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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:18 pm
He finally stumbled upon a promising place, it did have the name of:
Bob's Bomb and Explosive Emporium
That was good enough for him, he stepped inside the sliding doors and headed deep into the heart of the mid-sized store. Everything imaginable could be found here. But what he was looking for was quite old, and not that easy to find. After several moments of picking through different explosives, he found them: Potato mashers. Grabbing ten of them from a plastic bucket which housed them like a cheap child's toy. He stuffed them under his shoulders and asked the owner for a roll of duct tape. After getting it, Eustathios thanked the man and went back into hiding amongst the random explosives. He set everything on the ground and went to work. Pulling the spear head off both of his spears, he began to go to work. Setting several layers of tape all the sides of each head and the insides of the grenades. He then snatched the pairs of five grenades, and circled them around the two spearheads.
Setting those aside he pulled another spear head from the one which was full, save one, and put it in the spear lacking as many. He then stuffed the two now much bulkier explosives under each armpit and walked out. Hell, the owner didn't ask twice, he hadn't even paid. It was eerie. He needed to ask Gamma if he would put one of these in his pack to hold until later. Suddenly the man walked right in front of him, "Hey Gamma!" He shouted.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:25 pm
"What?" Not even a look.
Gamma was strolling with that s**t-eating grin on his mask. Right hand stuffed into the jacket pocket, with the left wrapped around the chainsaw's handle.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:26 pm
"Puttin' this s**t in your pack," He said and fell in behind the man, placing both of his monstrosities in the relatively small pack. Eustathios didn't ask how it worked, but it did. And then continued to walk to their appointed destination.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:33 pm
While they did that Miles had killed and then he followed after them. I slight bit happier.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:06 am
Through the Marketplace, the demoness would stride, her crimson eyes glancing this way and that. Her allies, Alia and Brad, were at her side.
The war was on; everyone she met was to be treated as an enemy. They had come this far through enemy lines, and they would not fall now.
Flare, the demoness, had midnight black wings, silver hair, and a rapier strapped to her side.
Alia seemed human, with cropped red hair. It seemed there was no part of her leather armor that had not been modified into a sheath or strap to hold a dagger in place. At her sides were two distinctive, halfmoon blades.
Brad was also human, mousy brown hair and brown eyes. He carried no weapons, and wore simple green robes in earthen tones.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:11 am
The shouts of battle reached Flare's ears from the direction of the Gold Mountain Casino. Motioning to Alia and Brad, she broke out into the run toward the entertainment.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:39 am
And in all this ruckus, somehow the parrot from in front of the Casino had escaped its cage, and was flying around the Marketplace. "Hello! You there!"
And it swooped down and started eating someone's hat.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:48 am
Rain continued her way down the road to the market place, even though she heard the guy yelling for her to stop. After another step she stopped and turned to face him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:06 pm
"Hello! You there!"
A bright blue parrot alighted on Rain's head, since she was stopping and standing still for a moment.
"Answer me these questions three! Er, four! I said four!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:15 pm
[FoP headquarters---->Marketplace]
Trei catches up to the girl, stopping just short to rest his hands against his knees, and let some of the caked blood drift from his eye. Already, the black and blue marble is settling in nicely, giving his eyes a very unreal look.
"You... ain't even gonna say... thanks?" The young man tilts his eyes up to the girl, shooting her a roguish grin. Now that he's got a marble, his energy is starting to build back up nicely, and his normal attitude is starting to come back with it.
"Or maybe at least share the plan, o thankless one?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:17 pm
"Hey! You there!" the parrot would shout at Trei. "How do you put a giraffe into a refrigerator?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:20 pm
Rains eyes glanced up to the bird that was sitting on her head, "Eer Hello?" The unwelcome guest on her head made her feel odd. She looked from the bird to the person who had to have been associated with the blue parrot, "Questions?"
Turning from the person back to the man from the headquarters, "Plans? ... and Questions..." she glanced back to the bird, "My am I popular today..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:21 pm
[Marketplace]
Trei looks at the bird for a split second, his eye registering a "wtf" moment; however, smartass bird requires a smartass answer, ya?
So, the young man taps the blade on his back, and sends the bird a grin that he only hopes conveys doom of the utmost variety.
"in very little pieces."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:24 pm
There was no person. Just a parrot. It was the one speaking, as parrots speak, in a squawky voice.
"No, no no!" the parrot berated Trei, ruffling its feathers in agitation. "Thinking too much gets you nowhere!"
It's beady eyes glanced down at Rain. "Do you have a better answer? How would you put a giraffe in the refrigerator?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:27 pm
She glanced up at the parrot and thought for a second, "Hmm simple... Open the refrigerator, put in the giraffe and close the door."
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