speak no evil, hear no evil, see nothing.. [DONE]

[SEIJA]

Hands found their way across the rough wood of the large door, a door far greater than she, a small Carna not a third the size of the ancient door. Though she grasped the iron handle firmly and eased the door open as if it were nothing but a drape of cloth that were in her way, she silently thanked the Keepers.

She walked sure-footed across the large open cathedral, new cloth that was a dark brown hung off her hips and swayed with her movements, the frayed edges barely starting as she came forward. Stopping in the midst of it all her fingers brushed the top of the closest pew to her right, her long dark hair falling to her waist and tied into her usual braid.

It was one of the last areas not taken over by some Retro or Fulsi that were free for anyone, a thing she preferred since she got bored of the same sewers, and the same warehouses .. even though they were home to her. She grit her teeth as her stomach growled low, inwardly she noted she would have to send out for a few of her hunters; it was quite long since they had large game to bring to the Carna lands and she hated to disappoint.

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[atrb=background,http://usera.ImageCave.com/Ravenz/sixingold/MT2.jpg] To be fair, he hadn't expected them to react this badly. Matthias was running full out through the forest, branches and leaves tearing at his arms and face, though he couldn't feel a one of them thanks to the adrenaline pounding in his veins. Being hunted by very angry animals four times his size did that to him, oddly enough. An elk's bugle sounded from his right flank and was immediately answered by the scream of two, maybe three horses and the deep, resonating bellow of an antelope, all behind him. Fantastic. They were faster than him, no contest, but he was a great deal sneakier. Four times now he'd hidden and let them pass, then taken off in another direction. He saw no reason to mess with success, and still at a flat run threw himself suddenly to the left, ducking into the dark space between an ancient sycamore's roots, watching as his pursuers thundered past. They were awfully angry, considering all he'd done was ask if he could stay for a while on their territory. It's not like he was going to eat them, though he was beginning to reconsider that decision. Hobbling the moose that had first charged him probably hadn't helped negotiations, now that he thought about it. How was he supposed to know they'd take it personally? He'd liked that particular toy; a three foot rope with a weight on each end. Fat chance he was going to get it back now, and he cursed out the hot-headed Bellator with particular relish as he slipped from his hiding place and ran East. He was not, if left to his own devices, a long distance runner. With too much muscle and not enough height Matthias was quickly becoming taxed by this marathon of a manhunt, regardless of how much cardio had been forced upon him since being dropped on his ass in this zoo. Serenaded by the increasingly annoyed calls of the Bellator outparty in the distance, he slid down a steep bank, then blinked in surprise at the building that suddenly loomed in front of him. A church. His right eye twitched dangerously. The hoofbeats got closer, and he seriously debated whether he would rather face them head on or take refuge in such a place. Practicality won out and he booked it for the church, dashing though the open door, then turning to kick it shut. He could always burn it down later. Next step; barricade. He wheeled around to find some heavy things to leverage against the door, and to his surprise realize he was not in fact alone. "Please tell me you're not a horse," he muttered in thick German, giving the slip of a girl a wary look. The last puny girl he'd seen had promptly turned into a tiger and tried to bite his head off. Literally. So freaking touchy. Realizing most people didn't speak German, he hazarded English. "You want a death for I too? Not as easy, stranger." Even as he spoke he began dragging a pew over to jam against the doors, pale eyes on the girl. ----- words; 520 ooc; It was supposed to be short. And then it wasn't. xD

[SEIJA]

She heard them off in the distance, though felt them even stronger as she stood there, contemplating going to push the heavy wooden door shut. Though as she turned towards the entrance she paused as the footfalls of a single person came dashing into the church and turned to kick the door closed. She cocked her head to the side, as he turned to her and spoke the rough language which sparked something in the back of her mind, though nothing came to her as far as a translation was concerned.

"You want a death for I too? Not as easy, stranger"

Her brow furrowed though it was not visible under her locks of hair, lips pulling down slightly as she listened, felt the hooves of the Retros not far off as she lowered herself slightly. Muscles taunt as she looked back to the man who now proceeded to drag a pew over towards the doors to, she guessed, make a form of barricade.

"What do you run from? Hooved beings that would call themselves prey to ones such as I?" she said as she chuckled a bit, a grim smile on her face as she watched him. Her hand grasped the pew she stood leaning against and pulled up, the wood groaning against her persistence as she easily moved towards the door and drug the wooden bench behind her. "They do not run these parts of the Menagerie and if they find themselves curious I would be perhaps up for a fight..," she said in amusement as she practically threw the bench against the other to adjust the pieces of this place in a makeshift wedge against the door.

"How did you piss the herd off anyway?" she asked in mild interest and amusement.

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[atrb=background,http://usera.ImageCave.com/Ravenz/sixingold/MT2.jpg] "What do you run from? Hooved beings that would call themselves prey to ones such as I?" He paused mid-shove and looked the girl up and down, then choked on laughter. His grasp on the language was precarious at best, but she had to be kidding. He was reasonably certain his biceps were thicker than her waist. This preconception firmly in mind, he opened his mouth to call her out only to have his lower jaw all but his the floor when she dragged over a second pew without any visible effort. They had to be two, three hundred pounds easy. He knew, because he'd just dragged an identical one. This was certainly an interesting development, he'd thought shapeshifters were just vanilla humans that turned into animals. "They do not run these parts of the Menagerie and if they find themselves curious I would be perhaps up for a fight... How did you piss the herd off anyway?" He frowned at the long string of speech, but picked out the word fight well enough, and was fairly sure she wasn't talking about fighting him. Either way, he decided to stay out of grabbing distance, having no way of judging the extent of her bizarre strength. "No, no heard. See, chase." He gestured at the door, then made an encompassing gesture. "Bellator, not understand well. I not ask well, maybe? Much anger, yes. Try to kill Matthias in forest." He bit his lower lip as was his habit when thinking, eyes searching the inside of the chapel. "Girl, how strong?" He pointed to her arms, then the pew she'd dragged. "Try for push," he said, gesturing at an old bookshelf pressed against the Southern wall. "Four step left. Un-over wood arm." His face turned in a frustrated scowl. "Under, under I mean." The shelf would be climbable, and from the top of it he judged he, and she, might jump to reach one of the cross-beams of the chapel, and from there walk along the supports to the front, where a large stained glass image clung to it's frame with spiderwebs and sheer willpower. Not for long, if he had his way. Without seeing if she'd bothered to obey him -what, did she have a better plan?-, he dodged around the room, grabbing up a ridicules amount of empty alcohol bottles. What kind of church was this? Flammable, anyways, if this was any sign for the amount of drinkables it contained. He jogged back to the doorway, and dropped the bottles in a pile, dropping to sit on his heels and properly smash the lot of them. Once satisfied, he pushed them around with the side of his boots until they covered the entranceway past the swing of the doors in a dark, glittering carpet of menace. Only then did he turn to find the girl, explaining himself as he sought her in the darkened room. "No kill with, slow, stop." He pointed up at the window, glittering in the sunlight. "Then..." He brought fist down into his open hand in an unmistakable gesture with an audible smack. ----- words; 517 ooc; someone needs to get that man Rosetta Stone or something

[SEIJA]

She felt her brows pull inwards at his laughter, surely he must be joking, laughing at her as if what she had said was a joke? Her lips pulled back and down in a frown, her upper lip twitching briefly as she moved the pew so it sat in front of the door sturdy. She turned towards him, her arms crossing lightly over her stomach as she stood and listened to his broken English, trying to interpret what he said exactly. She smirked at his story and laughed a little, "the Bellator, those retros!, they are only a nuisance to the Menagerie."

She turned then as he gestured to the bookshelf, asking her to move it under the beam above, it shouldn't be too difficult she supposed. As she maneuvered through the church pews that were left, the broken glass of bottles crunching under her feet as she brought her hand up to drag along the back of the closest pew. She called over her shoulder, "so you're name is Matthias?" she asked as she came upon the bookshelf, her fingers touching the bound books that still lay there as she positioned herself against the side. She wrapped her fingers around the edges, her shoulder against the old wood as she placed her feet as firmly to the ground as she could. She shoved with her shoulder, the power drawing from her core as she felt the wood give and shift to the side, splintering slightly from being moved in it's old age. She re-adjusted and did it again as she placed her hand on the wall next to her to "see" up and where the beam was.

She turned then to find him by the door, playing with glass bottles before turning to her in almost the same instant, just a little after, to explain his plan. She looked up to the window and then down to the ground and shrugged lightly, it was worth a shot; and it would be amusing all the same. She grinned her pearly whites in the darkened room, a bit eerily since the top half of her face was shadowed as she turned to scale the bookshelf two at a time. Getting to the top she jumped up onto the beam as she felt them, the thundering hooves getting a little louder as she heard the 'voices' of the heard burst into the clearing that the abandoned church sat.

She crawled out onto the beam on all fours, wishing silently she had her tail of her lemur form to balance her in this precarious position as she moved forward, feeling to jump onto the crossbeam and make it over to the slightly larger ledge of the large stained glass window. she didn't care to make sure he was following since it was his plan and turned to press her back against the side of the windows ledge, looking for him only then as she hissed to him. "What if they don't come in here?" she asked as she felt the wind blowing from the other side of the glass, blowing her bangs this way and that as she moved her hands to adjust the hair and hide her eyes.

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[atrb=background,http://usera.ImageCave.com/Ravenz/sixingold/MT2.jpg] "Matthias, yes," he agreed, scattering the last of the glass with his toe. "You have name, or I just say girl all day?" She had moved the bookshelf without a great deal of stress, and he wondered if he could find anything heavier he might talk her into trying to move, in order to better gauge her enhanced strength. The altar looked promising, but before he could call her back down -did she always follow the orders of complete strangers?-, the floor trembled slightly as the bellator drew closer, and he resigned himself to the fact that he had no time for it presently. She girl's voice grew his gaze up to where she stood next to the window, fiddling with her hair. "What if they don't come in here?" He shrugged, stalked over to a window and peered outside, a thing that was made difficult by the incredible amount of filth coating the glass. They were milling around outside, very likely wondering if he'd taken refuge inside the chapel or continued on in the forest. They held a spectacular grudge. He paced back into the room, standing twenty feet from the heavy oak doors, and cleared his throat. "COWS! IS SMART FOR YOU STAY AWAY, MATTHIAS MAKE STEAK AND GOOD BOOTS WITH YOU!" Furious bellows sounded in response, and Matthias grinned wide, hands resting lightly on his hips as he basked in the moment. But he couldn't stay where he was for long, and quickly made his way over to the bookshelf and scrambled up, encountering a slight bit of difficulty in climbing onto the beam. He wasn't the most agile person, but made up for it in strength and force of will. Once on the beam he strolled along it as the first blow hit the outside of the doors, budging them an inch or so. The second time they would logically put in much more force and burst them open, only to find the leaders tripped up on the broken glass. The ones behind would be forced to stop just inside the doorway, and then he and the unnaturally strong girl could drop the window on them. "They will come, anger makes stupid. When first break in, and others un-over Matthias and girl, we pull loose and drop this." He felt along the edge of the glass, and was unsurprised to find it moved slightly when he pushed against it. With the girl helping, it would be no issue at all to pry free. With an approving sound he straightened back up and eyed the girl, finding himself annoyed by how her hair covered her eyes. How she managed not to walk into everything in her path with it there was a mystery to him. ----- words; 458 ooc; sorry for the wait!

[SEIJA]

"It is Seija," she said lowly, though loud enough for the other to hear as she made her way up above him. Barely paying any attention afterward before his voice boomed aloud after she questioned his plan. She shook her head, her eyes rolling as she leaned against the frame of the window as he made his way over, listening to him scuffle around before reaching her perch.

What would be a whole new mystery entirely would be to tell him she had no eye-sight at all, and yet could still see .. most things around her. She grinned in a feral way at his comment as she hissed through her teeth brokenly, a odd laugh and or giggle, as it were. She looked to the other side of the window, only a vague blurred outline jumping in and out of focus as the Bellator rammed the door below them. She moved, her hand brushing the wall first to graze over it's rough surface to find the glass. Crouching a bit her other hand came to rest at the bottom edge and wedge themselves as best they could as she tugged, the window shifting out of its place. As she moved to grasp the bottom of the window she heard the wood splinter before she heard the distinct boom of the doors flying open and smacking against wall, the pews pushed to the side. Soon the sound of crushing glass came along with the yells and screams of pain from the creatures as she moved with the other to let the large window topple down upon the un-suspecting herd.

"They do not think before charging do they?" she spoke softly, her grin only spreading wider.

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[atrb=background,http://usera.ImageCave.com/Ravenz/sixingold/MT2.jpg] The window's metal frame shrieked protest as they threw their weight against it, prying loose from the rotting wood that had supported it for decades. It tipped forward with comical slowness as the Bellator screamed, tripped and wounded by the broken glass under their hooves. For a moment the light caught on the falling window and it burst into brilliant color, a saint bowing before a crucifix, and then it struck the wooden floor and exploded into tens of thousands of pieces. It had fallen half a second too late and landed behind the Bellator, rather than upon them, but the glass protruded like quills from the hides of the beasts, and blood splattered liberally on the floor. He did not stay to ensure the effects of the trap, instead turning and stepping up onto the frame that moments ago had supported the great window, and searched the ground below. It was too far to jump, but it was not his intention. Instead he searched for a watcher, should the plains-dwellers have thought to leave one outside the chapel. If they had, it was either well hidden or not on this face of the building. "Come Seija, their stupid not stay long. Not give them target." Her name was thoroughly butchered through the molasses-thick layers of his accent, but he touched her elbow to get her attention and quickly moved along the beam to the left, toward the deepest shadows. The Bellator were too distracted with their own injured to immediately think to look for them, and Matthias could see some had taken human form to make use of dexterous hands. From these human mouths, however, came the same animal sounds that he'd failed to understand previously. Shiftertongue, he'd heard it called. "Soft step, now," he muttered, wary of whispers odd ability to carry, and slipped behind the dense, heavy curtains that were drawn over a large window. As predicted, many of the smaller sections were broken, and with care Matthias crouched, slid through one, then standing balanced on the outside lip, then reached a hand back in to assist Seija. His pale green eyes roamed restlessly over the surrounding forest, greedy for a hint of movement. None came, and he resigned himself to a moment of good fortune. ----- ooc; Don't feel like you need to oblige mr. bossypants. xD

[SEIJA]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=0c1929] She felt the shudder of the earth as the monstrous window fell and shattered into millions of shards, the hooves now mixed with footfalls as she felt some of them in their human forms. She shuddered as she pulled herself back against the wall as she reached out to find them searching the area for them, almost jumping off the ledge as Matthias' fingers brushed against her elbow as she felt him move. Her own digits went to wrap around his forearm to not get left behind although missed as she swore inwardly a bit, moving along behind him to have him disappear momentarily before her fingers found the curtain material. Slipping behind the material she found warmth on her body from the suns rays as her hands touched the glass gently before she felt a brush against her calf and realized he had crawled through the window. Reaching down she hesitated only a moment before curling her fingers around his and slowly moving through the glass she went to straighten and stand to turn to him. Though when she turned to face him one foot slipped from the ledge and she felt the air escaping her lungs as fingernails scratched the side of the church as she felt herself being to fall back. She let her hand begin to slip from his at the last moment, not wanting to pull him down with her .. OOC: ooooo, dun dun DUNN!! draammmaaa!! hehe, just thought I'd spice things up. ^^

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[atrb=background,http://usera.ImageCave.com/Ravenz/sixingold/MT2.jpg] Her hand was rougher than Matthias had expected, and he promptly suffered something of a time crisis. Memories of women in petticoats and carrying delicate paper umbrellas in Paris mixed wildly with the farmer women of Salem Massachusetts in the 1600's, then again with the delicate aristocracy of Victorian England. It took several second of his full, intense attention to sort through the conflicting memories and recall that he was in a time were women could have both rough hands and respect. He shook his head once violently to further clear it, and shortly discovered that his brief lapse in attentiveness had been perfectly long enough for Seija to lose her grip and fall. Her hand opened to be free of him just as he closed his to catch her, and he ended up grasping nothing but air. "Seija!" He barked, then ducked back through the broken window to peer after her, a delighted grin on his face. She was not content to follow his orders after all! Pride swelled in his chest as he leaned excitedly over the beam and cheerfully ignored the Bellator, eyes fixed firmly on the girl as he shouted encouragement. "If Seija want fight, say early!" The volume of his voice had definitely gotten the Bellator's attention, and he met their incredulous stares with an all but ecstatic wave. "COWS! COME!" It wouldn't do at all for Seija to make such an inspiring charge only to have them not notice it! With some creative wiggling Matt got back through the window the rest of the way and sat on his heels a foot out onto a crossbeam, expression alight. The girl had just leaped up several notches on his mental scale from peculiarly strong little girl to peculiarly strong little girl with unwisely timed bouts of bravery. The upgrade was enough to bring a smile to his face that threatened to keep itself there for a good while. He had a splendid vantage point to the room and her, while keeping a heavy beam tactfully between himself and the side of the chapel occupied by the understandably irate Bellator members. ----- ooc; Matt, GET YOUR BUTT DOWN THERE AND HELP x'D

[SEIJA]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=0c1929] As she fell through the air she prepared herself, prepared herself for the moment her feet touched the ground although as her legs buckled under her and the wind rushed from her lungs in protest, she only could catch herself with her hands in the glass as she scrambled out of the way of the herd. She heard the shout from Matthias and rolled her eyes, he was definitely not reading the situation very well, as she didn't like to be quite THIS outnumbered in a fight. She stilled then, the crunching of the glass helping her senses immensely to find each and every hooved being in this group. Her hand went to her hip to un-sheath the hunting knife from there to twirl it in her hands before glancing up to the beams where Matthias still sat, apparently. Why the hell was he not helping her? She growled low in her throat before she quickly turned her head to find a horse beginning forward at her in a half-charge, half leaned down to press her back against the wall she was close too. Her frustrated growl took on that of an excited grin as she widened her stance and jumped to leap over the body and land to the side of the horse to take her knife and plunge it in the section in back of the rib-cage and then pull back only slightly to ram the horse with her inner strength to send the larger beasts balance off guard. OOC: yes, Matti definitely needs to get his ass down there. She can't do ALL the fighting by her lonesome. hehe

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[atrb=background,http://usera.ImageCave.com/Ravenz/sixingold/MT2.jpg] The man all but vibrated with excitement up on his roost, leaning forward like a fan at football match. If Seija had been able to see, she would have found his near-maniacal leer of a grin rather off-putting. Especially if she were hoping for, say, assistance. Assistance that Matthias pondered offering for a short moment, then chided himself for being so selfish. It was her moment so shine! And shine she did, with a remarkable and rather alarming bound over a broad-backed horse. The flash of silver brought a look of brief gravity to his expression; he loved horses dearly and had to remind himself that the beasts were not true animals, and thus capable of making the choice to pursue and fight. All the same we wished Seija might have chosen the yak instead, it was hardly so beautiful. "Egah!" He yowled as an arrow struck into the beam inches below his boots, humming angrily. Matthias blinked owlishly at the striped fletching for a moment, then leaned around the post to spy a naked woman with a crude bow. Her tangled hair was the same color as the yak's coat, and she was drawing a second arrow from the quiver that hung around her bare and filthy hips. "STOP THAT," he bellowed, an accusatory finger thrust in her direction. "Fight the Seija fair, cow!" The second arrow drew a slanting line of crimson over his cheekbone and a creative curse from him in quick succession, and he ducked back behind the sturdy beam. Her blatant unsportsmanlike actions infuriated him; how was Seija to have a fair fight if half the group were focused on him? He found himself torn, at once desiring to watch the slight girl in her brave attempt, and to remove himself as a distraction. She appeared already cross with him for something, but he had long since resigned himself to being baffled by women. Being one had provided distressingly little insight, though he suspected it might have something to do with his current maleness. He paused, a vague frown upon his face, then seized the front of his shirt, and peered down it. Yes, male. It occurred to him he was lingering, an absurd pastime, and he promptly bounced to his feet and took off along the beam. He ran across it like any city sidewalk toward the middle of the room, then leap into thin air with a fierce grin. He landed with both feet on the back of an elk and knocked it clear over, though he'd already jumped again to avoid being crushed, and smashed into the bow-wielding woman like a bowling ball. It was unavoidable that he'd mess with Seija's fight a little, but he planned on quickly making himself scarce, and was already getting to his feet. "Luck, sweet Seija! Tell Matthias of it late!" ----- ooc; He BETTER try to run before she gets her hands on him xDDDD

[SEIJA]

ooc ; I just figured I'd end this now. lol. But yes, we will definitely either have to play them again soon orr ... something. lol. She is PIIIIISSSED xD;; muahahaha