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 Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 7:45 pm
" "Well," said the shop man, "I have a special Ka-nive and an Amino Sludge. I can't sell them to you. There's no point, they'll just take away the money. But if you really want the Sludge, someone else is doing an errand for me. If you help her, you can split it. You can split this stuff into as many parts as you want.
"The ka-nife I can't part with yet..."
...
The object on the ground to the north is a strip of what looks like leather, and it's got a coat of soot. It's not organic, but it's not poisonous either. But there's a little smoke coming from it."
((Garret Roaul
LVL 2
HP 89/110
MP 12/12
Medea Von Ulf
LVL 2
HP 110/115
MP 9/12
Nica Fryar
LVL 2
HP 97/110
MP 12/12
Trivicus Vire
LVL 2
HP 105/105
MP 13/13
Minus item: Vitamin C
Lucian Loudheart
LVL 2
HP 45/105
MP 13/13
Sylvia Adair
LVL 2
HP 80/115
MP 12/12
Kit Aleyomen
LVL 1
HP 100/100
MP 10/10))
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 8:55 pm
Trivicus picked up his strange find, looking it over, dusting off the soot. There didn't seem to be anything apparently useful about it. Still, it seemed long enough to be of some use. He pocketed it, then went over to the scene where his battle had occurred. He crouched to make himself look smaller as he tried to overhear what the important men were saying.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 9:23 am
Nica entered into the inn and looked around curiously, wondering if any of the others had made it here or if this was just a trap.
Still moving cautiously she makes her way to the counter. "Er, hello?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 1:41 pm
Lucian noticed one of his fellow revolutionaries enter the Inn behind him, and beckoned her up to the counter.
"My dear Gina, the shopkeeper down the way, Bernay said that our stay was on him. So, if you would kindly set us up with separate beds, that would be lovely. I assure you we will only need to rest for a moment."
He turned to Nica and faced the small woman. Her purple hair was rather pleasing to the eye, but he turned his eyes to hers as he asked her name.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 6:24 pm
"Gina, a short old woman, was hidden behind the counter until she spoke. "Two rooms? If you don't mind sharing a room... aha. Here's the key to room 12. Just up the stairs.""
"Hey, Vaughan?"
"Yup?"
"Are you... feeling better?"
"Yeah, I guess I am. I eel like I can think a lot better."
"Oh. Well, go on then."
"Right. Well meanwhile, Trivicus overheard the following conversation:
"Dude, yo, did you see the fight?"
"Oh man, it was so spider!"
"I know man, those guys with the guns were all "PTEW TEW" and the ops were like "NO WAIT" and she was all like "Don't you get up in my business" and the other chick was like "I made a potion out of a SEED!" and everyone was all like WHOA."
"Dude I know man, that chick with the blond hair was so hot, you know what I mean?"
"Aw, monkey! Are you serious?"
The conversation continued on like this."
((Trivicus
Plus Item: Carbon Strip (Alchemy Material)
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 6:40 pm
((okay, that was funny dillchip. I almost snorted soda when I read that.))
A faint smile on her face, Nica looked at the other vigilante and shrugged. "Just keep your hands to yourself and I won't be forced to break them." With an impish grin she takes the key, then turns and heads on up to the room.
So help me there had better be more than one bed in there...
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 8:17 pm
Kit blinks at the shopkeep and backs away slowly following the blonde guy thinking to herself that that was a lot of work for an icky sludge. Still deep in thought she sits down by Garrett and fidgets.
"Well.. crap.. If it'll work." With a sigh she looks at her new buddy, covered in blood and still looking a bit torn up. "I think I have to go do an errand for a creepy shopkeeper. I'm not strong enough to heal anybody too well yet, and you look like you could use it..."
She stands up and gives a stretch, her head turning to look for the shop man. "We'll just hope his price isn't too steep, eh?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 9:10 pm
((LMAO!! Oh my god! That was freakin' hilarious Dill! -Falls over laughing-))
Garret stood up as well and nodded at her, "If you don't mind then I think I may join you. I'd be interested in learning about that sludge..." He stretched his arms out and realized most of the pain was gone now and he actually felt much better. "Of course I'd also like to learn more about you and perhaps make sure you still don't think of us as wanted criminals or anything." He chuckled softly and shook his head at the sudden irony. "Actually...by now I'm sure we are wanted criminals." Garret laughed a little more then shook his head slightly to let the girl know he hadn't gone insane.
"However, before I go off I think it would be appropriate if we introduced ourselves." Garret smiled softly and bowed, a ritual that was way outdated the only time you'd see it would be during a movie or show. Coming back up his smile brightened, "My name is Garret Raoul."
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 10:05 pm
Lucian would have responded to her quip had he the chance, but decided to smile politely for the time being as he followed her up the stairs and into the room. It was rather plain, nothing fancy except for the curtains and a small vase of flowers on the bedside table. It had two beds. Whether that was fortunate or unfortunate was for the man listening to the story to decide.
Lucian took off his hat as he sat at the edge of the far bed, setting it on the table between them. He addressed the woman.
"Well, miss, I believe that as we are sharing a room, we should learn each other's names, don't you agree?" He rose from the bed, and extended his hand.
"I am Lucian Loudheart, at your service. And the name belonging to such a lovely young woman as you is...?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 2:19 pm
Nice looks at the bed then decides to remain standing. "Nica, Nica Fryar." She takes his hand and matches the firmness of his grip in the handshake.
With a small smile she takes her hand back and looks around the room before addressing him again. "So, Mister Loudheart, what made you decide to join in with us outlaws this morning?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 5:17 pm
((Sweet. Well, there's nothing for me to do now, no battles, no item collects. Which means it's time for... GRATUITOUS TANGENT!))
"Excuse me."
"What is it, Lan?"
"Bathroom break. Be right back."
Lanster arose slowly; he was not disinterested from the oddly descriptive story. Rather, he needed a good five minutes of reprieve.
There were no medical personnel in the hallway. Although the Sally Right Memorial Hospital boasted an array of "dedicated, determined denizens," a.k.a. staff, the faculty seemed to never serve any good because of the infrequency with which patients are monitored.
Nonetheless, whether or not any were on duty was not an issue to Lanster. He assumed everyone was taking a weed break in the lounge (he received a pay cut for refusing a cigarette from his boss, let alone a joint), based on the murmurs and static coming from the intercom on the far wall of the hallway.
He did his business and returned to the room.
"Wha- what?"
Vaughan lay in a crooked position with his eyes forced shut. He was trembling as if his whole upper body was palsied. A momentous spatter of vomit streaked across the width of the room in the direction Vaughan was facing.
"Lan?"
"Aw, supper. Hey. Hey! Are you alright?"
Other than the fatigue caused by the episode, he felt little that was evil but coldness.
"Hurr... fine. Puke..."
"Yeah, I got it."
Vaughan returned to his state of matter-of-fact stature as Lanster cleaned the mess. The inpatient was bestowed upon with some mobility in his arms, allowing him to clean himself. His coldness wasn't helped until, ten minutes later, Lanster threw a couple of blankets over him.
"You scared me there, bro."
"Yeah, sorry about that."
Three minutes of silence pass.
"Hey, so what happened next?"
"Huh?"
"You know, with Nica and Lucian at the inn, and Kit and Medea and Garret with the sludge..."
"Oh. Let me think..."
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 6:38 pm
With a shy little smile Kit bows her head back at Garret. "Er.. I'm Kit. Are you sure you should be doing this? I mean, you're hurt..."
What am I doing? I'm going to become a criminal like them if I keep going around with them. Why am I helping them anyway? Argh.. I am such an idiot.
"Well, let's go find the shop keeper then and see what he wants us to do for the sludge stuff."
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 10:15 pm
Garret smiled at the girl and gave another bow. "It's pleasure to meet you." He stretched again checking for any major pain but felt nothing terrible. "Oh no...I'm quite alright. These wounds will heal up on their own." The young blonde ran a slightly damp hand through his hair, walking slowly back towards the shop owner to get the information they needed. "I sure hope this sludge is as useful as I think it might be..." He couldn't help but chuckle nervously as he turned to see if she was coming with him or not, seeing how nervous she really was just be talking with him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 6:44 pm
Meanwhile a short boy holding a copper blade was stomping through the park. "I'll show them for taking all my stuff!" he muttered to himself as he marched towards the fountain. He aimed to bring the hoodlums responsible for his missing possessions to justice. Except he seemed to missing something important... a plan. Giving no regard to the consequences that may lay ahead for his rash and bold actions he continued marching blindly forward not even sure where to look or who exactly he was trying to find.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 6:04 am
"But this was silly for the boy to say, since all the cops and Threes had gone away. There was still a pretty good crowd that had kind of calmed down, but they still remembered that all their stuff was taken away.
Meanwhile, the Southern slums were relatively deserted. There were a couple old people and a child loitering outside their homes, and a cop patrolling. Just a cop, no one special."
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