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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 6, 2012 21:24:47 GMT
Something was trying to follow, or so she gathered from her Zecter. It flew around her head most of the time, but now she was trying to keep it in her bag. It just continued to fly out.
"Stop that," she told it, grabbing it and pushing it back in. It flew back out.
"We can't run if you keep coming out and making a scene," she told it as she grabbed it again and shoved it back. She saw a store ahead and headed that way, looking in the window. Even running from...whatever it was, she could stop and admire clothes. Stupid, yes, but whatever. She had time before it would get close.
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Post by Joffrey Stark on Apr 7, 2012 14:32:13 GMT
Joffrey had been dispatched to counter a monster that had breached and gotten into the world, and it was nearby. His scar was itching like crazy.
"Where are you?" he muttered, walking down the street. Sure, his attire was getting him some strange looks, but he rarely came into the normal world in daytime anyway. He walked along, trying to pinpoint the monster's location.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 7, 2012 14:35:37 GMT
When Noa left what she was looking at, she ended up getting turned around and headed back in the direction she had fled from before she had realized it.
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Post by Joffrey Stark on Apr 7, 2012 14:46:47 GMT
Joffrey kept walking, looking to both sides, wondering where his quarry could be hiding. His itch was getting worse, so he knew it had to be close.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 7, 2012 14:47:47 GMT
As she kept going, she saw Joffrey and walked over, "Interesting clothes," she commented.
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Post by Joffrey Stark on Apr 7, 2012 14:50:47 GMT
"I don't spend much time here. Besides, I'm looking for something at the momen..." He trailed off when his itch suddenly became nearly unbearable. He started looking around, as the monster had to be within about 50 feet for the itch to get this bad.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 7, 2012 14:57:06 GMT
"I don't know anywhere that people dress like that," she said.
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Post by Joffrey Stark on Apr 7, 2012 14:58:51 GMT
"Quiet."Joffrey said, holding up a finger as he listened for footsteps. Sure, it was difficult, seeing as how he was in a very public place, but he had to try. He needed to stop this thing before it hurt anyone.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 7, 2012 14:59:54 GMT
"That's not nice," she said, walking past him, towards the monster inadvertently.
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Post by Joffrey Stark on Apr 7, 2012 15:01:14 GMT
He heard a click on the pavement behind him, and spun around, jumping in front of Noa and saying, "I'd advise you get somewhere safe."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 7, 2012 15:01:51 GMT
She stopped, "That...that's the thing that was following me."
She was sure of that, since her Zecter was flying around and trying to get out.
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Post by Joffrey Stark on Apr 7, 2012 15:05:55 GMT
The monster revealed itself, a large wolf-bat fusion thing, and people immediately began screaming and running away. The monster howled, and charged as Joffrey drew Longclaw and charged to meet it, clashing headlong and stopping it's charge.
"Run! I got this!" Joffrey yelled over his shoulder.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 7, 2012 15:08:20 GMT
Noa did as told. She was no fighter. But her Zecter flew out and slammed itself into the monster twice before flying back to her, trying to get her to comply, but she refused.
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Post by Joffrey Stark on Apr 7, 2012 15:11:28 GMT
The Zecter drove the monster back a couple steps, and that was all Joffrey needed. He leaped back, sheathed Longclaw, and spun the key holder on his hip, pulling out the Crista Baratheon and putting it into the Watcher. He shouted, "Henshin!" and slammed the slot closed as first the cloak formed, then the elk fused with his armor, forming Baratheon Form. He screamed, "Ours is the Fury!" and charged, drawing the Dragon Slayer and slamming it into the monster's face.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 7, 2012 15:16:04 GMT
The monster went back and hit the ground, rolling. It came up and swept claws for Joffrey.
"No!" she shouted at her Zecter, trying to get it to stop, but it wouldn't leave her alone.
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