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Natalie Saxson

A Forsaken Priest. Used in Rigel's System of WoW Battling.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Guest, as played by Discipline

Description

Natalie stoops at a 5'6, her backbone having some degree of rot. Her skin is flaky and has decayed in some areas; her hair is a milky white colour.

Equipment

Natalie wears the following:

Headpiece

Necklace

Shoulderpads

Cloak

Tabard

Shirt

Wrist

Hands

Waist

Legs

Feet

Ring

Ring

Trinket

Trinket

Weapon (Main Hand)

Weapon/Frill (Off Hand)

Ranged/Relic

Ammo

So begins...

Natalie Saxson's Story

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The zombified woman that had carefully strewn up to the gathering, careful to not draw attention, now chose this moment to lazily raise a decaying hand. "Can we throw our items?" she enquired in a rusty, guttural voice. Clearly, her vocal cords were in the process of decomposing.

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Natalie Saxson frowned at the man's explicit directive against biting. She had flossed just for this!
Then again, the only forward warning she had got for this Fight Club was from a ripped-up, damp notice hanging from a telephone pole, so she really couldn't complain about preparing.
She had already noted that she couldn't use anything she had brought, and rolled her tongue for a moment before rephrasing her question again. "I can see that; however, can we -- AHRGEMHEM" Natalie covered her mouth with a bony hand as she coughed, then continued, unabashed. "Can we throw the items we find? Say I find a twig. Can I aim it at your face?"

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Natalie Saxson glanced offhandedly at the other woman. "You can take them if you want," she said flatly. "Not in the mood for dying--- sorry, dismemberment, my mistake-- again.
At Drakus' questioning, she shrugged. "Natty. Call me whatever."

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Natalie Saxson raised an eyebrow, although seeing as it'd decayed long beforehand, the movement was more of her jerking one side of her face. "Batty Natty?" she questioned aloud, then sighed and shook it off. No big deal. Just a nickname.
She focused on her opponent, Mason Giles. The man had a... was that a sword? holstered to his waist. Remembering Drakus' words about places, Natalie deigned to ask him, "Could we possibly hold this fight in the kitchen?" Given a choice between a bar or a place for dining, she most definitely would prefer the latter. More stuff to damage.

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Natalie Saxson nodded at Drakus after that, as though she'd only heard his question then.

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Natalie Saxson looked at Drakus with a cryptic expression. "Where's the kitchen?"

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Natalie Saxson followed Mason Giles through the woods and into the forest.
If by forest you meant concrete jungle.

She merely nodded her head vaguely to Mason's statement, looking rather spacey. As she expected him to, he had grabbed the nearest objects that he could and lobbed them at her speedily. Taking note of a rather fine-looking round dinner table covered with all sorts of adornments, she took cover under there until the sound of breaking glass and flowing beer had ceased, then got up again, dusting herself off, to see her opponent wielding such a terrifying weapon as a mop.

She gave him a serious look, then flailed her arms behind her until she grabbed hold of something. Noting its weight, she took it in both hands after giving it a glance -- it was a glass fruit bowl, minus fruit -- then threw it at Mason.

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Natalie Saxson glanced upward as the chandelier above her suddenly creaked, interrupting her inward celebration at actually landing the first blow. How rude.

The chain seemed to be lengthening, and was that chandelier about to hit her--

Natalie hit the floor like she'd been tased, as the masterpiece of metalworking just grazed the top of the table, knocking a glass off the table and sending it shattering into a million glittery pieces on the ground. Natalie had kept her eyes shut throughout, and so escaped the worst of the damage, although one of the shards embedded itself painlessly (she was undead, after all) into her left arm.

Natalie slowly squeezed herself from under the table to outside, still on the floor, and got up as Mason seemed distracted by looking around. Without further ado, she headed over to the stove and grabbed an open bag of salt that was left on the countertop adjacent to the stove. She was careful not to get too close to the pots simmering over the heat -- from the aroma of oxtail now filling the room, she could tell something was cookin'.

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Natalie Saxson was attempting to figure out how best to throw her bag of salt, being as how it wasn't exactly going to explode on impact, when Mason had the audacity to interrupt her!

She really needed to stop thinking randomly in the middle of fights after making a single movement. In one of those pauses she'd eventually get killed.

At the sound of one hand clapping a squish, Natalie looked to the direction of the noise. Her opponent was... attempting to jump-kick her? With two legs instead of one?

She vaguely wondered how she could flexi-bify her body to make such interesting shapes such as so well displayed by the man at that second, and then her reflexes came into play, and she placed her bag of salt right in front of where she expected the legs to come in contact with.

The push of the attack knocked her into the countertop where she'd gotten the salt, and she almost hit the pots as her arms flew backwards from the force. Luckily, she was mainly uninjured.

The salt bag, unfortunately, did not share the same fate. It literally asploded on impact (take that, physics) and sent salt billowing in all directions.

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Natalie Saxson laughed at Mason's fallback plan. A hot glass? Seriously--

The liquid splashed over Natalie's torso. And while her nerve endings couldn't feel it, she certainly could see her decaying skin burning.
And if she could feel it, it'd hurt like hell.

Being as it were, she yelled out in pain, and, despite herself, grabbed one of the pot lids over the hot pots, and threw it at Mason like a discus.