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 Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:30 pm
A small old home, long buried underneath the sand. It's former occupant is unknown.
This was once the mobile Library of Saint Ninian, although all but the most ancient beings have forgotten.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:41 pm
"Ah," Fatal said, looking around to see the place he had just located. After stepping in (there were three doors separated by two entryways, so sand wouldn't just collapse in), he observed his surroundings carefully. The first room (the floors, the ceiling, the walls were all very obviously metal. The wall were rounded, as if the device was a giant metal sphere or cylinder.) contained a large carpet on the floor, a few floor-to-ceiling shelves of varying decrepit books, and a door in every one of four directions. Each door, besides the exit/entrance, was just a hollow doorway.
One door led to a bed room of sorts. It was extravagantly furnished with quality furniture and bedding, but everything was old and decaying. Usable, since it was all clean, but old nonetheless. There was nothing of interest in this room, to Fatal, though others might find the ornate and expensive-looking furniture, mirrors, four-poster bed, and various paintings adequately 'interesting.'
The door opposite it led into an empty room. In the middle of the floor was a circle of metal that apparently was significant, like a door downward or something, but was closed for the time being.
The last of the four doors, the one across from the entrance, led to a hallway along which there were many doors. At the very end, another similar door led into a two-person room that was entirely glass with a metal skeleton reinforcing it. All that could be seen from the glass was the sand beyond. A sort of control mechanism--a console for controlling something, with many buttons, levers, and switches--lay in this room, with two chairs, and Fatal could guess what it was.
Back in the only hallway, Fatal picked a room at random and walked in.
((I do have to go. Tomorrow is Friday, YES! See you all then.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:46 pm
(lol, and see ya, and might as well enter)
Travis appeared in the Grotto and looked around.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:50 pm
((Mmm nothing about how he found the place underground, huh? Later.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:02 pm
(he doesnt even know where he is, he just thought 'take me to him' and *poof* teleported)
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 3:21 pm
This is very interesting, Fatal thought, walking out of the room, crossing the hall, and entering another side room. Very curious indeed, this Architect's Moon. So, if the notes he'd found in the geographical texts were correct, then the room just off the entrance, with the circular, closed hole in the bottom... it must lead to... Fatal was overcome by a case of the jitters for a moment. So promising, this wonderful, ancient place. If he could only restore it to its former glory.... Power beyond imagination. Not just pure power, but the power of surprise, the power of being unknown. Why, if Fatal could get this place up and running again, he could go anywhere he wished. Anywhere at all. It--the possibilities--were limitless.
Fatal did not notice his uninvited visitor in the entryway.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 3:24 pm
Travis saw Fatal and started walking to him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 4:05 pm
Fatal backed out of the room he had just entered, into the hall once more, fending off a floating rock with a broomstick. "Back. Back!" He commanded, unsuccessfully attempting to keep the lone rock from pelting him again and again on various areas of his body. "OW! My head!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 4:18 pm
Travis pulled out his pistol and shot the rock.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 4:26 pm
The rock shattered. Fatal, perplexed, turned to see Travis and gave said angelic-creature a dry, withering glance. "You." he stated, then added, dryly, "Great."
It went without saying that Fatal would want to know something: What do you want? It was also obvious that Fatal was ready to break out more magic to defend himself, should Travis feature hostility. Really, shooting in Fatal's direction wasn't the best way to make a good second impression.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 4:34 pm
"I just want to talk." Travis said as he put the handgun away.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 4:40 pm
"Then I'd feel safer if you left the weaponry at the door," Fatal replied, disinterested, as he returned his gaze to the room he had just backed out of. He walked inside, but even so, Travis and he would be able to hear each other talk. The walls echoed very loudly. This room featured rows upon rows of sealed vials containing various substances and samples of organisms. All were dead. It was a myriad of color and a macabre rainbow of... stuff.
((Bbl.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 4:45 pm
(okay)
Travis sighed and left his shotgun and pistol outside the door, then walked in after Fatal, "I only want peace in this world... at least talk to Kranza and hear his offer..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 6:45 pm
Still not giving Travis any attention, Fatal poked around a particular shelf, only to move on without a second glance. "Peace. An eerily unattainable result. How does Kranza wish to give the world 'peace'?" Fatal asked, his attention still commanded by the various vials.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 6:52 pm
"By any means necesarry, but preferably peacefully." Travis said.
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