Small Medium at Large [Nava] [INVITE] Jul 27, 2017 4:51:19 GMT
Post by Chai on Jul 27, 2017 4:51:19 GMT
| SMALL MEDIUM AT LARGE |
BASE CHAI PL: 129,795ACTIVE PL: 1 (Ki Setting / HWs)
|GAIN BONUSES: HEAVY WEIGHTS |||MULTIPLIERS: N/A|
'Move it or lose it, Chai! We've got FIVE minutes!! FIVE!!!' Guardia snapped at his partner, whom was soaring through the sandy skies of the Fortuneteller's Desert at a breakneck pace. "Alright, alright, you don't have to shout at me!!" Chai retorted back with a shaking tone, eyes closed to avoid the rushing sand particles from getting in his face. The zoanthrope held a sword in each hand- one, his sentient sword partner Guardia, and the other, a new blade- a shining steel saber, glistening in the harsh sunlight.
The silver sword was picked up by Chai, received as a gift from the East City museum for putting a stop to two pretentious royal baddies, and Chai was happy to receive the exact token he needed for Jiji. A promise was a promise, and he would bring that sword to him, pronto.
But after picking up the sword, the goatman briefly ran some errands for the Blue Banner army while Guardia tried to relocate the fortuneteller's palace in the desert. He met an... odd demon, and had a close encounter. If it weren't for Guardia snapping his partner back to reality, the two of them would have missed the four-hour deadline Jiji put in place by a longshot... Chai wasn't sure if Verst or that cat man would follow through, and it would sure be a bother to have not one of the three of them follow through. Determined to follow through with his promise, the goat picked up his aerial pace even further, a sonicboom echoing in the skies.
"T--There it is!" Chai finally caught the palace approaching over the horizon. Guardia's glare didn't lighten though, eye concentrated on the watch atop his handle. 'Time's ticking, Chai, so shut up and GO!' Chai grit his sharpened teeth- Guardia sure was snappy today. He really wasn't a fan of that Sansho guy, either...
Landing in front of the palace, the zoanthrope skidded to a halt, sending sand flying behind him. Waving his arms in an effort to retain balance, Chai quickly caught his breath, and jogged up to the palace doors. Well, they were here, and just in the nick of time... Raising his furred fist, Chai tenatively knocked on the door, his single eye peering through a peephole. "Uh... Hello? It's Chai!" The zoan shouted from the entrance, still catching his breath. "W-we got that sword you... wanted, so..." The zoan raised the mirrored machete briefly before letting it drop to his side, still dazed from the scorching desert, and his own fatigue from flying. "So, uh... huff... A fortune would be nice."
OOC NOTES: the goat of future past cometh
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