Hunting Hobs

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 gevurahAllegiance: I think I see her.
***gevurahAllegiance PMs plutonianFerment : ( Hey, don't run away, ok? I was looking for you! I was worried as hell =:( )
gevurahAllegiance: [theme : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Pkbo4q4q2E&list=PLD072A6F1B2BAE819&index=4&feature=plpp_video ]

pF: [Brine's land is that of Wheels and Towers, and she is currently sitting at the top of one of one of the latter, legs dangling over the edge, flashlight across her lap.]

gevurahAllegiance: PLUFER!

pF: [At the alert from Yervoy, her head jerks up, hoodie falling off her face and onto her shoulders. Her head darts, warily, looking for the troll.]

gevurahAllegiance: OR WHAT IS YOUR NAME, CAUSE WE Oh dammit

gA: [He messes with his shadephones to switch to text only, then waves to her]
gA: [He tries to get near]

***plutonianFerment PMs gevurahAllegiance (Go away.)

pF: [She hops off the tower edge, dropping three, four, five meters. A gleaming arrow materializes under her bare feet when she hits ground, and the hob is off.]

***gevurahAllegiance PMs plutonianFerment : ( Why? We are teammates! I promised that I will look after you )
***gevurahAllegiance curses under his breath

gA: [Chain manifests on Yervoy's wrist, tugging his right hand in Brine's direction]
gA: [He walks toward her]
pF: [Up a hill, leaping through the spinning center of one of the Land's gigantic prayer wheels, and down another slope.]
gA: [He swears loudly and deploys his rocket bike]
gA: [It is hard to maneuver between the praying wheels and towers and rocky landscape]
gA: [He has only the Chain telling him where to go]
pF: [Brine moves like grease lightning, vaulting over obstacles, taking unpredictable vectors at speeds impossible without the arrows of Fate. But wherever it is, she's heading...downhill.]
gA: [Yervoy finds himself challenged to maneuver with the bike, so he stashes it into his sylladex]
gA: [He runs after Brine]
gA: [Chains of his Sentence tighten around his wrist]
pF: ["Go AWAY!"]
gA: ["I CAN'T"]
gA: [[ theme http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSaeCzSavxc&feature=related  ]]
pF: [The hob girl is undaunted, scrambling atop a turning prayer wheel, pausing just a moment on its spinning surface to look over her shoulder at the progress of the troll behind her.]
gA: [The troll in question is already panting heavily]
gA: [The chains in his head tell him to avoid the slippery wheel that is adjacent to one that his lost coplayer is standing on]
pF: [Without hesitating to judge the timing, Brine drops into the center of the wheel, narrowly missing being caught by a spinning cross-bar.]
gA: [Yervoy reaches the wheel, to find that the central hole is just barely large enough for him to get into]
gA: [He concentrates on halting the movement of the Wheel]
gA: [Chains bind the cross-bars, stopping the wheel and allowing  Yervoy to pass through]
gA: ["PLEASE, STOP RUNNING!]
pF: ["What do you want."]
pF: [Her voice is flat.]
gA: ["To talk, ok?"]
pF: [Brine, at the bottom of the giant prayer wheel, paces the edge of the inside, looking for the next way out.]
pF: ["You've got me trapped."]
gA: ["Just, go up and talk with me at least for a moment"]
pF: ["I'm not negotiating on uneven ground."]
gA: ["I never caused you any harm."]
gA: ["..."]
gA: ["Go back on the top of the wheel, then we will be on even ground"]
pF: [Yervoy can hear the scrape of claws against metal, the -shffing- sound of dirt being displaced,....]
gA: ["What. The. Hell. ARE. YOU."]
pF: [And the -TING- of another vector arrow. There she goes again. Dug out from the bottom.]
gA: ["AUGH!"]
gA: ["Law-chain binds to his wrist and catapults him up the hole]
gA: [The tug of his Sentence Chain becomes almost painful]
pF: [Brine is zig-zagging across the landscape again, instinct seeking high ground. If the 'ground' between Troll and Hob is naturally so uneven, then what would equalize it?]
gA: [Yervoy curses loudly and runs after Brine, deploying his bike again for a little bit of advantage against much swifter quarry]
pF: [Up, up, the hob girl moves as if she had wings or the Breeze itself aiding her. She ascends the vertical face of a tower with toeholds and grips too small for anyone else to possibly take advantage of.]
pF: [At it's top, spokes project outwards, strings of brightly-coloured flags hanging off of them. But none are close enough to the ground that anyone could reasonably reach her, here.]
pF: [http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=l2I8147ZDq8&NR=1]
gA: [Yervoy arrives at the bottom of the tower]
pF: [There is, conspicuously, no door or stairs.]
gA: [And yet the spokes look promising enough]
pF: [What, the ones -all the way- up there?]
gA: [The Chain erupts from the Yervoy's wrist and ties strongly to the spoke bearing the purple flag]
gA: [Sentence of finding the teammate in good health will be executed now]
gA: [Yervoy climbs the tower, surely aided by the Word of Law behind his back]
pF: [At the clinking sound of chains, Brine moves to the opposite side of the tower's edge----okay.]
pF: [Okay. Uh.]
pF: [That might be a little bit too high for her to drop.]
gA: ["Don't you dare to jump"]
gA: [He is close to the top now]
pF: [Uneasy, Brine backs her way out onto the opposite spoke, wrapping her tail around it for stability. She squeezes the heavy flashlight in her hand tightly.]
gA: [Yervoy managed to ascend at the top of the tower]
gA: [ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56bVNrGaw3U&list=PLD072A6F1B2BAE819&index=12&feature=plpp_video ]
pF: ["You don't give up."]
gA: ["I told you I can't. It is the Law" he shows her his wrist. The chain is now so tight it cuts his skin. Tarry blood seeps from beneath ]
gA: [He sits on the spoke, trying to catch balance]
pF: ["Hunting hobs is worth your right hand?"]
gA: ["Not hunting hobs. Finding a teammate and server player, on the other hand" Yer smiles weakly, still obviously out of breath]
gA: ["Can we forget for a moment about our history and focus on bloody now, ok?"]
pF: ["Okay."]
pF: [Brine gives a long sigh. "What do you need from me?"]
gA: [Yervoy glances at her with tired expression "To come back to us and be a team player"]
gA: [He bites his tongue to not say something that might be offensive or crass]
pF: ["If this is about everyone else, then why did they send you?"]
pF: [Really, she just looks....tired.]
pF: [Or bored.]
gA: ["'Cause you are my server and I have those neat powers that make me the best guy to find someone"]
gA: [He scowls when Law Chain starts to grind agains his wrist]
gA: ["Also, it maybe cause I kinda can empathize with you the best, even if I don't know your full name"]
gA: ["I mean, look at this mess" he waves his bloodied hand "I would be culled on spot, should someone see that"]
pF: ["So you keep telling me."]
gA: [Yervoy faceclaws with his bad hand]
pF: ["It's not even culling for aliens, you know. It's 'taking the trash out.'"]
gA: ["You are useful, nobody would cull you on spot. I could be best marksman in the fucking empire, and that wouldn't save me from being a paintcan if someone would see this"]
gA: ["AND I WAS WORSE TRASH THAN YOU!" Yervoy growls, both from pain and from pure exasperation]
pF: ["<Even a mutant is still a troll,>" Brine mutters under her breath in hob.]
pF: [He doesn't get it. Even if they're both scum, they've had completely different lives.]
pF: [But something worth asking about occurs to her.]
pF: ["Were you happy to get away, by playing?"]
gA: [I mean, the powers are always getting to be cool in the end"]
gA: ["Especially Rage"]
gA: ["I wish you that you will roll Rage one day" Yer smiles a bit, not showing his fangs]
gA: [He moves in Brine's direction, slowly crawling on the spoke, using only his one hand]
gA: ["Why won't we move somewhere more comfortable, your hive perhaps?" Yer extends his hand to Brine]
gA: ["I am Yervoy by the way, nice to finally meet you']
pF: [Brine looks at the offered hand with suspicion, and then back up at Yervoy.]
pF: ["You want my name?"]
gA: ["... Maybe not now, if you are not ok. But I don't want to refer to you as 'payFee" all the time"]
pF: ["Galefriend Farishalt."]
pF: [The hob stands, uncurling her tail and balancing with careless ease on the narrow spoke.]
gA: [The troll tries to crouch on the spoke, and ends up barely catching balance. His head is a bit lower than her]
gA: ["Anthon, of the Putrefactor sign"]
gA: [He still holds his hand extended to her]
pF: [A step forward. Another one. And there's the troll, black and mutant, practically /debasing/ himself on her account. And yet...]
pF: [She puts a hand on his forehead, steadying his wobble. "This is so important to you? Not just a 'player,' thing, but...?"
gA: ["...A friend? Yep. Call me the shittiest troll ever, but still. I would like to trust people here, and if I knew that you have my back, I will be really glad"]
pF: [Brine takes one step back, and vaults over Yervoy to land in the center of the tower's platform. "You're not a friend. You may not get to be a friend. But we can work together."]
gA: [The chain snapped without a sound. Neither of them do notice.]
gA: ["That's all right with me, I guess" Yervoy deploys his rocket bike on a spoke, and invites Brine to sit on a crossbeam, trying to sit on a saddle himself]
pF: ["Is this a ride?"]
gA: ["The coolest ride on this land" Yervoy snickers]
pF: [She opts for climbing onto his shoulder and wrapping her tail closely around his arm or neck.]
gA: [Pchoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo]
gA: [They left the tower and flew above the beautiful Land, finally landing on the top of Brine's Dwelling Spire]
gA: ((I think we are good for a moment))
gA: ((also this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship!))