Post by Phantasma on Jul 20, 2019 21:45:28 GMT -5
"For all your strengths, etymology isn't one," Rolling his shoulders little else in the form of a reply was given.
It hadn't exactly annoyed Kite, but there was a sort of sibling disappointment to be found there. Proving her stereotype the cat had once again lost her composure when presented with a particular substance. Men had their vices, apparently Miu's Achilles heel was fish. A... humorous kryptonite but a rather problematic one, especially considering fish now dwelled in the one place the cat girl could never hope to return to.
Curiously this would've also reinforced the fact long before the fruit Copycat was mimicking cat like traits. A point Kite had never been able to decipher other than 'just because'.
"Do you happen to have a food that makes you go Coo-coo?" Kite turned to gaunt, twirling his right finger around his own head like it was drawing an imaginary circle.
"Not particularly? Although I do have a stinging reflex. Almost like a reaction to sting things more than once anytime I grab it when partially or fully transformed. I'm... also lethargic during the day? I could ask the same to you."
"Not really. My only weird habit proved to be more of a strength-- as far as I'm aware. Hope so," Looking down to his barrel the youth grabbed it a little bit more tightly.
"Huh?"
"Eheh... It's. Hard to explain. Later..."
...
"When would it be uncommon for humans to... not speak?" Kite ventured to ask, tilting his head in genuine perplexity.
"Mutes. Babies. Really, really dumb people," Gaunt offered, Kite raised his right finger to the sky to object before deflating a bit and nodding sagely with the hunter.
"Point made. Still... uncommon enough to warrant the identifier?"
"You tell me. You're the bibliophile."
"One... dissertation a scholar does not make," Wearing a unflattering expression the somewhat scolded Hunter turned back to the conversation at hand and the rather odd little gnome talking to them.
Not looking like a day over whenever the dinosaurs walked the earth this withered elder practically shook with the force of a leaf in a typhoon. His minimalist clothing left exposed, tender flesh to be bleached by harsh night air and apparently either the lack of warmth or some other exertion was making him wiggle around. By comparison that titanic sized cannon which was big even by marine standards just stared ahead at the group like the yawning mouth of a giant hole. At least one of Miu's paws could've worn it like a mitten.
"Might've left a fish in heeeeeere... mmm... Thaaaat sounds about... right," The old man gave a shaking thumbs up to Miu before yanking the chord that was currently bound to at least one of his arms.
Glowing like a falling star the inside of the barrel was an intense shade of white. Bringing back flashbacks of a similar instance upon the sea Kite immediately closed his eyes and clung close to Miu yelling as loud as he could over the eventual thunderous applause of the apparatus. The speed that thing charged up was quicker than Kite or Miu could've ran from, it would be lucky if they could dodge during this warning.
"MIU! JUMP! JUMP HIGHER THAN YOU'VE EVER JUMPED BEFORE THAT THING IS A HIGH YIELD EXPLOSIVE!"
"Sweet mother of," Gaunt mouthed face transfixing into that of mock awe as the little weapons platform roared to life.
Belching out a silver cannon ball the explosion was instant at this range from the slightest bump. Whether this was Miu or a sandbank would be entirely up to Miu and her companions deflecting what they could from the blast wave. Mechanically speaking although the firing zone was focused into a 20 meter bubble the thing instantly vaporized parts of a very tough sea king punching straight through and dealing mortal damage. Even the old man, the one who launched it was skidding away towards the horizon going 'Weeeeeeee' the whole way apparently so senile he likely had no idea that he had potentially just dealt severe damage to a couple of strangers.
Gaunt did his best to launch out a glob, a thick swab of purple fluid through the air from his perched tail. Slow yet large the wall of fluid no more the size of a man did its best to collide with the projectile and at the least detonate it prematurely while it was still near the original trajectory of its launcher. Kite was more at a loss of what to do and instead of preparing some ill-though sword attack was genuinely thinking of dismounting and forcing up a wall of sand to coat the thing burying it underneath the sand. Prepped for launch he waited, listening, gripping in the event he was needed.
An ominous kind of shaking building up in his fists that he wasn't aware of. But perhaps the cat he was currently gripping would feel it? A pulse, like a heartbeat. Singing from his fist waiting to be launched out against what insurmountable target faced off against them.
Skidding like he was, even after the launch the old man atop his land skimmer wouldn't come for a direct engagement for a few minutes. He bore no menace towards the travelers and was genuinely perplexed by them, after all his captain had ordered him to intercept and deal with thugs and brutes but not tourists or pets. That's what the cannonball was for, an experimental type weapon that was designed to fly fast and hit hard leaving absolutely no evidence behind other than a gaping hole and the disappearance of the target. Highly illegal and outlawed by the government prior to its complete conception, they refused to use it publicly so a few crews that could afford it bought some every now and then. Highly volatile and composed of several very hard to get precious metals the trajectile was intended to immediately detonate once it felt any force, sans wind resistance and maybe slipping into a body of water.
Unknown to Miu, to gaunt and to Kite the captain responsible was none other than Loon the feathered. A very eccentric kind of man known for his appreciation of birds, feathers and genuinely anything highly tropical and gold. His brother, currently engaged with Pluto, was a source of annoyance and generally ignored if not for the occasional birthday bashes and the like. His brother was a small fry, Loon was... well. Stoic, almost entirely emotionless sans his obsession with gold and the belief that riches could elevate you to a higher plane of spiritual existence.
Greed. Greed is what motivated him to set this rather simple, but fairly effective trap.
It hadn't exactly annoyed Kite, but there was a sort of sibling disappointment to be found there. Proving her stereotype the cat had once again lost her composure when presented with a particular substance. Men had their vices, apparently Miu's Achilles heel was fish. A... humorous kryptonite but a rather problematic one, especially considering fish now dwelled in the one place the cat girl could never hope to return to.
Curiously this would've also reinforced the fact long before the fruit Copycat was mimicking cat like traits. A point Kite had never been able to decipher other than 'just because'.
"Do you happen to have a food that makes you go Coo-coo?" Kite turned to gaunt, twirling his right finger around his own head like it was drawing an imaginary circle.
"Not particularly? Although I do have a stinging reflex. Almost like a reaction to sting things more than once anytime I grab it when partially or fully transformed. I'm... also lethargic during the day? I could ask the same to you."
"Not really. My only weird habit proved to be more of a strength-- as far as I'm aware. Hope so," Looking down to his barrel the youth grabbed it a little bit more tightly.
"Huh?"
"Eheh... It's. Hard to explain. Later..."
...
"When would it be uncommon for humans to... not speak?" Kite ventured to ask, tilting his head in genuine perplexity.
"Mutes. Babies. Really, really dumb people," Gaunt offered, Kite raised his right finger to the sky to object before deflating a bit and nodding sagely with the hunter.
"Point made. Still... uncommon enough to warrant the identifier?"
"You tell me. You're the bibliophile."
"One... dissertation a scholar does not make," Wearing a unflattering expression the somewhat scolded Hunter turned back to the conversation at hand and the rather odd little gnome talking to them.
Not looking like a day over whenever the dinosaurs walked the earth this withered elder practically shook with the force of a leaf in a typhoon. His minimalist clothing left exposed, tender flesh to be bleached by harsh night air and apparently either the lack of warmth or some other exertion was making him wiggle around. By comparison that titanic sized cannon which was big even by marine standards just stared ahead at the group like the yawning mouth of a giant hole. At least one of Miu's paws could've worn it like a mitten.
"Might've left a fish in heeeeeere... mmm... Thaaaat sounds about... right," The old man gave a shaking thumbs up to Miu before yanking the chord that was currently bound to at least one of his arms.
Glowing like a falling star the inside of the barrel was an intense shade of white. Bringing back flashbacks of a similar instance upon the sea Kite immediately closed his eyes and clung close to Miu yelling as loud as he could over the eventual thunderous applause of the apparatus. The speed that thing charged up was quicker than Kite or Miu could've ran from, it would be lucky if they could dodge during this warning.
"MIU! JUMP! JUMP HIGHER THAN YOU'VE EVER JUMPED BEFORE THAT THING IS A HIGH YIELD EXPLOSIVE!"
"Sweet mother of," Gaunt mouthed face transfixing into that of mock awe as the little weapons platform roared to life.
Belching out a silver cannon ball the explosion was instant at this range from the slightest bump. Whether this was Miu or a sandbank would be entirely up to Miu and her companions deflecting what they could from the blast wave. Mechanically speaking although the firing zone was focused into a 20 meter bubble the thing instantly vaporized parts of a very tough sea king punching straight through and dealing mortal damage. Even the old man, the one who launched it was skidding away towards the horizon going 'Weeeeeeee' the whole way apparently so senile he likely had no idea that he had potentially just dealt severe damage to a couple of strangers.
Gaunt did his best to launch out a glob, a thick swab of purple fluid through the air from his perched tail. Slow yet large the wall of fluid no more the size of a man did its best to collide with the projectile and at the least detonate it prematurely while it was still near the original trajectory of its launcher. Kite was more at a loss of what to do and instead of preparing some ill-though sword attack was genuinely thinking of dismounting and forcing up a wall of sand to coat the thing burying it underneath the sand. Prepped for launch he waited, listening, gripping in the event he was needed.
An ominous kind of shaking building up in his fists that he wasn't aware of. But perhaps the cat he was currently gripping would feel it? A pulse, like a heartbeat. Singing from his fist waiting to be launched out against what insurmountable target faced off against them.
Skidding like he was, even after the launch the old man atop his land skimmer wouldn't come for a direct engagement for a few minutes. He bore no menace towards the travelers and was genuinely perplexed by them, after all his captain had ordered him to intercept and deal with thugs and brutes but not tourists or pets. That's what the cannonball was for, an experimental type weapon that was designed to fly fast and hit hard leaving absolutely no evidence behind other than a gaping hole and the disappearance of the target. Highly illegal and outlawed by the government prior to its complete conception, they refused to use it publicly so a few crews that could afford it bought some every now and then. Highly volatile and composed of several very hard to get precious metals the trajectile was intended to immediately detonate once it felt any force, sans wind resistance and maybe slipping into a body of water.
Unknown to Miu, to gaunt and to Kite the captain responsible was none other than Loon the feathered. A very eccentric kind of man known for his appreciation of birds, feathers and genuinely anything highly tropical and gold. His brother, currently engaged with Pluto, was a source of annoyance and generally ignored if not for the occasional birthday bashes and the like. His brother was a small fry, Loon was... well. Stoic, almost entirely emotionless sans his obsession with gold and the belief that riches could elevate you to a higher plane of spiritual existence.
Greed. Greed is what motivated him to set this rather simple, but fairly effective trap.