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Post by Avery on Jun 18, 2008 17:34:02 GMT -5
Yes, thank you so much for participating, everyone. <3 Hunty and I had been toying around with the idea for months before it started, but we never imagined it would grow so big. ^_^ *gives everyone shinies*
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Post by Clocky: Activity is a Thing on Jun 19, 2008 0:44:54 GMT -5
Ahh. That was awesome. And now…
ONE FINAL ROLEPLAY THINGY *SUSPENSE*
… *Releases Shift Key [>.>]*
It was over. It was finally over. He'd gone from Don Huntress to Dons Rikku and Rider, just before they were taken down, so that he could get information, and it turned out his plans weren't needed at all.
Everything had worked out.
A soft rain that was turning the gloomy city even darker, and yet brightening it in an odd way, soaked his fur as he walked to CMP HQ — Captain Meerkat Police Headquarters.
“Techy, what about the device?” the nameless meerkat asked, shaking himself dry as he entered the building. Techy sighed, turning off the last of his equipment and carrying a small box under his left arm.
“The case was nothing but scatterable data; a bunch of gibberish. Oddly enough, the data melded together whenever it was run, not only performing several thousand pointless functions, but calling itself on an infinite loop; which explains why it couldn't be scanned properly.” His various technological gizmos and gadgets vanished in a shimmering white and blue flash, particles of said devices wrapping themselves around his wristband.
“I'm going to take it back to Ozon and disect it a bit more — who knows: we may very well find something useful within this hunk of junk.”
The meerkat nodded, putting on his famous — or perhaps infamous — yellow-rimmed red hat, with a smilie face where a skull would traditionally be.
“I guess it's time to head out then, eh?” He looked sad, tired, and most of all, at least five years older. He'd need to take a long sail to recover from all this.
A whispered screech and a burst of plantlife signaled that Arcadia was here, in all his terrifying glory. “Well, I've tied up all the lose ends. All tabs are paid, no stray bills, and a good deal of people now have no memory what-so-ever of ever seeing us. I'm off to Elkridge and Elhelm.”
With that, he vanished, another quiet screech and burst of dark green showing so.
Captain Meerkat and Techy only had to wait a moment for Clockwork to appear. His hood was down — a rare sight indeed. His eyes were a ghastly, frozen blue.
“All time-related problems have been resolved, which means it's time for me to return to Cleria. Nothing else to report.” And he was gone, in a spectral blur of blinding bright blue and white. It was like snowfall.
The meerkat literally counted until Prisma and Truffles' appearance. The two had been sent to investigate the same thing.
Prisma appeared first. “No traces of myself or Truffles remain. If you need me, I'm in Pyr.” The burst of rainbow paint didn't surprise anybody, at this point.
Truffles had appeared mid-speech. He was the only one that really lacked some sort of over-the-top entry.
He nodded, his over-sized hat somehow remaining on his head. “And I'm heading back to Neopia. Bye!”
Now, the only people remaining were Techy and the Captain.
“Well, I guess this is good-bye to everybody, huh?” the meerkat said, masking his misery with a smile. He wasn't sad that everyone was leaving, necessarily; more, he was sad that the next time they all got together… It would be different. It could never be the same; it never was. Something was always different, and he worried it wouldn't be a positive change next time.
Techy interrupted his melancholy thinking. “No, it's not good-bye to everybody at all. Knowing Tabloid Town, I'm sure CMP will be bustling with business over lost Weewoos and exploded Tabloids in no time.”
Slowly, frames of white rose from the ground, each spaced apart by the size of the shimmering panes. “See you soon, Fluffball,” Techy said, waving.
… And now he was alone. Completely, utterly alone. His shipmates would surely give him a warm welcome, taking him all around the Shell Islands and getting him many a shiny gold coin, but it would take a while for things to be normal again.
No, the meerkat though, things will never be normal again; we don't even have a normal. Things will return to normal in my dimension, and the same with them in theirs; but things are never, nor will they ever be, normal. He laughed, taking a small ring from his belt pocket.
It had odd, almost mystic lines etched into it. They bent and curved at seemingly random intervals.
Tossing it to the wall, it expanded, and latched on. A swirling, blue portal grew from the edges, eventually becoming complete.
The Captain stepped right up to it, seeing faint traces of his home. Stepping half-way through, he took one final look at the deserted hidden room, and then left.
…
On the counter of the receptionist's desk, a large cardboard card was propped up, and a silver bell placed next to it.
If you ever need any police work from Captain Meerkat Police, just ring the bell.
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Post by Smithy on Jun 19, 2008 6:24:48 GMT -5
...I can't help it. Just ONE more short little roleplay. *innocent smile*
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It was a rainy day, the first in a while. And if you had been walking outdoors anyway, you might have seen a tall young girl, strolling slowly through the woods, her face upturned to the rain, smiling.
"I can't believe that I've stayed here for so long. Just for a problem that, in the end, wasn't much work for a fingersmith."
Flicking off her glasses, Smithy put them in her deep cloak pocket, and grinned. "Nature, your loyalties are too strong. But what does it matter? The world's the same, whether I've come or gone. And I just know that the fuller purses will all be in the towns I want them to be in now. Not to mention Qamr will be going wild back at Mage Manor."
A gust of wind whipped against her. But Smithy stood, enjoying the rain splattering down on her.
The end of the woods neared, and the path was ending. Archimedes peeked out of the cloak to see if the rain had ended yet, then dived back in.
Smithy, still grinning, turned around, and saluted. Then she walked out, and away from Tabloid Town.
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Post by Vyt: Down, but Not Out on Jun 19, 2008 8:45:12 GMT -5
Just ONE more roleplay. *thwack'd*
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"... All this trouble, just for nothing!"
A red Zafara in her early twenties began roaming around the Tabloid Town, rather disappointed with what happened for the past week. It was the same Zafara that claimed to be Don Hunty's personal bodyguard, and the same one who went by the name 'Laine'.
"... Acting out as a double agent for the two idiots wasn't as much worth the salary," she spat out whilst brushing her hair off her front. It was getting a bit windy when she appeared. "And I thought the police would give me enough money so I could get them two out of business by siding with another two idiots!"
Laine was quite a blabbermouth, despite her tomboyish personality. Every eyes around her started glaring rather suspiciously.
"... What's your problem, punks?" Laine began to taunt. "Can't believe I'm all for the money?"
Immediately, everyone around the Zafara drew their guns.
"I was hoping we'd get to this," the boastful lass smirked. "This place needs some bloodshed for once."
Laine then brought out her kunai and launched herself towards the mob.
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Post by Ian Wolf-Park on Jun 19, 2008 9:17:32 GMT -5
Ah, why not. The last rp for me
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Lupehunter was surprised that it was over, but he was glad that it was. Of course, he would never forget the friends that he had made, along with some enemies.
As he walked out of Tabloid Town, he ejected the clip out of his gun, along with the bullet that had not been used. As he transformed into his wolf form, he looked back at the wonderful city.
"Time for me to head back to my home and take a good, long nap. After all, I probably deserve it after all the terror/destruction that I went through, starting with the explosion at the mansion," he thought to himself. Then he ran off, never looking back at the town while he was running to his home in Dramatis Personae.
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Post by ♥ Rain on Jun 19, 2008 16:15:13 GMT -5
...so the Editor was just a random person? >__> We didn't get to kill off a real, live forumer?
... I guess it can't be helped. >3>
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Post by Amneiger on Jun 20, 2008 10:09:52 GMT -5
One last - *smacked*
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Amneiger sat back in his office and upended the bag of cash onto his desk.
All in all, that hadn't turned out too badly. His original intention had been to sell some of his stock, but he'd managed to make some cash without doing that. On the other hand, now he remembered why he had made an effort to avoid getting involved in actual fighting in the first place; it was far too dangerous.
Well, things had turned out okay. And for the moment it seemed unlikely that any customers would arrive.
He began to carefully count his money.
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That pwned. Not a whole lot I can say that others haven't said already xD Thanks Hunty, Carrie, Squiesh, and Scar.
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Post by Rikku on Jun 21, 2008 1:54:57 GMT -5
Ahh. I loved this. <3 Much thanks to my Mobmates, and to Hunty and Carrie and such. ^__^ This was so much fun.
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>.>
It was night, and it was silent.
Silence is difficult. It requires only one thing, the lack of noise, but everything makes noise. People breathing, people moving, people living. Most of the time, there is noise. Even when there are no people, no animals giving off their own little sounds, it is rarely silent. This night was no exception.
The silence was broken by a piercing sound. The sound of the Universe, the sound of a beating drum and a crackling flame and a high, piercing flute. An old wooden wardrobe materialized, in the middle of a grassy plain, with no people and no buildings in sight.
A girl stumbled out. Her trenchcoat was bunched oddly, and she was moving with great difficulty, but her face was set in a snarl, as though she still lived and moved purely from determination.
She fell. Blood seeped onto the grass below, staining it red under the silvery light of the moon.
Then there was another light, as of some great miracle, or, perhaps, some manner of necromancer's charm, or maybe even a self-restoring frequency manipulator pattern, though no one in this place would know what that was. This, this was another Universe. A whole, wide Universe.
The girl stood, and looked around. She no longer moved with the awkwardness of the injured.
Rikku grinned, knowing that this quiet place would not stay quiet for very long.
Not while she had any say in the matter.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2008 7:00:07 GMT -5
((  What just happened, Rikku?)) |
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Post by Celestial on Jun 21, 2008 7:58:28 GMT -5
It was all over, the rain washing away any blood that was left from the War. Celestial wrapped her trenchcoat around herself, covering up the two Desert Eagle handguns in their holsters. The Editor was gone and the allies of the two Dons were breaking up, leaving town. Maybe she should do the same...
Not yet Celestial thought. There were always things to do here. Shaking the water off her wings, she walked on through the rain. They might as well take advantgae of the peace around Tabloid Town.
Just how long do you think this peace is going to last? she asked herself. The answer was very simple As long as it can. Celestial grinned, her reptilian eyes flashing as the rain poured off her.
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Post by Kathleen on Jun 21, 2008 12:03:45 GMT -5
((Oh, fine, why not?))
The girl moved silently through the night-drenched, ruined city. The wind made an odd, hollow whistling sound through the shells of burnt-out buildings. Rain dripped with a steady persistence.
So it was over. Kathleen didn't consider herself a traitor. She paused to shake water from the brim of her hat, surveying the dark city. Somewhere, a neon light flashed on and off, broken. There would always be something broken in this city. There were too many here who enjoyed a good long fight.
She owed Rikku. One last time. With a faint sigh, Kathleen fumbled in her pockets. She withdrew a silver pistol, a cork, a piece of floss, and a small red cylinder. She played a moment with the cylinder, tossing it around in her palm. Then she pocketed everything, and set off, disappearing into the rainy, dark night. One last time.
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Post by Rikku on Jun 22, 2008 23:58:45 GMT -5
(( What just happened, Rikku?)) Rikku Nameless decided to run away. Which was uncharacteristically wise, all things considered. The rest of the stuff is pretty unimportant, drama really, setting up some backstory and such. ^_^ Not sure what Kathkitty did, but it sounds cool. =D |
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What just happened, Rikku?))
