Nemmy: Reinforce
>>:There was something about Nagi’s offer that bothered you. She really was an annoying handful.
Not bothering to power down your pc, you scrambled out of the metal folding chair you called a desk chair.
You made sure to yoink the tracksuit jacket folded over the chair’s back and sprinted out the door and down the winding steps of the apartment block all while slipping each of your arms into the athletic coat.
Leave it to that snake idiot to invite you over in the rain. Though in your mind only babies would be halted by a downpour. Your choice of sandals was dangerous in weather like this.
Sure enough as they wettened, your feet would slip and slide on their surface. Yet you remained balanced, careful not to lose your footwear in the mud as you approached the remote outskirts your friend lived in.
Nagi’s status bars illuminated in the layout of your EGO. Noticing the chip of empty space in her HP you growled and bolted into an even more furious approach. Individual drops of rain began to sizzle and dissipate into steam on contact with the fury that was your aura of heat.
As Nagi’s dumb little retreat was properly in view, your growl turned into a warcry. Announcing your dominant presence to all involved. Targeting reticles alerted you to whatever intruders were bothering your friend. In one harsh motion you drew the sword from your back.
That same warcry reached a crescendo and with no regard for your friend’s ugly house, you sprung into the air. All that gathered momentum and rage pushed you forward, a sandal’d foot extended. Immediately her old fashioned feudal doors buckled and collapsed.
THUDKADUD—-PLAP.
With no momentum lost, you rocketed forward like a missile. Landing your tiny foot squarely (and the sandal flat) with the force of war machine into the winged shadowy mass.
“I’m gonna kick YOUR ASS!!!”
“Gh-” You let out a small noise of discontent as two more sets of tiny, sharp fangs pierced into the back of your leg. More small slivers of health sloughed off from your total as the sluggishness you felt was exacerbated.
Metal whined against metal, the harsh sound joined by the even harsher cry of a certain party’s rapid approach from just outside. Ah, so she DID get the hint. Your stance widens, one foot shifting to point out towards your side as your upper body lurches back, then forward. With that bit of power behind your movements, your sword breaks contact with that of your opponent, forcing it back just slightly.
You take the brief opportunity to leap to the side, palms connecting with the mat flooring as the world inverted for a moment. You hold your long legs aloft for a moment before following through with your previous momentum in something akin to a forward handspring.
As Nemmy’s foot slams into the back of the attacking monster, you slam your legs down hard into the floor, crushing the writhing insects with a grisly splatter of shadowy viscera.
“Hey, Nemmy.”
Your free hand winds its way behind your head, propping it up for a moment as you flash your friend a lazy smile. Overhead, the scrabbling atop the tile roof intensifies, as more creatures similar to the first begin to frantically clamber in through the hole made by the first, their eyes burning with a vicious glow as they swarm into the modest sized room.
Staying stationary on the floor felt like a good idea, though you already knew Nemmy wouldn’t be having any of that. Puffing out a weary sigh, you hauled yourself up to a sit, then a crouch, lifting your sword with minimal energy put toward the motion. “Not the moresome I was hoping for.” You joke dryly, one hand rising slowly to nudge at your glasses. “Care to help me clean up?”
Hopefully. Luckily I haven’t encounter another one since. There’s still traps, but none that are lethal as that one. Of course, there’s plenty of time to be surprised.
Sounds like such a pain. It wouldn’t be too bad if you kept your progress, but losing everything is rough.
Thank you for not. I do not enjoy having bad manners be the first thing people are introduced to me with.
I do not pay attention to reputations when first meeting someone. You should have every opportunity to present yourself as you desire instead of me determining that for you. But it is nice to meet you, Nagi Unagi. Do you have a preferred name you like to go by?
Fiancées, pets, religious duties. The usual.
It’d take a lot more than a delayed greeting to give me a sour first impression.
Haha. Well, honestly that reputation isn’t too far off base. But I’ll leave any final verdicts to your discretion. Just Nagi is fine, but anything works so long as I can tell it’s meant for me.
Hydda @unaginata and thank you for the follow. Sorry this is so late, I have been a little busy. Thank you for the follow. My name is Hinata and it is nice to meet you.
Hey there. Don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you.
Nice to meet you, Hinata. Name’s Nagi Unagi. Pay no mind to the reputation that evidently precedes me.
A quiet patter of rain has worked itself up into a torrential downpour which pounded against the tiled roof of the Unnamed Estate. The full moon glared down from on high, veiled by silhouetted stormclouds. Color began to seep across the moon’s surface, bathing the area in a harsh teal light.
On the grounds of the estate, shadows began to coalesce until figures of varying sizes began to lurch out of the nothingness and shamble towards the main building.
> > >
Your long fingers curl over the top of the shabby laptop stationed in front of you, lowering the lid just enough for you to peer over the top of it. Amidst the sound of pouring rain, something else had reached your ears.
A scrabbling noise, emanating from the darkened corners of the room.
Peering over the rim of your glasses now, your gaze flicks around in an attempt to discern the exact location, or the cause. Instead, you feel the sensation of something snaking around your ankle and crawling further upwards.
The body was black as shadow and contrasted by its host of orange legs so bright they were practically glowing. Every claw-tipped leg undulated in time as it crawled further upwards, two similar creatures reaching out from the shadows to intertwine with the first.
You jut out one long arm and flex open your fingers before quickly clenching them into a fist. Your weapon materializes into your hand as you do so, allowing you to grab hold of its short handle.
You raise the oddly proportioned sword in an underhanded grip, lining up the sharpened point of its tip with the head of the creature as it winds its way up to your knee.
In that same instant, something much stronger than rain punches down through the roof, a large mass of shadow dropping down into the room with a heavy impact before rocketing straight towards you.
Eyes widening, your lanky legs quickly shift, feet bracing against the floor before pushing off, only sending you a half foot or so back as you swing your sword upwards.
CL-CLANG
Steel bites at steel as another sword collides roughly with your own, and your other hand quickly flies up to join the other, bracing your leverage from this awkward, underhanded angle.
A moment later the grinding contact breaks as your assailant jumps back. You look up at the figure, bathed in the moon’s glow which seeps in through the hole in the roof. Large, ragged looking wings flap in agitation and bright orange eyes burn through the cracks of a striking, long-nosed mask.
As it begins to raise its sword once more, poised to strike, you pull yourself up to your feet with a weary sigh. As you do so your vision flashes orange for a split-second as you feel something sharp dig into the back of your knee, right where your sock ends. A negligible amount of damage instantly chips away from your health, and you feel yourself become a bit more sluggish.
Your gaze flicks back, then forward as you manage to raise your sword again at the very last moment.
CL-CLANG
Overhead, you hear more weighty thuds against the tile roof as the enemy flits back again, readying another strike. Puffing out another sigh, you take the opportunity to flip your sword into an upright grip as your gaze wanders to the corners of your vision, EGO fading into view at a low opacity. Another tick of damage flecks away at your health bar, though your only focus is confirming that your party still had yet to be dissolved.
CL-CLANG
Well, even if she didn’t get the hint, you’d probably be fine to handle this on your own. But it’d be a pain to sweat over something like this, so you’d definitely prefer the help...
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