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 Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 5:56 pm
"Fine then, guess you miss out then."
Shouyin took a few steps backwards, turned, and headed towards the car.
He might regret it later, but if all else failed he could hit her with the Impala and steal it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 6:14 pm
Shrugging, Shouyin went back to the car. Quickly getting inside, he re-locked the doors, and pulled the piece out to inspect it further. Now, he wasn't much good at this kind of thing, but he could certainly tell from the shape that, unless it was crafted to look like a golden piece of ornate pie, there was probably more to this lil' piece of treasure. Seemed like his search for clues in this hunt for the petals was finally coming to some sort of fruition. He, despite the lack of work required in obtaining the piece, proudly put the item deep inside the duffelbag in the backseat, tucking it further underneath the leather bench and masking it somewhat with his backpack.
He then turned around, started the car, and drove after Myst.
The half-golem wasn't gonna run her down, not yet at least, just a good ol' fashioned tail.
DESTINATION NEXT: East Gate
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 1:48 pm
 Sarielle had held her course with remarkable ease; the neat grid of streets made it impossible not to notice if she strayed.
...too bad she was headed in the wrong direction.
The music of the fountain reached her long before she broke free of the houses and saw the gentle cascades of water.
"I think your faith might have been a bit misplaced, Angel," Sarielle murmured softly to herself, realizing her mistake. She knew he couldn't hear her, but still, it made him feel a bit closer.
Well, he may not have given her all of her memories - it was a possibility she'd already considered - but she could at least rule out "homing pigeon" as one of her former incarnations.
Her leather sandals, laced up high on her sun-bronzed calves, made little noise as she crossed the stone courtyard, to dip her fingers in the cool water as she reconsidered her position.
She knew Barton a little...maybe all she needed was a better view.
Lazily flapping her near-invisible grey wings, Sarielle perched on the topmost point of the fountain. She could see better this way, odd stares be damned.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:11 pm
Yes, she knew Barton a little...but had she known it better, she might have realized the stares were less because she'd just perched like a giant bird on the fountain (Do they think I'm going to leave bird droppings all over the place??) and more because they knew what was about to happen next.
Because it seemed this warm spring day was one of those times when the fountain "had enough pressure;" and several jets of water shot upward just as Sarielle thought she understood where she'd taken a wrong turn.
The sound that escaped her lips as water from the fountain shot up the back of her dress would have made a banshee mother proud. Not only was it totally unexpected, but it was cold!
Sarielle flopped and flapped like a thing possessed. Water splashed into her eyes, disorienting her further. An intoxicated chicken would have been more graceful.
At last, the barrage ended, and Sarielle let herself land at a safe distance, still sputtering and trying to wipe water out of her eyes. Ignoring the giggles bystanders attempted to stifle, she beat a hasty retreat.
[Exit N. to Barton North Gate]
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 7:02 pm
And so Kit trotted along the road to the fountain, on his way, he saw a little dandelion and a bunny who wanted to help him find a...
Wait, was he high or something?
And what was with that cheery music in the background?
Kit yelled in his head, STOP IT! and kept walking.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 7:04 pm
The little fox went down the road, barking at the cheery music when it tried to start playing again.
He went towrds the north gate.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 2:49 pm
Whoa.. Deja vu... Wait a moment.
Kit was here a few minutes ago! Grr, going around in circles wasn't going to help him have any more fun than earlier, maybe going west again will help him find something. Besides, chances are he lost his partner in the forest, might as well try to drag him outta there before... Wait, why did he care anyway? He had a big sword, which he knew how to use, seeing him breakdancing and all. Kit tilted his head and thought for a moment.
I'm no stalker... he thought to himself, But destruction does seem to follow him....
So kit headed towrds the west gate again, not because he was attached to the guy; That wasn't like him, but enjoying mass destruction was!
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 2:52 pm
Kit walked off, Athan better be there or he'll just be wasting his time.
Again...
((To the west gate!))
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 6:09 pm
Owle flew into the Barton Fountain Square in abject terror, fleeing from the gigantic letter T. Scared and tired from her flight, she sat down to rest at the fountain.
She was still wearing an oversized Pope's hat.
Edit: It was cold out, so she asked Rage if she might rest in his jacket pocket. Of course he agreed, and she turned into a sparrow...still in a little Pope's hat...and plunked the coin into his pocket, then nested atop it. Soon she had fallen fast asleep.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 6:29 pm
When Owle awoke, she felt refreshed, rejuvenated, and worried anew, but also...joyous. She hopped out of Rage's pocket, returned the coin to her own...then put a hand to her stomach, imagining she could feel the life there.
But she couldn't just sit here. Now that she was recovered, she had a game to play.
Through Flare, she had learned of a giant flower in the Guild Sector. She could see the Guild Sector, off in the distance...it was so nearby, that she went to check it out.
((Exiting to the Guild Sector))
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:39 pm
Suddenyly a black Viper appeared at the fountain. Charles was gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"That..... WAS ******** AWESOME!!!!!" he yelled as he opened the door and every single Disney aquatic character poured out of the car.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:52 pm
"My cigarettes are waterlogged," He mumbled, "and I nearly lost my goddamn weapon in the ocean."
Outside his door, he let go of the dripping halberd with a "clank" coming from the ground. After this, he slowly opened the door and stepped out, following a steady stream of saltwater.
"Other than that," He smiled, "it was pretty sweet. I hope Al's alright, though."
He looked around- seems they'd been washed all the way to the center of Barton. How convenient? While reaching into his back pocket and tossing away the drenched pack of cigarettes, not bothering to try and salvage any, he asked Degs if his phone still worked.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:55 pm
Out of the air a voice sounded, loud and clear.
"THERE IS ONE DAY REMAINING IN THE GAME OF CHAOS!!!!" wtf?! HAd that much time really passed? But...no one had slept...were they all legally insane more then before seeing as how they had gone 6 days without sleep? A large loud echoing cackle continued flooding the sky as lightening without thunder crashed down before 3 milkmaids of yore danced in front of Stryphe and Degs, singing. Their skirts sancing about their legs, looking innocent yet saucy.
"Three little maids from school are we
Pert as a school-girl well can be
Filled to the brim with girlish glee
Three little maids from school
Everything is a source of fun
Nobody's safe, for we care for none
Life is a joke that's just begun
Three little maids from school
Three little maids who, all unwary
Come from a ladies' seminary
Freed from its genius tutelary
Three little maids from school
Three little maids from school
One little maid is a bride, Yum-Yum
Two little maids in attendance come
Three little maids is the total sum
Three little maids from school
Three little maids from school
From three little maids take one away
Two little maids remain, and they
Won't have to wait very long, they say
Three little maids from school
Three little maids from school
Three little maids who, all unwary
Come from a ladies' seminary
Freed from its genius tutelary
Three little maids from school
Three little maids from school"
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:56 pm
Charles checked it. Sure enough A~E hadn't made a shitty product. "Still good. I'll try calling Crim," he said, putting the phone into effect.
While waiting he looked around. "Barton Fountain.... wasn't there a giant flower in the guild sector or something? Crim said it earlier..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 8:13 pm
His jaw dropped at what he'd just witnessed.
"Makes me want to either shove a pencil in each ear or go back to school."
((Eat me, I'm tired.
Neat poem, by the way.))
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