--+ A Fantasy Parody +--

Julius quickly reaches the handle of his rapier and unsheathes his weapon. His eyes were fixed on the mysterious warrior that seemed to have saved his life. Julius sheathed his sword and sighed, even though it was the first being he saw in several hours, that didn't change the fact that he was still lost in this forest.

"Your actions are greatly appreciated. I guess I allowed my desperation to get the best of me and dropped my guard, I won't allow it to happen again."

Julius looked all around him and leaned his back against a nearby tree.

"So, do you know a way out of this stupid forest?"
 
Fox takes a bite of the raw meat, witch is a sight that many seem to dislike.
As he swallows the first bite, he answeres Vesmor.

"ahh.. that is waay better then the freaking apple.. Well. I haven't been doing much lately, just the usual, running from gangs, or giving scientists nightmares."


he takes another bite, he stops briefly, almost like he remembered something. he swalows, then begins;

"not that I think of it, One of the scientists gave me this, if I didn't kill him"
Fox fumbles in his pocket, and takes up a gem, dark red in color witch seems to glow a faint blue.

"I have no ides of what it is, or what it does, so I just hung onto it. Perhaps you know" he says as he shoves the gem towards Vesmor.

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OOC: you can make it be whatever, its ok by me ^^
 
Vex looks over to the person he saved. "Umm yea I think if we head straight that way' points left, " We should come across a stream, I think it might lead us out of this place."

Without anything else to say Vex sheathed his sword and started to walk but not in the direction he pointed. "so ummm why you in this forest?"
 
"Hhmm." says Vesmor as he takes the gem. He pulls out a pair of spectacles and looks over the gem.

"Looks like a shiny rock to me." Laughs Vesmor. "Hold on to it maybe it might shoot lighting or make u confused. You know humans and there magic rocks. Besides, I am a no wizard."

Vesmor tossed the gem back towards Fox. Then he stood up and grabbed his steak. Came back and sat down and took a bite.

"I am going to make a fortune on the job I am doing. Being paid to get people lost in the woods. Its so fun and great pay you should think of doing it."
 
"HAHAHAHA.. Gettin people lost in the woods, it has to be a good job" Fox laughed with all his might.

"though, I never have that problem, getting lost that is" Fox smiled.
He took the gem, and put it back into his pocket.

"so.. what is this job of yours, I might take you up on your offer" Fox asked.
 
And he was completely oblivious to the spinning vortex of liquid above his head. It was too quiet to hear and had no unusual warmth or cold to feel. Though, he probably could have noticed it if he had paid more attention to the little girl, but his focus was on the big one. The bigger people are always the strongest.

Even though it was only water, that giant glob was at least the size of Kipa's body and enough to flatten him onto the ground. Kyros somehow was not decapitated in the whole splash; maybe Kipa disengaged his saber so that he wouldn't harm the tall human since he is only supposed to kill when absolutely necessary. Regardless, the saber hilt was thrown from his paw a few feet away and turned off. Now only the glow of the still flickering campfire gives light to the clearing.

What the heck.. water?... <_<

It is not that Kipa has hydrophobia, it is simply that he doesn't like being wet. When he gets wet, hit fur gets all matted down and doesn't let the air flow through like normal, everything feels heavier, and dust and other things stick into his fur deeper--he prefers to avoid grooming. He lets back down on the grass but slowly sits up, just looking at himself is disgust as the water drips off his nose and onto his soaked tunic. The dirt below him is now mud and wet grass.

So aloof is he by the uncomfortable wet feeling that he doesn't even notice that he is unarmed or ponder what exactly just happened. He knows he's wet, and that is that. He squints in annoyance at himself, then looks up at Kyros who is suddenly several feet taller in Kipa's eyes. Though disarmed in weaponry, the Force is always about.

"Well?" he asks to bring attention away from himself, "Are you going to assist me with my task or not? If you don't, I will eat you for wasting my time!"

And then he glares at Kyros, trying to continue the staring contest. He had to look away when the water struck him, so that last staring contest was unfair and void. It will be fair once Kipa wins and establishes his dominance.
 
Not that Kyros was paying much attention to the little wolf. He was standing several feet away and was paying too much attention to his younger sibling. His hand was sitting on the handle of his sword, though he did not draw as of yet.

"...Kyria, did you have to use the water bomb?"
"It got him off, didn't it? Besides, I wouldn't be able to use a fireball..."
"True, but you got me wet, too."

How true. His red hair was weighed down by water and his bangs were sticking to his face. Kyros even had to readjust the headband he was wearing so it was at least back on his forehead.

"Well?" the soaking canine demanded, "Are you going to assist me with my task or not? If you don't, I will eat you for wasting my time!"

Something else caught the teen's interest, though. The strange weapon the wolf had was laying nearby. Kyros walked over and bent down, picking up the weapon and looking it over. Even after pressing the button on it, he couldn't get the blade out. Huh.

"Kyros...what are you-?"
Kyros grinned at his sister, showing her the weapon. "He won't cause us much trouble if we have his sword, now will he?"
"Oh come on, you almost had your head chopped off! Now you're going to toy with him?"
"Why not? It's fun!"

Kyria sighed, slipping the Sapphire back in its pouch and took out a Ruby instead. If the canine was going to cause more trouble, perhaps fire would make him reconsider his actions rather than water. A spray of water is better used for regular dogs, not something that can walk and talk like this thing.
 
Again the two jabber back and forth over Kipa as he stands back up. They didn't even answer his demand or consider it. He growls and grits his teeth then looks up to the heavens and yells, "WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME!?"

His voice echoes a bit and leaves everything quiet. The wind has stopped and the leaves are no longer shuffling; only the fire makes a sound as it flicks back and forth. Kipa exhales and inhales new air to calm himself.

"Now this is what is going to happen: you two are going to stop ignoring me, follow me into town, and do as I say. Got it?"

He doesn't seem to be in a playful mood at all and is about ready to snap. He looks over at the young girl, glaring at her, then over at Kyros and notices that his lightsaber is in his hands, "...and give me back my lightsaber."

He holds his paw out to receive it and is very authoritative in his commands. The more time he spends here the more time he loses on his mission. If Kipa needs to be more threatening to get the two moving then he will, but avoiding that would be best. He wants his mark here to be as little as possible so that he can leave later with no pursuit.
 
"Its really easy we take people to parts of the woods and leave them there in the middle of the night. We are paid by a fried of theirs to get them lost. Then i come back to the safety of my home."

Vesmor takes another bite.

"I have one human lost right now in the woods."
 
As Fox takes a bite of the 'steak'
he hears of this... job.

*Cough,*
he choked on a piece of meat

"what? you get payed for.. litterally getting them lost, and lust leaving them.. what good can good of that" Fox smiles.
 
"Don't give me any lip," Kyros warned, his tone now serious as he waved the lightsaber in the wolf's direction. "You touch either of us, you'll burn for it. Don't involve us in your business."

He tossed the saber at the wolf's feet before turning back to his sister.

"Come on, Kyria. We should probably get moving."
"...get moving? Where? There's nothing but forest."
"Eh, if we move, we'll find a spot. Should probably find a stream to refill your bottle with."
"Kyros, what about him?"
"What about him? He'll just drag us into trouble."

Ignored much?
 
Once the two turn around to walk away, Kipa grits his teeth with anger. Simply by reaching out to his saber hilt he beckons it to fling back into his paw where he grasps it tightly to release some of his anger.

He has been humiliated, ignored, and abused by those two. Even though he could go and do his mission here on his own, he cannot allow this injustice to pass without retribution. His eyes remain closed as he considers his options and thinks through them clearly. He must make these two do his mission for him; that is one part of having justice. Another, which will come later, is to humiliate them back. With a new sense of purpose, Kipa opens his eyes and looks at the two humans walk away.

He wastes no time and getting a short running start, padding so switfy on the grass that the sounds of his steps chase him. The air around him gathers with the Force to bring Kipa a featherweight body and a pure counter to gravity. The Force is gravity; use the Force and you use gravity.

In the night sky it is hard to see his figure bound up over the treetops and silhouette again the pale clouds above, and his quick decent does not make him easy to spot either. Kyros and Kyria would only watch him land a few feet in front of them as an obstacle on the path. The dust below his cloak flares out quickly but slowly settles and falls to the ground. All the while Kipa stays crouched where he lands and only looks up at the two when the gust from his landing dies down enough to not flutter his fur or disturb the grass nearby.

"I give you but one last chance," he says as he stands up and shifts his body sideways so that his saber hilt is in his belt furthest from the two humans, "or else you will learn to respect the Force and those who can understand it. A simple task is all I require of you, or else this night will not end well you both."

His face is now stern and nearly expressionless. Nothing on him shows agitation but rather a newed calm and clear eyes and seem to pierce through the night air into realms beyond. There is no doubt that the small wolf is ready to fight if the need arises, and this time he looks like he has the intent to strike if he is denied the answer he desires. He does not even appear to breathe.
 
The two of them stop and Kyros sighs in annoyance, shaking his head and resting his head in his hand.

"...Kyria...can I just kick him or something? He's becoming a nuisance," the elder grumbled.
"Well, you're right about the latter," the younger replied, clutching the ruby in her hand. She glared at the wolf. "Stop harassing us already o-"
"There's no 'or', sis. Just burn him already. He has no clue what he's dealing with."

Her lips opened to protest, though arguing with her brother proved to be futile ninety percent of the time. With a sigh, Kyria clutched the ruby tighter in a bare hand, rearing back her fist as though to deliver a punch. Kyros stepped aside, his gloved hand clutching the handle of his saber.

Without much warning, flames erupted from the palm of the girl, engulfing her entire fist in the fire. After a moment, she threw a punch, sending the softball-sized flames flying towards the wolf!
 
Arthvader "Barta!"

a mysterious wave of ice came out of nowhere, intercepting the flames that Kyria has sent towards the wolf, allowing the wolf to escape. Arthvader then appeared behind Kyria and Kyros.

Arthvader "I don't think you kids should be messing around with a wolf like that. So, I suggest that you do something different rather then hurting wolves. Hey, I got an idea. How do you two feel about having a sparing match with me?"
 
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"What the f-"
"BROTHER! Watch your mouth!" Kyria interrupted, glaring at him.
"Sorry," Kyros apologized sheepishly towards his sister. "Everyone seems to be bothering us today, huh?"
"I'll say..."

Kyros released the handle of his sword, brushing the scarlet bangs out of his eyes cooly. Kyria still held on to her ruby.

"Well, tell that mutt to stop harassing us and maybe we won't have a reason to singe its tail off, eh?"
"Kyros!"
"What? If he keeps bothering us like that, I'll have to take my saber to him."

Kyria made a bit of a facepalm at that comment. Though he had a point; the wolf was bothering them enough to the point of harassment. However, there was now another matter to attend to. Now there was someone badgering them for a sparring match. A little annoying when there's someone to take care of.

Kyros placed a hand on his little sister's shoulder as he addressed this newcomer. "Sorry. As much as I'd like to, we need to find a stream or something. We're out of water."

Kyria looked up at Kyros in a 'That is the lamest excuse I've ever heard,' sort of way.
 
Arthvader "What? is that suppose to be some sort of an excuse? because if it was, that has to be one of the most lamest excuse I have ever heard. Here I go"

As he started charging towards Kyria and Kyros, His stomach started to growled, causing him to stop.

Arthvader "I guess you're not the only one that need to make an excuse. You see, I haven't ate anything for day now. How about we do this this: I help you two find water, and you help me with food. We do this and I'll forget about the match, Ok?"
 
Kipa's ears perked up and studied the young girl as the flames emerged from her hand. It was different from the Force as Kipa knew it, but this had a feel of not having the Force in it at all. The entire flame was unnatural and artificial, an abomination.

Normally when a Jedi creates energy with the Force it is with electricity since giving the environment a charge is easier then making it move so fast that he heats up into a flame. Still, he could sense that blast was coming at him and it would hit him if he didn't move in a certain way, even before she actually threw it.

But then something else was felt. The same type of energy, a dark blur in his mind's eye, formed off in the bushes nearby him. Though Kipa remained calm and kept his breathing at a steady rhythm with a focus on his surroundings, he couldn't help but bend his knees in case he had to jump out of the way of something.

The two energies would collide and cancel each other; that is what Kipa saw in his mind when he blinked a couple of times. The Force whispered the suggestion to him. Knowing that, he eased his stance into one more passive and less aggressive. Closing his eyes he searched his thoughts to decide what to do next. There is another entity here which merely complicates things. When his eyes open, the blast is gone and a new person stands before him.

"Water and food?" comments Kipa as he slowly approaches the group with his paws crossed behind his back, "I can get you water and food. That is not problem at all...for an exchange. Would you be willing to hear me out?"

Perhaps this approach would work better. His saber is still tucked in his belt in plain sight to show that he is not being hostile, but he knows that if the need would arise it would take less than a split second to get on the offense.
 
"If you are interested take this the Lost Company on the other side of town." Vesmor writes something on the piece of paper and then hands it to Fox.

"Tell them Vesmor sent you." Vesmor takes another bite of his steak.
 
Fox takes the paper. Looks at it.
It seems like some old script.
perhaps a code of sorts.

"heh. I will do as I get the time. HAHAH"
Its not like he dont have he time, it was just a figur of speach.

Fox finishes his steak.

"so.. now what?" he asks his companion
 
"I dunno..." Vesmor started.

There was a knocking on the door. "We know Fox is in there. Turn him over."

"Come Fox you can escape through the back door." He led fox to the back door.

"Hurry." he whispered to Fox and opened the door.
 
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