Looking back and forth, Melvin realized something.
Where was Saliva?
"Saliva?" He stood up, looking back and forth as he set the bag of ice on the bar counter. "Sa...Sa..."
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The big man was quite right in his assumption, though sober Riyo would never cop to it. A lonely life it was, especially when your drinking usually took place in your own home. Alone.
Riyo gave G a pat on the back before sitting straight up (well okay as straight as someone hammered really got), and reached into her pocket.
"I practice this a lot. A fun game to do when you're alone, or with friends!"
... And she pulled out a switch blade.
This could only go well.
"Check it." Her gloved hand spread out on the bar top as she popped the blade out with a flick of the wrist. "I call it stabscotch." The knife jumped in between her fingers. Slowly at first, but her pace picked up. "Oh! Uh oh! Almost got myself! Hehe."
He flashed her a smile and took it, turning away towards the nearest wall to give himself a few minutes privacy and to get out the card so he could type in the number. It was just pushed the buttons and hit, was it that button, yeah he remembered right.
As he held it up the phone to his ear he waited, letting it ring four five times, before getting some random person he didn’t recognize.
“Do you know what happened?” to which he got a prompt no before the phone went dead. Clearly this wasn’t what the number was for. He clicked the phone off before taking a moment to lean against the wall, leaning his head into it with a bit more force than needed. “********.” Not much could hid the defeated look his posture took, his shoulders slumping. He took a breath just letting himself calm down a moment before he gave the phone back.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 8:48 pm
"Ahh..." Malodore studied the girl's head, its fingers touching featherlight around the wound, stroking her hair out of the way. It seemed... yes, a concussion, but a very minor one. The other injuries were superficial, and could be treated by any idiot with a first-aid kit. Still, Malodore had brought its own... may as well give these newcomers the hospitality la familia was known for.
"Si... bartender, ice, per favore," it said, snapping its long fingers before opening its kit, folding it out over the nearest table. The contents were impeccably organized, and none of them were labeled - clearly its owner knew exactly what everything was, and did not care to share that knowledge with others. "A mild concussion, signorina... ice, when it is brought, and rest. Time will do the rest... though the touch of our own Royal Blue may speed your healing. I speak, of course, of our good 'King'..." It gestured back towards where Harrison was. It did not think the curative potential of the actual drug would work on these odd beings - their miasma was strange, alien. "But that is his choice to make. I am but a humble servant, signorina."
As it spoke, it deftly moved to disinfect and bandage her wounds.
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Ying's eyes flashed down to Jing's right hand, seeing the matching mark. Twins, even in magical hand markings. She sighed, burying herself in Jing's smelly vest for just a quick moment. "Yes! We'll drive out of this place and find a nice place elsewhere ... maybe along the beach."
She was already back to planning their escape, visions of sugarplum fairies dancing in her head. Ying let go of the hug, satisfied with the quick embrace that she hoped absolutely nobody saw. She awkwardly patted his arm and said, "You'll make me soup just like grandma used to, right?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 8:59 pm
"You'd get a pie instead, sweet Ying." Jing soothed her with another headpat and fixing her skirt absentmindedly. "A king blueberry pie." it would be amazing he figured. The pie would not have blueberries in it at all.
"A pie just for you, how does that sound?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:02 pm
Po was watching Candace with a look of mild disapproval while the phone was being borrowed. Candace's attention was solely on the girl now. She feigned genuine concern for the overdramatic way the girl was acting about her condition, her fingers lightly trailing down her arm until she found the girl's hand, grasping it in her own and giving it an affectionate squeeze. "Those are very good values to have, darling." She grinned. "I love closeness." Candace gave the girl a wink before she moved on from that subject, interlocking her fingers between the girl's and keeping that physical contact for now.
Ugh. This girl...seriously? What an amateur. Candace had to resist every urge in her to roll her eyes at the girl's behavior. "I understand. We can protect you from whatever it is that has you shaken up, you know." A portal malfunction. Right. "We've very good at protecting." Her thumb moved to rub soft, slow circles against the underside of her wrist. "What is it that has you so shaken up? I'll take you to Harrison when I have some kind of idea what it is we should protect you from.."
The corner of Po's eye twitched a bit at what she was watching, taking the phone and pocketing it without looking. The words 'stab scotch' got her attention and she readily looked to the very drunk woman nearly stabbing her hand with a knife. Yes, this was a great idea.
It was also a good distraction. Po stood from her stool and moved down to where Riyo was stabbing the bar top. "How did you even get a knife in here?"
Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:07 pm
When Sammy said it, he'd been pissed. When JING said it, he was downright mortified. Sure, maybe it had been a little conspicuous of him, kissing Rep in the middle of Harrison's huge soiree, but it really hadn't occurred to him that people would have seen. The shifter hadn't been thinking about his reputation at the time, and had only peripherally thinking about his safety, as evident by the way he'd practically engaged in a sexual activity with Rep''s mouth. He'd been thoroughly distracted at the time, preoccupied with his own denial and the way the redhead had goaded him on, licked his lips that way, like a predator stalking his prey...
Nuk flushed for the third time that night, really not sure how to respond to anything anymore, merely watching as Jing walked away. More than anything, he kind of wanted to get away from this fun-house, possibly slink back to the streets which were familiar and harsh and didn't involve decidedly-sexy individuals molesting him every few seconds.
Except after this meeting, he had to find Rep. Not out of promises, but out of some emotion he couldn't describe, an emotion he was still fighting with the core of his being. It could most easily just be described as a lifeline, something to hang onto, although what he hoped to achieve by seeking the damn redhead out was beyond him. It was his fault. The flashy loud-mouth had practically tied the noose around his neck himself. By all accounts, he should have been pissed off to hell, eager to beat the s**t out of him... or try, anyway.
He convinced himself, in the end, it was just about power. A pawn following a queen was normal, right? Or maybe Harrison was right. Or half, right, anyway. Maybe instead of a coyote, he should have been a lapdog.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:10 pm
Ying hiked her skirt back up, shortening its length. Too bad Jing.
"I want soup dearest brother."
Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:12 pm
Even with his soft touch, Olivia still found herself wincing when the Confusing Doctor Guy examined the wound on her forehead. At least the prognosis was good, it was only mild and seemed like it would be treatable enough. And though she could only see so much from his kit without turning her head, the small girl was glad that none of those seemed like they would be used.
The lack of turning also made it difficult to really pinpoint what where he was referring to, but from the earlier show she could only imagine that the Good King was the gentleman from earlier who was giving out the tattoos to his fellows. What Royal Blue was, was a mystery, so she decided to ask in a simple manner, "Royal Blue?" The name did seem fitting for this Kingdom though.
"Oh," she realized a second later. "And thank you, by the way," Olivia added quietly as he continued to tend to her. It was simple mending, but she felt it was so much for a stranger like herself and they had arrived ... at such an odd time.
Cee glanced down at Candace's fingers meeting hers, listened with a careful silence and then turned back to her. The doe eyed look was gone and she seemed serious. Her plush lips pressed into a line and her brows drew tightly.
"I want in." Even her tone had dropped. She could have played longer but, the thought og the miasma drifting into the sky was eating at her. "You should know about Silvers." They were change. It was their special gift. "I want into this Kingdom. I want a cut." Her eyes dragged around the room, the drunken singing, the shady looking criminals. "I wanna speak to your King. About what I can offer him and why he'd want me."
Cee was serious, dead so, and gave no mention or thought to the other Silvers. She probably should have. Perhaps their King would give them their chance anyway.. weren't important things brewing?
Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:22 pm
Yes. Candace smiled and slid off her stool, taking the girl with her. "Very well. Come along~." She wasted no time in bringing the girl to the stage, only just now noticing B0nez was gone.
...B0nez was gone and Harrison was left with the computer.
"Is this a bad time, Harrison?" Candace blinked, looking around for any sign of B0nez. Nope. He was gone. Shaking her head, her smile returned as she pulled the girl forward. "Harrison, this girl is from the Silver kingdom. She just told me she wants to join us, and she'd like to speak with you."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:24 pm
"It's fine," Harrison said, sitting a hair straighter. "...So talk. What brings you here?"
Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:55 pm
Music was playing out of nowhere. A fanfare, trumpets, blasts of noise that seemed inappropriate and surreal at the same time.
And then silence. And then the scene around them shifted, darker still, until everything was stained a deep void of nothing. There was no them, they had no body, all they had was one thing calling to them. The Voice.
((OOC: Click on the image to view the cutscene! This is a NEW cutscene, the image just looks the same from the first page.))
"I am the Voice." The tone was both musical and clear at the same time, an interval that could not be reached through normal sound. It resonated in every core of their Miasma, and reminded them of their existence simply with its presence alone. Yes, they existed because of The Voice, the one who called them to fight in this world and promised everything.
"You have been chosen, Kings and Warriors." Images began flashing in their minds, too quick for them to truly comprehend. "This is my gift to you, and in return I demand Miasma." And then a glimpse of something else, something almost all kingdoms recognized. The Silver Kingdom, collapsed, in ruin, the tower crumbling, thick silver miasma curling from the base. The Kingdom had truly fallen. "To the north the fallen Tower of Silver, those few survivors who remain will fight for Kings or find themselves with the same fate." The Voice remained blank, apathetic as the image shifted to a thicker, lush setting. "To the center, the Great King's labyrinth. Miasma flowers, the King's prized possessions, lie in the center, cursed with a price."
Lastly, the image shifted to a war-ravaged area, familiar to almost all. The contamination zone. "To the East the desolate lands, corrupted by tainted Miasma, the earth itself treacherous."
With a poignant pause, everything shifted back to colourless still. Music again, odd, raucous, mocking. "The Voice calls forth the warriors, all for the glory of the true king. The Kingdom with the lowest price in Miasma will be the next to fall."
And even in the most abysmal setting, everything almost sighed in a burst of light. No, not light, existence, of their own Miasma. The Voice communicating directly to them, both chastising and commanding, encouraging and tantalizing demanded everything including who they were themselves. It was terrifying and it was absolute. Its message was entirely simple and complete. Several would turn to their King now, and their was no doubt the words in their eyes, in their expressions, in everything. They were scared, they were uncertain, and for some, they were ready. Warriors, Kings, measly peasants and shadows. It was the King's turn to decide who would fight in their Kingdom's glory.
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THE KING'S GLORY:
gaia_crown[ CUTSCENE PART 2:] To view the new cutscene, please click this link, if you haven't viewed it already (see above image). The introduction image is the same, but keep on clicking it to view the whole cutscene for THIS CURRENT EVENT.
gaia_crown[ THE KING'S CHOICE:] Now, as citizens and warriors prepare themselves, Queens and Pawns and Wild Cards, the King must come to a choice. Where will they place their pieces? As the King decides, his voice carries the final authority. They are ready to fight. They have no choice but to fight.
OOC: - When a King QUOTES you, and directs your player to a location, you are now moving to that { EVENT } marked thread. You can only try in an { EVENT } thread until you pretty much die/ your HP goes to 0. When you escape or finish successfully, please mark all gained Miasma Points HERE for your team. - If you DIE in an event, you will LOSE ALL MIASMA POINTS GAINED. They cannot be transferred to another player. - These events DO have difficulty levels. If you feel like you cannot handle a high difficulty level event, make sure you contact your King, either through pms, AIM, or the OOC thread. Quote the King player if using the OOC thread. The King will try their BEST to accommodate, but please do not expect them to 100% assign you to everything you want. If they assign you to a more challenging thread, consider it a compliment that they trust your skills! - It is up to the King HOW they want to split their players. Each player in a Kingdom can only participate in one event pass or fail. They cannot return to an event pass or fail. Think CAREFULLY which ones you want to bring your characters to! - To recap: respond rp-wise to the Voice as you wish. Ultimately however, you cannot move until your King wishes for so. You can ICly express where you want to go or wait for your King's decision. You can OOCly also talk it amongst each other. Once your King is ready, they will post their choices as to where each player will go. That is when you will move to your event threads, to try and get as many MIASMA POINTS as possible. - At the end of OOC 48 hours from THIS POST ALL EVENT THREADS WILL CLOSE, complete or incomplete. I will then tally the Miasma Point thread. The Kingdom with the lowest Miasma points. WILL FALL and all its subjects fall to ruin. Once again, for the King and all the players, the options are:
gaia_crown[ The Silver Kingdom Remains ]Location: here. - Difficulty level: HARD. - Setting: A long series of twisting tunnels lie in wait in a climb to reach the top. For those who do reach the top, a puzzle awaits them, with a prize, a secret from the late Silver King that might uncover the reason as to why they died so suddenly, perhaps even about the Voice themselves....
gaia_crown[ The Old King's Labyrinth ]Location: here. - Difficulty level: NORMAL. - Setting: The old King's labyrinth lie home to Miasma flowers, considered blessed flowers by many. They are cursed by nature, but if one goes through the trials and succeeds in purifying them, the rewards are greater than the endurance itself.
gaia_crown[ The Valley of the Blighted Heart]Location: here. - Difficulty level: EASY. - Setting: The corrupted valley lie home to all sorts of terrible creatures, it is rumoured that this is where they send those to die. All take a terrible risk in entering the area, much less surviving it...
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 10:09 pm
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I WILL MAKE POSTS/ANNOUNCEMENTS about this in the morning!
In the mean time, you can react to hearing directly from the Voice. (It is the first time your characters have ever heard it!) This is a really strange and rare event.
Read over everything. (: I will try to sort people ASAP so we can harvest Miasma before the 48 hours are up.
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