Open - "The Cat's Outta the Bag Ova Hea!" - Nyancy (pfffft)

Open - "The Cat's Outta the Bag Ova Hea!" - Nyancy (pfffft)
Discussion in 'Brisshal' started by Nyancy, Mar 23, 2018.
  1. Oh, that's a cute model. I love my little ears and tail! I'll make my eyes big so I look cartoon-ish and super cute! Okay, that's it! Oh my god, I'm so adorable! This is going to be so much fun! Oooh! I'll give myself an accent! Well, let's go!

    It was a beautiful day in Brisshal. Painted blue skies punctuated by soft clouds splayed out before Nyancy.

    "Well, ain't she ah looka! Nyaha, and wouldja look at that! I didn't realize this game had flyin'! Where's Nyancy? Oh, she's ova thea, flyin' like some kinda' miracle."

    After free-falling for a few minutes, Nyancy came to realize that she wasn't in-fact flying. She was falling. Falling from a great distance and the ground was rapidly coming to meet her.

    "Ah, crap. I ain't flyin' at all, am I? I'm fallin' ova hea! Think, Nyancy think! If weah fallin', only thing ta do is ta look good doin' it! I suppose I'll just haveta do my little old best to fall gracefully, angel-like even. Maybe I can aim for that pillowy lookin' tent ova thea. Break my fall an what have ya."

    Using a technique she saw in an action movie, Nyancy straighten out her body and pointed herself towards the target. Slowly, she began to shift directions.

    "Nyaha! It's wahkin'! Hea's hopin' the fall won't be bruisin' my cute little noggin' none too badly!"

    Trying to spread out body to slow her fall as much as possible, Nyancy dropped like a brick on top of the tent crushing it completely. After lying for a few moments, Nyancy picked herself up and dusted off.

    "Ain't that a kicka? None worse for whea, not even a scratch!"

    As she examined herself, two men clothed in cloaks and leather armor approached. By the looks on their faces, they were somewhat somewhat confused, a good deal surprised, and a great deal angry. As the men approached, Nyancy decided it would be best to speak rationally.

    "Well ain't you two a couplea tall drinksa wahtah? What can I do for the each of yous gentlemen?"

    The men looked at each other, then pulled out their swords.

    "What the hell did you do to our tent! It took me hours to set that up! WHAT... what even are you? A cat? You don't look like any Felis I've ever seen. No matter, Sorry cat, I don't know your story but it's ending here! The River Wood Gang's location is a secret, and it must be kept that way upon pain of death! Now be a good kitten and die! You understand right? We're bandits, we can't have our hideout smashed up by a kitten. Now stand still so we can kill you!"

    "So, that's how it's gotta be, huh? And hea I thought we could all be pals and play nice-like, I might have even let yous fellas pat my cute little head ah bit. But now everybody's got thea swords out and being all serious-like. Well, if that's the way it's gotta be, that's the way it's gotta be. I'm warnin' the two of ya stooges though, yous guys are facing off against ah kung-fu mastah ova hea, and Nyancy don't deal in no mercy."

    The two men raised the swords and charged at Nyancy. Ready, Nyancy charged forward and as soon as they were close enough to strike, Nyancy slid under one of the bandits legs and took off running into the woods.

    "Suckahs! Like Nyancy's gonna fight fayah in ah one on two fight! Nyaha, catch me if ya can, ya shotty lookin' bandit scrubs!"

    As she sprinted into the forest, she continued yelling out.

    "Little help ova hea?! Twoa these bandit-types ain't got mucha sense of humor! Looks like they've really got it in fa poor cute little Nyancy!"
     
  2. Hype had spent the entire afternoon wandering the forest of Brisshal, as you are wont to do when you've first spawned in TerraSphere. She learned pretty quick that you need to do a bit of grinding in order to get anywhere. Gear, abilities, magical weaponry... It was unfortunate that she had to kill adorable little creatures in order advance.

    Well--she also learned pretty quick that the denizens of this new world weren't exactly defenseless and harmless...

    The knuckles of her punchin' gloves were stained red and green with the remnants of a couple dozen slimes, her coat accumulating bits of dried monster guts and dirt. She wanted nothing more than to find a river in which she could dump the garment and give it a good scrubbing. Taking it to a cleaner's would probably be too expensive...

    She sighed inwardly as she walked down a thin, well-trodden path carved between the trees. If only I could level up as a chef--or, or an archivist, she lamented.

    Shouting voices and the rustling of nearby underbrush caught Hyperion's attention. Kneeling down, she tried and focus to figure out where it was coming from.

    The shouting became clearer. Someone--is that a New York or Boston accent?--was calling for help!

    Her heroic instincts immediately kicked in. Hype looked down the path to see someone burst out of the bushes.

    The catgirl was running full speed, crying for help with each footfall. Hyperion ducked behind a tree to her left just as the pair of bandits tailing the short girl hit the path as well, not too far behind. The newbie knelt down and waited for the noisy little cat to pass her, took a deep breath, and leaped.

    "Hiii-yaaah!"

    Hype sailed through the air, leaves and twigs flying in her wake, catching the second bandit completely by surprise. The scruffy man turned his head in time to see the knuckles of her gauntlet connect with his nose. The sickening crunch of broken bone and his scream of pain made her wince.

    It was her first time actually punching another living, breathing human being. Hype immediately took a dislike to it.

    An apology formed on the tip of her tongue as the bandit dropped to the ground. She could only stare in shock, her fists held up and ready to defend herself or cover her eyes should a river of crimson begin to flow from his nostrils.

    "O-oh gosh--" Hype took a caution step towards the writhing form on the forest floor. She reached out reflexively, but hesitated. "I-I didn't mean to-- I'm so--"

    "You fat bitch!" The first bandit turned around, a look of pure rage twisting his scarred face. "We're gonna' kill you, too!"

    As he rushed towards her, Hype raised her guard, preparing herself for anything.
     
  3. "Nice goin' thea champ!"

    Nyancy climbed up the back of @Hyperion putting her paws on her head to keep her feet, which she had balanced on the woman's shoulders, steady.

    "That's what ya get ya mook! Raising ya weapons against poor, little, sweet, adorable Nyancy! What did little old me do to the two ya? Fell into ya little camp! Big deal! So what! The two of ya shoulda been makin' sure I wasn't dead! It was a rough fall! And now look at the two of ya, chasin’ me all through the woods like a coupla has-beens, then gettina ya nose broke by my friend ova hea.”

    Nyancy leaned down to speak to Hyperion.

    “And don’t you listen to ah word those two jerks ah sayin’, you look like a supah model what with ya armah and ya hayah all did.”

    Leaning in a little closer, Nyancy quietly whispered into Hyperion’s ear.

    “So, I know we ain’t exactly family ova hea, but I’m sorta hopin' that the punch ya just dished out wasn’t ah one-hit wonda if ya catch my drift. You got ah lot moah where that came from, right? Because I ain’t tryin’ to be a negative Nyancy, but the two of them joyks are lookin’ pre-ty pissed, and I logged in alla… what? Two minutes ago? Just sayin’, we ain’t got many options ova hea. I can maybe shoot some fiyah ah something, but I ain’t never even tried to befoah… so ah lotta the balls gonna be in yah court on this one.”

    Nyancy turned back to the bandits.

    “You two joyks better get movin’ in the other direction, before my friend hea summons a buncha dragons to burn yas to a crisp like ya wife’s dinner every time tha hag tries to bake!”

    One of the bandits lowered his sword and looked down.

    “What, did I hit a soah spot?”

    The bandit spoke up.

    “No one…”

    “What’s that? I can't hea ya?”

    “NO ONE MAKES FUN OF MY WIFE’S COOKING!”

    Rage in his eyes, the bandit charged the woman and the cat.

    “Uh oh, he’s supa mayd! Doll, do somethin’! Call ya dragons!”

    @Hyperion
     
  4. "Oh no a crime! There's a crime going on! Q-Q-Quick Cubey!!! What's the number for the police?!"

    (~~~whir whir whir~~~~~~)

    "Eh?! Oh crud you're right! I'm the cops!!!"

    *Ping*

    Right then, X received a message, it was from her floating familiar, Cubey, which looked exactly like one would expect: a floating cube.


    STATUS UPDATE TO PERSONAL PLANNER

    *BANDIT SUPPRESSION REQUEST*

    >>LOCATE THE RIVER WOOD GANG.....[OK]

    >>CLEAR BANDITS FROM AREA.....[NULL]


    "S-so... these are them. It's these guys. Uhm..."

    (~~~whir whir whir~~~~~~)

    Blader X looked at the scene before her. A cat hobbit and some knightress were currently dealing with her marks as X none the less watched on from a nearby bush while getting cold feet. She had never thought others would get involved. How should she approach the situation? If she just charged in as an unknown, the two additional adventurers could lose their focus, break their formulation, and wind up in trouble...

    It would be all my fault!!!

    (~~~whir whir whir~~~~~~)

    Cubey continued to float there, its little wings flapping. Finally it hovered behind X and began nudging her in the back between her shoulders.

    "H-Hey! Cubey! No pushing! Jeez! Fine! Okay! Okay! Let's just crash in and do our best! Please focus your efforts on covering the other adventurers! I will be fine on my own!"

    (~~~whir whir whir~~~~~~)

    "Sounds good! I think."

    Blader X ran towards @Nyancy shouting:

    "Don't mind me! I'm just a helpful stranger!"

    And dashing past the little kitty, the young woman in the black dress drew her sword and forced a blade-lock with the enraged man before her. The momentum had thrown the man off balance, but sure enough, thanks to his size, he recovered and began to exert the considerable force of a man defending his wife's honor down upon X.

    "Guh~~~!"

    (~~~whir whir whir~~~~~~)

    "I've got this don't worry about me!'

    "STAY OUTTA MY WAY KID! THAT LITTLE SHIT'S TAKEN THINGS TOO FAR!"

    "Please calm down and surrender!"

    "LAST WARNING GIRL!!!"

    "uuuu~"

    X was at a loss, but she doubled down on her decision to stick her neck out into this bee's nest. Pushing up with her legs, she slowly brought the blade lock back up and even until she and the man were both in a neutral position of clattering, shaking steel. Out of the corner of her eye, on either side really, she saw the other bandits closing in, emboldened by their friend, they were sizing up the party of three and looking for an opening to strike a decisive blow. That's how bandits operated after all.

    As one nocked an arrow, Blader X swallowed.

    I know they're bandits and technically I'm the one that started it, but shooting me is just plain cheating------!

    X had no ranged attacks to speak of. And Cubey, her support buddy, was currently hovering around above Nyancy's head shielding her with some kind of magical sci-fi barrier...
     
    Last edited: Mar 31, 2018
  5. "Oh good, anotha person to save sweet little Nyancy."

    Using her adorable acrobatic skills, Nyancy jumped from the current woman's shoulders (@Hyperion ) to the new woman.

    "Alright, yah look like yah can't see too well with tha blindfold and all, but I'm going to ignore all that fah right now. Hea's tha problem weah facin'. Theyah's three of us, and somewhere along tha lines of ah bazillion ah them. Now, I literally dropped intah tha game, like, I don't even know if I got any items ah nuthin'. Oh, I got an inventory ah somthin' right? Lemme see if I got somethin' useful in thea. Can't blame me fah not havin' a chance tah look earlier, I mean, World's been mighty hectic so fah."

    Nyancy did a little hand movement and opened her inventory. Her eyes went big (bigger) when she saw she actually had weapons.

    "Well, whaddaya know! Somebody out thea loves cute little Nyancy a whole bunch."

    Equipping her weapon, Nyancy hopped off the new comer's (@Blader X ) and took up a boxing stance. On her hands were two bright and shiny brass knuckles. The lead bandit began to look a little nervous as beats of sweat began to pool from his brow.

    "Well, looks like yah gonna have some backup on this one, Dayah Devil."

    Preparing to charge, Nyancy shouted at the bandits.

    "Now yah done it. You done made cute little Nyancy bad. Well, I guess the cat's outta tha bag ova hea, because I'm going hahd in the paint! Buckle in gents, it's gonna get a bit rough!"




    And with that, Nyancy charged forward, brass knuckles at the ready.

    @Hyperion @Blader X
     
  6. Don't think! Feel!

    Blader X assured herself as her brains scrambled at what the muppet baby (@Nyancy) had just done. What she intended to do. Her very existence... No! Focus!! With a great deal of effort, X brought herself back to attention on the considerably dangerous task at hand. Their lives were at stake after all.

    "Hahhh!"

    With a great push, she shoved the bandit leader's weapon away from herself ending the deadlock----which made an opening for Nyancy---

    "SWITCH!"

    ---And continuing her rotation, X found herself calf-to back with Nyancy as she struck down an arrow that had been launched at her face with her sword.

    *Wheeze*

    "Holy cow! What the heck's wrong with you?! That's incredibly dangerous!!!"

    The archer bandit was about to reply in confusion before one of his compatriots slapped him on the back of the head. In the meantime, X closed the distance while leaving her own left flank to the mysterious knight lady. Just before she was in range of the offending archer, another man blocked her path with the swing of his axe.

    *SHING*

    In a flash, X brought her sword inside the swing and half-swording her weapon interrupted and forced the arc of the hooking axe swing wider. Now inside striking range, she then used the pommel of her sword like a blunt stake as she drove it down with all her strength on the man's exposed sternum. He went down under the force. That was one.

    *Fwoo*

    Another arrow, but X rotated to her right dodging it just in the nick of time. She scowled, here she was fighting valiantly, and this pot-shot cheater was just a few so-and-so meters away looking for an easy win.

    She closed the distance in a full sprint as he abandoned his bow for a knife. he went for the parry, but X simply overpowered him with the greater momentum and weight of her sword. *Tonk* Tonk* As his knife and wrist bent inward, Virtuous Contract struck his bicep leaving it numb. There'd probably be a nasty bruise later. Since her sword didn't actually have an edge, X pulled the hilt further toward herself and shortened the reach of her slash as she followed through with the momentum. Angle of attack now on the stunned man's left, she brought the sword down between his shoulder and his neck forcing him to his knees. The man was now 'disarmed' for the time being.

    "Hmph." Readying an 'executing' thrust, X was about to bowl the archer bandit over, but she was interrupted by the sound of another arrow shot. Flashing dark rage at her right flank, she twisted, but the arrow nicked her arm drawing blood like a shallow slash.

    "!!!"

    Cubey was still shielding Meowjolica, this much should've been expected.

    Briefly glancing at the wound, X almost wished she had a gun. Her anger, however, subsided as cool logic prevailed. For a brief moment, that same cool logic considered using the current archer bandit near her as a human shield, but this time compassion came through with a last minute veto as X charged the second archer before he could fire again.

    Out of the corner of her eye, X glanced at Nyancy to make sure the gremlin was receiving sufficient cover for whatever it was she---or it?----intended to do.

    We can do this----!
     
    Last edited: Apr 5, 2018
  7. "Well ah course it's dangerous, Illidan, wea in ah fight to tha death, and we ain't got ten thousand yeas to come up with ah plan ah whatever! We just gotta go!"

    Nyancy turned to the bandits and began shouting out taunts.

    "Thaty's right yah joyks, wea done playin' nice like! Now it's woh-ah and seeing as how I'm Ahmerican, you bettah believe that little Nyancy ain't gonna lose!"

    Scampering forward adorably, Nyancy ducked into a little forward roll. No one was sure why, but maybe she thought it made her look more fearsome, like a ninja or something? After completing her roll, a dumbfounded bandit looked down to see Nyancy directly under his chin.

    "Wh... why did you roll, small cat gremlin?"

    As he looked down pondering, he noticed the small cat lady was using her foot draw a picture on the dirt under it.

    "Are you... drawing me a picture? I'm sorry, even if you give me a present, I'm under orders--"

    As he kept speaking, Nyancy finished her picture. Only it wasn't just a picture. It was a magic rune. Completing the rune it began to glow orange and red like flames.

    skill
    Backfire Mine


    "I've got ya present right hea yah idiot."

    Stomping the mine with her foot while holding her fist up, the magic mine exploded propelling Nyancy upward with great force right into the bandit's chin.

    To be real for a second here, it was probably the most devastating uppercut existence had ever witnessed. The force up the attack launched the bandit, as well as Nyancy, several feet into the air. A few second later, the bandit hit the ground with a thud. He was down for the count.

    "Ah crayp, this is gonna be ah rough fall."

    A few moments after that, Nyancy also hit the ground hard, but tumbled as she did to ease the fall. Getting back up quickly, Nyancy called out to the rest of the bandits.

    "Yah see thayt! That one was fah Ahmericah! Bayck to bayck World Wah champs yah has-beens!"

    @Blader X
     
    Last edited: Apr 4, 2018
  8. An explosion. A freaking explosion happened. X flinched while running wondering, just what the heck was that?! Seeing the second bandit archer’s face in front of her, the swords-woman whirled around in a flash just in time to see the cat-rocket lift off. It was Ken’s fiery shoryuken initiated through one of the most ancient of video game techniques… the rocket jump.

    Not that X knew any of that. What she saw was the cat baby take off like a human rocket. Standing there as she stared for who knows how long, X was suddenly reminded and then surprised that she hadn’t been shot yet. Slooooooowly turning back around, she saw the second archer just standing there, slack jawed, as if he hadn’t been able to understand what he’d just seen. He already had PTSD. Sanity check: failure.

    X slowly walked up to the petrified archer and lazily pushed the bow down out of his hands and onto the ground. It hit the dirt with a gentle plop, not even stirring a grain of dust.

    The bandit archer slowly turned his head and looked at X.

    “…”

    X met his gaze.

    “…”

    In the deafening silence of Nyancy’s shout, neither person said a thing.

    …Universe…

    For some reason, that was the word that popped into X’s mind. It was a word that sounded like a pin-drop.

    Nobody else was moving anymore. The battle was over. X couldn’t bring herself to beat up anybody who didn’t want to resist.


    Mission Complete?


    “Uhm… Ms. Cat. The bandits seem pretty done now, soooo... what should we do? I’d almost feel bad arresting them, but… well… Even if we make them promise to stop their activities, I’m not entirely sure what they would do after. Maybe that’s why adventurers typically kill everyone… but that seems incredibly bleakly dark and stark and irresponsible and horrible too…”

    X sighed as a tumbleweed blew by.

    “I’m at a loss here…”

    Her shoulders slumped.

    And what’s an Illidan…?
     
  9. As the bandits began to surrender, Nyancy made her way back to the woman police person.

    "Thea surrenderin' eh? Well, I don't see any reason we gotta bury 'em ah nuthin'."

    Nyancy turned to the remaining bandits.

    "Now you listen hea, and you listen good. Everybody goes through some hahd times in life. That's just how it is, see? But that don't mean that just cause yah life ain't goin' so great that yah can go and ruin somebody else's! They got families, kids, girlfriends and all that what not, just like you!"

    Nyancy paused as she looked at one bandit.

    "Except fah you maybe. You look like you got some issues tah work through pal. You need to see somebody about all yah issues."

    Nyancy turned back to the rest of the bandits.

    "Anyway, Instead of bein' jaycks and trying to steal people's meagah earnin's, hows about youse guys just start yah own business ah somthin'? Or become some kinda police force ah somethin'? Yah know, protect the people and what not? I think the chumps in this world got enough trouble tah deal with with havin' a buncha you mooks trying to take thea spendin' caysh."

    Nyancy scratched her chin.

    "I'll tell yah what. You boys surrendah now, all of yah, not just some of yahs, and maybe we can fahget this evah happened. But, I'll say this. I catch any of yah tryin' tah snatch a purse ah sumthin'? I'm comin' fah yah. It yah ain't gonna be lookin' pretty when Nyancy's done with yah! Now scram before I change my mind!"