Flight 234 discussion

(Roleplay when I say)

((Can I come in yet?))

((Yep))

Zina cocked an arrow in her bow and aimed at the shadow of an animal. She aimed and fired. It hit right on. She went to look at it. A leopard. Good stew.

Luke sat in a tree and watched zina

Cress ran in and around trees, down slopes and finally to a small brook. He smiles, and sniffs it, confirming it's clarity.

Noctis sauntered through the forest, his obsidian claws latching into the side of a tree and scaling it with an inhuman ease, his tail providing balance as he began to leap from canopy to canopy. The obsidian spikes, that he had seen earlier, began to protrude from his back along his spine and he glanced down to see Cress. Wrapping his tail around the branch he was currently on, he fell and then hung upside down right before his head could touch the ground."Found water?" He asked him.

Cress nods, smiling at Noctis. He closes his eyes and tries to shift, but does nothing. Sighing, he lays down at the brook's side, watching the water tumble over the tiny falls.

Noctis let his hands touch the ground before he unwrapped his tail from the branch, softly touching his feet to the ground without havoc. It was obvious that Cress was sad about something but he couldn't be sure what it was. It could have been the fact they were stuck here."Hey Cress, whats wrong?" He asked, his head canting curiously to the side.

Cress looked up, his black eyes meaningful. "I'm stuck." he managed in a low, tumbling voice, hoping Noctis would understand. He stood up and turned his head, inspecting the wings coming out of his back.

He frowned, and attempted lifted it, tilting his head. He moved it to the side in what was meant to be a slow action, but it rocketed out, and he fell over.

Azali walked through the trees, slowly and deliberately touching every one of the trees that she could reach. She nodded at each of the people she passed, waiting to see if anyone noticed how normal, how HUMAN, she looked while hiding her tail, ears, and wings. Waited to see if anyone noticed just who she really was.

Cress scrambled up, and looked around as he heard the noise of approaching feet. He looks around and tremors as he sees a girl walk into the clearing. He jolts and blinks a ripple seeming to pass through his eyes. It was like an eletric shock, but he wasn't sure why. Curious, he walked over, sniffing at her legs and hands.

Cress scrambled up, and looked around as he heard the noise of approaching feet. He looks around and tremors as he sees a girl walk into the clearing. He jolts and blinks a ripple seeming to pass through his eyes. It was like an electric shock, but he wasn't sure why. Curious, he walked over, sniffing at her legs and hands.

She laughed quietly. "Well hello there. And who might you be?"

Cress looked up, confused. She smelt like a cat, and a bird, saltwater, clouds, oil, sand, sweat, leather, silver, copper... He didn't even know how he new what they smelt like.

He strained again to shift, but it didn't work very well. He groaned at the pain, but his paws had altered, and he had opposable thumbs. Kind of.

His back was thinner and longer, slightly arched, and his legs were longer. his muzzle was shorter, but it was hard to tell the differences. Cress only noticed because it hurt so much.

Through pants, he managed, "Cress... You..? Don't... talk to me... like an infant... Please..."

Again, she chuckled breathily, probably to herself though it was hard to tell. Her voice because a bit less friendly and child-like. "Azali. Azali Spade. No need to be so polite, I'm no lily white prayergirl, you know." She smiled slightly and leaned against a tree, inspecting him from her vantage point.

Cress smirked, which he was sure looked wierd/creepy, but he didn't care.

"Nice to meat you, Azali." She looked normal but she sure as hell wasn't. A bit like Noctis...

was.

The smile dropped from her face in an instant, and her hand had already flashed to the dagger in her belt. "You know something. I can see it in your eyes. That and pain." Here she hissed in pleasured thought. "I could put you in so much more pain... now, tell me what you know."

Cress stepped back, and a rippled passed again through his eyes.

W-Why was she doing this? Whats wrong with her? Wh...Why?

He whimpered taking another step back, but as his foot hit the ground, another jolt passed through his body. He screamed/whimpered and tripled in size.

The ripple passed insistently through his eyes, and they seemed to radiate black.

He looked down at the girl, a low rumble tumbling out of his throat and through the air.

"Do not threaten me. I mean no harm, but what I want doesn't seem to effect anything anymore. All I know is that you SURE AS HELL AIN'T HUMAN, BUT WHY THE HELL SHOULD I CARE?! IT'S NOT LIKE ANYONE ON THIS DAMNED ISLAND IS HUMAN NO MORE, IS IT?! AND WHY THE HELL SHOULD I CARE IF ONE AIN'T?"

He had stopped growing, but his spines were massive, as where his claws, which sunk deep into the earth, and numerous horns spiking from the back of his head.

"DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD PUT ME THROUGH MORE PAIN THEN I HAVE ALREADY BEEN THROUGH?!"

She smirked and flicked the knife back into its holster. "I'm certain I could. Putting people into pain is my JOB. And Goddess, do I enjoy it. I won't apologize for my reflexes. Self-defense and all." She shrugged and looked up at him, perfectly calm. "But you're right. I'm not even close to human." She let her tail, ears, claws, fangs, and wings fade into view. "Better?"

Cress growled, but was satisfied with the apology. He popped his neck, and smirked, before saying, "Tell me if this is painful enough for you."

Cress closes his eyes, and imagined himself searching for a little switch that made him shift. He smiled as he found it, for all the previouse times he had tried recently, it was hidden from view.

His back arches horrifically, and hundreds of snaps and cracks echoed around the clearing as His bones snapped and reshaped, along with his muscles and hair. Blood spewed out of him, but was blocked up as his skin closed back up, and he stood back as his human self, but with fur-like sideburns, fangs, claws, oddly shaped legs and black eyes with a deranged, psychotic feel to them, though Cress was still in perfectly good mental health.

He sucked in a breath as it finished, and scrubbed the last off the blood off of his suit.

((Not real clothing. It is actually part of him, and tougher than any fabric in the world. He just adds it to the process of shifting.))

She shut her eyes as he changed, and a slow smile slid across her face. "Ah, how I love the sound of blood. Of hurt." She opened her eyes and looked at him. "But I could have done better. I could have made you scream." She shrugged slightly. "Not that there's a point to it now. But you don't intimidate me. You won't. In any form. But you weren't trying to, now were you. Well, I've seen your non-human qualities, and you're lookin' right at mine." She turned a slow circle, careful not to leave her back unguarded. She smiled, light and airy. "What do you think?"

"Not my favorite." Cress said. He looked down in the brook at his reflection, smirking. He looked like a crazed, dangerous, monster-wolf-man, She looked like a neko, yet their personalities did not match their appearances in the slightest.

He slipped his tongue out of his mouth and ran it over his sharp teeth, before letting it loose and not bothering to slip it back into his mouth. It was more comfortable like this, though it added to the deranged, psychopath look.

He looked up, eyes like pits of pure darkness, and his mouth hanging slightly open with his tongue, long and dark, hanging out of his mouth between two sharp fangs. Fur lined the sides of his neck and face, and he looked hunched, yet tall, his legs long and bent slightly. Two large, bat-like wings folded neatly against his back.

She laughed. A pure, bell-like sound that didn't seem to fit at all with the dark person she had come off as. "You know, for a monster boy, you aren't half bad. Honest. I like it. Not that you care what I like, of course." She let her wings and such fade out again and she slid down the tree, her cargos sliding up slightly, showing another small dagger attached to her leg, and she straightened it out, hiding it again.

Cress blinked slowly, Unimpressed. "You know I'm older then you, right? Unless you 300 or something, and just look like a 16 year old. I don't like being called 'Boy'."

He smirked in his mind, and wondered if there was anything special about her daggers hidden in numerous places around her body. He could smell them.

She smiled up at him. "Try 5,000." She slid a long blade out of her pocket and braided it into her hair, until it was invisible. She started to hum a beautiful melody that flowed acidically off her tongue. Somehow managing to be both enchanting and evil in the same breath. She took a step or two closer to him, head cocked slightly sideways, eyes locked on his.

Cress Raised an eyebrow. "That's nice. What is this supposed to be, a spell or something? And you shouldn't braid sharp objects into your hair. What if you fell over?"

Cress stood tall, almost amused at her efforts to intimidate him. He didn't feel anything could anymore. He felt... different.

Ripples spread through Cress' eyes once again, and an evil smirk spread onto his face.

"The song?" She blushed ever so slightly. "My brother. Axan. He wrote it for me when I was very little. A long long time ago that was. And as for the blade, I've had experience. If I fall, it's pointed so that it will stab the ground, not me." Suddenly her eyes widened slightly and she laughed that bell laugh again. "You.. you think I was trying to SCARE you?! With an old song and a blade woven into a braid?" She was cracking up, but her eyes never left his. Abruptly, her laughter stopped, and all traces of a smile dropped from her face. "Something's wrong. What is it?" She laid her hand lightly on his arm.

He shivered at her touch, and a ripple ran through his arm, up his neck, through his face. His smirk widened, seeming to rip the skin on his face, and hundreds of layers of dagger and razor like death decorated the area behind it. His eyes grew wide, hundreds off ripples passing through them in Milli-seconds.

Her eyes drifted to half mast and she reached for his neck. Her hand slid down the side of his throat slowly and she looked through several of the pockets on her belt, mumbling to herself. "I knew it... worse than fever hot... I think.. I may have... something for that.."

Cress was confused by her words, but didn't really care. He just felt weird, tired even.

...
Mainly weird.

He dampened his lips and closed his eyes, trying to dismiss the feeling, and it was replaced by nausea. He blinks, trying to make it go away, and a pain shoots through his head.

Stumbling, he backs into a tree and slides back down it, leaning against it with his eyes closed. He groans quietly, but it advances into a growl-like whine.

She kneeled by his side, one knee pressed into the ground, the other rested her arm. Using her other hand she ran her finger tips across his forehead, across his jaw, down his neck, and pressed into his chest. She was quiet when she spoke. But loud enough that he could hear her, and she enunciated each word clearly. "What. Is. Wrong?" Somehow, she made that sharp words sound sweet.

Cress coughed up feathers. He didn't feel well, but not like an illness.

He just felt... Felt..


He coughed again, this time coughing up a watery, black substance, mixed in with damp, black feathers. A ripple ran through his body again, and he jolted his head back in pain as it reached his face.

She shuddered slightly and failed at resisting the smile that came with his pain. She was too close. She could feel him hurting, a sweet echo in her head. After a moment she spoke, still soft and sweet, but now her voice and earned an edge is hadn't had before. "Answer me, Cress. What in Hell is wrong with you."

"HOW THE F..." His eyes snap open as another rippled passes through his body, before slamming closed as he tucks his head into his chest, shaking.

black blood dribbles from his eyes and he coughs up more feathers.

((Have to go for dinner or will get kicked off. Be back soon!))

Noctis, himself, was confused. This... seemingly seductive albeit repulsive feminine had showed up without any means of serious reasoning and now Cress was undergoing what he assumed was another figure of transformation. Curiosity flickered in his deep occuli, mixed with this sense of fear and uneasiness. He hoped something gruesome was not about to transpire, as the last thing he wanted was to witness sanguine splattering about the vicinity or any sort of gruesome amount of shifting- it was bad enough he had to witness bones and skin moving in an unnatural fashion as it already was. His long, black talons drummed nervously against the terrain and he seriously considered harming the feminine. She was far too close to Cress for his comfort.

She took out a black linen towel from her belt and wiped away some of the mess. Her eyes had softened considerably, and her smile had long since faded. Now she wasn't interested in the pain She was interested in HIM. What was going to happen to him, and how she could stop it. She mumbled in his ear "Don't scream. Calm down. It will hurt far less if you stop thinking. Just stop thin... someone is here. I hadn't stopped to sense it before. Someone is here and they don't want ME to be." She looked down at the ground, but didn't move away from Cress.

((I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE!! So calmly and confusingly expressing confusion, curiosity and concern!! XD

What time is is in America? Man, this is a RECORD for me! I'm us at 6.30 IN THE MORNING ON A WEEKEND!!!! WHOOO! (It's POURING OUTSIDE! I'm a HEAVY sleeper, but it woke me up))

Cress rubs the hot liquid off of his face and blinks, consumed by intense nausea.

He groans and pushs himself upright, but slips to the side and slams into the ground, blacking out.

That was his signal. Cress was out cold and Noctis wasn't about to let this maiden linger around him for much longer. This feminine Fallen Angel obviously already held some sort of attraction for Cress... and they had only met minutes earlier- how foolish of her. Being the possessive male he was, he emerged from within his sanctuary of foliage and elongated his wickedly curved fangs, his pupils narrowing into slits whilst a quiet but meaningful hiss swept past his tenacious orifices.

((Lol! I could stay up... Until five at the most.))

(Aww, thank you! I'm just doing my best to convey Azzy's own unique personality, though I'm probably not doing a great job. And it's 3:46pm in Illinois, i just got out of school a bit ago.) She cocked her head slightly to the side, but didn't hesitate. Hesitation was a sign of weakness, something she refused to have. She pulled Cress up and leaned him against a tree, hastily washing the towel in a small puddle of water and pressing it to his forehead, running it across his neck and the rest of the exposed skin. His temperature was too hot. Far too hot.

She hardly glanced at the newcomer and only whispered to him as she worked. "Stop standing around and preening and start helping me."

"Step away first…" he murmured, cautiously stepping toward his target and the victim, his eyes never leaving the feminine. He didn't like the sight of this creature touching Cress- she didn't deserve to touch what was his.

She looked up at him, her eyes burning with an intense fire, and she hissed. "I'm not going anywhere until he's better now you can stand around, you can help me, or you can LEAVE!" She glanced down and once again her eyes softened as she gently pressed the makeshift cold-pad to his cheek.

His lips parted further, another hiss erupting from the pit of his throat before he settled to draw near, making sure to keep as far away from the feminine as possible. He still didn't like her, and once Cress was "better," or at least "awake," he was going to go back to being disco operative and threatening her wellbeing. Unless she stepped up to her promise and left like she had mentioned just a few seconds ago…"Fine." However, he couldn't help but become tense at the soft gesture she applied to Cress- it sickened him to an ascending extent and he didn't appreciate the attractiveness of her intentions.

((Aww! Come on! Give me a break! I missed 12 minutes and a miny essay! Let me catch up...))

She didn't bother looking up at him. He could do what he wished. But, still, she spoke softly to him. "We're all stuck here, you know. There's no reason to fight... just yet. You might as well calm down. I said I'd leave, and I plan to keep that word. Unless Cress says otherwise, though I highly doubt he will. I won't be bothered though. I'm used to being sent away." She shrugged slightly and dipped the towel back in the water, running it down his throat and neck lightly, so as not to hurt him. She didn't know how sensitive he was in this state, and she didn't intend on being the one to find out.

Cress' right opened a groggily, and he peered around with his average golden eye. He still felt weird, but less so, and examined the two creatures leaning over him. Noctis looked pissed, though concerned, as did the girl.

He felt numb all over and closed his eyes again, breathing out softly. He didn't feel the need of air at the moment, but it was calming.

"Are we having a party or something?" Said cress groggily and blinked, opening both eyes and revealing that his left was still black, but the ripples had dismissed. He felt like he had a major hangover, including the fact that his face HURT!

"Oh. You're awake. I should go, then. It seems whoever THAT is," she pointed to Noctis, "wants me gone. I said I'd leave after you had awaken, and I believe it's time for me to keep that promise." She tried to hide the cloth, so that he wouldn't know she had been tending to him as he had been passed out.

"I feel numb..." Cress muttered, touching his arms and legs. As he felt at his face, a ripping pain passed through his body, and he jolted. He balled his hands into and clamped his eyes shut, before whispering, "I don't feel numb..."

Noctis scoffed, folding his arms over his chest."Party…" he repeated, as if trying the word on for size to twist it and manipulate it to fit the situation, but this situation was far to thin."Quite the contrary actually," he murmured, calming down almost immediately after realizing Cress seemed well, given he was in the mood enough to crack some witty joke. He could depict pain, in the one eye that was actually readable given the other was pitch and unfathomable.

His eyes darted to the feminine, and he gained a begrudging look, mumbling incoherent curses beneath his breath."Sorry," he managed to mouth."However, I still do not like you." He didn't like her because… she had the ignorant nerve to touch his friend- his possession and she barely knew him. She was a prostitute in his book and someone like her should not be respected...