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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:33 pm
Seeing the gaze fall on him, Brody would slowly reach back towards his gun, letting his mind reach out over the surrounding objects as well. The important part was deciding what exactly would prove the most useful. Finding quickly a large source of water beneath them, he tagged it before moving on. The tagging would just make that area easier to find, and therefore quicker to use. Water was always good if you couldn't find anything else.
EDIT: What the hell is this voice doing in my head was the first thought to rise after hearing her reply. Then he realized it as her reply. A bit uneasy, but glad she was ok, he was dismayed even more by her popping up behind the b*****d. That made both water and his gun less agree-able weapons.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:37 pm
"You--!" Guns' words were cut short by a knife. In his kidney. "Uh..." He fell to his knees, the grip on his Desert Eagle loosening. "Crap." He coughed up blood, and with the blood came a marble. Quote: Attack DeficitColor: Dark Purple Get +10 Attack, but suffer -5 Defense. The Attack bonus and Defense penalty go away when you take this off, so if you only have 10 Attack left, I'd advise leaving it on; alternatively, if you only have 5 Defense left, I'd advise not putting it on. His head hit the ground as he fell forward.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:43 pm
((Assuming he's unconscious...))
Owle snatched up the marble, shoving it into her pocket. She then glanced to Brody, a little wary of another marble user. "Don't worry. I'll take care of him."
Rage had been holding onto her bag of medical supplies for her, along with a golden toilet, which he'd dropped somewhere when the fight had broken out. Snatching her bag off of the golden potty, she returned to the cowboy's side, binding his wounds.
The wound tended to, she fished the other marble out of his pocket...then tied his hands together behind him with lots of gauze. As an afterthought, she even took his guns away and dropped them into the toilet.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:47 pm
((Fair 'nuff.))
The cowboy lay there, sleeping the time away.
((Now, off to find something new to GM! opaj, away!))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:50 pm
After seeing her clean his wounds, Brody decided that she propably wasnt one of the evil peoples that he was supposed to be hunting, so he turned down the strip and made his way to the nearest fast-food joint. It was about time to eat, and he was never one to keep his stomach waiting. Well, at least, not one to keep his stomach waiting more than was reasonable. He always seemed to be hungry.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:59 pm
Well, she had a couple of marbles now...hmm...I wonder what this one does? She had a good feeling about this light purple guy...
Popping the Dasher out of her left wrist, Owle staggered forward as a wave of unexpected nausea hit her. Quickly, she shoved the Defense Deficit into the hole the marble had left behind.
"Oh, gods...what was that?"
Her sense of equilibrium returned, Owle felt steadier than she ever had in her life. She felt rock solid, like maybe that guy could shoot her in the head and that bullet would just bounce off.
At the same time, she felt a little weaker for some reason...
Ah, well, she was probably just exhausted after that fight. Anyone would be.
She dragged the cowboy out of the middle of the street, propping him up against a nearby trendy store, and headed toward Affluency Row. They'd have to pick up Vahn, after all.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:19 pm
Finding a McDonalds tucked into a corner, Brody stepped through the door and breathed deep that fast-food smell. For some reason, he truly enjoyed the taste of fast-food. The current patrons of the store wouldn't have given his tattooes much of a look, as this was the Durem Strip, and tat's were cool. Maybe a bit of exclamation at the fact that the covered all that you could see of the right side of his body, but every fad had its extremists, and this was nothing new. Making his way to the counter, a line being non-existant, he ordered a Big Mac and two things of large fries, pulling the money out of his back right pokcet. His food was ready rather fast, and he carried it oustide, looking to find someplace more empty to eat. He wasn't one for large crowds, or eating near/with them. The clock tower looming in front of him, he decided to head back that way.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:21 pm
((I LIVE. For another thirty minutes, maybe.))
Just after his flame attack, Rage collapsed to the ground - the tip of the blade struck his left shoulder, slicing through coat, shirt, and a fair chunk of flesh. But Rage felt nothing, as he hit the ground, asleep, while the blade landed fairly harmlessly nearby.
A few moments later....
"Heh... not bad... Owle...."
Rage was on his knees, breathing heavily and using one of his swords to prop himself up. That fire blast had taken more out of him than expected - in his desperation he had sucked up some of his own fire powers with it, along with his energy. It would take a while before he'd feel back to his old self.
He had been unconscious most of the time, but managed to bring himself back into the world of the waking just near the end of things.
Without another word, he walked over to the side of the burned Samurai, kneeling. He couldn't tell if they were still alive or not, nor did he want to. "May your travels be safe... be them in this life or the hereafter...." Cursing loudly, he punched the ground, then let out a heavy sigh.
Moments later he looked over his shoulder, at the blade the man had left behind... interesting. Maybe he could get some use out of it after all. Walking over to it, he picked it up, surprised by it's heft and weight. He probably wouldn't be using it right away, but... it was always good to have souvenirs. He strapped it to his back.
"Owle... you okay? Looks like you put up one hell of a fight...."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:22 pm
Regardless of Owle's response, he headed after her towards Affluency Row.
((Playing catch-up before I have to go....))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:25 pm
((In the past...))
"I'm alright," Owle said breathlessly. "Let's just find Vahn and..."
She hung her head, suddenly realizing what they were going to do after they found Vahn.
"...get into more fights," she mumbled, heading off to Affluency Row with him.
((And back to the present, where Owle is heading towards the CoJ))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 3:08 pm
A hole appeared in a tent set up for one of those weird traders to peddle his goods. The hole was shaped somewhat like a gocart with a giant guy hanging off the back of it.
It originated in the tent direction facing towards the direction facing Affluency Row and exited in the direction of Downtown Durem.
Everything in the tent in between the exit and entrance point got wasted.
[Coming from Affluency Row, exiting to Durem Downtown]
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:44 pm
(Entering from Clocktower)
The disheveled form of Gareth Mordant hobbles its way into surroundings that matched...apparently caused by some massive rush of air.
Gareth: Second time today...what the hell?
With an ill-tempered shrug, Gareth finds an unoccupied stretch of wall and slumps down on it, sighing with relief at finally getting the weight off his legs...well, actually, at finally stopping moving.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:52 pm
Gareth begins to mutter rebelliously to himself as he waits, idly thumbing the buttons of the keypad of his phone. His head was throbbing, his stomach was heaving...this was not his day.
Gareth: "Pursuing a gunman...where's that c&%^ they're hunting? Mother-f*$r;s..."
Suddenly, he feels an odd sensation in his left hand...almost as though it's being tugged towards something. An instinctive guess puts it towards those marbles...and that there's a marble nearby.
Gareth: Hmm...marbles...marbles...that's it! Maybe getting one of 'em will make me feel better!
Little does he realize that he's sensing users, not marbles themselves. Letting the physical sensation guide him, he stumbles upright and limps into dangers he does not yet comprehend...
(Exiting to Downtown)
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:49 pm
Durem Downtown next....Little black haired woman with bow and arrows...
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