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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 6:42 pm
"Vixen, I'm gonna try something... it may not work, but its worth a shot..." He grabbed her arm with one hand, and the other he wrapped around a spot on the chair where he could grip both Emerald's arm and the armrest, so that he had Emerald and the chair in his grip. With Vixen's arm still in his hand, he pulled on his left ear, and thought to himself 'Solace'...
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 6:43 pm
((you said i was being moved to here, but where should i start?))
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:30 pm
((Team 1))
But the trick only made Emerald's body, and not the chair she was in, disappear. They needed to move, and move now. With Ellisent just around either corner, they needed to book it or die.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:31 pm
She shrugged slightly and began to explain.
"Well...see it's like this. My arm isn't gone, I can still feel it there, and I can use it as weird as it sounds. The glove fits around my hand like it was there and I can use it to do things like I would if it were still there." She listened to it over in her mind and decided that it sounded stupid. "However much it sounds dumb and retarded, that's how it is..." She looked at Brian oddly when he spoke with the gloves in his mouth.
"Okay, what the hell did you just say?" She asked with a giggle, raising an eyebrow. "I can understand scooby-doo, but that was just plain gibberish." She reached up and grabbed ahold of a bar, pulling herself up somemore. Going down was much easier than going up, she decided. Yes, much easier.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:32 pm
((Ezriel))
Ugh...woozy...
You wake up, in a dimly lit room, restrained in some kind of seated position...you don't remember a thing after you got knocked out...but in light of your massive headache, you're glad it's all water under the ******** cops...
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:38 pm
Good enough. A chair could be seen as having been propelled out of the room form the explosion, if the rolling was gentle enough. ********, which way Ellisent coming? No time to think, time to act. To the elevator. To the left was 912, to the right was 909..... Hoping he wasn't going to die, Skip made for the elevator by going to the left.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:41 pm
((Sasha))
From your most basic geography classes, you had learned a few things:
Basically, you were on the East Coast of what is still known as North America...basically where the old Georgia used to be, back when the world was in order. You know that the town of Reina lies south across a large, recently-created oasis, and the next real town in your area is Magus, a community of old geezers that piss and moan about ancient rituals and societies...sounds lovely, eh? You also know that New York, the only remaining city outside of the Rozen Empire, lies even farther north, in its original position in where New York State once lay...
But you also know you're not supposed to go north. There are pitfalls and monsters out there, things that will eat your bones and drink your fear. They teach you that almost everywhere. Directly north is the Ungrateful Forest, the most dangerous place in possibly all of North America. No one ever goes through and comes back to tell the tale. In fact, as you pass towards the deerted north gate of Oasis town, not even stopping at home, every eye is on you. You hear surprised murmurs shift through the crowds as you fight your way through the town streets. Once you approach the gate, with only fire in your belly and the words of an angel, you're greeted by a lonely, underpaid guard, dressed in leather armor, asleep against the stone wall. Hearing your footsteps, he jumps awake, wiping drool from his mouth.
As if speaking to the Emperor himself, he greets you with an obviously customary phrase.
"*Yawn...* G-Good morn to you, madam! Are you travelling north? If so, state your name and business, so that we may know who to search-I mean, uh...write to in the future?"
He hadn't shaven in some time, it seemed. Could he even be considered a guard? Some fine work he was doing...
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:42 pm
((Team ******** you]
No sign of Ellisent. Rolling the chair down the hall, you pass rooms 914, 916, 918, a bathroom, and 920, the final door before the elevator shaft. This is it! Everyone here? Time to break outta this joint!
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:47 pm
Victory! Skip made sure he had a firm grip on the two of them, and boarded the elevator. As the doors slid shut, he slid out of Invisa form, took a big sigh of relief, then turned to Vixen. "So, what floor?"
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folchinator rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:47 pm
((Brian))
Pull. PULL. AHHH, ********. ********. Snap! POP!
Jesus, that hurt...but did it even fit everything tgether? Spitting his gloves out, he prepared to try moving his arm. But first, he caught his breath and listened to Kali. ******** arm...
He turned her words over in his mind, as if sampling a fine wine, or grooming himself in the mirror.
"Huh...so that's your skill, eh? Sayyyy...can, uh, can you like, fit your "arm" through walls and s**t? You know...like, ghosts? Because I may just have a job for you that could make life a whoooole lot easier for everyone."
He exhaled loudly, as if preparing for huge amounts of physical activity. Okay...time to see if training paid off...
<>
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:51 pm
"Yeah, that's actually how I got through the cave in the first place. I meant to smack the wall, but my arm went through and I found a switch... Why?" She looked at him questioningly. "What is it that I have to do?"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:53 pm
((Ellisent))
Time to kill. Oh, how he would enjoy feasting on their br-
What? WHAT THE ******** let out an earth-shattering scream upon reaching the site of destruction, Emerald ripped from his veritable grasp.
RRRRRRAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Vixen would pay. Skip would pay. ******** little Eva would pay. EVERYONE would pay. Gripping his magnum so tightly it bent just millimeters askew, he took out the weapon and planted it firmly in his mouth, tasting the bitter acid of death and bite of cold steel against his cheek and serpentine tongue. Slamming to his knees, he looked up at the ceiling...at mother...she would be proud of him for knowing right and wrong, at least...but he was still wrong here, nonetheless. He had let the little ******** have their day in the sun. Well, no more. They would pay with their blood.
And so would he.
BANG.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:59 pm
[Edited a team 1 Post.]
((Brian))
s**t. It worked...but it hurt like a b***h. Wrenching his arm in short, repeating arm circles, he indicated the elevator doors across from them, with his good hand.
"There. We don't know if this elevator shaft is still functioning, but it's worth a shot. Judging by how far I...sssst...oww...uh, judging by how f-far I fell, I'd say that'd be the third floor. If what you say is true...do you think you could, well, reach through and push the button? If the elevator moves to this floor, then I've got much, much bigger plans for you. Just stick to this first task. Then we'll see what's up."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 8:27 pm
Ezriel's head was spinning...and his thoughts more sporratic than usual. He looked around to get a good picture of his surroundings...
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 8:33 pm
((Ezriel))
Looking up, he could tell that it was only lit by a single hanging lightsphere, which shone far too dimly for him to tell much about the room, except for the fact that it was solid concrete, there was a door in front of him, and that his metal chair was bolted to the floor.
Also, he was in his old hospital garb again...hands twisted behind his ******** cops.
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