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Post by fishtie on Jun 1, 2007 3:28:08 GMT -5
(Ooc: This takes place before Divine Judgement.)
A small secluded section of the forest section Machal could be seen fiddling with something small on the ground. The place was quite peaceful, the only sound about was a single blue bird that must have slipped onto the grounds somehow. A few healthy trees provided cool shade from the sun high above.
Machal continued to fidget without paying much attention to what was going on about him. A small number of short hills and shrubs would obscure the view of what Machal was doing specifically until someone got quite close, but he could definetly be spotted messing with something, or several somethings.
Every once in a while Machal would send a small pulse of mana into whatever he was working with but barely a spark, surely not enough to achieve much purpose. After about a half hour of working he would move to sitting calmly against a tree and reading a book. Anyone getting close might see the words 'The Art of War' on the cover in delicate gold lettering. After about a half-hour of reading Machal would return to his work.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Jun 1, 2007 12:29:46 GMT -5
Ah, the training grounds. Normally Tristan would be looking for a fight to the point where he'd shoot something out of the trees if he didn't find someone quickly. Today, however, he was simply looking around. He'd only been as far as the other end of this here forest when he fought Tas. Thing was, as he marched through the trees he began feeling small pulses of mana. They felt close...but they were tiny.
That was extremely odd. [Feel that?] He asked of his partner, Yeah...Never heard of someone using that little ammount of mana the way its being dispersed now. Neither had Tristan, [Think an elemental could get loose up here?] As he continued, picking up pace slightly, though making his footsteps silent. Well someone did let loose that frag worm summon. And Tristan began using all of his effort on stealth, making sure not to step on crisp grass or any thing that would snap under toe.
As he came up on the source of the mana, both his and Igneus' noses picked up on a were wolf. Instantly, he lept landing a few feet infront of the being, twin .45's drawn. He realized who it was and pulled back, "Sorry Michal...didn't think any one was just going to be sitting out here." He sighed, returning his guns to their holsters. What the werewolf was doing, just sitting against a tree reading...Art of war? What the hell? [Well theres a book I haven't seen in a while.]
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Post by fishtie on Jun 2, 2007 1:54:43 GMT -5
Regardless of how quiet Tristan was Machal could tell he was here from quite a ways out. Since their first encounter during Machal's first mission Machal had never been able to forget that very unique scent, Machal would probably have smelt him even if Tristan hadn't been approaching from up wind. Machal looked up at the mage and though he was surprised for a moment that weapons were drawn. Well, Machal shrugged as Tristan lowered the guns, Tristan did tend to resort to violence easily.
"Well it is quite relaxing when no ones blowing the place up." By the universal laws of drama and irony a dull explosion could be heard far off in the distance. "You ought to try it some time. I think you could do with a bit of relaxation sometime." Machal gave a friendly smile up at the hunter. "Although I must admit, today I do have a bit of a better reason to be out here."
Machal waved his hand at the ground between the two. Almost carpeting the grass was an army of small figures. Tiny bodies, only about 3 inches tall, stood at proper attention set into perfect rank and file. Most of the tiny warriors appeared to be wielding tiny weapons at their sides; swords, shields, spears, bows, and axes were held in their small hands and minutely detailed armor covered their bodies. They appeared quite like a tiny plastic army that any child might have owned and played with except for the fact that every once in a while one might appear to yawn or scratch it's arm for a second. Off to a side, a small contingent of cavalry moved quite a bit as the tiny horses shook their heads and pawed the ground.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Jun 3, 2007 13:39:49 GMT -5
The hunter cracked a small grin as Michal smiled. Neither Tristan nor Igneus were one for relaxation. No, scratch that. Igneus was content to sit where ever he happened to be and sleep. Relaxation enough, even though Tristan never under stood how he could be that lax all the time. The dragon was one of the oddest creatures Tristan had ever met. He could go from half asleep to battle ready and raring to rip something a new ass in the blink of an eye. Just about literally to.
Tristan looked down as Michal waved his hand, "What are they?" With a raised eyebrow. For all intents and purposes, they looked like a Spartan army from the Trojan war, only the Spartans didn't use any horses in that war as far as Tristan knew. His keen eyes picked up on the movement immediatly, though having been a friend to Torm, such sort of things weren't all that out of place. They didn't look robotic though.
Igneus jumped off his partners shoulder and landed next to him, scanning his, comparitavely, rather large eyes back and forth across the forces, moving his head and neck along with his eyes. "Interesting creations here." He commented aloud, noting that they looked as real as any army from his stand point, which was more reliable then Tristan, being six feet above the figures heads.
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Post by fishtie on Jun 4, 2007 3:12:48 GMT -5
"That's exactly what I thought when I first saw them. They're quite the interesting little creations, aren't they? I found them in a tiny little store down in the town. All they take," Machal took up a plate where about 25 soldiers stood unmoving, "is a little zap," he let a small pulse of mana flow through the plate. As the flow reached each soldier they steered for a moment and then snapped to attention, unmoving again but with a more 'alive' look to them. "and their ready to go." Machal set the plate down on the ground again and shewed at the tiny soldiers. The miniature squad ducked for cover for a moment before the motion was over then trooped over and fell in behind another squad.
"From what the manual says they'll go for about half an hour on one charge. Or until they're defeated. Watch this." Matchal picked up a pair of small swordsmen of the end of a formation. The two tiny fighters struggled, but to no avail against Machal's giant grip. He set them down a bit off from the others and looked at them. "All right, fight." Immediately the tiny fighters drew their weapons and faced each other. They began to engage in combat; thrusting, blocking, slashing and dodging with the appearances of two normal warriors. When one finally out maneuvered the other and slashed with it's blade against an undefended chest the defeated one suddenly seized up and dropped to the ground locked back into the attention position.
"Quite the entertaining little buggers, eh? When I lived back on earth I used to see games like this, but nothing quite so real." Then Machal's voice became a bit more serious. "I hear that their's a war coming. One for the end of the world, that's what everyones saying. Just thought I'd brush up a bit, not that it'll matter much." Machal patted the book that he had set down next to him. Then the degected tone removed itself from his voice. "So Tristan, feel up for a little game?"
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Jun 4, 2007 11:55:01 GMT -5
Ahh. Army men. Little plastic toys that kids, and some times older people, played with in odd strategy games. Tristan wasn't too familiar with them, but he understood the concept. Then Michal mentioned a war and a shiver shot up Tristan's spine. "Yeah...Maedallus saw the end of the world. Massive citadels throwing down blasts of light and wiping out every thing on the planet. I almost forgot about that the past few days." Igneus too shivered slightly before dumping the sensation and nosing a few soldiers who bumped him off with their shields.
It would have been to no avail as, even in this tiny form, Igneus was stronger than most humans, only he allowed it and pulled back his head at their pushings. "I don't know what good a war game will do. We're just gonna be these guys when the time comes." He nosed another romanesque soldier who poked back with its spear. "True enough, but it might be fun. I haven't read that book in a while, nor commanded any sort of bulk of troops, so I might be a bit rusty." He pulled of Shireiutz in its dragon hide holster and laid it down on the ground. He usually leaned it up against something, but Michal was the one near the tree, not Tristan.
The hunter plopped down with crossed legs as he couldn't sit in seiza with these boots on. He would have tried fudoza, but it probably would have gotten iritating. "I just may look for these guys sometime. Igneus could train off them, ya think?" He looked at his partner who turned his head and met gaze for a moment, "I suppose. I mean if we're the soldiers in this war, this scenario might be likely. Sizes would be different though unless I was in my medium form." Igneus projected audibly, looking back at the figures comparitively.
True, Igneus would have to be in his medium form to come to this size relation with any human sized opponent, other wise the figures would have had to be less than an inch tall. "So, a war game is it?" Looking up again through his glasses, his elbows resting on his knees.
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