe Jahhar expected too much out of the dragon...
Torvaa sat on the stump and ut his chin on his hands. But he hesitated, as he stuttered when he talked. <span style='color:red'>Excuse me for...my attitude...</span> He leaned back and scratched his head. <span style='color:red'>Let's just say...some people got in a fight and I was...involved. I had to run so they wouldn't catch me...</span> The beast inside him was taking over, and he flinched. He began to growl, but coughed, pretending to mean it like nothing. <span style='color:red'>I didn't mean you any harm...I just thought you were one of them...</span> The red and black world cursed his vision and his blood craving was taking over.
Jahhar frowned and put one of his hands up to his chin, as if he was thinking. "Are you sure you are ok? And who are the ones you are speaking of?" He wasn't entirely sure, but it seemed as if Torvaa was struggling with some type of internal battle inside of herself. Jahhar really wasn't sure what it was though. He decided to keep extra alert. There was no telling, was this dragon skitofrantic? Jahhar would find out soon enough...
Torvaa's eyes were a red now, and he stuttered in his speech. <span style='color:red'>N-Nobody...Its just that...I can't tell you...or else my cover will be blown...</span> His fists were clenched, and his body tense. <span style='color:red'>I...I have to tell you...or else you will be killed...</span> He snarled and coughed. He opened his bag, revealing needles and drugs. <span style='color:red'>I'm a...I'm a dealer, and there was a drug fight...back there...I need to take the needle, or-</span> He let out a howl and his eyes were burning red, and he fell off the stump, and clawed at the ground. He went to get the needles, but his vampric side decided not. His skin was ripping off, turning a dark red. His eyes looked up and he spoke one last time as a human. <span style='color:red'>Put the needles....In my neck...</span> He howled once more before he stood up on two feet and stretched his arms, soft with cackaling...
Jahhar's eyes widened and then he quickly stood up. He threw a quick punch into the dragon's face to try to stun him before he quickly grabbed the needles from the dragon's bag. "As you wish..." he whispered, before quickly moving the needles towards the back of the dragon's neck. Hopefully everything would go well, Jahhar was still not sure what exactly was going on though. Although, he had a guess that this dragon had some sort of ailment, a vampire prehaps?...
Torvaa bared his teeth and backhanned Jahhar across the face. <span style='color:red'>No mortal shall harm me!</span> He laughed aloud, and lept up on a tree, hanging his legs from it. He laughed again. <span style='color:red'>Why do you even bother?</span> He spat on the ground next to Jahhar. <span style='color:red'>Leave me in peace before you become my prey!</span>
Jahhar shook his head and touched his face where he was hit, "You are being irrational Torvaa... Your other personality requested help, that other personality of which I respect much more than this bloodthirsty type." He walked closer towards Torvaa. "I will do as you previously requested." Jahhar suddenly leapt up beside Torvaa and pinned him down with one hand. Using the other, he retried to inject the needles into Torvaa. Hopefully he would be more succesful this time.
Torvaa didn't try to struggle under Jahhars weight, but laughed instead. <span style='color:red'>Perhaps you will reconsider this...</span> He focused his energy to Jahhar, intertwining their thoughts through telekinesis. He breathed out deep, and shuddered. He spoke through thought now. <span style='color:purple'>Listen to me Jahhar...put down the needle...put it down...</span> He closed his eyes slightly and hissed softly, hoping it would work...
Jahhar closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything but the message Torvaa with giving him. Although, everyone knows how hard it is not to think of something on purpose... Jahhar suddenly dopped the needles on the ground before he snapped out of the trans. "Blasted..." growled Jahhar. He leapt out of the tree and tried to find the needles amidst the follige they had fallen into. "Lucky me..." he murmered. He wasn't sure how long he had before Torvaa attacked. "Don't worry about Torvaa, find the needles, don't worry about Torvaa..." spoke Jahhar under his breath. Worst case, he would have to fight Torvaa...
The tall and ferocious beast lept from the tree and sauntered to Jahhar, his snarls growing louder and louder. He grabbed the boy by the neck, and lifted him, so they met eyes. He was laughing, sending spit onto Jahhars face, and soon it ended. Torvaa looked down and spotted the needle. <span style='color:green'>You have betrayed yourself!</span> He said through telepathy, squeezing his neck tighter. He crushed the needle beneath his foot, <span style='color:red'>Ooops...my bad</span> He said with a large grin, cackling under his hoarse voice. He threw Jahhar to the ground, taking out with gun. He aimed it at the boy and cocked it. <span style='color:red'>Now lets see what you got!!!</span>
Jahhar raised up his right hand and pointed the palm of his hand at Torvaa's gun before quickly firing a small burst of blue energy at it. "There is more to me than meets the eye..." Jahhar quickly rolled behind a large bush. His luck had returned! Jahhar grabbed a needle that he spotted under the bush. He treated it like a throwing knife and threw it at Torvaa's neck. With any luck, the needle end of the srynge would go into Torvaa's neck. If he couldn't inject Torvaa with this needle, he would fight him and knock him out before trying to inject him. Hopefully this would work though...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry....I forgot to post in a while :rolleyes: </td></tr></table> Torvaa didn't see the needle, and it drove into his neck. He coughed, and spat up a bit of blood, his red eyes turning different colors, and his fur as well. Jahhar had missed, and the needle went into Torvaas vein, and the blood was rushing to his head. Torvaa ripped the needle out and collapsed to his knees panting. <span style='color:red'>Almost...</span> He fell flat on his face, and blood trickled out from his mouth...
