Natura ([personal profile] fuckingnature) wrote in [community profile] thusia2012-04-03 07:59 pm

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Who: ALL YOU INTREPID NATURE EXPLORERS
When: Day 37, Evening to Night
Where: NATURE
What:

[ You've cleared out the floor most of you are sleeping. Where do you go for some rip roaring maulings fun now? The 4th floor? The 2nd floor? Or will you venture outside the glass doors again? ]

(( Please make a note somewhere in your comments about where you'll be heading! Groups are preferable. Your nature runner this time around is Rui! ))
body_language: (scrivening)

[personal profile] body_language 2012-04-04 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
*TOO SURPRISED TO SPEAK A GODWORD I GUESS though the sigil on his forehead glows white, forcing some of that cloud away from him.

annnnd then it's time for the allergy attack.*
body_language: (dark intent)

[personal profile] body_language 2012-04-04 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
*this takes a while, and after the initial sneezing fit is over he's still bleary and achey. ugh.

but hell if he's going to let allergies beat him on his first foray. carefully separating out some of that plant's petals, since gods are supposed to take some of them, wiping at his face, and moving on*
body_language: (dark intent)

[personal profile] body_language 2012-04-04 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
*leave alone or pursue...no, he's irritated now, and the persistent headache isn't helping. going to check out that apartment, as carefully as he can.*
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[personal profile] body_language 2012-04-04 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
*is probably not as quiet as he really should be, given the persistent urge to sneeze, but drawing another square of paper from his pocket..*
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[personal profile] body_language 2012-04-04 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
*and of course, it's at exactly that moment that the urge to sneeze becomes overwhelming.

fortunately, the paper is already in his hand; he flicks his wrist, hurling it towards the lizagons, and in midflight the sigil flares to life, erupting into an arcing blaze of lightning.*
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[personal profile] body_language 2012-04-04 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
*...welp. he'd been hoping to take at least one of them out with that, but he's nothing if not quick to adapt. he barks a word, and pure force erupts from him, aiming to smash the ceiling lizagon against the far wall.*
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[personal profile] body_language 2012-04-04 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
*the circle on his forehead burns up as it approaches, and a lash of white light and force rips towards it as he steps back; he levels his right arm at the third lizagon, and crackling darkness flows from his fingertips, bringing bitter cold with it.*
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[personal profile] body_language 2012-04-04 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
*tenses his fingers, widening the wave of freezing shadow and trying to catch the right-hand beast before it gets to him; meanwhile, he's keeping an eye out for the third one.*
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[personal profile] body_language 2012-04-04 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
*which is the perfect time to switch hands and hit it with another lightning bolt from his left arm, clearly. also stepping back out of the door, to limit the angles they can attack from, starting to feel the exertion of using his magic against the power limit.*
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[personal profile] body_language 2012-04-04 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
*one might, in fact, say it was the worst time. the blood sigil lashes out again, but the angle isn't good enough to stop it; it's probably going to hit him hard.*
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[personal profile] body_language 2012-04-04 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
*definitely staggering at that, but as he wavers he looks down and snaps the same word as he used before. the blast of force is much more focused this time, and the thunderclap accompanying it probably won't be pleasant for any other nearby lizagons.*
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[personal profile] body_language 2012-04-04 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
*giving serious thoughts to withdrawing here, and taking another step or two back as he sneezes again; he spreads his fingers wide and aims a ripple of cutting force at the approaching lizagon while it's still dazed from the lightning.*

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