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 Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 7:11 am
((Alice))
"Hah! There we go! Now, let's see this baby in action!" the old b*****d proclaimed.
He beckoned for his wife, who shuffled over, still tending to her wounds.
"Y-yes, Bobby?" She waited patiently.
The old man paused for a minute, looking you two over. It seemed he had something on his mind...he licked his lips...but shook his head, waving her away.
"...we'll get there when we get there..." he sighed. "First thing's first. Close your eyes and - when I count to ten - whisper...'Funeris'."
The word shivered through your spine like a pleasure unknown...
He backed away slowly...moving for the door...
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9...
10.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 12:15 pm
((Kali))
Dejectedly, Kali looked out over the Nabuo lake, where "Lake Michigan", by now a distant memory of the Pre-Scar world, once lay...it had been 3 months now since she ran away from home, and no sign of any towns, villages, or even intelligent life forms yet. She had fended for herself the best she could, but needed a break from it all. The sun was beginning to set, warming the sky with golden hues that bled like watercolors into the tree and ancient shrapnel-lined horizon.
Bag at her feet, she stretched out over the red-colored field, feeling the cool blades caress her skin. Nabuo was one of five lakes that grew this "alien" vegetation, a mutation that came about partly due to pollution...and partly due to the red clay in Nabuo's basin. Breathing in heavily and closing her eyes, Kali thought of home...
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MG Forever rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 1:47 pm
The walls and floor writhed around Spaz's airborn body like a living thing, dislodging clouds of dust and raining debris upon him. As a free runner, he relied heavily on his spatial sense to pull off his gravity-defying acrobatic maneuvers; however, with everything twisted by the troll-powered shockwave, directions like "up" and "down" no longer applied. It was playing hell with his ability to discern direction.
The wall he was being propelled toward, however, was very real and very solid looking. But was it supposed to be upside-down and coming at him at a rather bone-jarring rate of speed? Spaz thought not, but he'd been wrong about stuff like that before.
Tucking into a ball, he attempted to rotate his center of gravity so he'd hit the wall feet first and absorb the impact by flexing his knees.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 1:53 pm
((MG))
THUD.
Well, that didn't quite work. Unless by "feet" he meant "head"...Spaz hit the wall hard, tiles raining down around him. He wasn't passed out or anything, but a huge lump formed on the top of his head as the muscled booger ahead of him laughed heartily...ouchies.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 1:50 pm
(I think you know why I haven't checked in till now. This is the right place, no?)
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 2:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 2:44 pm
Esriel stood for a moment, looking at where Agent Night once stood. With no other real option, he peered into the stairwell. He cautiously proceeded up the stairs, hoping to stay clear of trouble, and fing Night.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 2:46 pm
((Ashest))
Snapping awake with a jolt, Ashest awoke from a blank, cold dream...one that lasted forever, but consisted of simply darkness...
Damn. Still in the Testing labs....
Ever since she had some sort of...outburst...she couldn't ******** get away from these people. They shot her with horse sedative (it might as well have been) and locked her in this damn gas chamber, ready to be cracked open like an entree at Red Lobster...
She looked at her arms and legs...still cuffed. She was on a metal table, flat on her back with metal restraints holding her down...
The outburst...she couldn't really remember...they must have ******** with her head...all she could remember was...smiling...and a handful of needles aimed ********. Some dickhead, that's for sure...she just couldn't remember who or even why...
Pretty soon, it wouldn't matter, though. Probably gonna get lobotomized anyway...
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 3:03 pm
((Ezriel))
Night...what a strange woman. Ez didn't really..."get" their kind. They were always black and white; one might be completely different from the rest...one might love you...and...one...might, well...die in your arms.
"NO. No time to think of mother, Ezriel!" snapped a cold voice in his head. "You must follow Night and get to Ellisent! Climb the steps and get to the damn 10th floor!"
He loved it when this happened - beautiful shimmers of hope, his conscience could provide more mental clarity for him than any number of hours set in concentration. It got results; he owed his life to this little personal worry-wart of his...
Staring into the rusty corridor, Ezriel swallowed his pride, his fear, and every restriction along the way.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 3:15 pm
Ezriel began to walk, then run up the stairs. Not taking in anymore caution, let his mind free; free to think and imagine as it pleased. Stumbling over a few steps, he felt no weariness. His mind was to preocupied to sense his body running.
*SLAM*
"Perhaps you should have paid a little more attention." Ezriel thought to himself, as his foot missed the step and he landed face first on the stairs. He got back to his feet, and continued forward, this time a little slower, and more aware of his surroundings.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 3:20 pm
((Voba))
His mind sharpened for a moment.
Voba never knew if he was awake...asleep...dead...or in a sheer fantastic ecstasy. His dementia was getting pretty...rough by now. It had been months since he'd had coherent thoughts, and when he once split open the heavy curtains of his mind, he noticed that he was in a steel cell with thick, dull walls....and no windows...except for the one to space above his head...at least, he thought that one existed...
He was a vegetable. Unable to perform on his own, his mind constantly wandered as others cared for him. He thought of space...of time...and how to bend both to fit his internal slumber...light seemed to bend around him, and after what seemed eons, he could rattle the air in his room with his invasive thoughts...and he knew this was no delusion.
One day, however, he "awoke". The air stood still and felt good, dancing around his stubbled chin...he blinked, for the first time in days, and his sullen eyes surveyed the room.
In a calm, understanding manner...he yawned...and the room itself seemed to bend inwards, as if made of rubber. Voba was not surprised. In the farthest corners of his mind, he had honed even more complex realizations and birthed many a "new world". He didn't have to explain his reality to himself or anyone else. He had found the "secret".
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 3:23 pm
((Ezriel))
This new floor consisted of what seemed to be staff quarters...a recreation are if you will. Directly in front of him lie a deserted cafeteria...tables, chairs...food...even a small Bal-Mart...
At the far end was a sharp right leading to some sort of corridor. Ez rubbed his head...where could Night have run off to...?
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 4:11 pm
Ezriel looked for anything he could take with himself on his way to find Night. He searched the entire area for knives, reflective objects, something that could be tossed at people to slow or injure them, and the like. Most of all, he wanted to find something to carry food and water in. He knew this little 'adventure' would last longer than his stomach would appreciate. He wanted to be as prepared as he could.
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