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Post by Huntress on Jan 7, 2010 13:20:10 GMT -5
((Outside the Silver Ring, which I sortof suspect wasn't named after something small, shiny and valuable, but rather after something you last see before darkness falls and you die a horrid death >>))
It was now perhaps four, five in the morning. The sun was probably already close to rising, but it didn't much show in a big city. The streets were always lit, there were always people around, the taverns were always crowded and the blarf was always stared at. Hunty had stayed on his back outside to keep an eye on him.
However, as it turned out, Rane was gone. As she'd suspected, frankly. Zagora was usually right in these matters.
"Did he happen to leave a forwarding address?" Rider asked in the tavern. The three officers who'd been drinking with Rane and had until now rather happily continued drinking without Rane eyed her cautiously.
"Hey, I know you!" one of them suddenly said. "You were with those demon-ship-pirates in the last war!"
Another officer nudged him in the ribs and nodded towards the window, where something huge, black and furry was blocking most of the view. The first one sagged a little.
"Oh dear," he said, got to his feet somewhat uneasily and beckoned the others to follow him. A minute later they were standing outside, facing the blarf and being quite a bit more sober than they would've liked to be at that point.
"Celestial, then," Hunty said grimly. Rane's officers, albeit drunk-ish, had remembered what the strange girl had looked like rather well. "And you haven't seen Rane since?"
"No ma'am." Rane's armada officers didn't generally think too highly of the Weewoo's crew, considering them to be too small, too insignificant and too ragtag to be quite proper pirates. But it's hard to look down on your nose on someone when she's sitting on top of a house-sized furry kraken who's currently sniffing your boot.
"Guess we'll have to do what Zagora said then," said Bloody Mary. "Go west."
Hunty nodded. "Thank you for your time." She patted the blarf lightly on the back. By all accounts the beast shouldn't even have felt that, but he turned away nevertheless and ambled down the nearest street, into the darkness.
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The two city watchmen were leaning against the wall, having a quiet smoke.
It'd been an eventful night, to be sure. First some kind of demonic passageways were opening up, then they'd met a demoness riding a huge monster asking them for directions, then they'd decided that it'd pay to move to another, quieter, darker alleyway to have an uninterrupted smoke there. Because their duty was to patrol the streets and shout that all was well, and they intended to stick to that mindset.
Then as they'd stood there, a dragon had flown overhead.
"The world really ain't the same any more these days, Sarge," said the shorter, thinner man.
"Oh, yes," said the sergeant, with feeling. "All those demons and magical folk popping up."
thump thump thump
"But... I thought the magical folk has always been around," said the other watchman.
"Well, yes, yes," the sergeant said dismissively. "But y'know, it was better back when they weren't so out in the open, you know?"
thump thump thump thump
"Go weeeest, life is peaceful there, go weeeeest, lots of open air..."
It sounded rather like Keith Richards playing from a small crappy speaker. The watchmen turned slowly to stare in the direction of the noise.
There was nothing but darkness... and then it suddenly took the shape of a huge spiky furry monster.
The watchmen nearly swallowed their cigarettes. Not them again!
"Oh, hi, officers," the familiar woman in black and white said, nodding cheerfully at them as the beast bent its head down a little. "Did you by any chance see a dragon fly past earlier today?" On her shoulder, something small and dark blue hummed, "...where the skies are blue, go weeeest, this is what we'll gonna do..."
"Uuummm, yes ma'am," the sergeant said desperately. "One big purple one flew thataway a while back."
"Thank you kindly." The beast strode off.
"...together, we will learn and teeeach, together, change our pace of liiiife, together, we will wooork-"
"Will you stop shaking your hips like that?"
"-and striiive- why?"
"You don't have hips."
The watchmen exchanged glances.
"Got any cigarettes left?"
"Sure thing, Sarge."
((Zagora's shop))
Zagora had returned to the table with the bones on it and was shifting through them, muttering to herself, when Strife entered. The witch got up and went to see him, still frowning. The bones were acting funny.
Ah, so he wanted a magical sword, was that it? Zagora smiled.
"Zees vill cost you," she said matter-of-factly, bending over the sword and fingering its surface tentatively. "Zees vill cost you about five zhousand zhinees, and you have brought strange monee in my shop. Zhey are not zhinees."
She picked up a handful of coins, scowled at them and then tossed them on the counter. Whatever their pattern told her, it seemed to impress her.
"Zhey vill have a hard time here, yes indeed," she muttered, then picked out some of the bigger gold coins. "Zees vill do vell. All right zen." She looked Strife square in the eye and smiled. "You vant voodoo, izzat it? Voodoo is dangerous. Eet might turn against you vhen you least need it. Eet is nearly alive, like mageek, but darker, more unpredictable." Her smile got wider. "I zheenk it vill suit you."
She picked the sword up, weighed it in her hand, gave a critical 'hah' and disappeared somewhere in the back of the store. After about five minutes of a general disappointing lack of chanting, chilly winds or ghastly moans, she came back to the counter and put the sword on it. It looked still the same, but more... alive, the difference between a corpse and a heavy sleeper. The socket in the hilt now contained a small burlap bag.
"Zees is ze powah," said Zagora, pointing at the bag. "Don't lose it. If you do, ze mageek vill remain, but vill not be controlled, and zen you vill have to kill ze vhole svord wiz fire, good fire. Zees bag vill make ze svord lighter and stronger, more balanced, makes it a proper svord, but eet's not unbreakable, so do not be reckless. Oh, and it vill scream vhen it tastes blood. Bit ov a side effect. Be sure to clean ze blade after battle, othervise it gets annoying."
((Did I by any chance just hit the record of most people talking in one post? >>;))
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Post by Strife on Jan 7, 2010 15:34:31 GMT -5
((Zagora's Shop))
Much to his satisfaction, the voodoo woman accepted his coins as payment. She then looked him straight in the eyes and smiled.
"You vant voodoo, izzat it? Voodoo is dangerous. Eet might turn against you vhen you least need it. Eet is nearly alive, like mageek, but darker, more unpredictable." Her smile got wider. "I zheenk it vill suit you."
Strife smiled back as if to agree, revealing his glimmering white teeth. The woman then examined the blade and disappeared into a back room. Everything fell silent, and Strife let himself wander into thought for a moment.
Ever since the mysterious gemstone gave him the gift of psionic powers, a curiosity grew inside of him. He began to wonder how he could harness other forms of magic like the denizens of this planet, but never truly got the chance. Perhaps the voodoo arts this woman provided could serve as a stepping stone for him to cross over into a state of true magical affinity.
After about five minutes, she returned, setting the sword back on the counter. There was a small bag in the socket, but aside from that, the sword appeared to be the same as before. Yet, something about it felt different...
"Zees is ze powah," said Zagora, pointing at the bag. "Don't lose it. If you do, ze mageek vill remain, but vill not be controlled, and zen you vill have to kill ze vhole svord wiz fire, good fire. Zees bag vill make ze svord lighter and stronger, more balanced, makes it a proper svord, but eet's not unbreakable, so do not be reckless. Oh, and it vill scream vhen it tastes blood. Bit ov a side effect. Be sure to clean ze blade after battle, othervise it gets annoying."
"Understood," Strife replied, sliding the blade carefully off the table.
He walked over to the front door and slowly pulled it open. "Buy something nice," he said to the woman without turning his head, and promptly left the shop.
Strife looked around him briefly. The pirates were gone, and he could still hear the dropship in the distance. He immediately teleport-dashed into an alleyway between two nearby buildings so that no one could see him examine his new enchantment. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he leaned his sword against the wall, took the bag with one hand, and used his other hand to carefully open it and peer inside.
He was surprised. However, it wasn't the kind of surprise one would get from looking at a glowing gemstone of ultimate power. This was the kind of surprise one would get if they were expecting a glowing gemstone of ultimate power, but instead got something far less impressive.
Strife lifted the object out of the bag and held it in his hand, examining it from every surface. It appeared to be the dried-up head of a human, but it had no hair whatsoever, no eyeballs, and its bottom jaw was completely absent. Furthermore, the skin was completely white - most likely due to whatever killed it - and it had been scrunched together so that it was perfectly spherical and could, as a result, fit inside the socket of his blade.
No one could tell that there was anything special about it simply by looking at it. As Strife gripped it in his hands, though, something stirred inside him... and very briefly, an image flashed in his head of his experiences through the Underdeep. For a fraction of a second, he recalled the moment in the darkness when he feared the most that he had become just like his enemies - a primitive savage who did not know how to properly handle the gifts bestowed to him.
He stared into the empty eye sockets of the head, and although it did not seem to be alive, he still felt like it was staring back at him... taunting him, as if to say "savage" to his face over and over again.
Strife gripped the head tighter in frustration, but immediately stopped when he thought he heard a heyenous scream coming from the distance. He looked around for a moment, but it was silent, and he saw nothing unusual.
Slowly, he returned his gaze to the head, and slowly, his lips curled into that infamous smile that everyone knew meant something bad was going to happen... the smile that told anyone in his presence that yes, he's up to something, and yes, he knows that he will have his way in the end.
Strife lifted his blade in front of him and placed the head directly into the socket. He then raised his free hand and used his psionic powers to encase the socket in stone. It now looked like the face of the head was engraved into the hilt itself, but all the same, it still seemed to glare back at him mysteriously and endlessly.
The weight reduction took effect immediately. While he had no problem carrying the sword in the past - heck, he had no problem using an entire motorcycle as a shield - both the hilt and the blade itself were now properly balanced, and the weapon as a whole felt like almost nothing in his hands. As a matter of fact... he himself felt lighter. Something about the enchantment gave him a boost of stamina, and while he was expecting something a little flashier, a performance upgrade was just as useful.
Combined with his ability to teleport-dash on the ground... facing him again would likely be very, very scary.
With his dark-powered sword in hand, he vanished from the alley in the blink of an eye, leaving a trail of silhouettes behind. The silhouettes snaked around the corner and down the side of the road, disappearing into the distance and leaving a trail of cracked pavement in their wake. He had no idea where his allies were, but with his insane travelling speed, he'd find them shortly even if he had to rush down every street in Tabloid Town.
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Post by Celestial on Jan 7, 2010 17:10:38 GMT -5
((Tabloid Town Hospital))
"This whole hospital is basically the Underdeep. The place where it got in is a hole in the wall of the basement. I'll show you the way, if you want." the guy said. The dragon mage grinned.
"Do it, I need to restore myself," she replied, feeling the blood well up in her throat from the injury that the motorbike inflicted.
Another one had landed near her and looked right at Celestial. She glared right back.
"Are you, by any chance, a resident of that big magical building? The one with a big stone wall seperating itself from the Underdeep?" he asked. Celestial smiled, a dangerous smile which signalled that whatever she answered, they shouldn't react with hostility.
"It is unfortunately that the wall was erected but yes. In fact, it was the same entrance that made me into a messenger for the Underdeep," she replied to him and turned to them both.
"Whatever hostile thoughts you may have against me, forget them. We'll need to co-operate if the Underdeep is to be truly free. I have a plan but I need to ask you all do to something for me," she said and indicated towards Rane.
"Hide him somewhere where nobody can find them. I assume you know a place. And also, there is another messenger of the Underdeep in a city called Brassport. I suggest you go there. If all goes as planned, this town won't be the place the be anymore. And if we want it to work, we better hurry," she said, having every single note of authority in her voice. As well as the Underdeep-voice-effect.
((The Dropship))
There was a screen which was currently not being used. Normally it would recieve communications, including satellite data but with the havoc that The Author had caused earlier, it was currently inactive. And, ironically enough, the perfect thing for her to open communications on.
Carefully, she streamed along the data path that would normally have been taken up by the signal from the satellites, having some trouble squeezing through on account of being a little bit bigger than your average signal. She streamed through until eventually every part made it through. Contrary to popular belief, it was AIs, not pirates, who had the highest record of eyepatches and wooden legs. You just never saw it because it wasn't sci-fi enough.
The monitor flickered on, because the technical details of how it did weren't important. An image of a young woman with short blonge hair wearing a white suit appeared.
"Hello! I know this is fairly sudden but I can swear to you, I've not done anything with your system. I just want to help you with your dragon problem," she said, preparing to run in case they decided to react badly. And by badly, The Author meant 'Decide to wipe her completely out of existance'.
Somebody really needed to start up an 'AIs Are People Too' movement.
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Post by Draco on Jan 7, 2010 18:11:09 GMT -5
<<Tabloid Hospital - The Place for Underdeep minions to meet!>>
Gil drives the Phantom Merc a little closer to the front of the Hospital, being careful to not run over the man in the road more. Once parked he hops out of the ride and stares at the building. "I can't put my finger on it, but this Hospital is kind of strange..." He looks back at the group, "Shouldn't there be people around? Also look at the rubble around here."
"Maybe whatever was happening in the other part of the town happened here as well. The last I checked piles of rock and pieces of buildings wasn't the new decorating style... I could be wrong though." Staring at the rubble Draco turns and looks at the front entrance. "Someone should have come out by now."
He walks over to the entrance and tries to open it. Once his hand touches the entrance he feels a moment of shock, as if he just touched a ghost or something. He shakes his head and ignores it when it goes away. "I think it's blocked. We're going to have to find another way in, or try and force our way through here."
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Post by Amneiger on Jan 8, 2010 3:17:28 GMT -5
((Above Tabloid Town))
The dropship arrived over Zagora's shop for Amneiger to see Strife running off into the distance. "After him! We need to get him to - "
A satellite communications monitor suddenly flickered on. Did that mean that Spacefleet had gotten the satellite network back online?
Wait a minute. That didn't look anyone from Spacefleet. And what a suspiciously specific denial. Why would somebody be so eager to claim that they hadn't damaged the dropship's systems unless...unless...
She were the hacker who was working with the dragon. And while she might say that they wanted to help, she had been actively attacking Spacefleet systems. And thus, there was no reason to believe that she was here to help.
Amneiger leapt forward and shut down the monitor. "It's the hacker! I think she's been working with the dragon we're supposed to be fighting. Quick, cut all communication systems designed to receive transmissions so that she can't access us anymore!"
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Post by Jina on Jan 8, 2010 6:09:56 GMT -5
Tabloid Town Hospital Roof "Hide him somewhere where nobody can find them. I assume you know a place. And also, there is another messenger of the Underdeep in a city called Brassport. I suggest you go there. If all goes as planned, this town won't be the place the be anymore. And if we want it to work, we better hurry."
Halin nodded. "Corenu, take the prisoner to..." he thought for a moment. "The lodge we stayed at. Tell Sandra to fly you there, and take Patri too. Make sure nobody finds out you're there and lives to tell about it. I'll meet you at the nearest Underdeep entrance to this Brassport."
Corenu grabbed Rane, and dragged him over to the edge of the hospital roof. He sent a beam of light in the direction of the hiding spot, then jumped off.
Patri saw the light, and Grappled Corenu and Rane as they fell, to stop them from hitting the ground at a deadly speed. Once they hit, Corenu healed himself and Rane, then went over to the other two. "We are to leave town. Once we have done so, Sandra will fly us all to the mountain lodge we stayed at last night. We will be taking this prisoner and hiding him there."
Up on the roof, Halin turned to Celestial. "Would you kindly get us into the hospital, so I can show you which way to go? And if you don't mind, I'd like none of the people gathered at the front to notice us go in."
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Post by Strife on Jan 8, 2010 7:22:08 GMT -5
((Tabloid Town))
Strife had spent a few minutes blazing across Tabloid Town. Despite the miles of sidewalks and crosswalks that cracked and crumbled beneath his swift movements, he still couldn't find where the pirates had wandered off to. They couldn't be far, though.
Behind a nearby street corner, captain Huntress and the Blarf continued on their way, heading towards the western section of the town. Without warning, there was a crashing noise, and a trail of silhouettes appeared instantly in front of the blarf, heading towards him. The silhouettes continued into the side of the beast and appeared to travel straight upwards into the air. A few seconds later, Strife fell from the sky, landing hard on his feet in the middle of the road.
While Strife's teleport-dashing allowed him to break the sound barrier if he wished, it did nothing to improve his reaction time. He had apparently not spotted the Blarf until he was halfway into a turn, and as a result, could not stop himself in time in order to avoid hitting the creature. Upon impact, he had bounced against the tough fur of the Blarf and went sailing into the sky. Fortunately, he had readjusted himself so that he could land with minimal damage... to himself, at least. The road was a complete mess of cracks and craters.
Strife carefully stood up straight and turned towards Huntress, his dark weapon in hand. His armor was beginning to lose its shimmering green color, both because of the dried-up dragon blood from his duel with Celestial, and the fact that his speed had been gradually eroding its color. The armor looked at least a hundred years older for this reason.
"The Dragon..." he began. He didn't bother to finish his sentence, as he figured the pirate captain could fill in the rest.
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Post by Huntress on Jan 8, 2010 12:02:31 GMT -5
((Tabloid Town. I think we'd benefit from mapping this place.))
The blarf had, up until now, ambled along rather cheerfully for the last half an hour or so. There wasn't much that could stop him, short of a Howitzer. But it wasn't often that someone flat-out ran into him - he was really rather easy to spot - so when he felt something bounce off him, he stopped and turned to sniff the strange spaceman. Hunty raised an eyebrow.
"The Dragon..." Strife said. The captain scowled.
"Yeah, that's who we're after, unfortunately. Really can't see why people think so highly of heroics. Can you track her down?"
((Tabloid Town Hospital))
Rane had been really very quiet throughout the entire Underdeep-servant-gathering. And also looking really rather thoughtful. When he got pushed over the edge of the roof, his expression barely changed (although let's be fair, there was still quite a bit of screaming going on in his head).
In fact, his somewhat eerie-ish composure only cracked when the people near him started talking about leaving the town.
"We are to leave town. Once we have done so, Sandra will fly us all to the mountain lodge we stayed at last night. We will be taking this prisoner and hiding him there," said the half-unicorn. Rane's head jerked sideways.
"Wait, leave this town? I can't leave this town now, there's too much- gnh!"
His face contorted into a grimace very briefly, and then his eyes changed color. It looked like paint spreading over water, going from bright blue to chocolate brown in the matter of seconds. All of a sudden, his face looked quite a bit more open and scared.
"Look, honestly," he said pleadingly, as his shoulders sagged, "I really can't leave this town right now. I have a crew here, and my ship is supposed to set sail at noon, and- gngh!"
There was a brief pause again, then Rane remained staring at the ground with blue eyes and a kind of pitying scowl.
"Really now, has it ever worked for anyone?" he said as his hand darted under his robe, towards the belt.
Don't kill them! a voice echoed in his head.
"Why the heck not?" The pirate lord attempted to look back over his own shoulder. "Oh, don't give me that... listen, I've known humans a little longer than you have, okay? ...look, this whole 'they're not bad, just confused' crap will get you killed one day. ...hey...! ...just...! ...just let me handle this, okay? Sheesh."
He sighed, glanced at his captors, cracked a nasty little grin and pulled his hand back out, holding a smooth black gem. The air around it appeared to be sizzling.
"Let's start over," he said with exaggerated, mocking politeness. "Hello, gentlemen. Very pleased to meet you all. I'm the Fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse. Friends call me TMC, or atleast they would if I had any friends. Enemies usually call me 'oh please please please no aaargh'. Which group would you like to fall into tonight?"
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Post by Strife on Jan 8, 2010 12:35:40 GMT -5
((Tabloid Town))
"Yeah, that's who we're after, unfortunately. Really can't see why people think so highly of heroics. Can you track her down?"
Strife slowly nodded his head. "Don't go far," he told the Captain.
Without giving anyone else time to say anything, he bent down slightly like a runner getting ready for a race and immediately disappeared. A silhouette trail was drawn around the closest street corner and vanished into the shadows of the buildings, which were growing more intense as the sun emerged from its hiding spot in the horizon.
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Post by Rider on Jan 8, 2010 16:47:47 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Brassport Wherever[/glow]
“I don’t bargain with children."
That card again. Adeline knew it would only prove the necromancer right if she pouted, but she pouted anyway.
Her pout was broken when the witch apparently started talking in gibberish. Adeline somehow managed to hide her surprise. She was not so self-controlling, however, when what appeared to be an angel came up and acknowledged the witch, sealing her in bonds stronger than ice. He knew her as Rikku. He seemed surprised... and sad.
Betrayal.
"I will find a way home even if I have to look for it myself," she told the witch. To the angel, "Who and what are you? How do you know Lady Sarinon and our attacker?"
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Post by Celestial on Jan 8, 2010 18:51:48 GMT -5
((Tabloid Town Hospital))
"Corenu, take the prisoner to...The lodge we stayed at. Tell Sandra to fly you there, and take Patri too. Make sure nobody finds out you're there and lives to tell about it. I'll meet you at the nearest Underdeep entrance to this Brassport," the adventurers spoke between themselves.
Celestial smiled. That sounded pretty good to her. They were going along with what she was saying so for the first time, things were somehow working out for her. It wouldn't last long, something was always going wrong. The trick was to adapt before any harm could be done.
"Would you kindly get us into the hospital, so I can show you which way to go? And if you don't mind, I'd like none of the people gathered at the front to notice us go in," the guy wo stayed with her asked. The dragon mage turned to him and grinned.
"Of course. Hold on to me," she replied as a white-hot flame appeared at the end of her finger. She stretched out her wings and began carving the roof around herself with the fire, letting it melt the roof, controlling the heat and burning. Letting off a strong air current, the dragon mage sent the chunk of the roof flying down into the hospital. At the same time, she extended her wings and glided down with the other servant.
The feel of the Underdeep was strong in here. Celestial breathed in deeply and could feel her wounds alreayd begin healing up, slowly but surely. But there was now something else in here. It felt as though two elder gods of similar power levels had come into contact with each other. And the results weren't usually pretty. So this was the thing that was going horribly wrong that she knew had to happen.
"I believe there's something just as powerful as I am here. Take me, quickly!"
((The Dropship))
The monitor was shut off and the alarm bells sounded. Predictable reaction really. The Author couldn't blame them.
"It's the hacker! I think she's been working with the dragon we're supposed to be fighting. Quick, cut all communication systems designed to receive transmissions so that she can't access us anymore!" one of the 'Fleeters cried out as soon as he shut off the monitor.
She could still hear them and that comment about working with Celestial hurt. Sure, she was technically written by her but they were nothing alike. Celestial was a deranged psychopath that gave The Author an excuse to have some fun and The Author herself was just a quirky AI designed to provide some mood whiplash and metaness to this Guild War. And they didn't even think for a moment that she was an AI! This was discrimination. She turned the monitor back on, with a rather grumpy expression on her face.
"First, that won't work. Second, that's not very nice! You could at least not discriminate and assume I'm human. Honestly, you people," she was about to launch into a rant about AI rights but decided it wasn't the best time for it. The Author coughed.
"Anyway, I'm not working with Celestial. If I was, you'd be crashing by now and obviously you're not. So you might as well give me a chance, please? Don't make my Fourth Wall trick a pointless Crowning Moment of Awesome!" she said, trying not to sound as annoyed as she felt.
Sympathy for AIs? Anyone? You know we treat the crazy ones like Skynet and HAL 9000 the same way you treat your serial killers? >>
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Post by Rikku on Jan 8, 2010 19:57:17 GMT -5
Fair Brassport, Where The Sun Sets Over Fields of Cogs, Where Heroic and Valiant Souls Glimpse The Stars Through Smoky Skies – wait, no, that’s far too purple. Let’s just go with Brassport.
“I will find a way home even if I have to look for it myself,” the girl said stubbornly. Rikku rolled her eyes. Didn’t the kid have anything better to do? Like cooking or needlework or something? “Who and what are you? How do you know Lady Sarinon and our attacker?”
That got her attention. She grinned up at Sarn. She didn’t know him particularly well – she’d spent most of her time pottering around in the basement of late – but all the same, he was a mage, one of her fellow guildmembers, and it gave her something of a shock to see one of them here. The mages were just about the only people she owed any real allegiance to, the people who had taken her in when no one else would …
Oh well.
“Yes, go on, Sarn,” Rikku prompted, still grinning. “Tell the girl how you dragged her here.”
It was a wild shot in the dark, based mostly on how fond Sarn seemed of the silver-haired lady. But someone had to have brought the city here, and, even with the Underdeep acting up and doing strange things to magic, Rikku was sure it hadn’t been her.
Well. Pretty sure.
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Post by PFA on Jan 8, 2010 23:47:28 GMT -5
((Near Ninja Dojo, heading toward forest))
PFA was a little surprised when the tiger started rubbing its head against her, much like an overgrown housecat. But she certainly wasn't objecting, and was even about to pet it when it started sniffing her hand. It then turned and started following after Ikkin, pausing briefly as if beckoning her to follow.
"Come on, guys," PFA said to the others behind her, making a beckoning gesture before sprinting after the tiger.
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((Phantom Merc --> Tabloid Town Hospital entrance))
Jernath raised an eyebrow as he glanced back at the unconscious person in the road, who they had presumably just run over. "Hey, maybe we should get some help for him while we're at it? I mean, we might as well make it up to him for unintentionally running him over."
Once the ride came to a complete stop, Jernath climbed out and took the exit to the left, thank you and have a nice day. By which I mean he climbed out of the Phantom Merc and took a look around at the surroundings. As Gil and Draco related, there definitely seemed to be something odd going on. Jernath thought for sure someone should have heard him calling...
"Blocked? Why would the door be blocked?" Jernath asked, wandering closer to the door in question. "Aren't hospitals supposed to keep all doors clear in case of an emergency or something?"
He tried for a moment to open the door himself, but was struck with a sudden sense of impending doom as soon as he touched the door handle. He instantly pulled back, not at all sure what had just happened, but decided it probably didn't mean anything. Probably. Regardless, he decided not to try opening that door anymore.
"I'm sure there's another entrance somewhere," Jernath suggested. "At least to the emergency room if nothing else. We should probably see if we can find one before breaking down any doors."
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Post by Moonlight on Jan 9, 2010 0:47:09 GMT -5
~Tabloid Town Hospital~
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Um...what was that?
Jernath raised an eyebrow as he glanced back at the unconscious person in the road, who they had presumably just run over. "Hey, maybe we should get some help for him while we're at it? I mean, we might as well make it up to him for unintentionally running him over."
Wilhelm peered outside to see what he was talking about; some guy was slumped on the ground, probably there before they, um, hit him. "Yeah...Is it safe to leave him there? I mean, we're this close to the hospital." he looked back at the others while the PM ground to a halt. Getting out, the first thing he noticed was the hospital seemed, I don't know, less grand than he'd thought? Been awhile since he'd last stayed in town, and he'd never found a reason to go to the doctor anyway.
Oh well. Wil hopped out of the vehicle with the others and approached the door. Which was locked. Or blocked; they both rhymed anyhow. He rapped on the door with his cane, knowing that wouldn't really do much good. Each time the staff connected with the door, something felt odd...something cold or eerie. Hm.
"Who would lock the doors of a hospital? It can't be closed, can it..." he muttered to himself before coming to a simple conclusion.
"Hey. Does anyone have bombs?"
~Bookstore, about a block down from the hospital~
"Hm...No." Liyer shut another book and sighed. "Forget it. I'm not doing this job. There's nothing we need, and everything we don't need. Useless store." He flipped through another large book. "Wait a minute..."
Juverna sat in a large stuffed armchair a few feet away, trying to read a tome while being constantly annoyed by the little bookshop cat. He was pestering her for a tummy rub, twitching his black ears in delight when she finally gave in.
"Juverna, stay there!"
The cat leaped out of her lap at Liyer's voice. She stayed put, confused.
"Well, here goes nothing," he muttered and read a phrase from the book in his hands. It was incomprehensible; another language. It didn't seem to have any effect for a moment, then she grabbed at her throat in pain, as if someone had hit her.
"What...did...you-" Juverna gasped. "Ah!"
Liyer clapped the book shut. "Well, what do you know. This thing actually works."
"I can...talk. I didn't know somebody could do something like that..." she just stood there stunned and rubbed her throat as the pain ebbed away.
"Yeah? Me neither. You don't seem as dumb now that you can talk, anyway." he put the tome under one arm. "I think I'll keep this book."
"I still don't like you anymore than I did before," she murmured, but her voice was small from lack of using one(or even having one for that matter). Juverna went back to pet the cat again, but instead the feline hissed and jumped onto the chair. He bared his fangs and glared at the back wall. "What are you-"
BOOM!
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Post by Draco on Jan 9, 2010 1:20:21 GMT -5
<<The Hospital Of Nightmares - Tabloid Town, NTWF>>
Gil stares at the man on the ground some more. "If he asks, we found him this way. Which is kind of the truth, right?"
Draco grins evilly at the word 'bombs' spoken by Wilhelm, all ready a couple lit bombs in his hand. "I have plenty of bombs." That's when he hears Jernath, "We should probably see if we can find one before breaking down any doors." He stares at the bombs in his hands, throws them to the ground, "I would suggest running." He runs away from the door.
Gil looks up, "Did someone say the words bomb and run?" Draco rushes past him.
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