(12:46:19 PM) Ragazzo: Taft Black, dashing, deadly /slayer/ of monsters, and all around ladies' man was getting distinctly ruffled. No matter how much he circled, and swung, and stabbed these vile, viscous villains, they remained unharmed! It was really damn annoying.
(12:49:35 PM) Rights: He was getting annoyed? Lets be honest, the group of multicolored goops, slimy things that twisted into various forms, were at least five times as pissed as he was. One of them was even fiddling with a cell phone inside of it's body, giving him dirty look every time he slashed at it.
(12:49:45 PM) Rights: "Seirously, dude, jsut lay off." One of them bubbled in a gasping voice.
(12:51:28 PM) Ragazzo: "Die fiend!" STABSTABSTAB.
(12:52:25 PM) Rights: The goos sighed. Well, one of them checked the phone. She'd be here soon...as a matter of fact....the door slammed open, and....in she stepped, looking at her phone and glancing up. "...Jesus, you didn't say he was dressed like a fag."
(12:52:47 PM) Ragazzo: "Wha-"
(12:53:37 PM) Rights: She takes a few quick steps forward, and grabs him by the shoulder. "Hello."
(12:54:32 PM) Ragazzo: Taft turns his head at the door slamming open, and is startled by the beautiful, skimpily dressed young woman.
(12:54:47 PM) Ragazzo: "Er...hello..."
(12:55:06 PM) Ragazzo: "I'm rather busy at the moment, if you would kindly stand back..."
(12:55:22 PM) Rights: She smiled at him. She was lovely, flushed skin, dark eyes, plump lips, her wild hair back in a ponytail. She shifted, and the motion made her breasts jiggle slightly.
(12:55:29 PM) Rights: At least, before she threw a haymaker at his face, without warning.
(12:59:08 PM) Ragazzo: "Shit!!"  Taft gets knocked back, but rolls to his feet, away from Aiko, his trenchcoat fluttering perfectly behind as he flicks out another rapier topoint at Aiko, while the other sweeps warning back and forth across the goopeople. "Aha, so you're a consort of these monsters, are you?!"
(12:59:21 PM) Ragazzo: God damn you poncey son of a bitch.
(12:59:34 PM) Ragazzo: Stop trying to wipe the blood from your nose.
(1:04:56 PM) Rights: Aiko places a hand on her hips, looking at him, mildly...annoyed. "Aiko!" "Oh, thank god, this poncy asshole's been trying to stab us for like an hour." "Hey baby, lookin' good!" The goopeople chirp at her. She smiles at them, then looks back to Taft. "...I'm a friend."
(1:06:06 PM) Ragazzo: "...uh huh."
(1:06:26 PM) Ragazzo: Taft pauses, eyes flickering to a street sign.
(1:06:29 PM) Ragazzo: "..."
(1:06:36 PM) Rights: "Put down that sword. You look like you're going to a renfaire."
(1:06:47 PM) Ragazzo: He sheathes a sword, and pulls otu a scrap of paper, what looks like a job listing.
(1:06:55 PM) Ragazzo: "...shiiiiiiit."
(1:07:15 PM) Rights: "...what?"
(1:07:15 PM) Ragazzo: He sheathes the other sword, and turns to the goopeople.
(1:07:21 PM) Rights: She grosses her arms, eyes narrow.
(1:07:22 PM) Ragazzo: "I am *so* sorry."
(1:07:36 PM) Ragazzo: "I had the wrong address. I am so, so sorry."
(1:07:45 PM) Rights: Aiko facepalms so hard.
(1:07:53 PM) Rights: The goopeople hiss at him, angrily.
(1:09:53 PM) Rights: "...Okay, Assassin's Creed, what the hell?" Aiko snips.
(1:10:26 PM) Ragazzo: "I am not an assassin." He is deeply affronted at the accusation.
(1:10:38 PM) Rights: "I'm making fun of your ridiculous clothes."
(1:10:46 PM) Ragazzo: "..."
(1:10:47 PM) Rights: "...Seriously, /did/ you get those at a renfaire?"
(1:10:55 PM) Ragazzo: "These are /good/ clothes."
(1:10:59 PM) Rights: "Yes."
(1:11:04 PM) Rights: "In 1677."
(1:11:14 PM) Ragazzo: "...well, yes."
(1:11:45 PM) Rights: "...What I'm trying to say is, what the hell are you wearing, and why are you trying to stab, of all things, the jellos?"
(1:11:55 PM) Rights: "I take offense to that term in regard to my species!" One of them pipes up. "SHUT UP."
(1:12:02 PM) Ragazzo: "It's not my fault you people have no sense of fashion. OR modesty."
(1:12:16 PM) Ragazzo: "It was a misunderstanding..."
(1:12:23 PM) Rights: "Oh, god, you're not a time traveller, are you? Jesus..." Aiko rubs her temples.
(1:12:39 PM) Ragazzo: "I thought they were evil..."
(1:13:02 PM) Ragazzo: "I can't help where Doors go." Taft flatfaces.
(1:13:08 PM) Ragazzo: "Or when."
(1:13:55 PM) Rights: "...You look ridiculous."
(1:14:04 PM) Rights: "Wait... are you a Hunter?"
(1:14:32 PM) Ragazzo: "Slayer." He's a hunter. You can tell he's the kind of derp that thinks slayer sounds cooler though.
(1:16:10 PM) Rights: Aiko looks at him
(1:16:13 PM) Rights: With so.
(1:16:14 PM) Rights: much.
(1:16:15 PM) Rights: hate.
(1:16:29 PM) Rights: Her belt, an ornate pattern of interwoven, red-metal vines, suddenly shifts and slithers up her arms.
(1:16:41 PM) Ragazzo: Taft returns it with as much cool, measured discontent as he can.
(1:16:57 PM) Ragazzo: Dis...uh, fuck.
(1:17:01 PM) Ragazzo: What's the word.
(1:17:07 PM) Ragazzo: CONTEMPT!
(1:17:09 PM) Ragazzo: That's it.
(1:17:11 PM) Rights: Contempt, yep.
(1:17:54 PM) Rights: "...You've got thirty seconds to go before I start wailing on you." The vines grow and coat her arms and chest, becoming thorny. A nymph? Nature elemental? WHAT IS SHE.
(1:18:05 PM) Ragazzo: Ahhh, if they're going to fight, do we want stats?
(1:19:12 PM) Rights: I dunno, are they?
(1:19:55 PM) Ragazzo: Taft raises an eyebrow, and his right hand goes to the hilt of one of his swords. "I have no quarrel with you, woman."
(1:21:00 PM) Rights: "Shaddup. You're a monster, preying off humanity's fear of what's different. For every real monster you kill, who eats children and salts crops or whatever, how many innocent people do you think you murder?" She snorts.
(1:21:14 PM) Rights: "How many werewolf mothers, trying to hide their pups."
(1:21:25 PM) Rights: "How many dryads, trying to perserve their blessed forests."
(1:21:31 PM) Rights: "How many?"
(1:22:08 PM) Ragazzo: "..."
(1:22:50 PM) Rights: "Well?" She crosses her arm, her tone motherly, chiding.
(1:24:35 PM) Ragazzo: "I slay /monsters/. I am not a monster." He seems a bit huffy, defensive. "Or do necromancers send hordes of undead to slaughter villages because they want their unholy spawn to have a good dinner before bed."
(1:26:03 PM) Rights: "And how often does that happen? Are you slaying necromancers claiming they'll rule the world, or confused young men who are trying to learn to control their abilities?"
(1:27:22 PM) Ragazzo: "Their 'abilities' would be better off being allowed to wither, and rot. By seeking to improve their dark art, they fall prey to it."
(1:27:50 PM) Ragazzo: Taft is clearly an idealistic, hard-line idiot.
(1:28:05 PM) Rights: Aiko rolls her eyes. "I know some very nice necromancers who would take offense to taht."
(1:28:34 PM) Ragazzo: Taft lowers his hand from his hilt.
(1:29:14 PM) Ragazzo: "They rip souls from their rest. That is the opposite of nice."
(1:30:02 PM) Rights: "Half the time only the body is affected, not the soul, and they cannot help the nature of their talents. Do you blame dogs for pissing on the carpet and chasing cats?"
(1:30:14 PM) Ragazzo: "Yes."
(1:30:15 PM) Rights: "Given proper training, they can, and do learnt o control and use their powers effectively."
(1:30:22 PM) Rights: "Provided nobody *murders* them first."
(1:30:45 PM) Ragazzo: "When that learning involves /killing/ *other* people?"
(1:31:40 PM) Rights: "Did you ever stop to think that, maybe, if we weren't force to hide in the shadows, we could seek out people and help them before their powers get out of control?"
(1:32:52 PM) Ragazzo: "Hmph, as though they want help."
(1:34:18 PM) Rights: "We DO!"
(1:34:38 PM) Rights: "My LIFE is devoted to helping things find their place, finding control and temperance."
(1:36:31 PM) Ragazzo: "A noble pursuit, in it's own way. I assume you're a member of the Hand then. All softness, and hugs, and pats on the back." He scoffs.
(1:37:45 PM) Rights: "...Not that hand." Her eyes narrow.
(1:40:47 PM) Ragazzo: "I cann't imagine where else a sympathetic little thing like you would belong."
(1:41:09 PM) Ragazzo: Taft clearly thinks Aiko is a /pansy/.
(1:42:03 PM) Rights: She responds in the appropriate way. By moving to punch him in his stupid face. Should we roll?
(1:42:22 PM) Ragazzo: Meh, let's justarrpee it.
(1:43:03 PM) Rights: Thank god the thorns aren't on her knuckles, but the metalplant gauntlets are.
(1:43:29 PM) Ragazzo: Taft is ready this time, and attempts to catch Aiko's arm, and tug her forward into his quickly rising knee. Whether or not he does, the thorns are going to hurt.
(1:44:33 PM) Rights: She moves with the tug easily, and barrels her full weight into him, armor protecting against his raised knee with scraping, hooked thorns. Still knocks some of the wind out of her, tho
(1:46:33 PM) Ragazzo: "Nngh..." The thorns shred and slice through the padded leather armor Taft wears under his coat, and he grunts tumbling backwards.
(1:47:09 PM) Ragazzo: He tries box Aiko across the ears with the flat of his wrist.
(1:47:14 PM) Ragazzo: *tries to
(1:47:23 PM) Rights: She moves to pin him to the floor, and reels slightly at the blow.
(1:49:25 PM) Ragazzo: It's not at all difficult, he's far from being a heavyyweight. Kind of waifish, really.
(1:49:54 PM) Ragazzo: He lays panting under her, grimacing, and glaring.
(1:50:17 PM) Rights: She pins him and sits up over him, all the sharp, pointing thorny bits near his face...and she stills. Mmm warm thighs. No, wait, shit, cold spiky metal everywhere else. "...We are not the hand you think we are."
(1:50:26 PM) Rights: "It's fine if you want to deal with them, if you want to be accpeting and nurtuing."
(1:50:33 PM) Rights: "But somebody has to actually save the day, and fight back."
(1:51:19 PM) Ragazzo: "That's what *I* was saying."
(1:51:48 PM) Rights: "You just do it like a fearmongerer seeking justification to live out his fantasies."
(1:52:49 PM) Rights: "How old are you?"
(1:53:23 PM) Rights: "Are you in this for the glory, or to actually make the world a genuinely better place? You know that, eventually no-one will thank you. They will bury all evidence that you, or people like you, or the things you fought ever existed."
(1:55:19 PM) Ragazzo: "I don't care. I do what I have to, because it's right, and needs to be done. If you want to ssit back, and pretend the monsters of the world can be stopped with a kind word, and a plate of cookies, *fine*. That's your choice."