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 Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 12:16 am
((last post for today because i have school too. razz ))
This time, Emma wasn't so fortunate to block the hit, and fell to the ground in pain. Owwie! she cried as she hugged her leg on the floor. All of a sudden, a flame of anger burst within her body, causing her eyes to narrow and her adrenaline begin flowing through her veins. "NOBODY hurts my perfect legs!" she shouted as she sprung up and swung her pole at the hand that was carrying the stick.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 12:18 am
There was a loud crunch and Stick became Empty Hand. He fell down, staring at his broken hand, and let out a single whimper.
Osiris suddenly stood between Emma and Empty Hand, holding out one hand to stop Emma and smiling slightly.
((*sigh* I should prolly log off too. good luck Aphro, and good night everyone.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:10 am
Emma's inner self jumped up in joy when she actually succeeded in getting the stick out of the man's hand. She raised her pole to hit him again with a new found strength, but stopped short when a dark skinned man appeared in front of her and discontinued the fight with a smile.
"What the heck!?" she complained as she lowered the raised pole. "I was just going to teach him who's boss!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:51 am
((In before school. D: Haha. Yeah.))
Anatoly slowed his heartbeat back to normal and allowed his adrenaline to recede, evaluating the situation. The dark-skinned man was very fast - he had taken the flame-handed man right out of his throw in the middle of it. Then, he'd gone past Anatoly and interrupted the - evidently somewhat vain - lady. This occurred before Anatoly could even react to his movement.
He came to a conclusion on what he was going to do. First, he was going to expand his emergency weaponry arsenal, in case this new guy was a threat who needed to be removed... violently. He quietly padded over to the Blazer on the ground to strip his hands of his fire Mystickers.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 9:11 am
((I feel so left behind crying ))
"Sorry, my fault." Blaine said, standing and brushing himself off. He compulsively checked his pockets until he was satisfied that everything was still there. He began to adjust everything on his body, his shirt, jeans, cross, rings, and his wristband. Without answering the man's question, he turned to run but found it was too late, the two thugs had already arrived, "s**t..." he mumbled.
Then a woman arrived. The two thugs seemed to be more focused on the woman and man than on him right now. Blaine felt relieved at this but felt he should do something, but what could he do? His eyes were still refocusing from the flash and he didn't know much about the mystickers everyone was using and now these thugs had them too!
One had put one on his skin, I'm not sure, he thought, But shouldn't that burn him?.
Suddenly, a man was appeared and stopped the fight, it was the man from before, "Wait!" he said, "You're that guy who dropped this." he held out the mysticker.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 10:35 am
Acquired: Fire 1
Acquired By: Venom3001
Osiris smirked and shook his head, dropping his hand as he did. He turned away from Emma and picked Empty Hand up, forcing him to stand. He whimpered again, so Osiris reached into his pocket and pulled out yet another Mysticker, but the group couldn't see what it was. A few seconds later, however, Empty Hand relaxed and flexed his hand.
Osiris turned back to Emma. "Please, join them," he said, gesturing to Anatoly and Blaine. His voice was deep and reassuring.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 4:14 pm
Anatoly raised an eyebrow at him. "What the hell is going on?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:10 pm
He bowed, sweeping his hat off his head. When he straightened up, he wasn't smiling.
"My name is Osiris Darke. These are my associates." The thugs waved sheepishly as they dusted themselves off. "What you have just seen was a test. While I am not completely satisfied with the results," he said as he looked pointedly at Blaine, "I believe that with work, you can become something greater. Specifically, a Blazer."
He stopped to let his words sink in.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:23 pm
She casually walked over to the two men after she glared at the dark skinned man. Emma then raised an eyebrow at his comment about Blazers and scoffed, "A blazer? Um, newsflash? Those don't exist, they're only a little fantasy story."
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:28 pm
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
He strode to Anatoly and, faster than he could react, snatched the Fire Mystickers out of his hand. Pocketing one, he stuck the other on his forearm. He ran a finger in the spiral pattern that denoted the center of the flame, and his hand and wrist were engulfed in flame.
"Does this look like a fantasy story to you?" he asked as he stood with his arm casually on fire.
Lost: Fire 1
Lost By: Venom3001
((This will occur if, like here, a Mysticker is taken [although in the future, it'll probably be much more hostile], traded, used up, or lost.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:48 pm
Emma jumped up in surprise and comically landed in a fake kung fu stance. "Don't scare me like that!" she exclaimed after a while after her nerves calmed down. She stood straight again and observed the man's arm. "So that's not a magic trick or anything? You're not looking for money or anything like that?" Emma questioned, still a bit skeptical about it. Not only was she-a-see-it-or-believe-it-girl, but she was a if-you-don't-explain-it-she-won't-believe-it girl.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:54 pm
"No, it's not a trick," Anatoly interrupted. "The guy I took out had them straight on his hand. I felt his skin when I peeled it off to make sure he wasn't a credible threat any more." He shook his head. "The Mysticker was right on his goddamn skin."
((No subtle thievery for Anatoly? crying
Also, I see double-parenthesis for OoC chat has spread from Cabal to here. biggrin ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 7:03 pm
Emma looked over at the man with the black hair with disbelief. "But I stuck it on my hand too and nothing happened," Emma complained with a pout, thinking that it would be cool to have superpowers like a super hero. She was already thinking up names like Electricity or EE for Emma Electric. A sweat drop appeared on her temple as she realized, I'm not really good with making up names.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 7:07 pm
Anatoly gaped at her, horrified. "You put one on your skin? You didn't, you know, activate it there or anything, though, right? I mean, hell, I must've read about three stories this month in the paper about people falling asleep on Mystickers and stuff like that and dying from the effects."
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 7:16 pm
Emma was once again in surprise, having no idea that putting Mystickers on your body could be harmful. "No, I didn't thank god. I usually don't really pay attention to Mystickers that much though, so that's why I was stupid and put one on my hand..."
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