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 Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 11:10 am
::And he's about to!
His steady walk breaks out into a full run and he launches himself into the air, all 8 arms at the ready....but wait.
A rip could be heard in mid air as his pants slightly tear and the two sandals fly off of his...hands? Those werent really long toes at all. They were an extra pair of arms! 10 arms! And a massive torso, began twirling in mid air as a swarm of arm. His goal would be to put two arms on each of Lanhie's limbs and start to pummel his face, but would be if he wasnt interupted in mid air.::
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 11:15 am
**Lanhie waits until the absolute last second before shrinking to homid to slip under Hachi's mad grab, placing lanhie directly underneath him. As the arms go sailing by, Lanhie shifts back to crinos while grabbing Hachi at the torso and throws him upwards as hard as he can, using his shifting momentum to it's max while using his blood to enhance his strength even more.**
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 11:28 am
Lanh_Kim-ly **Lanhie waits until the absolute last second before shrinking to homid to slip under Hachi's mad grab--- ::That would give him the perfect view of what could only be described as a swath of black. This blur of motion moved as if Hachi was standing still in mid air. In a flash of black a loud SMACK. Was heard followed by several repeats of the familiar sound one hears when flesh is smacked almost 42 times in a momentary blink. Hachi flew, and as Lanhie burst upward he would feel a loud "DONG", as his claws were struck, it was a strike to the back of his hands, with the sole purpose of pushing them away from the cieling and off by a bit. What he would see is a black clad finger standing on Hachi's back. Hachi was very severally K.O.d and there was a spatula being pointed down at the back of his hand. The shape and texture of the spatula matching several of the smack wounds all over Hachi's body. In his other hand was a massive black wok...on the back of wok was the massive engraving of a giant chinese dragon coiled around itself and wreathed in flames. A single voice shot out.:: I take hit from him erryday! I pretend knocked out, he run away. But I not let anyone destroy my kitchenu!!! ::He was not a happy camper which he showed as his massive Wok gonged against the back of Hachi's head and with a flick of his foot he kicked him up, and followed up with a spiral kick which sent him flying out the kitchen area.:: YOU! ::The spatula pointed directly at Lanhie.:: You help me clean up?
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 11:33 am
**shifting to homid and shaking his head with slight confusion**
Sure, sorry about that. I was just worried about him pushing the fight after you were knocked out, or I thought you were knocked out, or whatever. Thanks for helping me with him.
**starts picking up the scraps of what was broken around the kitchen.**
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 11:40 am
Hai!
::He flipped the Wok and the Spatula onto a nearby counter and smiled.::
I sure you could have taken Sushi-Head, but I would losing my Kitchenu!
::And the Black Chef went along with repair work. Thankfully, only the sheet rock and wooden framings were shattered and the stove and fridge were in relatively good standing. And of course one could expect an unecessary amount of back flips and kicks and such.::
Thank you for help Master Long Hair Chef Lanhiru!
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 9:05 am
::not knowing where to start but needing time to think, she walks up the stairs to the fourth floor of the ship. One by one she knocks on the doors, and if there is no answer tries the knob, if locked she tries the key.::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 9:10 am
::While the vast majority of the doors were locked. A few simply had "Do Not Disturb", signs hanging from the doors and yet a few more people simply responded to her knock with a stream of obscenities. Of course out of the 89 doors on this floor a good 12 or so opened, revealing things such as walk-in linen closests, public bathrooms, public showers, a sauna, a simple but vacant sparring arena, a spa with heated tubs, a vacant kitchen. And a yet another room with the door baracaded short and a very large amount of crashing coming from within it. Thankfully Marissa had chosen the middle of the day to perform this search and not the night and most crew members were involved in other things on different floors.::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 9:13 am
::Upon finding nothing of use, at least nothing useful now, she memorizes the layout of the fourth floor and goes down to the fifth figuring she might as well start at the beginning. Starting with the rooms closest to the stairwell she sees if the layout of the fourth floor matches the first that way she knows where all of the storage, bathing and exercising areas are. Also during this time she is searching for her rooms::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 9:19 am
::Strangely, and yet in a most expected way, the fifth floor matches the fourth almost entirely. The exceptions being that the sauna and public bathrooms are more in use, resulting in Marissa getting more than a few invites to join the sauna, and the shower, and the bathroom. A few room doors opened as well, some simply slamming back shut in her face, and others simply walking back away and then kicking the door in her face. It seemed that those that had chosen to rest preferred rest to the company of a beautiful girl. For the most part the floor was exactly the same, with the exception of what would be the descending stairs. As opposed to a welcoming stairway there was a rather large baracaded metal slab with a single faintly glowing green circle in the center. ::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 9:26 am
::gritting her teeth with great annoyance she trudged up to the third floor. If she didn't find the rooms soon she would be trying to find someone with a sleeping potion instead and lacing a bunch of tacks with it and melding them to the stupid captains chair. An evil grin came across her face at the idea of tieing the sleeping captain up, tieing the rope to the side of the ship and throwing the captain overboard that way he dangled about 5 feet off of the water's surface. The evil grin widened at the thought of all of those lovely silvery fish taking little nips out of him and him waking up to that pleasant sight and screaming for help. Actually he would probably be demanding to be pulled up, which of course she would do ohhh so slowly, what with how small and weak she is. And of course it would be expected that the rope might slip one or two, or 10, times while she does it. But that can't exactly be blamed on her, now could it. With this lovely picture floating in her mind, she went throughout the third floor with an evil grin on her face and a soft song on her lips::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 9:33 am
::At first notice she would see that all the doors on the 3rd floor are infact made of metal. Unfortunately this was coupled with the realization that all the doors on the 3rd floor were welded shut infact creating one very large super room for a one Audi Pyru. Ladies need room for all their shoes right?
This left the 3rd floor almost entirely vacant with the exception of the main wooden door to Audi's room which had been severely scorched but was tightly locked, as Audi herself was infact not home.::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 9:35 am
::still slightly singing to herself and with the image of the captain still playing in her mind she traveled up to the second floor. The evil grin had lessened to now being a sligth secretive smile and she had slipped into her usual stalking step::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 9:43 am
::And there it was in all its glory. A beautiful gold encrusted black metal door about 6ft tall and 4ft wide. One could tell that the metal was originally coated in snake skin, but the majority of it had been scarred right the bleep off by whiplashes of angry flame. The extremely tacky and gold encrusted number "1" was still highly visible, as was the giant sign over the door reading "Captains Quarters". Voices could be heard from inside, but as they passed through solid steel they were somewhat distorted. And yet beside the giant room were 9 smaller rooms. Directly next to the captains room sat a room with a steel plate reading 2. This corresponded to one of the keys Marissa was holding. The same could be said for room 3 and 4, and each opened quite easily to reveal the exact same thing.
There sat a bed, about a queen size with nightstands on either side, a desk across the room, and a golden snack attached the wall. It appeared to be a spiralling snake with its head pointed at the bed. A matching snake was placed in the bathroom. And there was a full size bathroom in each room.::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 9:50 am
::**can someone say obsessed?** this thought went running through her head, disrupting the song she was singing. it was a good thing she didn't find snakes repulsive. She stepped out of the fourth door, looked at the other two and glared at the captain's door. The image of him bound had all of a sudden become veerrryy appealing. **I think I will be sleeping with Lanhy, or I'll just try to stay awake for the next day and a half. Food will help** and off she went for the kitchen, humming a small war song she learned from David.::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 9:55 am
::Back down on the 4th floor sat the kitchen, a large room able to easily fit half the crew of the ship...and the ship been fully stocked. As it stood now, the room had quite alot of dust gathering in it and was somewhat dim. But there was food! The kitchen area was home to...black. Which is to say there was a small window on the right side of the room where it seemed food was served, and there were a set of stools in front of that window, but behind it was black.
And yet not in the normal way, the black seemed to move as if it was a cloud of smoke, or perhaps tar? Something seemed off about that pool. And yet the room was silent.::
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