Mad Plans: Freestyle RP!

[xravi]

"Huh? Where did you guys come from? Anyways I think I know how to get him off without hurting him.". Roy smiles and draws his sword. “Ok get ready for this one.” Roy stands up strait and holds his weapon in the air. “Someone should cut off the bigger branch he is sitting on then I will catch the bigger branch. He won’t be harmed in any way and we’ll deal with the smaller branch later.” Roy puts his sword down. “That was somehow not as satisfying of a plan as I though but, it might work.”


((And That my good sirs is a mad plan. My spe;;ing may suck but my soul is as free as a slave..........wait.........))

[42PETUNIAS]

(OOC: mad it may be, but you spell worse than that illiterate ranger.)

Ataska waited, until the men left, but much to his dissatisfaction, it seemed like more people were congregating around the area. He saw the man beneath him, and considered taking him out, but realized he would only really be able to hold him up, like a common bandit. He was much better at what he did than that. Another nearby tree caught his attention, it looked like a talking cat was climbing it, speaking to someone he couldnt see. Now this interested Ataska, something other than these disgusting races. He decided to check this out, and after the man left, he slipped down, went to the other tree, and climbed up next to the cat, he saw some sort of child. He announced himself with a clear of his throat, his blade drawn behind his back just in case

[hastur]

"Well thats odd," Aramil said to noone in particular.
On the plus side now he had finally escaped from jail. Noticing the man in tree he immediately realizes a possible solution.
" You know once he has been gotten down from the tree, if I were to use a spell to produce fire, namely burning hands, then it would probably burn the stick in his arm to ashes. At the same time, it would cauterize the wound and stop any other blood loss. "

[Myst]

The cat-person tilted his head to the side, leaning in closer and looking at the branch, "I don't think it's supposed to do that. Maybe if you just pulled your arm away it'd break off?"

Hearing a throat-clearing noise behind him, Lindo turned to see a...black elf-thing(?) holding his arm behind his back. "Ello, who're you?" he asked, leaning to try and look behind him, "What're you holding?"
"Do you think this branch can really hold three people?" He added as an afterthought, digging his claws into the tree's trunk just to be safe.

[42PETUNIAS]

(OOC: did you just violate order? does it matter? ive been only going right after roy so far...)

[xravi]

Originally Posted by 42PETUNIAS

(OOC: did you just violate order? does it matter? ive been only going right after roy so far...)

((There is no order right now.))

[Bisected8]

(OOC: Wait, did I succeed at hiding?)

[42PETUNIAS]

Ataska was taken aback by the affable nature of the cat, so innocent and naive, it must be newly... created"

"Im not much for names, but you can call me 'A'" he said, "and you? i can tell you have an interesting story"

"As for the branch, with you against the trunk, we should be fine" he grasped hold of a branch above him for support, "and that will take some of my weight off. I dont think that little girl weighs much, and between you and me, she sort of creeps me out. Has she said anything?" he trailed off.

[Akamaz]

Ishva came back to herself, Most unusually, instead of being in the bar that she was meditating in, she was at the edge of a clearing in a pine forest with several others who were congregating below a man who appeared to be stuck in a tree... correct that, after a closer look, make that stuck TO a tree.

The words "burning hands" caught her attention immediately.

"Perhaps Fire isn't the best answer, being surrounded by what is essentially pitch filled wood... your pardon sir, but is the wood going through the bone?"

[Khael!]

(Sorry Bisected, you totally ninja'd my post while I wrote it at school.) Hakiver, you hide quite succesfully. It's pretty hard to see what's going on, seeing how there's trees and grass in your view. You can't tell how many people are up in that pine. Well, until you hear a snap.

Eli, in your occupied state of mind, you fail to notice a dark-skinned individual slip up the tree. As you sample the fungus, an uncomfortable burning sensation fills your mouth. Your tongue promptly goes numb to the touch.
You sink deeply into meditation, the sounds of the forest filling your mind. A great whisper of a thousand pines... the roar of water echoes to the north... creatures soar by night... You draw closer to your immediate surroundings, the souls of those around you so clamourous... one rings of tempered metal. You sense a sharp pain above, close by. There's a second, tugging pain as well, as if the branch wants to bend free... You see it clearly - the man's arm and the tree are blurred unnaturally as one.

Roy, it occurrs to you that Dragoon is sitting on a different branch than the one he's stuck to. He'll kinda hang there by his arm... dang that would look funny.
As you tell him about your plan, you see another person has joined the two already up there. That's gotta be heavy for the tree to hold up...

Ataska... (aw god first 1 rolled in this RP). You sneak up the other tree completely unnoticed, until your announcing. The other two seem confused when you mention a little girl. (she's in a tree across from this one.) Though you begin to shift your weight, you're a moment too slow. A sickening crack ensues beneath your feet. The (deceptively strong-looking) branch you were balancing upon splits. Thankfully you are holding onto the branch above you tightly enough.

Aramil, as Dragoon listens to your idea, a hopeful look crosses his face - then he gets interrupted by someone up there. You can't see who they are, but their voice reaches you ears. There is talk about names, and ...a girl? You don't see one. Suddenly a terrible snapping fills the air, and you're hailed with several pinecones. Dragoon is left dangling from his bad arm. A second being clings easily to the tree's rough surface. They have the definite look of a feline.
Strangly, a third person you didn't notice becomes visible. They deftly swing to another unbroken branch a few feet over, safely avoiding a fall. A Dark elf!

Ishva, you witness the spectacle in the tree, then call up to the stuck guy. He's clearly struggling to get a foothold.

~~~

"Holy hell this hurts!" Dragoon kicks angrily in a failing attempt to take his weight off his arm. "I'd be yelling an awful lot less if it did go through bone! Burn it, whatever! Feeling my bicep get all twisted like this is damn disturbing."

He tries again to get his feet on another branch, but to no avail. He manages to twist himself around further, and his coat sleeve rips around the branch it's (also) stuck through. He cringes, saying something in a foreign language. You just know it's rude. He gives up with a defeated sigh, his sunglasses now crooked.

"...Okay, maybe fire's bad. Can I please just cut it? I really don't mind the fall." He clings to the branch with his free hand, it's bending a fair amount.