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 Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 6:51 pm
"Sorry, I blanked out," said Lanster. "What did you say?"
"I said, Medea sat down and used the Vitamin C."
"Oh. What did the shop look like?"
"Well, there were two shelves. One was empty, and the other had a pair of claws ((Phalangites)) and an Amino Sludge ((Use Item)).
The floor was swept clean, except for one corner where all the sweepings were swept to. Don't ask why he doesn't push the dust outside. No one knows.
The walls are clean and polish-y, but there's a picture of a really ugly woman hanging on the wall next to the front door."
((Garret Roaul
LVL 2
HP 34/110
MP 12/12
Medea Von Ulf
LVL 2
HP 94/115
MP 12/12
Minus Item: Vitamin C x 1
Nica Fryar
LVL 2
HP 42/110
MP 12/12
Trivicus Vire
LVL 2
HP 58/105
MP 13/13
Lucian Loudheart
LVL 2
HP 45/105
MP 13/13
Sylvia Adair
LVL 2
HP 80/115
MP 12/12))
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 6:56 pm
"Oh right, I almost forgot. Sure, Nica also used a Vitamin C."
"Well wait," said Lanster. "Wasn't the blonde one already in the shop? Was Nica there too?"
"Umm..."
((Garret Roaul
LVL 2
HP 34/110
MP 12/12
Medea Von Ulf
LVL 2
HP 94/115
MP 12/12
Nica Fryar
LVL 2
HP 97/110
MP 12/12
Minus Item: Vitamin C x1
Trivicus Vire
LVL 2
HP 58/105
MP 13/13
Lucian Loudheart
LVL 2
HP 45/105
MP 13/13
Sylvia Adair
LVL 2
HP 80/115
MP 12/12))
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 7:01 pm
Nica gives the shop man a bright smile. "Yeah, I think we know what the Two's would do, so we'll just have to be quiet about what we did in the park. But you have to admit, someone had to do it."
She gives the shop a quick look around and moves over to poke at the Amino Sludge. "Heeyy, haven't seen anything like this, does it do anything cool?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 7:06 pm
A stinging pain suddenly swept Trivicus, as someone lightly brushed his shoulder walking past. Trivicus's thoughts were shattered, as he realized he really should do something about his shoulder. He had a Vitamin C, but he was one of the crowd. An unspoken rule of the crowd is that once one enters a crowd in this part of the city, one becomes the crowd. The crowd is it's own community, a community with a collective thought, a collective mind, a collective direction... and a collective inventory.
Walking just as seemingly thoughtlessly as he was before, yet now with an objective in mind, Trivicus approached a man in front of him, a man who was walking the same direction as himself. This meant the man's back was turned. And with this, Trivicus attempted to liberate the lightest, loosest thing he could from the man, with liquid slyness...
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 7:14 pm
Medea looked up at the girl who had just approached her. She recognized her as one of the people in the brawl, confirmed by what the girl said. Medea ignored everything, the offered pill, the comment on her injuries, everything except the thanks for her help. She looked coldly at her. "Why thank me? I did it for fun." Medea looked around the shop for something to wash some of the blood off of the cloth with.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 7:16 pm
"The Shop man smiled at Nica. "Makes you last longer. That's all I know about it. That, and it tastes awful."
Meanwhile, Trivicus was able to take a Pin from a man with a green shirt and greener pants. The pin was pressed into the pants fabric, and Trivicus just sorta pulled it out. That's all, though."
"That's lame."
"So are ponies."
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 7:31 pm
Trivicus held his breath--and the pin--until the green man had disappeared deep enough into the crowd. Then he sighed with disappointment. "Tough crowd," he quipped.
Trivicus took a seat at the nearest bench. He pulled off a loose thread off the corner of his shirt, then threaded the pin with it. He lifted his shirt over his head, so as to 'hide' in it and get a better look at his wound. It was monocolored inside, the same color as his shirt, of course. He withdrew his arms inside his shirt, and on the outside, he looked very childish. A grown man, hiding inside his clothing like a turtle. With the threaded pin, though, he carefully approached his wound, and pierced his skin just at the surface. Holding back a bit of squeamishness, he managed to sew the wound shut. He pinched the loose string and pulled off the pin, then left the tight quarters of his shirt. The light forced him to refocus his eyes. Once they focused, he saw a pidgeon picking at some idle crumb nearby. He threw the pin at the pidgeon, for no real reason.
His shoulder stopped bleeding, and Trivicus stood up, walking back into the crowd.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 7:31 pm
"Hmm.." She pockets the extra pill and turns back to the shop man with a shrug as if to say 'You just can't help some people'.
"Well Mr. Shop man, I hope no one hassles you about what happened today." With that she darts back out the door and heads back across the field, heading for home. She does stop briefly to do a very quick search of the other officer and downed Threeman before moving off into the crowd as inconspicuously as anyone with purple hair can do.
At least I'm shorter than most so it's easier to hide in a crowd. Now I just have to hope that no one comes looking for me.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 9:22 pm
((@Kishi Bojin: for clarification: so you took the Amino Sludge?))
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 9:50 pm
((No, I left it in case one of the fighters could use it more than me.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 11:25 pm
Trivicus's wound tingled. Not painfully, just sort of a ticklish tingle. The wound was feeling a little better.
Then he saw someone in the crowd. A very strange thing. People in the crowd are supposed to be indistinguishable from one another, and here he is noticing one from the rest. He recognized this person. It was that girl from the fight earlier. Had she seen him? If she had, would that be bad news, or good news? What did it mean for him if he was discovered in this crowd, by this one?
His worries died quickly; it didn't seem he had been noticed yet. Not really knowing what else to do, Trivicus decided he would properly introduce himself. He reached forth with his hand, then tapped Nica on the shoulder.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 1:06 am
[[Wow, of course the one day I can't get on to post, all that happens.]]
Lucian stumbled down the stairs in the back of the shop, clutching at his bruised body, gun loosely held at his side. It let off a dwindling whining noise as the Charge diffused itself, unspent. He was in pretty bad shape, but at least he wasn't bleeding to death. At least, he hoped he wasn't bleeding to death. There was no telling what kind of damage that boxing glove did to his insides. Probably nothing, but he would feel a lot better if he got checked out by a doctor.
He was slightly surprised to find the blonde knife-wielding girl sitting there. There was an orange-haired girl out front who he didn't recognize [He had not seen her after the battle, as his attention was focused on his pain and getting back down the stairs.] He would have spoken to Medea instantly if he hadn't been in so much pain. He addressed the shop owner.
"I would like to thank you for the use of your roof, and I was wondering if you knew if the doctor was still in town." He would have taken a Vitamin C had he any, and seeing as he had no money, he couldn't very well stay at an inn to rest up. A doctor or healing magic user were his only options. He wouldn't be able to last another fight in his current state.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 5:38 am
" "No, sonny, we can't afford a doctor!" The shopkeeper gave a smile, like he was surprised they didn't know, but it wasn't their fault or anything. "But you take your friends and tell the innkeeper Gina that Bernay, that'll be me, wants you all to rest up. I's sure she seen everything anyway." "
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 9:58 am
Medea got up off of her perch to examine the Amino Sludge when Nica left it be. Makes one last longer huh? Medea looked over her shoulder. "Hey Shop Keeper. You want anything for this item?" While waiting for an answer, Medea looked at the guy who just came in with a raised eyebrow. He looked worse for wear than she had. Medea leaned against the wall, arms crossed. She had stuffed the bloodied handkerchief in one of her boots, and her silver blade in another, after trying to wipe the blade clean. At the mention of a possible place to stay, Medea smirked. Looked like there were people who were willing to take in 'problem' people.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 10:33 am
Nica jumped and spun around, a strangled squeak escaping her lips. Looking at the man who had tapped her on the shoulder she started to calm down some.
He was one of us in the park, wasn't he? He sure looks familiar.
"Erm.. Yes? Can I be of help, sir?" Slowly she takes in the blood on his shirt and the large hole where a bullet had penetrated, not seeing the stitching on his skin. "Ohmigosh! You're hurt! Do you need help? I'm sure I can get some bandages or something."
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