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 Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 2:50 pm
A crudely-constructed shack in the middle of the woods serves as Grundy's home whenever Cassandra has no need of him. Although, due to it's shoddy construction, it provides little protection from the elements, except some protection from rain. Built out of trees cut down by his axe, the trees around the 'building' have no leaves, having been stripped by Grundy as quick and easy food. It is incredibly deep into the woods - easily an hour-long walk - and you'd never find it if you weren't looking for it.
[Characters will only be able to access this area if:
A. They are following Cassandra or Grundy or
B. They have a map to the area which they are following
Note, however, that a character will be unable to find the hut again - even if they have already visited it - without a map.
Characters heading to this area must first pass through the Woods unless teleporting with Cassandra.
Characters attempting to teleport to this area will automatically FAIL (with the exception of Cassandra and anyone she's bringing with her, of course) to do so and will be teleported to a random location in the woods at least 800 meters from the building.]
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 3:00 pm
[Grundy trudges in from the woods]
Walking into the pathetic excuse for a building, Grundy smiled to himself. "Home." He said with a grin - pleased with his workmanship. Grundy's woodworking skills were clearly nowhere near as good as his killing skills. He looked at the remains of a poorly-made fire, and blew into them in an attempt to rekindle the long-dead flames. His blow only caused the remains to scatter. He frowned. "No need fire..." He muttered - which was true. He didn't need heat to survive - his natural regenerative capabilities could keep his body as warm or as cold as required. He sighed as he stared down at his feet. He was bored without Cassandra to order him around...
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 6:07 pm
 [Cassandra enters from the woods]
Cassandra looked at the shack and was actually impressed. She never thought Grundy would actually be able to make anything that actually resembled any form of building-like structure. She thought he'd hide in a cave or something - but to actually build something? That dumb ol' orc was learning things, after all. "Grundy!" She yelled. She knew he was here - she could detect him.
The eight-foot tall orc, hearing his mistress' voice, came running out at full speed, smiling. He was glad to see Cassandra. His life consisted of 'eat, obey, obey, obey, eat, obey, obey, obey' and so on. Sometimes 'eat' and 'obey' would be the same thing. But unless he was eating or obeying, he had no purpose, nothing to do with himself. He wouldn't even train without being ordered to - so he was glad to see Cassandra, even if it was just so he could be bossed around again.
Cassandra nodded. "Well done, Grundy... I'm impressed." She smiled. "You actually built something!" She chuckled, as she walked over to the building to get a closer look. It was of a much lower quality than she'd thought at first glance - but it was still more than she'd expected.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 6:16 pm
[Chamo enters from the woods]
Chamo's jaw dropped as he saw the orc. He was left speechless, which was quite a good thing. This orc could definitely do harm to someone if he wanted to, Chamo noted to himself that he should keep on good terms with the master of this creature. He also wondered why or how she got this creature.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 6:22 pm
Negi floats in on his staff, keeping a fair distance from the orc. Smelly as he was. He blinks at all the stitches he's got, and the hut he appears to have constructed. Impressive, for the creature. He does not dismount, for he's here now, and he wants to hear the way to get rid of the cyst. She wanted him to see Grundy again, for whatever reason, so here he was, seeing him again. He's been seen. Whoo.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 3:24 am
Cassandra looked back at Negi, pointing at the ermine sitting on his shoulder. "Look, Grundy. Negi's bought his pet to play with you. Why don't you say hello?" She suggested, with a sinister grin. She knew Grundy wouldn't break it, but if there was something special about that vermin, she'd make one of them crack - whether it was the ermine or Negi. Of course, she had other business to deal with here - but she'd get the easy stuff out of the way first.
Grundy looked towards Negi and, without so much as a 'by your leave', plucked Chamo from his shoulder, holding him between his thumb and index finger by the scruff of his neck so as not to actually try to hurt him. He held him up to his face - where Chamo could get a disgustingly close whiff of Grundy's horrifically foul breath. He spoke, still holding Chamo right in front of his face - making the smell even worse as he spoke. "Little Negi's pet is so small..." A stupid grin form across his face, and he laughed out loud. "So small! Little Negi's little pet makes me laugh!" He announced, still laughing, still keeping a tight grip on Chamo so as to not let him get away.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 10:33 am
Chamo quickly becoming worried when Cassandra mentioned Grundy playing with him but with Negi in the air he couldn't escape. As Grundy held him close and he smelt the orc he quickly became dizzy and almost passed out when he spoke. Chamo hoped he didn't have to "play" to long with the orc. That or he hoped someone had air-freshener and mouthwash, a lot of it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 11:17 am
Negi sees that Grundy isn't trying to hurt Chamo, but he can't help but worry. "Mnnn..." He looks aside. Since Chamo wasn't in danger, seeing as Grundy wasn't trying to hurt him, he wouldn't make any outbursts or do anything that might cause Cassandra to not give him a way to cure the cyst. He looks apologetically at Chamo, though... wondering how he was doing, that close.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 11:39 am
Cassandra was becoming irritated by this. There was something up with that thing, and she was determined to figure it out. Ah well. If it was magical, it'd reveal itself sooner or later. Even if she had to get her third general to go and find out for her. "Anyway. What I really wanted to talk to you about was the Kyoto trip. I don't want something to happen to you while we're there - if you die, people will think I killed your to harvest your brain. So I need to check you can handle yourself." The brain-harvesting would be a ridiculous suggestion, of course. Harvesting brains was rarely of any point or benefit. She folded her arms and shook her head. Putting her hand to the ground, she muttered a short spell, and a skeleton rose up from the ground next to her. It was about 5'10", armed with nothing, and just stood there. She stepped back a few feet as if it was going to explode. "Well then, son of the Thousand Master. Show me your moves." She ordered, pointing at the skeleton.
Grundy put Chamo on his head to give him a good view of the results of Negi's attack on the skeleton. Grundy's hair was filthy - greasy, with so much dandruff that if Chamo should move even slightly, a clump of white flakes would fall onto Grundy's shoulders. Not that Grundy gave a damn, of course.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 11:57 am
Negi really felt back for Chamo. To be placed in that filthy, filthy hair... He shakes his head and looks at Chamo even -more- apologetically than before, 'fore turning his attention to the skeleton. Just one? No armor or anything? It hardly seemed like a challenge. Unless she planned on having it move it or something, but... With a shrug, he summons up his magic. "Rastel Maskil Magister. Un spiritus lucis, coentes sagitent inimicum. Sagitta Magica, Series Lucis." Not going to waste magic, he just summons one to fire at the skeleton. If that doesn't do it, then, yes, he'll get a little more serious. The look on his face is rather bland.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:02 pm
The skeleton finched as the shot hit it. Two of the ribs had cracked and been bent slightly out of place, but it remained completely upright, and just stared back emptily at Negi.
Cassandra shook her head and tsked at Negi's pathetic display of magic. She contemplated slapping him, or maybe stabbing him, just for the sheer insult of such pitiful magic. "If that's the best you can do, pack your bags now, laddie." She shook her head again, a twisted grin forming across her face. "Let me show you how you it's done." Jumping back, she pulled her needle out of her coat's sleeve, and throws it at the skeleton. The needle thunks solidly into the side of its' skull. The thread was still wound around Cassandra's hand. A split second later, Cassandra shouted. "Böse Geister, offensichtliche - Entropische Flamme!" A burst of green flame, like the one she had performed the other night, shot down the thread, and into the skeleton's skull - causing the skull to explode in an orb of green flame. The body tumbled to the ground, lying there motionless. She looked over at Negi and grinned. "That is how it's done."
Grundy clapped loudly, cheering at his mistress' magic. "YAY 'SANDRA!" He had a big, if somewhat dopey, grin fixed on his face as he pounded his hands together. He really did idolize her - which is quite ironic when you consider he could probably beat the crap out of her in a straight fight without even breaking a sweat. Of course, if he ever did try to fight Cassandra, the one thing it wouldn't be is a straight fight.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:45 pm
"Huh. More durable than I thought it'd be." Negi shrugs and turns to Cassandra as she speaks. He starts to wonder about her motives... was she really doing this to preserve her own image? Why would she care what others thought? It was odd... could she have become something like an anti-hero? The idea appeals to Negi. He watches as she throws that same needle at the skeleton, raising an eyebrow at the 'thunk' before his eyes widen at the green flame shooting down the thread. He jolts a bit as the skull explodes, grimacing slightly. That didn't sound healthy - well, it -wasn't- healthy, but that's not the point. Sounded -gross-. He turns his head to look at Grundy as he claps and what have you. Still pitying Chamo...
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 3:10 pm
A swift flick of her wrist, and her needle whizzed around the area, piercing each of the remnants of the skull, stitching the many shards back together. It took about a minute before the skull was back in one piece. Cassandra grabbed the once again complete skeleton by the head and pulled it up. She let go of the skull once the skeleton no longer touching the floor, and it fell down - back into a standing position. "This time, don't hold back." She told him, stepping back a little bit, in case she got hit by flying shards.
Grundy took just one step back. He'd been hit by worse things that pieces of flying bones - he just didn't want to be caught by any stray magic - just in case it sent him into a blind murderous rampage... Again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 6:02 pm
"Very well..." Negi sighs and focuses again, summoning his magic as he calls another spell. "Rastel Maskil Magister... Septendecem spiritus lucis, coentes sagitent inimicum. Sagitta Magica, Series Lucis." This time, he summons seventeen of them, and targets them a bit more than just at the skeleton in general. The first three go up, under the ribs, aiming for the skull, two each for either shoulder, to take off the arms, two go for the eyes, one each, and 8, the rest of 'em... he targets one spot on the sternum. Might as well.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:33 am
The skeleton exploded in what Cassandra would call 'an incredibly satisfying crunch'. She tilted her head and nodded as if to say 'meh, not bad'. "Well, at least I don't have to worry about you getting killed by the first mugger who feels like picking on a little kid." She folded her arms and nodded. Admittedly, that was nowhere near strong enough to deal with anyone proficient with magic - but it'd do for a school trip. "Incidentally, if you should end up with any injuries on the trip - you or anyone else - come find me. As long as they're still breathing, I'll have them good as new within the hour or your money back." She grinned. "And if they're not breathing, I'll pay you for the body." She looked at the remnants of the bones, and gave them a quick kick, causing them to sink down through the solid earth, out of sight. She looked towards Negi with an 'I've-got-something-up-my-sleeve-that-you're-really-not-gonna-like' expression on her face. "Well then, I trust you're itching to know how to get rid of my little present to you?"
Grundy plucked Chamo off his head, dropping him onto Negi's head, before walking into the hut. He came back out with his Axe, and walked over to one of the leaf-less trees, slicing down in one clean strike. He then began chopping that into smaller pieces of wood, which her began organizing in a circle. He wanted a fire - even if it was just so that he could use it to burn things.
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