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 Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 3:42 pm
Irzael looked upon the man, wild fury showing in his eyes, "You've made a sad mistake..." The air genasi threw back his cloak and stood up to his full height of 7' 2". He launched himself at the man shoulder-first, sending the man sprawling through the window of a nearby store. Irzael followed through with his assault, jumping through the window and putting his footon the man's chest. The man pushed Irzael's foot away and rolled backward.
"You're gonna pay for that!" the man yelled as the shopkeeper looked at the two fighters, a horrified look because of her ruined store. The man broke the arm off of a nearby mannequin and swung violently, bludgeoning Irzael straight across the face. Irzael fell back, taken back by the vicious strike.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 3:55 pm
The man laughed, proud of himself, "Had enough, blue man?"
Irzael pushed himself to his feet and brushed his hand down his pants, cleaning them, "That was lame," and with that Irzael shot his hand out at the man and muttered some low incantations. The tattoos on his arm glowed a pale blue as wind blasted out from his palm. The man didn't have time to blink before the air crashed into him and his body was thrown against the wall. Irzael panted, the strain of using his own air to force the attack left him breathless.
"I think we're done," he said to the unconscious man. As he left the building he had a realization. I don't need to find the chaos...I'll create it! He laughed at his own brilliance and looked around for his next target.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 3:59 pm
Krkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkr.
Rattling? No, not quite rattling... it was the sound of a large bundle of sticks bouncing against each other.
Krkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkr.
It was getting closer. The sound seemed to be coming from one of the side streets.
Krkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkr.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:02 pm
A noise! Irzael looked about, but saw nothing. Where is it coming from? He turned completely around searching for the source of the rattling. The sound was coming from a side street nearby so Irzael stepped towards it, "Who's there?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:18 pm
It emerged. A man- is that what you'd call it? It was made entirely of... twigs, it would appear. A round, ball-like head balancing precariously on a narrow, cyndrical body. Two skinny arms sticking out where shoulders would be, two skinny legs where the body ended. All sticks that were bundled together, rattling against each other incessantly. The stickman turned its head to look both ways- not that it had any eyes to speak of; it simply turned its head as if to look. Seeing that it was not alone, it quickly scurried across the street, disappearing down another side street.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:23 pm
Irzael looked on, perplexed at the wood creature that came out from the side street. When it noticed Irzael it ran to another side street. Irzael dashed after the fleeing twigman and didn't let it leave his sight. What could this thing be? Irzael was determined to find out.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:27 pm
((sorry, only two browsers...so using this account for a bit...))
But when he rounded the corner. All there was, was a bundle of sticks, a pile of sand and two clam shells looking at each other. Big google eyes stuck to their backs with glue.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:30 pm
Owle, in the meanwhile, had gone into the store, and was picking out things to wear. She took an armful of pretty things that caught her eye back into the dressing room with her. The first thing she had chosen to try on was a beautiful dress, with fine puffy sleeves and a long, layered skirt. She pulled her tank top off over her head and discarded it on a bench, then loosened her jeans and pulled them down. She stepped out of them, and turned to take the dress off its hanger.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:35 pm
As she was lifting down the dress and turning to put it on, golden amused eyes would meet soft brown ones. He was reclining in a seat a bit further back in the dressing room. With a grin and a small salute, Rafe looked her first up, then down, though he was dressed in his own slightly revealing clothing. He then winked.
"Nice underwear, chere."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:38 pm
"Bizarre," was all he could think to say at the moment. He scooped up the sand and the clams and put them in the pouch on his belt. "I guess I should head down to the beach. Things seem to be getting interesting," he turned back and strode out into the street, bringing his map out. "I guess I'll have to head...east," and with that he left the shopping district.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 5:24 pm
Irritably, Gamma was alone and still walking. Each footfall becoming gradually heavier. His experience at first with 'chaos' was slightly entertaining. Now it was boring and he had to substitute something in it's place; real Chaos.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 5:34 pm
(( gonk x10^82 Could I be farther away from the action?))
He stooped in his walk and picked up a fair sized rock. With a flick of his massive arm he cast it through the front window of a fancy looking shop. Wasn't a bad place to start, but he wanted more. He want east, giving glares at all in the way, not that he could see his eyes.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 6:01 pm
Owle flushed bright red.
"Rafe..."
Hurriedly she pulled the dress down, and over her head. She reached behind him, fumbling with the zipper in the back for a while before finally giving up.
Sighing, she turned around. There was no use in being embarrassed now. "Zip me up?"
He would be getting a good view of the scales spread sporadically, but symmetrically over her back. There seemed to even be two nestled beneath her small brown wings.
He would also have noticed that the scales on her feet continued up her calves, all the way to her knees.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 6:06 pm
"But of course, chere." He smiled and stood up, leaning over Owle as he helped pull the zipper up, leaning down to plant a small kiss on her shoulder as he did so.
"Beautiful..." He smiled and looked in front of them to the mirror, where they could see their reflection, he looked into her eyes that way. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned in close, holding her tightly to him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 6:10 pm
"You like it?" Owle asked, squirming just a bit when he kissed her. She admired the dress in the mirror...then caught his eyes in the reflection and smiled. She let him hold her, relaxing into him.
She might not be in the world for much longer. She may as well enjoy the time she had left.
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