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Post by Isaac Winters on Sept 5, 2011 17:41:09 GMT -5
Tree, tree, tree, log... Isaac tended to have just enough time to register an obstacle and how to dodge over or around it before he had to either crash, trip, or keep going. He'd been so close, he'd seen the red flag. The only problem being that the guards had seen him. It still sounded like someone, either a guard or another member of the Red Team, was chasing him. He couldn't tell for sure, and looking back was a sure way to run straight into something. All he knew for certain was that they hadn't had any intention of letting him get any closer to that flag, and that now he had no intention of letting himself get caught.
He hadn't had any intention of getting caught, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to happen unintentionally. Like what happened right now. His foot snagged on a tree root he'd missed, causing him to trip and go sprawling along the ground. As quickly as he could he scrambled behind a tree and hoped his pursuer hadn't seen. He could hope, and if that didn't work he could try to be ready to fight.
He pushed himself upright against the tree, or he tried to, but his ankle protested as he put weight on it. Rats. His foot had gotten pretty nicely caught by that root. Chances were he'd pulled something or sprained his ankle, but whatever the case he wasn't going to be going anywhere very quickly on that ankle. This is just not my day.
Team: Blue Team
Tag: Open
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Post by Ren Nakamura on Sept 5, 2011 18:31:47 GMT -5
Ren probably would have been more suited, just categorized by Godly parent, for the aggressive offence who was responsible for finding and taking the flag from the Blue team by force. Instead, however, he thought he’d be better used in a position of patrolling the area and giving chase to any of those blue-clad losers who would be attempting to infiltrate their territory. The thought of the chase really got the Ares aspect in his blood moving, making him mentally salivate a little at the challenge. Part of him was repulsed by that fact, but the point of the exercise was real-life application and getting some aggression out, right?
Suddenly, a loud snap grabbed his attention. The signal that someone from the blue had been spotted. He stood still and closed his eyes, listening intently for the sound of movement in the underbrush and it was only a few seconds before he caught the sound and jerked into action. He unsheathed his katana, his weapon of choice (which he’d asked a Hephaestus kid to forge for him a while back, It had no magical properties and it wasn’t of the traditional Greek variety, but occasionally he’d dual-wield a pair of celestial bronze Greek short swords instead), and shot off after the noise.
After running for the span of about 200 meters, Ren paused, listening again; he held his katana in a firm grip, ready to take the person on. It should have been about where he heard the noise come from, but it seemed to have stopped. Which meant the perpetrator was hiding close by. He’d have them as soon as they moved again, so it didn’t matter if he gave himself away. “I know you’re here, so you should come out and fess up already.”
Team: Red
Tag: Issac/Open
Word Count:282
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Post by Isaac Winters on Sept 5, 2011 19:58:46 GMT -5
Isaac stood there for a moment, and the silence made him wonder if whoever had been pursuing him had gotten tired and let him get off easy. No such luck though, as a male voice could be heard saying that he knew Isaac was there and he should just come out and fess up. He would have sighed, but that would have just given him away. As it was he wasn't going to get out of this. He might not have even if his ankle weren't injured, but he definitely wasn't getting out of it in his current situation. He could try to fight, but even that was taking chances. He wasn't sure off the top of his head which Red Team member was out there. Their choices of weapons could very likely clash to the point that Isaac wouldn't have a chance. Plus his ankle left him at a huge disadvantage.
Having no other choice, he pulled out his rapier and limped out from behind the tree, facing Ren. "I'm hardly worth taking prisoner like this," Isaac pointed out. It wasn't like he was going to be going back after the flag again. Not when he couldn't run away on the chance that he was seen or if he managed to get his hands on the flag. The only benefit in capturing him would be that he couldn't tell his team where the flag was located, and he was hoping that thought wouldn't occur to the other demi-god.
Any fight between them would be over before it had gone too long, but Isaac was still ready to give it his all if he had to. Chances were he would have to. He stood, his weight more on his good leg, and waited for what would happen next.
Team: Blue Team
Tag: Ren
Word Count: 309 |
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Post by Ren Nakamura on Sept 5, 2011 21:26:13 GMT -5
The tension was tangible as Ren stood and waited to see if the one he was pursuing was going to come out slowly or if he’d have to beat the crap out of them. Either way was doable. He didn’t really want to hurt anyone if he could help it, but if it was one of the feistier members, he’d probably have to. As it was, he wasn’t sure if any of the other blue team members had seen their flag location yet, so for safety, he was probably going to have to take this one prisoner, just to buy the red team some more time.
When another person figured it out and tripped the alarm, he’d see if they’d been caught. If not, he’d let this prisoner go, too.He waited for another moment or so until he heard the movement again and saw Isaac come into view. As he did, he was surprised, feeling a little bit bad that he was going to have to threaten an injured person. This was the enemy though. So he looked the boy in the eyes and poised his katana in a fighting stance. “So, do I have to fight you, or do you want to just give and be my prisoner for a few minutes? It’s really just to make sure you don’t rat out our location for whatever time we have until someone else finds it.” He grinned apologetically, waiting for the response.
Team: Red
Tag: Isaac
Word count: 243
.oO(Hahaha, I had thought of taking him prisoner when I posted the first time...)
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Post by Isaac Winters on Sept 5, 2011 23:43:51 GMT -5
Isaac sighed. He didn't want to just give in, at least a part of him didn't, and yet at the same time there was a lot less of a problem if he gave in during a friendly game of capture the flag than if he gave in during a real fight. True these were supposed to be practice, but a practice session wasn't worth potentially making an injury worse. Out on a mission he probably would risk it. Here at camp, the potential for added weeks of being on crutches or something like that wasn't worth it.
He lowered his sword. "Can we at least tell people that I put up a fight? Truth be told, there's no point in possibly making my ankle worse just so I don't have to admit that I gave myself up." Athena was the goddess of battle strategy, yes, but also the goddess of wisdom. The smart move here was to not seriously injure himself when it didn't matter. He'd be back on his feet sooner and would take less of a chance at being unable to fight at a time when it might really matter. On a somewhat more positive side, Isaac's ankle would mean it would take longer for them to get anywhere. Unintentionally, he would be keeping this guy from helping the Red Team for a little while.
"In other words, yes I'll just give myself in. I think my mother would prefer I be able to help the camp when it matters to seriously messing up my ankle over a game of capture the flag." Well that was a clear hint to what cabin he was from. Then again, his being on the blue team had narrowed it down a little anyways. Besides, with a lot of people you eventually just knew what cabin they were from anyways, without or without them telling you.
Team: Blue Team
Tag: Ren
Word Count: 324
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Post by Ren Nakamura on Sept 6, 2011 0:29:42 GMT -5
It was easy for Ren to understand the conflict that was pretty visible on the face of his potential captor. In a camp where merit was mainly based on physical ability and prowess in a fight, it was hard on many camp-members prides to be asked to give in without a fight. Especially knowing his siblings. But as he noticed the limp of the boy, he figured that it was only right to offer him the chance to come quietly and avoid any injury that Ren could probably inflict. An injury in fight was a liability, and any avid fighter knew that in a sport or competition, it was the easiest part to take advantage of. He was no son of Athena, but he knew his way around a fight like the back of his hand.
Still, when the boy lowered his sword, he had to admit that he was surprised. He kept his poised for a few second longer to see if he really meant it, and cracked a smile at his question. “If no one knows about your ankle, you can always tell them I did it.” He ran his hand through his hair with his free hand and lowered the point of his katana slightly. His muscles were still wound up and responsive to any rogue movement though. “Come on then. Let’s get you to jail. Promise we won’t treat you too bad.” As he went to walk back in the direction he’d come from, not daring to be stupid enough to turn his back on his prisoner, he heard rustling in the underbrush that made him go still. “Did you hear that?” Oh great. The last thing he figured he or his injured charge would need was to have to fight one of the malign inhabitants of the woods.
Team: Red Team
Tag: Isaac
Word Count: 303
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Post by Isaac Winters on Sept 11, 2011 16:26:27 GMT -5
Issac couldn't help but grin at the suggestion of blaming his ankle on Ren. "That's better than admitting the truth." He said. "No one knows about it, except for you and me. I caught my foot on a root running from you. I guess I twisted my ankle as I was falling." It worked though. Yes, it would be admitting he'd been 'defeated' in a fight by a the other demi-god. Oh well. Isaac wasn't going to get all overly competitive about the capture the flag game. Didn't say he wasn't hoping his team would win without him being able to help. Just when it boiled down to whether the game was life or death... it wasn't.
The other boy said something about getting him to jail, and Isaac nodded. "Right, let's get going then." Considering his ankle they'd better not treat him too badly. There was no honor in kicking someone when they were down. Then he heard the sound, both he and his captor going still. "Yeah, I heard it. I didn't have any teammates nearby when I fell either." He raised his sword, glancing around for any signs of a demi-god or a monster. Demi-god wouldn't be so bad. If it were Red Team, as long as they hadn't heard the discussion between Ren and Isaac they could start spreading the story of how Ren had injured Isaac's ankle taking him in. If it were Blue Team... just maybe they'd try to save Isaac. If it were a monster... things would not go very well.
"If it's a monster, I'll do what I can to help fight it. I might make my ankle worse in the process." Some more rustling, this time from a slightly different area. Whatever it was wasn't making it's identity known yet. Please let it not be a monster... but knowing his luck today...
Team: Blue Team
Tag: Ren
Word Count: 334
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Post by Ren Nakamura on Sept 11, 2011 23:46:22 GMT -5
Grinning back at the other demi-god, Ren could definitely understand his sentiments. Was it more embarrassing to be attacked and injured by another demi-god, or to have tripped in the woods and hurt himself instead? “I think if I were you, I’d pick that option as well. Not that I haven’t done what you did, before.” He was doing his best to make the other boy feel better about the situation. He wasn’t sure why, but he was somehow hoping that maybe after the segregation of teams was over, they might be friendly acquaintances after all. Besides. In his quest to throw off the curse of his usually-friendless family, he thought that not jumping the gun to hurt people was a good way to start.
Snapping back to the moment where movement was heard in the bushes, he raised his katana at the ready, equally as sure as Isaac that there hadn’t been any of the red team in the vicinity to have been crawling about in the bushes. Well, assuming that they hadn’t been hiding there for the game. He nodded to the other demi-god, feeling grateful for the offer of help. “Thanks. If it’s nothing too bad, let me handle it so you don’t make that,” he gestured vaguely towards the injury “Any worse.” He turned his attention back to the bush, poised for a fight. Just in case, he addressed the bushes in the sternest voice he could muster. “Come out of the bushes and stop playing before I have to do you an injury.”
The rustling got louder and there was a squeek, when suddenly… A small cat lept from the bushes? Well, this was awkward. “Umm… Well… Isn’t that… Cute,” he finished lamely. “Well, I feel like an idio-“ He didn’t finish his comment because suddenly, the cat jumped and hissed, shooting away like an arrow from a bow. Because behind it had appeared the most strange creature Ren had ever seen, or heard of, in his life: first came the face of a horse, followed by the front hooves… Covered in feathers. As it stepped forward, sniffing the air and patting the ground with a hoof, there was a moment where Ren thought he might’ve inhaled some kind of hallucinogenic, because this.. Horse… suddenly had the back end of an enormous chicken. Shocked, Ren’s jaw hit the floor. “What the hell is that?!”
Team: Red
Tag: Isaac
Word Count: 399
.oO(Hahahaha, does that work?)
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