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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 7:43 pm
((Team 2))
"Okay...so you're no use...alright, you know what, we can always just come back here later. Let's keep moving."
Groaning with the effort, he stood up slowly. Time to move on...
Forgetting the documents that rested in Spaz' clawed mitts, he began walking down the hallway in front of him, glaring at the soft white surrounding him. God, couldn't they pick another color...?
The hallway didn't really last long. It took a sharp right about 100 meters down, and once he got to the corner, he peered down its length...
Hm. A door labeled "Doorway to FATE"...a stairwell door with a huge hole blasted through its center...and a pile of periwinkle robes on the floor...
A pile of robes? That didn't seem right.
"Hey guys! Come over here. I found something...interesting..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 7:56 pm
Spaz quickly joined Brian, and his attention was immediately fixed on the hole in the door. Awesome. Whatever had done that must have been hella powerful. Just the thought of the explosion that must have caused it sent shivers up and down Spaz's spine. All heat and noise and bubbling metal flying outward in a rain of searing rivulets as everything organic in a ten foot radius was vaporized instantly and the shockwave smashed the hell out of everything else... just ******** awesome. Okay, maybe it hadn't been THAT big of a blast, but Spaz bet it had still been wicked sweet.
His mind switched tracks abruptly, and he picked up the robes that were on the floor. He'd always thought long, flowing garments were kinda... y'know... girly--except for trenchcoats, those were badass--so they didn't really hold any interest for him as far as fashion went. But discarded clothing sometimes had pockets, and pockets had all kinds of treasures; string, coins, lint, beads, used kleenex, radio detonators, shrunken heads, that kind of stuff.
Spaz rifled through the garments quickly, searching for anything that might be hiding inside.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:00 pm
((Team 2))
As he began to lift the crumpled cloaks, a loud grumble seemed to emanate from inside...it sounded like...a senile old man?
"What? Whaddya want, ya hissy old f*****t? Goddamn...if it weren't for all dem coons and fleckkies, and whatnot hoojamiginlos...ah, screw it! Who are ya, and whaddya ******** want, ya loser?"
Holy crap, there was a man inside! Was that...was that Migas?
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:08 pm
"HEY, who the hell are you calling a loser you crusty old pitstain of a coot?" Spaz yelled right back, prodding the geezer in the chest with his knuckle.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 5:52 am
"You." Kali snorted, now ignoring Brian at all costs. "Are you Migas?" She asked, crouching down near the rag-pile old-geezer man.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 4:28 pm
"Least I don't smell like barf," Spaz shot back at Kali with a chuckle. "So if this is the guy, does that mean we can go out for milkshakes soon? I'm tired of this place."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 4:46 pm
((Team 2))
...but Spaz' fist never met the old man's chest. He couldn't even see him, so he expected a miss...but he didn't expect to hit without effect. The man just stood there, and took the blow...wow. Tough.
In a flash of color, the geezer shot backwards, finally fixing his tangled garments so that his stubbled old head poked out the head hole. He was standing now, but he barely came up to Spaz' neck. He wasn't really that old looking, per sé. He looked more...weathered than old. Long grey hair and a face ridden with at least 10 o'clock shadown made up the most of his features, aside from two cold, dark eyes which definitely told no secrets...
He looked at you all with disapproval and confusion. Apparently, he was expecting someone else.
"Wait...you're not Kefka! Eh...who are ya again? Why are you here? You're...you're not working for him, are ya!?"
He braced himself for a fight...as odd as his stance was...
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 5:07 pm
"Not me, I only work for food. And foot massages." Spaz replied, raising his bare left foot and wiggling his toes. Balancing on one leg, he scratched the back of his head with his toenails in a display of grotesque contortionism. "Um, so are you the dude or what?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 7:50 pm
((Team 2))
The old man didn't seem to understand.
"Dude? Why, yes...I am a man...why do you ask?"
That's when Brian interpreted for the coot. Poor thing should have moved to Florida years ago.
"Good sir...we are looking for a man named Migas. Are you he?"
He nodded quickly, then added...
"Yeah...what's it to ya?"
Brian paused...he was unsure as to how much to let on this early...playing it safe would be the best bet...nodding to his teammates, he continued, slowly and precisely.
"We...we heard of a man named Migas who was still alive and residing on the 10th floor. We would like to ask you a few questions about this place, if that's alright."
Yeah, distract him, Brian...
"Hmmm...I don't know..."
He scanned the group, then fixed his beady eyes on poor Kali. God, she was having a bad day. [I promise it gets better, haha!] Then...he licked his lips?
"Sure...yeah, let's sit down...you know, I might be more...inclined to talk to you about this place if that little damsel came a little closer...like, on my lap?"
Oh, God...Brian looked at Kali pleadingly. This was crucial to the mission! Gross, yes...but crucial nonetheless!
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 7:55 pm
"Hey, I'm not that kind of girl!" Spaz shouted, putting his hands on his hips and stomping his foot, the epitomy of womanly indignation. "Oh wait, you meant her... never mind." He sat on the floor as Migas had requested, gangly legs curled under him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 8:03 pm
((Team 2))
Brian didn't even pay attention this time.
Kali, please...just this once. It's for the best...
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 1:14 pm
Kali choked, and looked at Migas like he had sprouted a second head. She opened her mouth to shout something insulting and refuse, but noticed Brian's expression and inched over to Migas. 'Ew. Nasty, perverted, SICK OLD PIG!' she whimpered inwardly, wincing ever so slightly. She so didn't want to do this. She so didn't want to do this... it's for the mission. Complete the mission, you go home. Go home, you get a shower. Have a shower, then beat Brian with a stick. Yes. That was the positive side to all of this! She'd have a shower AND beat Brian's head in! haha! Yes! She shuffled closer and sat reluctantly on his lap, glaring at Brian as if to tell him her violent intentions towards his head. Then, she made sure to watch the old man closely. If he touched her, she was going to stab him, she really was!
...although she had to wonder why he wanted a barf-covered girl sitting on him...
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 7:51 pm
((Team 2))
His face brightened, and he stared off happily into the distance...
"*Ahem*...Migas?"
"OH! RIGHT! STORYTIME!!"
Odd...Kali felt something move under her...
"Okay," he continued, "I'm in this place thanks to that good-for nothing knave, Kefka. That man thinks he owns the goddamned world, I tell ya! Well. Ya see, I was minding my own business, exploring this abandoned old dump, when out of the blue, I see this...man walk by me...he wasn't no ordinary man, though...real weird...he was more like a walking corpse. Decaying flesh, rotting hair, low grumbly sounds...you know the type. Anyways, I shrugged it off, see. Probably another explorer like me. I'm kinda shy...so...yeah. So, I kept looking through this place...real eerie, ya know? Every since Ellisent and Kefka fought it out, no one's ever come to Subania. Since me, that is.
So, anyways, I'm looking through some of the medical bays when I see another one of these...people walk by. So, reluctantly, I call out to him. Nothing. So...I walk over. Try to introduce myself. No response...he really didn't look all that good, so I tried to talk to him, get his attention, but he attacked me! I killed him, of course...but it was scary nonetheless. I've been trying to get out ever since..."
Brian was confused by the vague story.
"Whoah....so, you mean to tell us that even though you killed this zombie, which you just plain weren't all that afraid of, you couldn't make it through the what, 20 more to get out of this place?"
"No, friend...it's not the zombies. It's Kefka...he's sealed this whole building, with me inside...quite unfortunate, really, that my old a** would be stuck here, in old age, without anyone beside me...*sniff*...trapped in the middle of a massive zombie breeding grounds...God, I'd hate to be alive when he releases these things...there'll be thousands...maybe more. Good thing I'm old, huh? He he!"
Brian stood there in horror. Zombie...breeding grounds? God, this Kefka character was worse than he had expected! There must be some way to stop him, right?
"I know what you're thinking. There must be some way to stop it, right? Wrong. These beasties have a little added surprise...a neurotoxin that realizes your worst fears...the s**t runs through their veins, powers their actions...makes them stronger. I've yet to see how it works...but I've heard it's not just some hallucinogen. When you experience its power, you FEEL the effects, too. It like...changes our whole perception, from the mental to the physical...tough stuff, I tell ya. Newfangled contraptions...
I'm hungry. Got any food?"
Brian was shocked. This was big. Really big.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 8:28 pm
"Psh, that Kefka guy doesn't sound so tough. If I meet him I'll just give him somma this!" Spaz leapt to his feet and karate chopped the air. "WHUP-PAA!! HIII YAAH!!" He jumped around, kicking and punching at an imaginary foe. Oh yeah, he was obnoxious all right. "I'MMA KUNG-FU MASTAH!!"
Giggling like a little kid on a sugar high, he ran in a circle around Brian, Kali, and Migas repeatedly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 6:57 am
Kali's face paled when something moved beneath her. If there was ANY god up there to hear her pleas, let them go home, or get off his lap! It was worse than the ***** santa that sat in the mall at christmas time, at least that guy was only pretending to be old!
She listened half-heartedly to his story, looking confused when he spoke of the neurotoxin, and how it realized your worst fears. She thought back to the spiders, the black smog, and wondered if they had really been there...they felt like it though...she shook her head to clear it. Couldn't be. It was probably something else...
But this Kefka guy, why was he breeding ZOMBIES?! And exactly HOW did you breed Zombies in the first place...who was he...She was deep into her imagination, making an image and a story for him. He was obviously insane, and maybe he was a Zombie too...But that was her imagination working over time again. Who ever he was, she finally decided, she REALLY didn't want to meet him.
Looking over at Brian she gave him a pleading look. 'Good god get me off his lap.' She pleaded silently, wishing he were a telepath or something.'I'd pay someone for it, hell I'd touch a spider, I don't wanna sit on the creepy old dude.' she whined mentally, forcing back a shudder of disgust.,.
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