<span style='color:red'>OOC: Baalberith, wearing black jeans</span> <span style='color:green'>30 Tessera 81380 midnight</span> Beal was sitting on a rock drinking the last of his whiskey while staring at the stars when a little rhyme started going around his head getting louder and loud er until he had to voice it "Why do I fall through the crack into a world of lies Discover that the worlds full of spies But don't despair for I am not far To kill the spies and leave a bloody scar Do not despair for I am not far Hidden in the world of lies waiting to kill the spies." he said in a low voice He lookd around expecting a crowd of laughter but there was none. of course there wasnt any who would be here after all it was a small clearing in the middle of nowhere
OOC: Character: Sabata Teslo Clothing: Black mask and black clothing. Only his hands, muzzle, and eyes are exposed BIC: Sabata moved silently through the jungle. He walked lightly, avoiding stepping on anything that might make noise if he placed his foot on it. Sabata wasn't sneaking for any reason other than practice. Sabata was a Teslo bounty hunter, he was one of the seven known living Teslos. Because Sabata did not usually use ranged weapondry, he preferred to sneak up to his target and kill him at a close range. Being comlpetely silent was an art and Sabata constantly practiced this art so that he did not become rusty. His constant training in acrobatics and hand to hand fighting kept him lean and in shape. As Sabata prowled through the jungle, he overheard someone speaking... poetically it seemed. The person spoke of killing spies, leaving scars. Sabata had trouble making every word out. Sabata continued to move slowly but stealthily towards where he had heard the noise. He had not expected anyone else to be out in the jungle so late. As Sabata neared the source of the noise, he was able to make out the vague outline of what he assumed was a takula. However, he wasn't completely sure. Sabata stayed hidden amongst the darkness and watched this figure from a distance of fifteen feet, waiting to see what he would do next.
after looking around for a little longer he said "Stupid poem, stupid night, stupid jungle" chuckling as he said it as he started to walk away he noticed something was different than when he entered. but thinking it was the last of the whiskey shrunged it off and started to leave, forgetting the bottle on the rock
Sabata crept to the bottle shortly after the takula had left it. He picked it up with his left hand and poured a small bit onto the fingertips of his right hand. After tasting the liquid, Sabata deduced that it was a strong achoholic beverage of some sort. The taste did not please him though, he did not often drink alchoholic beverages. Sabata held the bottle away from his face so that he could try to read any lables that might be on it. He had difficulty reading in the dark. Although Sabata did not see any lables, he did see a scorpion-like creature moving slowly up the side of the bottle towards his hand which he hadn't seen before. Sabata dropped the bottle hastily. It shattered on the rock on which Sabata had picked it up on making a loud noise. The scorpion-like creature was thrown off of the bottle and landed onto the jungle floor, scurrying away into the underbrush into who knows where.
leaving wobbally footprints behind, after a mile of walking the alcohols affect wore off and Beal noticed a neat hole in the side of his left hand it was not bleeding but nor was it hurting. ten minutes later he collapsed. as he was slipping in and out of concienceness the sound of shattering glass floated in the wind . with the last of his concienceness he saw hundreds of scorpions surrounding him and the hole gleaming green. before all was darkness he screemed "sshhiiiitt"
Soon after Sabata had thrown the bottle down, he heard someone shout. Sabata made a quick assumption that this shout was emitted from the takula which had just left the area he was standing in. Sabata moved towards the source of the noise with both speed and caution. If that takula was in trouble, Sabata wouldn't mind seeing what had caused the trouble so that he himself might avoid it. However, Sabata also kept himself alert. There was a possibility of a trap set by the takula, and Sabata was not interested in falling victim to the trap. As Sabata neared the fallen takula, he approached silently. The takula was face down into the ground. Because he had no weapons, Sabata picked up a neaby stick. It was mostly straight, but somewhat crooked. It was about four feet long and felt sturdy. As Sabata grabbed the stick, he made noise. [One can't do everything in perfect silence,] mused Sabata to himself. Sabata prodded the takula with the branch he had grabbed. Sabata got no response. Still keeping his distance, Sabata used the stick to roll the takula over. Almost immediately, Sabata spotted a wound on the left hand of the takula. Sabata wondered to himself what could have made that wound. As Sabata remembered the scorpion-like creature from the bottle, he wondered if this poor takula had been stung. However, Sabata was not entirely sure about his guess. Many thing could have done this--even assassins. As the thought crossed Sabata's mind, he looked around him making sure that no one else was around. Sabata slowly shifted towards the fallen takula and crouched down slowly to feel his wound. Bringing his hand up to his mouth, Sabata tasted. Sabata's diseased side tingled at the taste of blood, but Sabata pushed those darker thoughts aside. The blood seemed tainted to Sabata, but he couldn't be sure. He had never before tasted the blood of a takula until now. Before feeling for the takula's pulse and breath, Sabata again looked around. He was always on edge and ready at any moment to fight. Sabata did detect a pulse and breath of life from the takula. Sabata had no experience with poisons and was not very well trained in medical proceedures, although he did know a few basics here and there that any common dragon might know. Sabata placed his stick beside the takula's body and moved away from it before climbing a nearby tree. He decided to wait and see if the takula would come around. Sabata glanced briefly to the sky. What better things did he have to do? He refocused his attention on the body.
Beal was in a semi dream world. <span style='color:blue'>the sky was purple the grass was black and a sea of scorpion monsters all of them a deep blood red. in this world there was no exit only death again and again.</span> none of this was showing on the outside only screams again and agian.<span style='color:blue'> the monsters were huge vicious hmmed a insane tune of fast paced bass .</span> Beals eyes were flickering the poison was working its way through his pain receptors, but beal was too much in his dream world to wake. <span style='color:blue'>He was running now in a monster filled world moaning in agony as random spouts of pain appeared in his arms and chest making it hard to run and keep ahead from the sea of monsters</span> After a while Beal went quiet almost dead his pulse had all but dissapeared and his breathing not even noticable. he needed attention and fast. <span style='color:blue'>Beals legs had siesed up the pain overwhelming and his breathing hard, so he stopped and awaited the tide of monsters and their hellish barbs</span> Beal whispered "fine take me you red daemons of claws and barbs, stab me snip me but at least i shall be free from my memories"
Sabata listened as the takula whispered something about red daemons, claws, and memories. He couldn't hear the takula very clearly from up in the tree since the takula had merely whispered. Grinning slightly, Sabata half wondered if the suffering takula had a bounty on his head, for now would certainly be the time to collect such a bounty; yet, because he didn't know for sure, Sabata left the idea alone for the most part; after all, killing the innocent was not an honorable thing to do. This takula certainly fell into the category of innocent for time being. Sabata looked away from the takula again. He was thinking about leaving again, he felt like he was wasting time at this point.
<span style='color:blue'>Just as they reached him all stopped he was surrounded but they didnt attack. they lowered their tails, the hmming changed pitch whispers were appearing in his mind. they were peaceful so they said.</span> A huge gasp urupted from Beal it cant have been they were just looking for a friend an ally the poison must have been a way to link me to them Beals eyes suddenly opened with a clarity of one who had died and he just stared straight up at the tree above him "I know your there. i also know you've been watch over me. thank you" "you wouldnt happen to have a bandage"
Sabata's ears perked up when he heard the takula speak. However, he did not reply. He kept staring down upon the creature, trying to decide what it was up to, but also regretting that he hadn't checked the takula's pockets when he had examined it to make sure he had no weapons. The takula's mention that he knew that Sabata had been watching him all along meant that either the takula was never truly unconcious, had been in some sort of supernatural trance, or was lying. Sabata suspected, of course, that the takula was lying and asking for a bandage in an attempt to seem neutral and harmless. No doubt, the takula was trying to lure Sabata from the tree for some dark reason unknown to Sabata himself. Because Sabata was unsure of the takula's motives, he felt worried for a slight moment, but then re focused his mind. He couldn't allow the weed of worry to grow in his mind and blossom into fear, he would then be at a great disadvantage. Sabata had no weapons, save his mind and body. Without warning, he leapt from the tree down beside the takula. Of course he had no intentions of harming the takula, he just didn't want to talk to the takula from the tree. "Sorry to startle you," said Sabata after landing. "You startled me yourself, being out here so late." Sabata took off his mask and held it towards the takula. "My name is Sabata. You can use this for a bandage if you want."
Startled at the figures quiet landing and politeness. "Cheers, I didnt expect anyone here either jeeze it was like a terrible dream." Looking back at what had happened he was starting to wonder if this was also a dream, and so asked a less dreamlike question "Would you like something to drink." But as he said it he realised the bottle had gone. "On second thoughts I would offer you some drink but its gone" "I am Baalberith and I am now in your debt it would seem" Ooc: cheers im kinda running out of ideas God your good
Sabata shook his head, withdrawing the mask when Baal didn't take it. He tucked it into his pants. "I don't want anything, and you don't owe me anything," replied Sabata. Deciding that Baal, as the takula called himself, was not going to harm him, Sabata turned and began to walk away. "Stay safe, its dangerous out here this late." As Sabata walked out of sight of the takula, he put the mask back on, crouched down, and began lurking again, placing one foot slowly in front of the other as if he was on a thin layer of ice--feeling his footing carefully before putting his weight on each step. OOC: That's all for me. Post once more if you want to and then close the thread. Good playing with you.
