ooc:
Mwuhahahah!! I'll never let you end this scene!! Never!!

Moving quickly away from the impending carnage, he bends down beside Malbi and examines his arm, answering his question with, "Someone who doesn't like fruits apparently," before grabbing onto the melon and trying to tug it off.

ooc:
Feel free to land on Taavi

Those looking at this from behind could attack...but with the attention favored Taavi that could be unfortunate if Chuckles loses his grip (literally and figuratively). It's clear Chuckles himself is ready to fight if it comes to it...his muscles quiver and twitch under furred flesh, twanging with the buzz of his adrenaline frenzy, his sanity a precarious tightrope walker vibrating tension wire between the peaks of calm thought, over a chasm of irrational fury. Or Chuckles may back off on his own if no one does anything to set him off and just gives him a moment or two to collect himself.

He turns as he hears further commotion between Punching Bag: The Suicidial Elf and Sparky the Wonder Dog, and rolls his eyes with a shake of his head. Turning next to Calena, he says to her, "Perhaps you'd better handle your Chuckles before our friend becomes another mess to clean up..."

His foe for the moment handled, Chuckles drops to the ground, attempting to douse the flame singing and searing his fur...he kicks up the dust and dirt on the ground as he rolls and moves about, vanquishing the flame after a few long minutes...and he stays in the dust cloud...silent...

Chuck growls something deep in his throat just low enough that only Calena can hear the enunciation of his words, but doesn't advance on Taavi any further. For now.

ooc:
Addition to latest "Lost Race OOC" thread post by me:

I'm happy to continue from this point.

Also, and I forgot to say this in my ooc post, but none of the things Taavi uses are Calena's inventions. No offense intended but I'm assuming he didn't have much contact with her in between the two SL's. In fact he was off on his hunt-for-justice during the period. The flame crystal, as an example, is a natural crystal he has a small supply of, and is mainly used for starting campfires.

Aaaaaalso, he has no magical talent. So um, if I'm guessing this right the Rogue/Wizard thing is a little off, 'cause whatever magic may be present, none of it is his. And very little magic is present around him.

Taavi groaned, and rolled over, staying on the ground.
~I'll be feeling that in the morning.~ He thought, painfully stretching his shoulder. A hand burried in a belt pouch at his back and pulled out a bandage with a special bonding material that would stick to his skin and hold the bandage down. He applied a bandage to both sides of the shoulder, covering up the puncture wounds.
~Wish I had packed some painkillers...~ He sat up, keeping a watchful eye on Chuckles and Calena, who seemed to have the strong beast under a small amount of control.
~Mental Note: Avoid big hairy creatures at all costs.~ After hearing Calena's proclamation, probably a bit exaggerated, a thought flickered through Taavi's mind. He stayed seated, carefully stretching his shoulder.
"So what now? This something spawned from those plans you were looking for way-back-when in the Swamp of Despair?" Taavi's voice was dry, perhaps a little tired.

[ 04-28-2002: Message edited by: Malbi ]

Meanwhile, covered and hidden with branches, leaves and other shrubbery, a small being was watching the work-site. The being was well hidden, the being was small, and the being was also very...very angry. There was a quiet rustle of leaves, barely even making a noise - unless of course your hearing is quite good - and then the being was gone.

Meanwhile...the mysterious being had to really get moving in order to catch up. And being small didn't help. When the being reached the work-site, he cast a spell and a slipped into invisibility...

Calena arrives at her boarding house, waving to the mistress of the house as she leads the group up the stairs to her suite of rooms. She reaches the door and opens it as she turns. "Voila!" she cries. "The epicenter of my masterpiece!"

But the attention would not be on her, rather the state of the room behind her. All of Calena's belongings have been rearranged messily, or shredded entirely. All her clothing has been ripped apart, lying in pieces on the floor. There are papers and notes everywhere, books with their spines broken and battered flung hither and tither. This room is obviously her study, with her desk tipped over, and her chair hanging half out the broken window, but through a doorway into what looks like a bedroom, it's obvious the carnage is everywhere.

Calena, having turned before she opened the door, continues to ramble on, however.

[ 05-16-2002: Message edited by: Lyinar ]

Modern performance art? Uhm...small contained hurricane?

ooc:
Woohoo!

Taavi kept a watchful eye on Chuckles as he followed Calena into the room. First thing he noticed was the obvious signs of destruction. The second thing he noticed was that this didn't appear to be just an average robbery, it was more like someone was searching for something. A thought popped into his head, and before he could stop himself he spoke aloud.
"Friends of yours?" He said to Chuckles, pointing at the mess.