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Post by icon on Sept 15, 2010 19:13:32 GMT -5
...Interesting. *goes to examine the bulletin board and the fliers on it*
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2010 19:14:27 GMT -5
: *tries to take some of the fliers and stuff them into the pages of the notebook*
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Post by Gelquie on Sept 15, 2010 19:26:00 GMT -5
((Short post; I just want to say what some of the fliers say before I go.))
GLQ: *Also goes up to examine some of the fliers.*
*Some of the words of the fliers include: "NEW LINE OF CORPSE PRESERVATION FLUID. 20% DISCOUNT FOR ALL MEMBERS OF THIS CABAL." "NEED A ZOMBIE-SITTER? CALL STACY TODAY! 100% CERTIFIED IN RESCUE SMITING." And other related things.*
GLQ: *Eye catches another one.*
*The flier says: "ALL UNITS MUST COME BELOW FOR AN EMERGENCY MEETING AND SPECIAL ORDERS CONCERNING OUR MISSION. ANY WHO DO NOT ATTEND MUST MAKE THEMSELVES SCARCE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. COME DOWN TO GREAT HALL AUDITORIUM AT 0100 ON--"*
GLQ: *Blinks.* That's... That's today's date. ...That reminds me, what time is it? It feels like we've been down here forever...
((I'm gonna say nighttime, but after noon. We've been down here awhile, in-time. XD;
I'll probably have more fliers to speak of, but there's some.))
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Post by icon on Sept 18, 2010 16:53:56 GMT -5
*stops at that last note* Oh my.
...You're right though. Knowing the time would be pretty useful. It only feels like we've been down here maybe what, a day? Two?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2010 18:11:29 GMT -5
: *checks notebook* ...About a day. *thinks* I just want to get out of here...
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Post by Andrea on Sept 24, 2010 13:42:44 GMT -5
...Let's keep going. --- Very well, then. I'm with a group of people. There's a person named Drew in a blue scarf, a person named GLQ, a guy in a fishing hat that calls himself Icon, and a murderous robot named Orwellbot in a stupid hat and coat. They're all here to save Hugo. As for where they are? I'm not quite sure, we split up. As for me? I don't care about a single one of them. I showed up here with the knowledge that Orwellbot would be here so that I could dispose of him and leave him here. *strangely calm voice*
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Post by Gelquie on Sept 26, 2010 0:18:41 GMT -5
GLQ: *Sighs.* A day? Really? ...That reminds me that we forgot to sleep... It must be the adrenaline...
Khalir: Remember that you're also undead.
GLQ: True, but they aren't. ...Regardless, we can't stop now. *Takes the flier off the wall to keep with her.* But I have a strange feeling about this... I'm taking this with me. ... *Looks up at the bulletin board and grabs one of the cut-out slips on the Zombie Babysitting Service flier before sticking it into her pocket.*
GLQ: ...What? Being a necromancer is like motherhood! And I'm sure Stacy is a fairly good necromancer-in-training.
Earidi: ...Moving on. *Continues to walk down the hallway.*
The rest of the 5 4: *Follows as well.*
GLQ: *Following.* I'm wondering... what's so important that those who can't make it must disappear...?
Earidi: ...I wish I knew.
*The group make it to the end of the hall, where they see the strange, metal, highly-secure doors to the left. It has all sorts of complex locks on it.*
GLQ: This is it, isn't it? ...How do we get in? ...*Suddenly begins staring at Zond.*
Zond: Zond?
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*Aitirava listens with great interest. Then a faint, evil smile appears on her face.*
Aitirava: Is that so...? Your sense of honesty is truly endearing. *Aitirava chuckles, pulling her silver knife back into her hand a bit (not cutting).* Shall I also assume that the dear Earidi is also with them? I wouldn't put it past her; after all, it wouldn't be the first time.
*Aitirava walks by Gantrat, putting the flat of her little knife along Gantrat's shoulder and sliding it as she walks, but in such a way so that it doesn't cut Gantrat.*
Aitirava: But anyway, if that is indeed the case... Perhaps you are closer to your goal than you think. You can have Orwellbot all to yourself to destroy, if you wish; your feud might even be entertaining to watch. We can help you on your little quest for blood, if you so choose, whether it be helping in the battle, or leading Orwellbot into his own little... trap. Whichever you choose, however, you'll have to help us in return. Understand?
Aitirava: *Her smile increases and her eyes narrow to follow her smile, which seems to stretch her already thin face.* You can, of course, guess the alternative...
Hugo: *Slightly moves, but otherwise doesn't seem to wake.*
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Post by Andrea on Sept 26, 2010 8:59:58 GMT -5
For a search that's been going on about a day, it's felt like we've been looking for... months... *studies the doors, then also looks at Zond* --- Hmph. I could crush that weakling Orwellbot myself. The only matter is how I would help you in return.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2010 9:09:12 GMT -5
O: Now the question is... how do we get it open? *starts examining the locks*
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Post by icon on Sept 26, 2010 9:15:55 GMT -5
*stares at the locks for a bit* Somehow I've got a feeling these locks aren't as simple as they seem.
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Post by Gelquie on Sept 26, 2010 19:50:09 GMT -5
GLQ: Possibly... *Still looking at Zond.* Still... We could also be over-thinking this... I guess there's only one way to find out? *Goes behind Zond.* You know exactly what I'm suggesting... *Pushes Zond towards door.*
Zond: Zond! 0_0 *Seems very stiff... or stiffer than usual.*
Khalir: Are you sure there's not a better way to pass through the doors?
GLQ: Can you think of anything? If not, I say smash it.
Zond: Zond!
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*Aitirava goes back to pacing around the chair, occasionally sliding her little knife gently along Gantrat while looking at him.*
Aitirava: I have... interests. There are multiple things I can have you do. Perhaps, when the situation arises, you can help me crush the invaders you've just betrayed. They are rather... a nuisance. Or... Perhaps I can have you collect something for me... Or if you have anything that would be generally beneficial to our cause... I'm open to what you may have to say.
Aitirava: *Faces him, giving him a small smile.* What do you find more appealing?
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Post by icon on Sept 29, 2010 8:32:04 GMT -5
Well, if you think that's the best idea, then go ahead, by all means.
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Post by Andrea on Sept 29, 2010 11:59:40 GMT -5
...I think that breaking down a door would attract a lot of attention, but alright. *takes a few steps back* --- Assisting in destroying those trying to rescue Hugo... I could manage that. *chuckles*
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2010 13:09:27 GMT -5
O: Alright then, if you're planning on breaking it down... *steps back*
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Post by Gelquie on Sept 29, 2010 14:03:50 GMT -5
GLQ: Well, smashing it is!
Zond: Zond! *Seems to be resisting as GLQ pushes him in vain.*
GLQ: ...Aw, come on, we have to get past the locks somehow. And there's one. Easy. Way! *Says each part as she pushes Zond, and finally manages to get him to charge towards the door.*
Zond: Zond! *Smashes into the door while punching it a moment later.*
GLQ: ...Did it work?
*A large screech suddenly echoes through the hallway as Zond steps aside.*
GLQ: ...That's an alarm, isn't it? ...Zond got a lot of locks...
Khalir: But we won't be able to get through until we bypass that last lock... *Points to it.* And now we have to hurry to figure it out, before the guards come.
GLQ: ...You're kidding me. *Tries the door again, but it won't open.*
Zond: Zond...
*The last lock stands there; mostly as a block attached very very firmly to the door. There is no apparent keyhole, though there is one miniscule hole in it left of center.*
((Moral: GLQ is not always right. XD; ))
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Aitirava: Wonderful... Though I suggest you leave the undead quintet to me; it would be a bit of a shame if I didn't give them what they justly deserve... In my torture chambers. *Aitirava gives a smirk.* Perhaps we should make an oath, though?
*Aitirava now stands in front of Gantrat. Before she can do anything though, a large screech is heard through the room. Aitirava smirks.*
Airirava: It seems they're already very close... You'll have your moment in no time. ...But we have a moment. First, the oath.
*Aitirava puts her hand on his hand.*
Aitirava: Do you swear on your behalf to do whatever you can to crush these mortal invaders, for the benefit of us and yourself?
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