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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 20, 2015 15:56:13 GMT
Logan ran through the forest in his outfit that he made, which muffled the sound he made, making it almost impossible to hear, even by half-bloods. It included of a black outfit, with a place for his quiver and bow, sheaths for his knives, and a black mask with a red visor. He had his metal claws strapped onto his belt. He was aware that someone was watching him, and he knew why Opal was after him. He had exposed her identity, because the word had slipped out of his mouth. He grabbed his bow and put an arrow to the string and pulled it back, turning around, waiting for her to attack. Opal Strole |
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 20, 2015 19:36:39 GMT
(Eh, Logan had ONE lesson with the bow. Remember that he hasn't mastered using it. Its fine to RP with the bow, just remember that he can't be that good with it, nor knives)
She didn't want to go after him not truly. Part of Opal wanted to smother herself in Logans fur, to rest her ear against his cheat and hear his heart thumping powerfully, to know that there was another one out there that she could trust with her heart a d more.
. But that was a fantasy past. And what needed to be done would occur.
. Despite her intolerable independence, Opal wasn't stupid. She knew to call Sapphire O'Connor if she needed backup. Though it was her duty.
. It was Logan's luck, not Opal's, that led him right under her. Truth be told, Opal wasn't ready Togo after him, at least not to try and find him, but when he quite literally ran and paused right under her from where she now crouched, cat-like, in a tree above, Opal simply couldn't resist the scene that could so easily unfold before her.
. "There's no point in running, kitty," she called out, pressing herself against the trunk so she was out of his line of vision, carefully withdrawing four prized daggers from her belt and checking to make sure her bow staff was properly secured against her spine. "Your fate is inevitable."
(help
my phone is exploding!!)
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 21, 2015 0:44:54 GMT
Logan looked to the sound of her voice. He had been practicing with the bow, and was almost an expert archer. He only missed if he wanted to. "You don't have to this, Opal." He said. "I don't have to do this. Your'e leaving me no choice. We can just forget this, and get back to doing what we do best... murder." He let go of the arrow and heard it thump against a tree, he tried for it to hit above her head.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 21, 2015 2:28:46 GMT
|Again, No way. Seriously, you're kinda doing that thing...|
Opal didn't even flinch. Instead, she swung down from the branch, every muscle tense, every knife gleaming dangerously, and most of all, her face stretched into a slightly forced smile. "Face it, Logan. You're no match for me."
Playing the defense at the moment, she twirled her knifes and, figuring she would need it more, switched them out with her bo staff, which she head readily in both hands. She had dodged a few bullets in her life. She had battled forty half-bloods at a time. She could take on a newbie archer and his anxious maneuvers.
But only if she put aside love, a feeling she had felt only once.
The only thing that truly drove her to hate. So it was a win-win on her part.
|Keep in mind that Opal has been training for years non-stop, AND has perfected close to all weaponry. Logan really isn't much of a match. Plus there's no way he could become a perfect archer in three days. Scientifically proven, it takes a full 29 days to perfect something. It's been a week since their last meeting, AND after Opal heard about him betraying her, she put a lock on the trapdoor that only she and Sapphire know the code to, so he wouldn't have been able to get the bow and arrow in the first place. I'm starting to get annoyed, if you can't tell.|
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Post by Sapphire O'Connor on Jan 22, 2015 1:25:10 GMT
| So... I was tagged... I'm assuming I can join the thread then? If not, just delete my post |
Sapphire calmly walked through the forest. She was relaxed that day. She was temporarily satisfied with the number of half-bloods she had run into.
Suddenly, she heard a feminine voice she instantly recognized as Opal's. She heard, "Face it, Logan. You're no match for me." She ran towards the source with many thoughts in her mind. Is Opal facing off against Logan? I hope she kills him! What if Logan kills Opal? That can't be. She's so much more skilled than him. Sapphire slowed to a walk when she saw a shiny knife that she figured just had to be Opal's.
"Ooh! Is this our next victim? What a shame it would be to see him die!" She giggled evilly, like an eight-year-old maniac. In a flash she had pulled her katana out from its sheath.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 22, 2015 1:52:20 GMT
|Just wanted to let you know that the thread was occurring. You don't have to RP  | The footsteps could easily have been another academist, and party of Opal hoped it was - They can see what happens when people defy me - though she was also relieved that it was Sapphire. Before Logan could make any remarks about Opal needing backup, she stretched her hand behind her, a risky move to let go of her bo staff, though knew it was necessary. "It is. But he's mine," Opal finalized in addition to the hand-stop, only turning her gaze on her new found... friend? No, ally, to let her know through her eyes that she could need backup later on. Returning her gaze to Logan, she readied herself for not only his response to her earlier remark, but also his first move. |
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 22, 2015 13:11:38 GMT
"Opal, I don't wanna do this..." He said. "I'm not gonna hurt you, no matter what. And you know that!" He then made the dumbest choice of his life. He took the quiver off the back, and tossed it in front of him. He took off his claws, and tossed them in front of him. Then he dropped the knives, and threw the bow away.
"Opal, I won't hurt you, but I will let you do whatever you want to do to me." He picked up the bow and attempted to throw her the bow and an arrow. "Shoot me, Opal,"
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 23, 2015 0:05:51 GMT
Opal hesitated.
Greatly.
It was Logan, the second most independent and ruthless person at the academy that Opal knew, with Sapphire at the top and Opal in the clouds. The girl paused, frowning, examining the weapons and resisting the urge to catch the magnificent polished bow that inevitably fell to her feet. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes.
"You're just trying to make me hesitate, aren't you? Guess what, Logan, you did it!" And with that, a misplaced anger tinging her heart in not frustration but regret, she flipped her knife, end over end, hoping to drive it into his shoulder.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 23, 2015 0:12:00 GMT
Logan yelled in pain. He bit down on his lip, but remained strong. "C'mon, Opal! I know you! Don't do this. We can forget everything that has happened, and go back how things used to be." Logan screamed. He wasn't going to hurt Opal, nor did he feel any anger or hate towards Opal right then. He loved her, and that's gonna stop him from hurting her.
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Post by Sapphire O'Connor on Jan 23, 2015 0:18:32 GMT
| Uhh... Sunny I dunno what you mean by occuring but... ya know... |
Sapphire grinned evilly as she watched the event occur. Logan's yelp shot a burst of happiness through her- she loved watching people suffer (why do I feel like puking?). "Are you sure I can't leave a single mark, my dear ally?" She said to Opal. Quickly Sapphire walked up to Logan, and attempted to drag her katana blade along his back/chest (depending on whether he turned around or not).
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 23, 2015 0:29:47 GMT
Hardly wincing, she watched the knife slide into Logan's arm. Her heart pounded. She watched Sapphire round her ex and attempt to slice him, and she glared at her ally. "I never gave you an answer," she snarled, mostly upset because she was the reason the man she loved was being torn apart. She turned her gaze to Logan and let her eyes soften a little.
After a moment's hesitation, she took her bo staff and attempted a sharp jab to his stomach. All the world pressed in on her, and Opal simply wanted to scream.
|Like I just wanted you to know that this thread existed|
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 23, 2015 0:36:32 GMT
Logan fell backwards at the jab from the staff. He was in to much pain. Blood began pouring out of his nose, and the world was getting so much darker. It wasn't long, and he passed out.
(They should take him to the base and do something to him, like heal)
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 23, 2015 4:35:39 GMT
Opal cocked her head, anger forgotten, and rounded Logan to hover over him. She glanced up at Sapphire, and pursed her lips. "It's not fun bringing him to the base and torturing him there, though I'd hate to wait out in the open like this." Cautiously, she looked up at her ally to hear her opinion on things.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 25, 2015 1:17:57 GMT
Logan's eyes flickered open, and, sore with pain, he said two words before passing back out: "Help me!"
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Post by Sapphire O'Connor on Jan 25, 2015 2:49:48 GMT
| Omg Chase your post sounds like a love story  | "I think the base would be better. The open is great but with a victim full of knowledge like this we need a private space to tie him up. If we're forcing knowledge out of him, that is. Personally I think we should kill him if we're not gonna get any useful info out of him." It was almost as if she had said her thoughts coming straight from her mind. Sapphire shrugged as she looked down and studied Logan. And when he said "Help me!" no sympathy rushed through her at all. He had betrayed an alliance with Opal. He had revealed Opal's identity, and Opal was coming back for him. With Sapphire as backup, of course. |
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 25, 2015 21:30:10 GMT
Opal ignored the hurt in his voice, and the pain in her chest. "Lets just tie him up out here," Opal decided, pointing to a thick tree a few feet away, From her belt she withdrew a length of strong cord, and held it up. "It's not fun if there's not torture. I thought I told you that."
Wrapping the cord over her shoulder, Opal grabbed Logan's arms and, with only a bit of difficulty, dragged him to the tree she had pointed to and leaned him against the tree. After tightly tying his hands behind his back, Opal sat on a log nearby with her bo staff across her lap, watching Logan, silently.
|Post order: Logan, Opal, Sapphire|
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 25, 2015 23:45:18 GMT
Logan's eyes opened, and he then found out he was tied up. He struggled and kicked around, not accepting that he was going to be tortured. Logan still had some fight, and, being a half-blood, did something they wouldn't have expected. He used his tiger strength to break the stuff holding his hands together, and then shifted into a tiger and took off at top speed, expecting for them to follow.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 25, 2015 23:54:03 GMT
Opal growled to herself, picked up the bow, and fired. She wouldn't miss. And Logan would have expected her to follow, not fire. So it would hit.
|You're just trying to end the thread, aren't you?|
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 25, 2015 23:57:25 GMT
(No, and, just let me post cuz I'm bored.)
The arrow pierced his hip, but he kept running. He growled, and, in a swift move, ran up a tree and began leaping among branches.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 26, 2015 0:00:29 GMT
|Reply to my PM and never be bored|
Opal followed swiftly, her hair streaming out behind her. Nimbly, she scaled the tree, nearing Logan with every branch.
But then she stopped.
Love. It was what she was feeling. I'm not chasing him for vengeance, she realized, nearly falling, not even bothering to hide her shock. I'm following him because I don't want to lose him, not the torture I would give him.
The assassin sat clumsily on a branch, tilting her head back a bit, clutching a branch like it would be her last act on earth. Her eyes blurred and her mind raced and her heart pounded.
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Post by Sapphire O'Connor on Jan 26, 2015 3:10:12 GMT
| Gee thanks guys for drowning me out | Events happened quicker than Sapphire could react to them. She had helped Opal lug Logan to the tree, and he broke loose and started running, and Opal chased him... Mind blur. Where had she been? In Candyland with Prince Frosting and Princess Sugarplum? Sapphire could barely comprehend anything she saw or heard. Seeing Opal stop chasing Logan up the tree. She stood like a brainless person at the place Logan had been tied up. Thoughts raced through her mind, some of them she could barely think without moving to the next impatient thought. |
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 26, 2015 3:14:13 GMT
|I'm actually deleting Chase's post after he reads this post, or at least tomorrow, because It's too far fetched and doesn't follow the plot correctly. Second time he's changed the plot.|
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Post by Sapphire O'Connor on Jan 26, 2015 3:15:43 GMT
| Okay. My post has been edited |
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 26, 2015 11:14:56 GMT
(Yeah, that's fine)
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 26, 2015 23:24:34 GMT
(Thank you for understanding. Would you like to make a different post, than?)
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jan 26, 2015 23:26:24 GMT
(Sure, and get on xbox)
Logan looked back, wondering why Opal had stopped. He tilted his head in confusion.
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Post by Opal Strole on Jan 26, 2015 23:36:09 GMT
Catching her breath a little, embarrassed slightly, looking up to Logan. She shook her head, her face pale, grim, nervous. "I..."
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Post by Sapphire O'Connor on Jan 27, 2015 3:14:48 GMT
"Get him, Opal!" Sapphire yelled angrily at her. Isn't this what she wanted? It was definitely what Sapphire wanted, but what about her ally? Why had she stopped? "Isn't this what you want? He revealed your identity! NOBODY betrays Shadow, and you need to show him that!" Her face turned bright red in a state of rage. "Because if you won't get him, I WILL!" She screamed. At full speed, she bolted towards the two, and started climbing up the tree as fast as she could. She soon caught up to her ally. "Come on!" She said as she kept climbing. At that moment, she decided she would pull out her katana from its sheath once she reached Logan.
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Post by Opal Strole on Feb 16, 2015 16:36:17 GMT
Opal screeched in anger and reached up, tried to grab hold of Sapphire, and pulled downwards. "Don't you DARE touch him!" she yelled, her eyes glancing up towards Logan Marshall, who should reply now. |
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Post by Logan Marshall on Feb 16, 2015 18:39:35 GMT
Logan gave a confused look when Opal saved him. He stuttered a moment. "W-Why would you do that? Isn't this what you want, for me to die?"
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