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 Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 7:03 pm
His opponent wasn't trying to advance on him. Smart kid after all.
Walking along, Charles saw the damaged love hotel. He had an inkling that's where he'd find his comrades. Sheathing his scythe, he entered the love hotel to find it just as chaotic as it was outside.
Except that it was all on purpose. Save for the hamburger with legs, doing a rather provocative can-can while a small crowd of thimbles with googly-eyes watched in awe, googly-eyed awe.
The Chauffeur reached the room with the outer damage, as estimated by the placement from the outside to its placement inside. That and he could clearly hear Stryphe and Allen talking. These walls were made to advertise, not dampen noise.
Charles walked in on the advertisement being played back. "A new game in Barton Town? ********, this place never gets dull."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 7:28 pm
He listened to the message as he broke the rest of the glass out of the windowsill, so as not to cut himself on it, and yanked his halberd (with little effort) free from the outside of the building. Left behind was a completely shattered window and a gaping hole in the wall where the halberd had gone straight through the side of a building like a knife through butter.
"Feh," He scoffed, "a game, indeed!"
He turned after pulling his weapon through the window to face Degs and Al, now between the bed and the window.
"'Reknown, wealth, and power'," Stryphe mocked, "give me a break."
He climbed across the bed and stood against the wall the head of the bed was against, facing in towards the other three.
"It stinks, that's all- christ, they're called the 'Petals of Chaos'! Not 'Petals of Happy-Fun-Plushie-Get-Rich-and-Powerful Time'- and that tells you something. Damnit, I need a cigarette."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 7:38 pm
"The whole set up stinks. But that, of course, is why I'm involved. Somethings going on, beyond the 'game'. And I want to know what."
Allen was serious, his mind clearly focused again. Even the bloodloss couldn't cut down on that now that he had both Degs and Stryphe here to keep him on his toes. And his mind was sharp enough for him to realize he should take a glance at his reports, to see if anything interesting was happening.
His wings had stopped bleeding. Another few posts...err, minutes, and he'd be ready to unsummon them and go, ready to fight even if he'd still be feelign the pain.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 7:39 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 7:41 pm
"Ka-caw. Ka-caw." <-- Bird sounds because I'm bored and have nothing better to do. Also, Dae hops around the roof a bit.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 7:54 pm
He nodded in agreement with Al just before smirking and letting out a "heh" at Degs' comment while gratefully capturing the package sent to him by his buddy.
"I said the same thing when I came in, Degs" He said, smiling and pointing at the window just as the sound of nearby bird sailed into room from outside. There was a bit of silence as he broke open the Smokes and, looking rather drawn into what he was doing, pulled out a cig and placed it into his mouth. Finally, as he put the pack into his right back pocket, he looked up.
"So," He said, tilting his head towards Degobah in re-initiation of conversation, "did you get breifed by Brown? Or did he just throw you out of a helicopter, too? Bytheway,didIhappentoleaveanyonealight,aswell?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:04 pm
"Thrown by helicopter? I wish.... wait, no I don't. I can't skydive for s**t. No, I was doing some money runs for J.B. when I came across some pretty weird stuff going on. Well, that and Crim."
Charles tossed his green-flamed kanji lighter (the kanji being "peace" on one side and "chaos" on the other) to Stryphe. Looked over he noticed Flare. "And who is this helpful woman?" he said, motioning towards her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:11 pm
Dae hopped over to the edge of the roof and with a flutter of wings he was up in the air. He circled the building once before noticing the broken window. "Ka-caw ka-ka-caw" <-- Bird speak for, "Ooooo. I wonder what's in there."
The raven went into a sloped dive, aiming for the window. If one were listening to the thoughts in his head, all one would hear is Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries," as he zoomed through the opening.
With a fluttering of wings, the stately raven perched itself on Stryphe's head. "Ka-caw caw ka-ka-caw!" <-- Bird speak for, "Surrender your shinies!" Not that anyone would know that unless they could read his mind?
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:11 pm
"Her name's Flare. She's been helping me, though I'm not quite sure why."
That was all Allen said as he typed away at his computer, sifting through the information he could find on strange events.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:18 pm
Charles nodded at Flare. "Charles, Degobah, Degs, the Chauffeur. Pleasure to meet you."
For the umpteenth time today Charles raised his eyebrow. "Stryphe, you've got head-crows. You should see a nurse."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:18 pm
Closing his eyes to savor the flavor of the Smoke, Stryphe lit the cigarette. He was planning on thanking Degobah for the help and was also planning on asking Al how his wings were doing, but then a third winged creatured entered the room- this one through the window Stryphe'd broken.
He slowly opened his eyes as he lowered the lighter away from his face and tossed it back to Degs. Feeling like some sort of statue with his weapon barely managing to fit in the room in his left and and a bird on his head, Stryphe really didn't know what to think about the intruder.
"I was beggining to question if I was really smoking tobacco or not."
He twitched his head from side to side.
"Go 'way, bird."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:28 pm
"Ka-caw caw. Caw" <-- Bird speak for, "Shinies, I say! Now!" Dae did not go away. All Stryphe's struggles earned him was bird s**t in his hair as he agitated Dae by moving his head. Dae promptly took flight while speaking, "Ka-caw Ka-caw!" <-- Bird speak for, "I s**t on you." Dae promptly landed on Deg's head and proceeded to make a nest in his hair.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:28 pm
Out of nowhere a ball of blue energy appeared in the centre of the room.
It had reached its destination, and just floated there for a bit before fading away.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:39 pm
Birds landing in his hair, blue balls of light. Charles half-expected that he was in some new Stanley Kubrick movie.
"Hey there birdie," he said, looking upwards. "Just don't poop in there and I won't have to shoot you."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:40 pm
"No ******** way did that bird just s**t on my head," He seethed through clenched teeth, the filter of the cigarette being unjustly punished for the birds actions.
And then there was a faint blue glow, emanating from an orb of energy that had just simply appeared in the room- and just as fast as it had showed up- it dissapeared.
Strange...
For a second, he completely forgot about the bird feces in his hair.
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