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 Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:17 pm
Coll entered the area and was immediately overcome by the smell of smoke. Disgusted, the centaur held a hand over his nose and mouth, and galloped down a side street, trying to avoid most of the destruction and whatever fires may have been left burning.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:18 pm
Enter the Yamaha with the Elven Warrior straddling the rather comfortable leather seat, the engine drowning out most of the noises surrounding the vehicle and the immediate shopping stalls. Again, repeating the engine killing and kickstand deployment, Ruu went about checking the market stalls for any signs of a Petal of any description or another lifeform to talk to.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:31 pm
Still no sign of any petals, maybe it was just a bout of bad luck coming his way, eh? This wouldn't stop him from searching the area though, what with the pleasant smell of burning reaching hsi nostrils telling him someone else had been here and found nothing, meaning that any untouched area was still ripe for the picking.
Still, with nothing to go on, Ruu had to strain his ears in order to hear something. It just so happened that the galloping of hoofs against the cobble floor made quite a loud noise, loud enough for the Elven ears to hear anyway, so Ruuvan quickly broke off from his preset search pattern and decided to chase after that strange sound, making sure to follow its every move and hopefully find what was making that noise.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:49 pm
Alas, our hero was thwarted by a squad of travelling Marshmellows who quickly englufed the Elf and sent him into a deep, tasty slumber.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 7:07 pm
Coll stopped in an alley, still cursing the noise that his own body made as he moved about. He noticed a number of rags at his feet, and quickly improvised a way to muffle the sound of his hooves on cobblestones. A moment later, he sped off again in an easterly direction, still scared for his life.
As he ran, he passed the figure of human lying on the ground, covered by tiny, white, puffy objects of some sort. He shrugged and continued to gallop.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 12:39 pm
"I can find something here, there's gotta be a drug store with real bandages..."
A hobo suddenly attacked him, he had dark skin and had some white powdery stuff over his little moustache. He smelled vaguely of manladies and alcohol. Kit wrinkled his nose as the man crawled up on his leg and said desprately,
"Drugs?! I needed teh drugs!"
Kit kicked the hobo off of him and went into somewhere called CVS.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 6:46 pm
Thankfully, the little drugstore had pretty cheap prices for medical tape and bandages. Underheath his shirt was a huge mess of tape and bandages over his bleeding wound. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough for something to cure his swelling face.
Oh well.
He headed north.
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