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Post by Rider on Jan 2, 2007 18:58:42 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]"Some strange, sorry stick of a man who doesn't deal well with hooves and teeth."
Ventratta clambered into the window that seperated the kitchen from the main cafe and made furious motions with his paws.
"On Fangirl Hill Road, beside the apothecary," Rider translated.
Shiva nodded. "I think the place was called 'Blue Fox Furniture.'"[/glow]
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Post by Kat on Jan 3, 2007 7:23:50 GMT -5
Kat felt something crawl up her legs slowly, but no sooner than they reached her knees, she felt a sudden burst of pain that threatened to bring her down to a kneeling position. She yelled as she tried to keep her stand, and clutched a nearby table to balance herself with her still-throbbing hand, and held her staff like a walking stick in another.
The feeling was gone after a while, but her knees continued to wobble like jelly. Lemon jelly, most probably...
"Cursed," was all Kat could say. "I can feel it seeping within the walls as we speak. Unfortunately, I don't know yet what caused it, besides the runes sinking into the ground with the bewitched table, why anyone would curse a table, how to get rid of the curse, or why I got such a bad reaction."
She turned to Rider. "First we try to track the place you got these tables from."
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Post by nocturne on Jan 3, 2007 9:41:11 GMT -5
Nocturne looked up from his work. A girl had entered the cafe, holding a squirming weasel, which suddenly turned into a crimson hat. The girl stared at it for another moment, then looked up at Nocturne. Noc blushed and looked down at the floor again, resuming his mopping.
"Cucco brrr?" Peggy Sue the cucco asked.
"I don't know. She seems like she knows the place," Noc replied in Cuccish.
"Brreeeeee cuc!" Peggy Sue cried.
"I don't even know her name!" Noc said nervously. "How could I ask a stranger out?"
"Cucco caw breep," Peggy Sue said lamely.
Nocturne froze. "You didn't mention anything about a date?" He asked slowly. He looked up and searched for the girl. "She's gone." Nocturne felt a sinking feeling in his chest he couldn't quite place. He figured he just remembered that they were out of soap, as it made the most sense.
"Caw breeeeeeepcuc," Peggy Sue said slyly.
"Do I like her?" Noc said quietly. "I saw her once, briefly. How could that say whether one likes another?"
"Caw breecaw," Peggy Sue said.
"There's no such thing as love at first sight," Noc said dully. "Or...is there?"
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Post by Fraze on Jan 3, 2007 12:09:01 GMT -5
Fraze caught the shockwave more seriously than most, since he was closest to the table. He was thrown backward some distance, the side of his head grazing a tree branch. He landed, his head a few inches away from the concrete walkway of the cafe.
He had been listening to Rider while he experimented. He got up. Nothing hurt too much. He had a cut near his left temple, but nothing that a little soap and hot water wouldn't fix. His knees ached a bit, but that was probably just from the exercise.
He joined up with Kat. "That's it, then. Let's find this furniture salesperson." With that, he went to make himself another smoothie.
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Post by Ebil on Jan 3, 2007 16:29:45 GMT -5
Ebil tapped her foot while she waited for her customer to order - but not impatiently; it was more out of force of habit. Meanwhile, she wondered what to do with the hat. ( Hmm... some one looks distracted today,) purred a voice inside her head. Ebil sighed. That would be the one and only RVP (random voice person), a collective conscience made out of all her many characters' respective personalities... plus her muse. She had had an evil muse which once tried to take over her body, so she'd gotten rid of him... or tried to anyway. He just found his way into the muddle that was the RVP and promptly turned the thing upside down... what was once a gently murmuring muddle of incoherent thoughts which couldn't agree long enough to actually bother her had now appointed itself her conscience, matchmaker, dietician and therapist all rolled into one loud, annoying, coordinated-by-evil package. ((OoC: there you have it... the real story behind my RVP  )) Ebil could only communicate with the random voice by actual verbal speech, and naturally couldn't do so in the middle of a cafe, so she just hoped it would go away. ( Say, do you get the feeling we're... being watched?) said the voice. It actually sounded uneasy, which was pretty unusual. Ebol shrugged. She didn't really care one way or another if someone was watching her. The fabric of the hat was starting to feel itchy against her skin, and she was wondering what she'd do with it - she couldn't very well give it to Zylaa and insist it had formerly been a weasel. |
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Post by Strife on Jan 4, 2007 16:31:02 GMT -5
She turned to Rider. "First we try to track the place you got these tables from." "We'll help too." said Strife as he walked towards Kat and Rider. Plushie followed closely behind him. "The cursed table seems to be immune to the effects of temporal anomalies, and in that case, it may provide a solution that will free me from this time loop." Kat squinted her eyes at Strife, puzzled. "Oh, yeah, I haven't told you about my problem yet... Well, i'll explain it to you later, after we... uhm..." "Track where the table came from." finished Kat. "Ah yes! Jeepers... I'm feeling a little blonde today." "I used to be a blonde you know..." Plushie gave Strife a dagger glare. "Oh! Ehh, sorry..." Strife recoiled a bit. |
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Post by bag on Jan 4, 2007 16:55:36 GMT -5
Bag then got all emo and wished somebody would talk to him. But that would not be what a good roleplayer would do. So he just stood tall and made some emo ice cream.
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Post by Rider on Jan 4, 2007 19:55:52 GMT -5
Bag then got all emo and wished somebody would talk to him. But that would not be what a good roleplayer would do. So he just stood tall and made some emo ice cream. [glow=red,2,300]Rider swiped Bag's ice cream and, in several violent ways, let him know that if he wants a piece of the action, he sometimes has to barge in rudely, like Rider did when Strife was hitting on Plushie. Then, she, kat, Strife, Plush, and whoever else is tagging along actually got this RP out of the cafe and onto Fangirl Hill Road. It was one of the nicer sections of town, i.e. far from Rider's house. (Rider tended to have the same effect on property values as an infestation of undead muskrats.) The salon on the left actually tended to employ women who weren't bubble-gum addicts. The pet shop on the right sold actual pets, not whatever they happened to find scrounging around in the dumpster. The Blue Fox Furniture Shop was, ironically, painted orange. A rather cartoonish blue fox was dancing and banging on a drum on a strap aropund his neck in what the artist must have assumed was a charming manner. Rider had seen things in the bilges that were much more charming that that. The streetlights were just turning on. Rider opened the door. The cowbell tied to the door rang to announce her arrival. No one was here. [/glow] |
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Post by Fraze on Jan 4, 2007 22:49:50 GMT -5
Fraze decided it might be best to bring along the Table. He slung it over his shoulder and set off with the rest of the posse, making sure to drag Bag along.
When they arrived, something struck Fraze about the design of the Blue Fox Furniture Shop.
"Blue and orange. Hmm, Broncos colors."
Fraze saw several others look at him. "What? I could hardly care less about sports, but they're my state's team."
Fraze peered through the window of the shop. The lights were out, but it looked like someone had been there recently. The place was clean and showed signs of recent activity.
"What could have caused these people to leave so soon?" he asked.
Immediately, a sign on the door answered his question.
Hours:
9 am-5 pm Mon-Fri
10 am-3 pm Sat
Closed Sun
"It's, what? 6 pm right now?" Fraze asked the group. "We'll have to wait until tomorrow. Or..." His eyes lit up mischeviously. He patted the Table. "We could do some exploring on our own."
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Post by Kat on Jan 5, 2007 6:27:46 GMT -5
Kat followed the group as they set out to find the Blue Fox Furniture shop. She cursed inwardly and resisted the urge to blast the sign.
"Early to bed, early to rise, doesn't always make the customers satisfied and nice," she muttered. Looking at her comrades, she added, "Oh, don't worry, I wasn't hexing the owners. I'm just a little ticked off."
She followed the glint in Fraze's eyes, and gripped her staff. "I can make a door too, if you want," she said. "And repair it behind us, of course. But I can't be seen. None of us can, or else we'll create a thousand and one conspiracies and get ourselves into deeper water. And no thanks, I'm not a watermage."
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Post by Strife on Jan 5, 2007 12:43:23 GMT -5
Strife and Plushie followed the group to the Blue Fox Furniture shop. Along the way, the two of them exchanged random bickerings about their jobs on the space station, mentioning scientific terms that made the rest of the group almost cover their ears in annoyance. Strife mentioned something about repairing the Divide by Zero error in computers, and something else about tuna fish, but other than that it seemed like random bloid talk.
When they arrived at the furniture shop, Strife took a moment to glance at the shop's colors.
"Blue and orange eh? Ooh, those are complimentary colors! You know, opposites, like black and white..."
"And that's supposed to help us, how?" said Plushie, crossing her arms.
"It's just an observation, of course." said Strife, shrugging.
"I once experimented with earth magic, but i'm not very good at it." replied Strife. "But I digress. How will you go about making this 'door'? Where will it lead us?"
"As long as it'll help us track down the origin of the table, I don't care." replied Plushie. "I just wanna get this whole thing over with."
"Me too. And we don't have much time. At around midnight, i'll warp back to the start of this day, and the whole thing starts all over again..."
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Post by Kat on Jan 6, 2007 8:45:18 GMT -5
Kat took a deep breath, and raised her staff. It glowed with a steady purple light before a huge bolt of magic shot out from one end and onto the locked door. The door had become one wall of amethyst flames shining faintly. From a distance, it only looked like a cluster of shadows playing about.
"Just walk through the fire and you'll be in the shop in no time," she said, blowing the wisps of smoke from her staff. "Then once the last person - or whatever - gets in, the door will return to normal. I tried to make sure it wasn't too bright, not only because someone might see us, but also because I might end up making the fire too hot for anyone to pass through. I'll go first."
And with that, she stepped inside with no further hesitation. The flames licked at her body, but they felt more like a warm breeze than anything else.
She was standing inside the furniture shop, but it was a tad too hard to see anything, as it was getting dark, and the lights were out.
Kat created a tiny ball of fire in one hand to light up a bit of the place, but not enough to arouse suspicion. She could see that the shop was indeed well-stocked, but many of the furniture was quite...ancient. Sure, they could be antique, but ancient described them more accurately.
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Post by bag on Jan 6, 2007 9:37:33 GMT -5
Then Bag quietly left because he's not that great of a roleplayer and doesn't feel like reading what's going on. D:
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Post by Omni on Jan 6, 2007 12:36:21 GMT -5
As much as she wanted to follow Kat and the gang, Omni was too tied up with weasel chasing to follow. Several weasels continued to hop onto and off of her back, some of them pulling on her fur and feathers. Tired and weasel-laden, she walked up to Zylaa.
"By any chance do you have some sort of sedative for these guys?"
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Post by Fraze on Jan 6, 2007 13:51:45 GMT -5
Fraze followed Kat in through the fire. The top of his head scraped the top of the fire, mussing up his hair slightly. Not that anyone would notice his hair being more mussed than it usually was.
"Sheesh, someone call Antiques Roadshow," Fraze remarked, looking around the shop. "The Keno brothers will want to see this place." Quickly realizing no one got his reference, Fraze tried to hide his embarassment by examining the shop.
Most of the tables here were tables, not Tables. They had no use other than as furniture. However, Fraze's trained eye did spot a few utility Tables. Tables of Smiting, Tables of Shielding, one Table of Hiding, and several Tables that were so old, he didn't know what their uses might be. For all he knew, one of them might be a Table of Butter Churning or something of the like.
There was one he was particularly scared of. It looked similar to a Table of Smiting, but had a long, thin steel thorn on each corner. It almost seemed to absorb what little light was in the room. It looked like something he had seen in a book once, when he was studying the Art of the Table. Dark magic, deep magic...
All Tables had some form of magic. Mostly, magic that made them weigh less than they would otherwise. But this...
Fraze thought he was just being paranoid, but nonetheless, called Kat over to see this Table.
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