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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 3:08 am
Merrick had been relieved of the only three items he'd been carrying with him; a wand made of a gnarled tree branch, gripping several glass spheres within it; a second one, plain and simple, made of snowflake obsidian; and a black sphere, upon which was drawn a white circle, in which was drawn a black number 8. On the back of the sphere, a small portion seemed to have been cut out of it and replaced with plastic, so that one could see blue liquid inside. A small triangle was pressed up against the plastic, and on the triangle were the words "Don't count on it."
Of course, the lordling didn't notice any of this at first. What he noticed was the intriguing, and obviously magical device in front of him.
"Interesting..." he muttered, squatting down beside the black ball to examine it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 3:16 am
"4... 3... 2... 1... Have a nice day!" the voice said, and something clicked. Next thing Merrick would know, the sphere had burst outwards explosively, though somehow it did no 'real' harm to him, or Shade, or the girl. However, a wave of 'something' crashed into him, clinging to him. It was sticky. And stinky. Very, very stinky. Thick, and clinging. It smelled like the trout, though just about twice as worse. Perhaps it was the same thing?
There was a laugh, coming from far down the street. Everything in a 20 ft radius was covered in that strange slime, whatever it was, and the area stunk, so bad, you'd be lucky you didn't pass out, like some of the bystanders were.
Overhead, there was suddenly a lot of fluttering, and cawing. Shadows appeared everywhere, nearly blocking out the sun over that small 40 ft wide blast area. Overhead, was a flock, no, more like a horde, of sea gulls. Whatever that stuff was, it was drawing them there. Like a sheet of rain they decended upon the area, pecking and eating at everything that was covered in that sludge...
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 3:23 am
Merrick had only a few seconds to try and frantically wipe the sludge off himself in utter revulsion before the seagulls descended upon him. "Ah! Pain! Get them off me, get them off me NOW!" He started hitting them, slapping at them with his fine gloved hands.
Sasha, who had far more common sense, reared up and bolted as the seagulls descended upon her. She ran through the crowd in Steve's general direction, trampling a few bystanders in her wake.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 3:29 am
The birds kept buzzing on Merrick, slapping at birds never really did work, it was hard to get a solid strike, not to mention they kept coming in, nipping at him to get the food he was covered in...
Steve, meanwhile, was blocks away. His clothes were in a dumpster. He was now dressed in a flowing black cape, and with a huge sword on his back, just like most everyone else in the greater Barton Metropolitan area. His brown hair was now black, and his small dark eyes were now a brilliant light blue/green. There was a large grin on his face as he stashed away his new 'treasures' and counting out the coins he could pawn them for.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 3:43 am
Steve heard the horse, felt the pounding on the pavement as it ran after him. Damned horse! How'd it track him? I mean, he had that fish to overpower his trail and scent, or so he thought. Not like the horse should recognize him anyways.
He looked at the gold again. This had better be worth it. For the glory of Steve, the Ninja!
The man turned around, still smiling as he put the money pouch away, and looked at the horse trampling through the crowd...
"This should slow the thing down..."
He reached into his pocket and shook it around a bit. Finally, he withdrew something, and tossed it at the horse's head... It was an apple.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 3:56 am
An apple! The glorious red orb filled Sasha's vision, making her momentarily forget the seagulls that were chasing her. Without even breaking stride, the gelding caught the delicious fruit in her teeth, munching on it as she ran. Where had the apple come from? That man! Maybe he had more!
And so it was, that Sasha went from running in a random direction, to pursuing Steve...
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 4:05 am
Steve panicked for a moment, reaching into his pocket. Quickly he drew out another apple. He bit down on the stem and pulled it out as though it were a grenade's pin. His arm cocked back, and he chucked it away from himself and the horse, but past it's head, and back towards Merrick and his struggle against The Birds.
"Ninja Disappearing Technique!" he called out, and turned, and ran down the street as fast as his legs would carry him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 4:09 am
Sasha turned, stretching her neck out, then leaped as she realized the distance wouldn't be enough. She and Merrick's stablehands had played this game often...she was good at catching carrots, apples...sugar cubes were generally the only things that gave her trouble.
She caught the apple perfectly in her mouth, then turned back to look for her food source. Finally, she spotted him, much farther ahead than he ought to be. To make up for the lost distance, she took off at a gallop after him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 10:14 am
Chyre simply stood stock-still as she tried to proccess what the hell just happened. A bird beak to the head quickly snapped her out of it.
".. you and all your stupid zombies are SO DEAD!" She whimpered after her outburst, slowly trying to scrape the goo off of herself while avoiding the birds; once this failed, she stalked off in the general direction of the ocean. Damn the environment, she was not parading around all day with.. fish.. goo.. and birds all over her all day.
God she was going to stink in the morning.
(No fish were harmed in the making of this post.)
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 10:19 am
"Did I miss anything?" Asked a slightly raspy voice from above Chyre. Above her was a floating young male with orange hair. It shaved short save for two long strands on either side of his forehead which were bound near the ends by silver circlets. Watching the scene below him with crystalline golden eyes, he fluttered his two foot dusty white wings a bit as if to keep his balance. He had a slender build, wearing a coloage of different clothing as if he had a bad wardrobe day. All his clothes, however, had the same theme of grey. He tipped his grey hat a bit in greeting and lowered himself down so that he was hovering a few inches upon the ground.
"I hope I'm not too late." He said abashedly looking at the mess that was supposed to be his team mate, "What have you got there?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and raising an incredulous eyebrow.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 10:27 am
She looked around for a moment in confusion, trying to find the source of the voice, but that proved unnecessary since he came down shortly after.
She studied him for a moment before speaking. "I'll give you a piece of the action," she said sweetly, pulling at a bit of slime on her arm; she offered the slime to him, and a bird followed shortly after to poke at the goo.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 5:37 pm
"Ah," He said with a chuckle as he waved the bird away, "Is that all that's happened so far? Nothing with the quest yet? Oh, by the way, I am Mirror." With a sweep of his arm he gave a mock bow to her and then straightened his back. His grey wings fluttered a bit as he moved to her and began to help her rid herself of the slime, "Hope you don't mind...Oh, or is this the clue we're looking for?" He asked with another chuckle holding up his slime covered hand.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 6:24 pm
"I don't know anything about a quest," she sighed, "just an evil special 'zombie' named Steve, a horse, and some really odd people. Oh, and a company that mass-produces pie-loving zombies specializing in.. assassination." She couldn't help but make a face as she watched the goo between her fingers slip down and land with a plop on the ground.
"Nice to meet you.. Mirror," she mumbled, brushing goo off her own shoulders. "I'm Chyre." This was the oddest way to meet guys she had learned of yet. "I have no idea what it is, I just know that this I'm going to smell like old fish until the end of time.." And it was all Steve's fault, she grumbled to herself. That would teach her to underestimate a Steve.
Where did that evil evil Steve get off to, anyway? She begun to look around for any clues. Boss Monkey was there, and the Other Guy, but.. where was the horse?
Chyre twisted around in the other direction to see said horse running off.
She paused before twisting around again to face Merrick. "Your horse is running away," she said helpfully, pointing to Sasha.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 7:49 pm
Shade swore inwardly. He knew he should've known better then to trust a ninja! Now his money was gone, one of his nicer cloaks was covered in stick gunk, (he doubted that the smell would come off for years to come), and the birds pecking at him didn't help either. The only postive aspect that he could gleen from this sudden turn of events, is that no one had noticed his sudden involuntary shift back to shadowform during the blinding light from the explosion.
Throwing up his hood and hoping no one would notice, Shade muttered a brief explanation to Merrick "...I can't believe that Necrotech has gone so far as sending an assasin in guise of a harmless xombie! This shall not go unpunished!!!" He didn't really think that would fool the noble, but he was at his wit's end. Throwing a brief confused glance at 'Mirror' he quickly span around and dashed after Steve's retreating footsteps...
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 8:27 pm
Mirror laughed and finished getting most of the slime off Chyre. With a flick of his hand, he slung the sludge onto the ground and smiled up at the girl in front of him, "Anyways, I be thinking we should keep with our group. Let's go follow that man over there. Perhaps he has a better idea of what's going on."
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