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 Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 1:51 pm
*Sierra blinks at him and then glances at Fiole.*
"That really isn't necessary... the bed's more than adequate. I can't really blame old memories on a set of linens now can I?"
*Closing her eyes just as she had with her breakfast, Sierra whispers a prayer of thanks to Gaia for it's sacrifice that she might eat.
Opening her eyes, the knife poised in her hand bites into the tender steak and cuts it into bite sized pieces, dipping it in the sauce that pooled about the meat on her plate and eats, enjoying the savoury blend of mushrooms and spices that enhance the meat's flavour., chewing daintily.
After a few bites she looks back to Victor and takes a sip from the glass set near her right hand.*
"That I have questions m'lord... Is rather a given since I've already asked several... The REAL question is... do you have answers for me this time?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 2:48 pm
In the sky, a dark creature with large wings flew through the clouds. It circled at first, giving it the appearance of a large vulture. Then, suddenly, it dove into the forest surrounding the City. With its landing the sound of thunder sounded in the area. He had landed. Those familiar with him would know the distinctive sound of his thunder. It was his way of checking if anyone he knew was nearby.
As the creature stepped out of the bushes, it could be identified as a man. He found a deer path through the forest and decided to follow it. Perhaps he would find a road? He waled through, a straw hat on his head, two large holes in the back of his yukata. The holes showed his thick back muscles and the scars carved into them. He no longer had the wings, as they retracted back into his body. He continued to follow the deer path, hearing the sound of chirping bugs. The aroma of the wildflowers was powerfully pleasurable.
He found the road. It was the one he saw from the sky, a long road towards the city gates. He followed it, the wind blowing his white scarf behind his slow-moving body. He began to approach the gate, wondering if any guards would stop him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 2:55 pm
Dash is once again back at the little cafe. Although this time, he's not laying the beatdown in Tic-Tac-Toe. No, he's eatting his tub of mashed potatoes, with extra gravey. He shovels plastic sporkful after sporkful of potatoe goodness into his mouth.
In spite of how hastily he eats, he refuses to get a drop of food onto his golden-yellow jump suit (complete with seemingly random red markings and patterns).
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 3:02 pm
Bolt was allowed in. He did have weapons, but he was no threat to them. As he walked down the street he would come up to random people, asking them questions. He asked a nearby fisherman, "Is there a tournament coming up?" The guy didn't like him, so he didn't answer. Bolt was shocked, so he walked around looking for somone kind.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 3:12 pm
Dash continues muching on down when a poster plastered on the cafe wall catches his attention. It appears to be an advertisement for some upcoming tournament. As he scans the text of the poster, it isn't long before he becomes entralled with the concept. The fact that there is a cash prize doesn't hurt either, although that's the least of his concerns at the moment. It's been a while since he last went "scouting", and this tournament would be a great place to make up for lost time.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 3:14 pm
[door opening, cringing] "Hey every--" ~BANG!~
Let's see what just happened now. First, there's that young lady. Thin, sexy piece of a gal with a cute face (although somewhat lacking real curves). Dark hair, deep eyes. A black hat, a white shirt, a pair of straight-cut dark pants, walking boots and a smile that'd make Frosty melt faster than the sun can say "booya". Not that the sun can speak any.
That girl, she's the one who spoke. She was also the one who entered the cafe, but she wasn't the one who banged. What banged was the huge, spherical rock she was carrying on her back. Made of crude, brown rock, wrapped in two ropes for the girl to hold it by, the jar had gotten stuck in the doorframe when the door had closed onto it. That threw the girl off-balance. That threw the girl to the floor. That threw the girl in a hissy fit.
"Goddamn ******** lousy piece of s**t!"
Pardon her french.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 3:17 pm
The sound of Bolt's steps filled the empty streets of a dark alleyway. He was tired of all the noise and rudeness. As he entered the alleyway, he couldn't help but feeling like a mouse in a maze. The walls grew close, and he plodded on with a determination to find information about the tournament. It was a dead end.
"Just my luck," He said with a sigh.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 3:21 pm
Dash, completely caught off guard, flings himself from his seat to a secure position under the table. It's just an instinct of his to dive for cover upon hearing loud noises. He glances in the direction of the disturbance and spots the culprit. Emitting a deep sigh, he rolls his eyes and attempts to stand. The result: A "bang" of his own. This one is skull against wood. "Sonuva..."
Whatever string of expletives Dash was intending on spewing was quickly silenced as he watched in horror as his mashed potatoes hit the ground with an effect similar to a papertowel commercial. "..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 3:38 pm
He looked around suspisciously. When he saw the area was clear of wary eyes, he sprouted two large wings, barely fitting into the alley. He flapped them, launching himself up and onto the roof of the nearest building. He retracted his wings into his body and ran across the roofs of the buildings, hopping alleys and looking for a kind face. He saw a Cafe nearby and sprinted towards the door.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 3:50 pm
Dash is in sheer awe. He stares at the mess of potatoes before him. He reaches forward, his hand trembling, and collects some of the potatoes on his fingers. He brings then examines thems, his eyes welling up with tears. "No..." Dash returns to his feet, picking up the now emptied styrofoam tub with his other hand. "No..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 4:03 pm
(( Erh, sorry, had to eat and then Gaia ate my post. ))
Pirates would blush at her current choice of word to describe how despicable she thought the door was. Getting up to her feet, she took the jar (still stuck in the door) with both hands and heaved, pulled, tugged, whatevered at it with what strenght her non-muscles could muster.
Strangely enough, it was still enough to pop the jar free.
Although ... again, the young lady was off balance. She was sent tumbling backward, dropping the huge jar, arms flailing until she tripped and fell.
On Dash, curiously.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 4:13 pm
Dash manages to crush the styrofoam tub in his hand rather easily. "NOOOOOOOO-OoOF!" The man's anquished scream was abruptly cut off as the weight of the lady knocks him off balance and onto the ground. He addresses the individual who collided with him in a rather calm tone, considering that deep inside, he's seething with rage.
"I would like to know what the person solely responsible for ruining both my lunch AND my day over the span of 15 seconds is named."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 4:19 pm
Bolt rushed into the cafe, noting a man crying over potatoes. He quietly asks, to no one in particular, "Does anyone know anything about the tournament coming up?"
He looks, a little confused, at the guy with the potatoes and some girl on top of him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 4:27 pm
"Eh?" Y'know, confusion and stuff. "Oh, erm, sure ... Diana." Fake name, of course. While she didn't make any move to get off the man, as he was rather comfy, she still somewhat tried her best to offer him a hand, for a shake and all.
Then came another man, another question, and more confusion.
"Tournament? What kinda tournament?" Blinkblink.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 4:31 pm
Dash doesn't seem all too amused, and ignores the handshake gesture. Instead, he attempts to shove "Diana" off of him in a not so gentle fashion. "Look here, Diana, I regret to inform you that-" That's when he notices the other guy enter the cafe, going on about the tournament, probably the one he read about earlier. His potato-induced rage is quelled for the time being.
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