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 Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:01 am
Alice, wasting no time, ran towards the hut. Looking around, she found no door of entry, sans the large hole, but that didn't seem to be the brightest idea, not knowing what kind of wares they had ready. "How in the hel-" She looked to the top of the hut. "....Just like father christmas...." She lost hold of the weapon, now handing on her. She backed up, then gave herself a running start, she leaped at the roofing, both her hands clenching on impact. Her right arm made a gear grinding sound as she brought herself to the roof. Then looked down to the chimney. Almost like a nostalgic feeling came back into her head as she started to slide down it, her right arm and the large firearm, slowing her fall. She emerged out of it. Looking around, she saw a both of the women from before, and more importantly, Moe. The large artillery gun came back into her hands. "Moe! Get down!" She said, pulling the trigger as she aimed at both of the women.
Rufus began to think of just what in the hell was going on with the man on board. He took a drag off of the pipe.
Caleb full came on board, looking to the man as well. Then, looked around. "Where is Alice?"
Searil turned around, seeing the angelic being on board. He tensed. Something seemed all too familiar to him now.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 9:09 pm
Moe ducked, and Polly and Sherry dashed to the sides closest to them.
"Sherry!", Polly shouted.
"I'm on it, Chief!"
Polly took out what seemed to be a flamethrowwer attached to a large barrel, sitting on the barrel.
Sherry took the steering device in her hand.
"3... 2..."
[[Im giving Alice a chance to intervene here]]
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 8:18 am
Alice's left hand went to the long arm on her back, whipping the scattergun out. "Take it!" She said as she threw it to Moe. Her right brought the cannon back up, seeing the barrel. Hot lead pounded out, aimed at the barrel and device the woman was trying to take.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 8:39 pm
((I am going to be out of town 18-22, which means, I will be unable to post.))
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 10:12 am
Alice's bullets sprung a hole in the barrel of hot caramel-cement, which made some of it get on Polly'ss leg.
"OWWW!"
Moe grabbed the gun in mid-air and proceeded to shoot at the barrel as well.
Sherry dodged the bullets, and, her hands on the 'island's' navigational wheel, she sharply turned it. She and Polly grabbed onto one of the metal, supportive balance beams as the ship began to sharply incline.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 7:46 am
Alice fell backwards, sliding on the odd grasslike floor. Looking behind her, she saw the enviable edge of the land and the long fall after. She freed her hands from the grip of the weapon, digging them both into the ground, the earth being too soft, she began to lose her position as she was slowly dragged down by gravity.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 7:59 pm
Moe hurriedly climbed across the ground, and, opening up her suitcase, took out some tools of thick metal, and dug one of them deeply into the ground next to Alice.
"Grab it!"
Sherry, angry, began to make the house spin as well.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 8:41 am
"I will ask ya again, who the ******** are ya?" Rufus questioned again, his voice laced with smoke. He closed in on the man, his shoes clicked on the wooden flooring.
Searil looked to whatever landed on the ship attentively. Something seemed all too familiar, the position, the cryptic words said only moments before, the situation, and more importantly, the other person Rufus was stepping towards.
You bloody fool!
Searil realized the direness of the situation. His right aged hand entered the long gray coat.
Rufus looked down at the man. "Answer my question."
"Rufus! Get back!" Searil's hand left the coat, pulling out the flint lock. He pulled back on the hammer as slapdashly took aim, and pulled the trigger, sending out the lead ball at the angel.
Alice leaped to the metal item. And then was instantly thrown into a head spin as the island began to spin like a tempest. Her squinting eyes looked to the hut. She began to do small, almost like pull-ups, on the tool. Then, forced herself up as the entire island began to dip down on the other side. She began to rocket towards it, pulling back her right fist.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 1:57 am
“One hundred an-and four...” Zerath continued while the locals started getting agitated again, seemed thay were not as stupid as he hoped, and then one of them spoke, and a senile old foo- ‘… oh crap…’ Zerath thought and then noticed a boom-stick being aimed at his head… “Yo-!“ Zerath spat in a gasp as he noticed who was pointing the pain stick… why did Humans have to invent something so blasted painful!? Zerath Body limply feel backwards and he had the ‘privilege’ to watch it fall over as his soul slipped out of it, again. In place of the frantic little angel, counting his grayed feathers was a dimly seen, and rather ticked off shadow with bright, pruple eyes that glared at Searil.
The faintly visible phantom rolled its orb like eyes while it was still squatting were its body sat bleeding. It then slowly eased onto its legs and motioned to dust itself off, looked over to the body, that was still kiting itself back together, crossed what seemed its arms, looked at Searil with content and started soundlessly taping its foot ‘Hurry up! I need to chew them out, Literal AND Figuratively!’ he thought as a vile mist started to erupt from the increasingly large pool of blood. ‘Well, at least they got a new porthole for the effort!’ he chimed into himself with satisfaction. The taping of its foot increased in regularity, and it finally rolled its eyes again before taking two steps towards Rufus, then Zerath’s body started Twitching ‘A minute and a half!? Why do old geezers always… right, I probably killed half of his family a few decades ago or something. I need new material…’ he thought wile backing up with the presence of a smile emanating from the head of his immaterial form.
Still half dead, his body was held up by unseen hands as if it was a limp puppet on stings, the bright red hole in his head nigh fully closed; feet still dragging, Zerath’s most recent out of body experience came to a close, however, he was still blooded and his eyes were looking in different directions; they were not even crossed! He blinked twice, letting Searil come into focus, and repositioned his feet so that he was not standing on their sides in a gravity defying manner “That hurt! Who do you think you are you little snot nosed acolyte!?!” he pouted, as if Searil had only stepped onto his foot by accident. “Also, if you have seen an act before, and you don’t like it, you can just ask them to stop! Although, I have been known to kill the odd bard!” he continued, commenting the latter as a low chuckle to himself. The weathered coot gave Zerath a painful premonition; it was unsettling, but alas, he now had to deal with the moron that wanted to know his name, and he was feeling most generous on the matter. He turned to Rufus as he did a quick modification, the feather’s on his wings faded jet black in an instant, his skin darkened until a dark gray, his pupils shifted from gleaming blue to shining crimson, his hair turned dark as coal, four horns erupted from the back of his head before bending low and forwards while a second per of wing left his back and came into view “Who Am I?” Zerath inquired in a chiming, self serving tone.
“I am bringer of darkest prophecy! I am Warrior’s Bane, I am speaker of tainted truth! I am he who was born to skies weeping with murderous thunder! I am he who can not be slain through works of men nor the blessings of the almighty! I am Zerath.” He monologue yet again as his wings raised into the air to give his small frame a force of presence. Formulating the next part of his plan, Zerath gaze slithered over to the deepening blood stain that had ruined part of the flooring, and then Back to Rufus “And ,I’m the new hole in your deck!” he thought aloud gloatingly and smugly with out all the foreboding posturing he was implying just seconds before “Now…” resumed, “Tell me why I should not rip off your heads and pull out your spin to play it like a lot?” he questioned them while giving simself the anser ‘because the moment I start to attack, you or another trigger happy acquaintance will shoot me again!’ Zerath smugly tilted his head to one side “Well?” he again started “one~, Twoo~” he again began counting to an undisclosed number ‘Now, turn around so I can gut you as you runway… ooh… craping angels that old Bas-‘ he thought before being interrupted, again.
OoC: Not my best work but over due is over due and uninspired is uninspired.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:39 am
Rufus eyes went blank, his mouth opening slightly as the pipe began to hang as smoke poured out of his mouth. The shot was clean, pretty damn clean at that. But, it didn't seem to be able to do a damn thing. "Wha' tha 'ell did ya do?!" His eyes looked to Searil. He knew they were in pretty deep s**t now, right into the cesspool.
Searil looked at the flint lock, then his blue eyes came back to this....Zerath. The name was not memorable, but the demon, whatever it was, had a aura of...familiarity to him. He wouldn't have time to reload, flint locks take a least a good minute to properly load. He cursed underneath his breath for not having his staff with him at the moment. He needed time, a necessity, he was out of. Rufus wasn't helping the situation either.
Caleb place the chain of potential gunfire onto the ground softly. His arms hung low, his right made a quick twitch down. A cold metallic scalpel falling into his pale white hand.
He had to be exact. Too much to the right would either give Rufus a new scar or more importantly, a piercing through the neck. Too much to the left would most likely end with a hostage situation. The right sleeve of the stark white cotton coat jolted up, and as soon as it rose, came forward, the bladed device leaving his hands and flew towards the foe.
Cornelius felt like the man in the middle, having to deal with too very separate ordeals. He kept the Freeglory circling the other, trying to watch both events to try to possibly intervene if absolutely necessary.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 8:33 pm
((I seriously tried to follow what happened over the last few pages, but I got really confused. So, I guess I'll just jump in when you guys get to Alden... Unless you're already there, in which case, sorry, I must've missed that.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 1:39 am
Zerath, again proceeded to get struck in the head ‘ssssss~… …The cleric!?’ he thought as his body, again fell limp with a thud, luckily simple blades never did seem to keep him down long, it would take ten seconds to revive this time, maybe. Again reduced to a darkened soul with purple glowing orbs for eyes, Zerath leaned out to one side, spotted the ‘little’ punk that just zinged a tiny knife right above his left eye and gave said little punk a drawn out, annoyed look before flipping him off ‘a** hole…’ Zerath crudely thought as his body was, again, lifted off the ground and took its old place, his soul simply phasing back into it, again. Knife still in pace, Zerath again leaned over to one side and looked over to Caleb “Do you mind!?” Zerath Gasped at Caleb in protest. “Did I, or did I not, just say “I am he who cannot be slain through works of men nor the blessings of the almighty?” well?” Zerath comented to Caleb. “And” he continued in a chirping tone “By the by, when I said “Warrior’s Bane” I should have said “he who devours blades” want to see what will happen if I bleed on you?” he chimed as the steaming scalped handle fell from his forehead, minuses the blade and an inch.
‘Now, will this one flee if I attack him… or exercise the human right to stupidity at the expense of another hole in my head? … why dus my head have to be right at flame iron level? An—d?’ Zerath though before speaking allowed “why didn’t one of you mortals tell me I was still wearing this!?” he spat in annorance as he noticed that he was still wearing white and light blue robes, they really clashed with his appearance of ‘condensed’ evil “Den’Grin.” He ordered in a deep commanding tone uncharacteristic of his stature. In reply, his robes bellowed and warped about to change, becoming thicker and darker, the light blue was tainted with crimson and the purity of the white cloth was inverted to the depths of night. The resulting cloth was heavy and the robs were an unflinching void of darkness embroidered in purple “That’s better.” Zerath Spoke to none in particular and then again looked about in time to think ‘What that in-‘ and gasp “Ag-!”
OoC: Ya knew, you could just keep on shooting him every time he started to move again ;>_>
And an in general Role-playing tip: Just because something has all ready been written (like one of Zerath’s lil big rants, dus not mean everything else is passed, if a stupid a** is yapping on and on, take the moments given and do something to blind side them razz
For example, while Zerath fell over the first time Searil could have ran past him and came back with something, or loaded his flintlock again and then do something to Zerath after his monolog/actions were finished.
But, by standard Role-playing edict, he could not then go and interrupt Zerath’s rant mid strid (unless, of corse, the post was built in a manner that it allowed it, either in the manner I’ve been leaving the endings of my posts, being Zerath being interrupted by some unsaid means, or though infinitive writhing “Zerath would have ranted on and on” “Zerath planed to yell endlessly at Searil” Etc. Also, you should always feel free to fill in blanks, for example, even when Zerath is glaring at Searil or Caleb, nothing is acualy holding them still, they are still able to move without reservation. Not sure about how Rufus feels though, I don’t know if he is one foot in front of Zerth or ten. And while I could go into more length, that should be done over PMs so I’ll halt for now :3
And Afand, what has happened, in short so that one of Rita’s characters (Moe) got captured by two of her other characters (Polly and Sherry) and fled to the chicken legged airship inland thingy (no clue why it has drumsticks though ^^; ) Jay’s character’s and Co got into an air ship of their own and fallowed before starting a ship to ship battle. And Zerath being shortsighted and ignorant as he is, landed on the FreeGlory (Rufus’s [Jay’s] ship, the one most everyone is now on) and made a farce of a scene, and got killed one with a gun, and now again with a medical knife; don’t worry, he got better! ^^;
Also, I see that you don’t have a character in the character sheets area, and on that note, Rita, a good bit of Zerath’s Bio is not sized the same as the top half ^^;
(Yesh, both I and Zerath Monolog, Alot! razz )
~Forest_Herder
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 11:37 am
Caleb's body stiffened, his left hand motioned down, a fat round, about 3 inches long, clear glass bottle fell into his hand, a sapphire liquid glittered by the beams of light that refracted upon it. His right motioned down, a pair of shears with six inch blades came into his fingers.
At least something was given to him now. Searil pulled out the prepackaged charge of black powder and the lead ball in a paper cylindrical casing. He ripped off the top and poured the charge back into the barrel. His right thumb pulled back on the hammer. "Defigo aestus displosio!" Searil's left hand glided over the firearm, a multitude of warm colored lights came from his hand and entered the pistol, causing the sharp dialect of characters to appear on the weapon. His left hand held onto his right as he aimed the gun with a rising temperature.
Rufus's right eye glanced at Searil preparing the shot. s**t. He pushed off the ground on his heels, propelling himself back. He gave each of the large handcannons a potshot at the now black garbed creature. His flight was short, landing onto the deck and sliding a good 5 feet before coming to a halt.
Searil pulled the trigger again, the pistol gave a wicked cry comparable to a phoenix being murdered. A fiery bolt of lead sped out of the gun, the fire fueled by mana left a small trail of smoke in the sky.
Caleb opened the shears, a click exited the odd device that held the blades together, like winding of a toy. His arm excelled forward and the shears left his hand as they sailed towards the shadowy left wing of the man.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 3:59 pm
[[Wait, so is she climbing up the side of the ship-island?]]
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 6:18 pm
((Well, since the ship is spinning, I thought it would be possible to basically jump down as it turns vertical and get into the hut.))
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