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 Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 3:51 pm
"Oh dear," Moe said, "I shouldn't have asked for a handshake while you were picking up the glass, I do apologize."
She took out a handkerchief.
"Here..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 9:05 pm
Derek peeked around the corner, just as another bullet whizzed by. he pulled his head back to safety, breathing deeply.
Okay, you can do this, you shot him before, he thought to himself. Taking a deep breath, he turned and fired until his gun was empty, which was only four rounds later. Unfortunately, none of the shots hit their mark, and Derek was now holding an empty gun with no rounds anywhere on him.
"A little help, please!" He called to the other men. Hopefully the could hear him over the sounds of their own gun battles. Maybe they wouldn't care. After all, he'd only met them about five minutes ago, and he had been pointing a gun a them. Honestly, he couldn't blame them if they left him to die.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 9:16 pm
Zerath was surprised, he was throwing strategies and tactics of escape out faster than he could dream them up, and the wizard was had rushed to open his cage’s door readily for a last ditch gambit; it would have been an amusing time to monologue till the wizard’s ears fell off, but he was still short on time.
Wandering forwards in a bending line Zerath succeeded in rubbing against the left side of the cage’s door frame; he was walking towards it from the right and stumbled far to the left and into the door’s frame, with the grace of a feather being forced about at the whims of a tornado. ‘Continue being stupid or I’ll bleed all over your loafers!’ Zerath thought while flexing his back, which resulted in a multitude of crackling pops; they might not have made any chiropractor prude, but Zerath did have the satisfaction of having a properly aliened spine again. Few things disjoined a spine like ill properly mutating the entire the skeletal structure when the lower half was only just reattached from being burnt down to the marrow while in great hast.
Taking a barrowed moment to reorder his stance Zerath again glanced about, and he finally took notice of the woman and more to the point, her right arm. It glistened as if metal plate. This was baffling as, when he gave her a once over, she did not seem at all encumbered by it and the plating went under her garb, not over it. It further perplexed him by how form fitting it was; it was nigh the same size as the unarmored hand, her left hand, and was a close mach…. And he could see inner workings though the seams? This brought up questions he would have liked to ask, nut nay, he needed to move before his ruse was found out.
Right before Zerath resumed his march on steadied legs he could faintly find the sound of… the metal cylinders that spat hot iron, firing off in the distance, but he could not how far they were given his limited knowledge of the before mentioned gizmos and the muffling effects of being in the aerial ship. He needed to reform his position without missing a beat, aggravating or more importantly, making the wizard question him. ‘…I could call them my… if they see me they might shoot me… Oooh I could pretend I hired, who ever that is as a… it could be obviously unrelated to these fools and shatter my illusion in an instant’ Zerath thought in a frenzy before nigh arbitrary settling on his next comment.
Turning his head towards the commotionus sound he spoke in a chuckling laugh “Tell me, mortals, Am I late, are they early or, rather, are the gears of destiny running fast today?” with a smudge giggle seeping though and, while grinning outwardly, he began shouting at himself ‘Stupid stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!!! What was I th- … ah crap, I’m wizard chow… he better continue being ignorant! … Pity please?’ he thought while turning his attention back to the, from his prospective, stories tall wizard and started marching towards the door, with waning confidence. ‘…The door is still closed…’ he continued to himself with the grieving suspicion the mortal was going to exercise his right to stupidity and use the stinging boom stick thing on him, again.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 4:45 pm
Something caught in Rufus' ears. It had to be that boy, though it was severely muffled from the fire fight. He turned, crouching back down to the man and began to rummage though his beaten trench.
It was his lucky day, he found several of the same spitfire clips.
Bang.
Rufus noticed how something felt missing from his head. This woke him up from his borrowing. He stood back up, seeing the drow and aiming the gun, his left hand trying to hold onto the 3 metal boxes of ammo. The gun rang out, his arm better absorbing the recoil. The shots dotted around the drow's right shoulder, causing him to press down onto it and take the fire off of him. Rufus looked quickly to see that his untouched top hat now had a blemish of the hole the lead slug left. He saw the other man and drow fire back at him. He began to run across the pillars, towards where he thought he heard the boy. He saw the top of the boy's brown head of hair "'ey!" Rufus fell, sliding on his duster to the boy. "What ya need?"
Cornelius looked to the uninjured drow. He pulled the trigger. Buckshot pinned the man in the side of the chest, he fell to the ground, reviling from pain. He pressed the release, the barrels swung down and the shells ejected. He ferociously pumped in two more. Seeing the one on the ground reload, his leg ripped apart, actually, both. Cornelius aimed simply at the man and pulled both triggers, the blast pushed the man back, his head smacking against the ground quite pathetically.
Searil swung the metal door open the responded with a terrible creak. He began to bend down, his hands extended, trying to catch the animal. The sudden bend hurt the wizard's back, he was getting too old to deal with such trouble. But this was different from anything else. He continued the assault to the cat. Hoping the his hands would clamp down on it.
Alice continued to stay on her guard at the door. Seeing Searil's sudden dart towards the animal, she could only hope that he could catch whatever the hell it really was.
Caleb took the small cloth, using it to dab the growing beads on his fingertips. "It is not your faulty for it." He keeled back down, beginning to pick the small pieces of glass off of the wooden floor.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 4:49 pm
Moe looked around.
"Where do you keep the bandages? I know you're a doctor, but you musn't be reckless..."
She looked around while she said this, in case of him not answering.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 1:20 am
Regardless of who or what you are, being engulfed in the shadow of another being, that goes beyond dwarfing you, is never a good feeling, neither is having your sides groped while wrinkled hands yank you upwards . This was Zerath’s mindset while doing what he could to avoid being removed from the ground when he was so unwilling grabbed. “Let me Go!” he yelped in panic while desperately sinking his claws into the flooring “Why is everyone always trying to smite me!?” he whimpered under his breath when his spine was tweaked in such a manner that he flinched and gave up all his footing.
OoC: yep, I had nothing for that one ^^;
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 11:12 am
Searil felt the oil colored fur as the maneuver worked. He lifted his hands up holding the cat. He turned to look at Alice. "Go to my study, on the desk should be a faded black binded tome with silver writing on the cover. Haste!" He looked back to the cat. If he was lucky, he shouldn't do anything drastic.
But compared to the whole rest of the morning and now, that seemed quite unlikely.
Alice nodded quite quickly, turning around, dashing away. Her boots creating quite a clatter as she ran up them and sprinted though the lobby and into the left wing. She swung into the first door on the left, entering Searil's study. She ran up to the desk, stopping on her heels on a dime. And began to look though the several stacks of books, smacking away the ones that didn't match the description onto the floor, creating quite a loud ruckus.
Caleb continued to pick up the scraps of glass. "....I am well able to obtain them myself."
A close Thump! came from close by. Caleb dumped the shards into the rubbish bin and came back to his towering height. He went to the various drawers on the desk on the wall, next to the patients table. He opened the drawer, getting out a small thin roll of gauche. He bandaged both fingers, tying them off to stay. His attention drew back to the heavy falling of something from the room across from his, he walked out of the room, seeing Alice dumping books off of the desk. "What is it that you are trying to accomplish?" Caleb asked, standing in the threshold of Searil's quarters.
Alice turned and simply said. "Trying to find something so we probably won't all be killed!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 11:18 am
Moe heard this and half-panicked, but kept her composure; such things would only make the situation worse. She followed Caleb, and recognized the figure shuffling through the desk.
"Alice, would you mind telling me what you need? I would rather like to help you with this..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 10:15 am
((Sorry, guys. I was on a surprise camping trip.))
"I'm out of ammo, and that man seems really intent on killing me." Derek said, jabbing his thumb behind him. Another slug whistled past as he spoke. "Yeah, that about covers it."
((Yup, short post today. I'll try to make the next one longer, but I can't really think of anything else Derek can do right now.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 4:55 pm
Rufus pulled the clip from the gun. His left dropping the other two and slamming a fresh one into the rifle. He held out the rifle to him. "It has a pretty fiendish kickback."
Cornelius went over to the injured drow he pinned down, who was trying to compensate for the pain with both hands over the wound. He kicked the pump action shotgun away from both of him. The other drow, holding onto his shoulder with his left arm came out. Cornelius aimed the shotgun at the other drow. "Now, drop it or you and this gent both are going to taste lead."
Alice paused, as seeing all the books had been dispensed onto the floor. "It's supposed to be a worn black book with silver ink." She looked behind her, to the two fairly large book cases on the walls. She swore. "It was supposed to be on the damn desk...Go look on the right one for me." She speed over to the left side of the room, going to to bottom row of the book case, scanning the face types.
Caleb turned his head over to Alice. "Is anything occurring that I should know about?"
"Searil might be getting in over his head."
"In what?"
"That....thing in the cell is still alive, Searil might be in a cesspool if I can't find this damned book."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 1:28 pm
Moe did as instructed, wanting to encourage the health of her new crewmates.
After filing quite carefully through the bookcase, she eventually found two books matching the description Alice provided.
"U-Uh.... Miss Alice... I seem to have encountered a predicament."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:48 pm
Derek took the loaded rifle, feeling it's weight. It was a good fit. Swiftly, he whipped around the corner, unleashing a barrage of bullets onto the already wounded man. By luck, and a bit of rapid fire, a couple of the rounds ran through the man's heart. Dark blood, the heart's blood, ran out of the wound, staining the shirt. The big man collapsed in a heap. Derek let out a big sigh of relief.
"Thanks." He said to his crew mate. "I never caught your name, anyway."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 3:34 pm
"Rufus Mortima', captain of tha Freeglory." Rufus held his hand out for the boy to shake. He turned his head to look at Cornelius. "Everythin' settled ova' 'ere?"
"Just about." Cornelius said, looking at the two drows. "Now then, the faster one of you answers, the less chance you have to be cleaned up off the ground like the two chaps back there. Now, who are both of you?"
"Piss off." The drow said that Cornelius stood only inches away from, his accent gave away his Aldenian heritage.
"Wrong answer." Cornelius replied, his left boot hitting the drow in his left part of his chest where he'd been pelted by buckshot.
The drow cringed, clenching his teeth.
"Well, speak up, we don't have much time here."
Alice's eyes caught the book that Searil told her to get. Her metallic right arm snatched and pulled the book right out. Then she took her attention on to Moe as she got off of her knees. "...No one said anything about 3 books." She swore to herself again.
((If you get the reference, you win.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 4:07 pm
Moe handed the books to Alice.
"I-Is there any other specific criteria for the book you need?"
[[...I don't. D:]]
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 7:47 am
"Well, Mister Mortima, who exactly did you upset? Shoot-outs aren't exactly common here." Derek said, gesturing around to all the damage. There was a whirl of sirens as the a car pulled up along side the docks. Several police officers began making their way up the stairs.
"The Alden Constabulatory Police Service. Always ready to make a speedy entrance, after the trouble's all through." He said, looking out the glasslesss window to see several more officers pull up. Then, ge realized where he was, and where they were heading.
"Oh, s**t! I need to go to the ship, fast." He said, turning toward Rufus. There was panic in his voice, true urgency.
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