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Post by cyrillen on Feb 28, 2006 15:49:49 GMT -5
Bob was now locked in a jail cell. If someone were to make it into a T-shirt, the emblem would probably have read, 'Est. 1989 B. C.' It stank in a most vile way. The only furnishings were a dripping wad of slime on the ceiling and a clanky stool. Not even a waste disposal. Anyone else would have retched, but Bob was now on his head, halfway between the stool and slime, sighing with happiness as he attained a meditative stance.
And then the door banged open. . .
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Post by Kat on Mar 2, 2006 7:04:30 GMT -5
The noise of the door reached Calypso's sensitive ears. She winced.
"By the name of my father, something's wrong!" she declared. "Eon, we cannot continue on this path any further! Apparently whatever's up there will have to wait..."
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Post by Frozen on Mar 2, 2006 7:46:18 GMT -5
The noise of the door reached Calypso's sensitive ears. She winced. "By the name of my father, something's wrong!" she declared. "Eon, we cannot continue on this path any further! Apparently whatever's up there will have to wait..." "Of course, Calypso. By the way, this place's seems really really unhygienic," said Eon pointing to the walls which were extremely dusty. |
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Post by Kat on Mar 2, 2006 8:10:01 GMT -5
"I can see that," said Calypso, wincing as a cockroach crawled up a nearby wall. "Come on." She grabbed Eon by the arm and tugged him back down the stairs.
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Post by Frozen on Mar 2, 2006 8:26:46 GMT -5
"I can see that," said Calypso, wincing as a cockroach crawled up a nearby wall. "Come on." She grabbed Eon by the arm and tugged him back down the stairs. Eon shrugged and followed her down ((okay, someone else besides Kat and I has to post cause I don't see how this could get more interesting)) |
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Post by Kat on Mar 4, 2006 3:53:07 GMT -5
((Others better post before Eon and Calypso fall asleep...))
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Post by Zylaa on Mar 4, 2006 16:32:45 GMT -5
Nrstfagl appeared silently in a puff of dark smoke directly behind Calypso and Eon. If they didn't stop running, they'd run directly into his sleeping gas.
((Couldn't resist a little irony))
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Post by Kat on Mar 4, 2006 21:40:18 GMT -5
((Okay, Eon and Calypso are both running down the stairs. So is the sleeping gas in front of us?))
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Post by Zylaa on Mar 7, 2006 19:15:02 GMT -5
((Yes. Nrstfagl is behind you creating the sleeping gas in front of you.))
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Post by Kat on Mar 8, 2006 7:24:56 GMT -5
((Yes. Nrstfagl is behind you creating the sleeping gas in front of you.)) ((Right.)) As the demi-goddess made her way down the stairs, she suddenly felt a strange sensation seep throughout her entire being. It felt as though an invisible someone was singing a faint lullaby in her ear. "Eon," she advised as her world slowly began to blur. "Don't..." It was too late. Since she wasn't a pure deity, she was still vulnerable to the effects of the sleeping gas, and fell several steps down in a deep slumber. |
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Post by cyrillen on Mar 8, 2006 22:34:56 GMT -5
((Bob needs someone to rescue him))
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Post by Kat on Mar 9, 2006 6:00:43 GMT -5
((Tell that to Calypso, she's fallen asleep. >_> Maybe Eon can, if he can drag a snoozing semi-goddess around...))
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Post by Frozen on Mar 9, 2006 7:02:15 GMT -5
((*returns* Woah, something happened here...))
A surprised Eon just saw Calypso fell down and tumbled down the stairs. He tried pulling the deity to her feet.
"Calypso, what happened?" said a puzzled Eon as he turned around and found himself face to face with an evil guy.
"And who the heck are you?"
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Post by Zylaa on Mar 9, 2006 21:50:27 GMT -5
"I am the Most Evil Lord Nrstfagl! All cower before my might!" Nrstfagl proclaimed.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2006 22:15:06 GMT -5
El'lisarra stopped in mid-twirl and ceased her melodius tune when she heard the knock at the door. Knowing it could only be a guard or demon lord she scurried to the window and gestured to her fowl friends to get outside. "Hurry little ones! It's not safe here right now!" Rushing about the room she gathered all the flowers and hid them in a conveniently placed secret compartment in the stone floor along with other bird brought blooms that never seemed to wilt. Once she was sure the last bird had fluttered out the window she dashes up to her door and opened the small slit near the top and began pleading with the guard on the other side. "I wasn't singing or dancing or making flower chains with any woodland creatures! There's no merryment in here whatsoever! I was just sitting here begin miserable like I was told! Please don't let those demons claw at my face again!" Realizing she was stil wearing the flower crown upon her long pinkish hair she snatched it off her head and held it behind her back. She blushed brightly and started down at her feet Marblanc, checking on El, happened to bump on Leon. ''Move.'' he said as a frightened Leon scampered off. He had control over all the guards, but he barely used it. He opened Ellisarra's door and shut it. He, the lord's right hand stared down at El'lisarra. ''You know you're not supposed to, El.'' he said. Marblanc, although rough and violent had taken a liking to El'lisarra, having been put into a similar situation than hers. He was forced o be the Lord's right hand and had been trying to escape with El'lisarra for months. ((I'm trying to pull off a Cloud and Aeris thing here)) ((Um, no offense Quetzalcoatl, but that is a form of god-modding. It would have been okay if you had just issued the order and allowed me to respond to it, but actually controlling the emotions and actions of my character (fear and scampering off) is godmodding. I know it's really late to say that, but I thought I might as well. And Mindy -- this is the post I promised you. =D)) Leon glared back at Marblanc with a look of sheer disgust. How he loathed Marblanc -- perfect, powerful Marblanc, the one he despised. He could not stand to listen to Marblanc's voice calling out to El'lissara... and he could not stand the most angelic being in existence to respond so normally, as if he really were her own superior, and not the vermin Leon envisioned him to be. Leon strode down the hall, his fingers still wrapped around the hilt of his silver sword. His other hand was entwining with the pendant around his neck, the silver pendant his mother had given to him... "It will summon a miracle when times are darkest," she had said. Leon had never known what she meant. Undoubtedly, though, it would all make sense when it was the right part of the story to use it. ((Hey, Mindy, I was wondering... Do you think I could write up another cliched character? Just to liven things up; it seems like this RP is moving a bit slowly...)) |
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