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 Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2005 8:26 pm
Tarik sighed softly as he watched the child dash up the stairs, the swaschbuckler following after. He had the distinct feeling that the two had forgotten Amunet even existed. He would have to remind them soon. With the grace and speed all cats were born with, Tarik followed after the two humans.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 9:17 pm
Up, up they would go, one running without a care in the world, the other trying to keep pace and finding himself in the company of a talking cat; where they go nobody knew!
Since all three of them could see well enough in the darkness as if it were normaly lit, everything that could have been described or featured under normal circumstances would be omitted. There would be no discernible detail, or perhaps crucial clue or item of interest that the trio could possibly spot in this "zero visibility".
And a such, onward we move.
The boy would be first to arrive, considering he was the one running, and if he continued to do so, he would find himself nearly toppling face forward (no matter the dexerity of the boy) and possibly getting his foot (feet) entagled in between several thinned planks of wood, which would result in his being flung over and not hitting the bottom for quite a while.
Why?
Because the steep steps, led upwards, through a man-made rock hewn doorway, and into an equally steep, narrowed wooden bridge. On either side of it, the expansive underground cavern extended, and equally boring bottomless chasm was underneath it.
The same dank smell would persist, and the ambience would include their echos as well as the sounds of the local inhabitants: bats.
Testing of the bridge would find it creaky, flimsy, and perhaps untrustworthy. There would not be much to be made out, in the trio's "Darkvision" (black and white spectrum assumably), so... would they cross it?
Elsewhere...
"Madame, welcome to my humble abode..." With a flourish, the man bowed low, before Amunet, giving her quite the smile. "Your feeling well, I hope? I found you with quite the amount of seawater in your lungs."
Standing straight up, and acting proper enough, he went to a nearby burea and began rummaging through it's contents.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:37 pm
o___O
Nearly tripping at the heels of the boy, Turriens would reach out and attempt to pull the boy back with whatever he could grab as he stumbled halfway through the doorway.
Well, this obviously did not seem like a great place to be. First a set of smelly stairs which were difficult to climb, and now a smelly bridge which looked broken down overtop of a bottomless pit. And there were bats by the sound of it, a lot of bats. Eww... just the thought of the animals pooping around the area made his skin crawl.
He stepped back into the stairway, placing his hand against the wall to steady himself. Gagging on the nausiating stench, he wondered where exactly were they. Well, first there was a cave from the sea in, and then some sort of underground. They couldnt be below sea level, as evident by the boats in the graveyard. He figured they were in a mountain or something.
Now, he decided they needed a plan, and loudly declaired this, "We need a plan!" he called out, echoes repeated back to him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 11:00 pm
Haha haa Ahahaaaa---GAK!
::Was heard as the boys laughter was quite loudly gacked short as he was grabbed. His footing was sloppy at best, what with all the chaotic running, and at this moment it was entirely lost. His feet flew up as his body fell back and landed smack on the hard stone floor. The sound of the bats didnt bother him, but not because it wasnt bothersome, rather simply because he hadnt taken the time to mentally process it.
And at this particular moment he was processing the pain from smacking flat into stone. It stung, and it stung alot, but he was brought out of his painful daze by his saviors proclaimation. He popped to his feet, pointed in the air, and said with much conviction...::
Yesh! We need, a pwan!
::And then immediately plopped onto his bottom, folded his legs, and began to think. Or rather he tried to think, of a genius plan. After a few seconds of that, he turned his head and saw the rickety old bridge and realized just what he was trying to think of a plan for! This realization led to zero ideas. He knew that with his sword, he was entirely too heavy, there had to be another way...something lighter....And so he sat, letting out the occassional "hmm".::
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 10:45 am
As the duo come to a favorable halt, with the short cavern and stairway behind them, the child might notice a particulary rancid stench about 2 feet away, directly ahead.
Should he choose to go closer to the area where the smell is issuing from he will note that it seems to come from the depths of the chasm that the bridge spans. Upon closer inspection, with his special vision, he might note activity in the depths suggesting the movement of some creature of great size. As they both stood there, one of them may take notice of a net-like bag made of plant fibers near the chasm's edge, stuck in the warm clay-like muck.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 7:05 am
::Favorable indeed! Unfortunately this stench was far from favorable. In the pitch black his eyes glimmered as if beams of light were dancing across a glazed surface.::
-Sniff- -Sniff- Eww....
::That stench was gross enough to lift him to his feet.::
-Sniff, Sniff, Sniff - Blech....Doesh anyone else smell dat?
::He stepped closer to the edge and leaned down. His knowledge of large creatures or stirring things wasnt all that great, and his intellegence level wasnt much to speak of. But he reached down and made a very hard tug on the greenish vine, as he was rather sure that it was the source of the smell.
He put both hands on it and pulled up as hard as he could, which honestly wasnt all that much, it was only about the same wieght of the average person.::
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 11:50 am
"Eww..." Turriens excalimed in his most whiney voice at the question 'if anyone else smelled that'. Promply plugging his nose with two fingers, he looked around, watching the kid pull at something when he would move closer to the edge of the chasm. However, something else caught his attention. Something big, and it was moving, as seen by the shifting heat signatures in the area.
"GRAH!" without a second to lose, the half-elf hurled another one of his throwing knives at the giant form, instinctively making an attack on it before it makes an attack against them, though of course, he really didnt know what he was throwing his toothpick of a weapon at with something that big moving around.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 1:21 pm
If the characters examine the vine bag after pulling it out of the earth and rinsing it off (somehow), they note that it is burnt black in places. This was apparently someone's bag; and it was at one time filled with something.
The smell, should any of them be used to the pungent stench, would remind someone of rotten fruit. Fruit which had used to lure something to this side of the ravine (characters note a few dried lumps of foreign matter). The fruit has over time deteriorated and left black marks upon the bag (much like those that would have been noted by the characters during their travels through the tunnel, had they lit any of the torches). If the characters put two-and-two together they will decipher that the bag was once filled with fruit; that it was used for luring something to the bank (this could be considered a long shot estimate by taking into account the fruits' fragrant/intoxicating aroma and the bag's proximity to the edge, not to mention the bag's openness (i.e., its holes); and that they should get, and then use, some of this fruit in order to gain the other bank.
Something seemed to echo out an almost inhuman screech, as the throwing knife struck against the darkness (teehee).
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 11:02 am
::Good partys have various people for various functions. A thinker, a fighter, a mage, a thief, a red ma--well you get the idea. Of this parties members, the thinker was most certainly not the boy who had just pulled up the sack. But thankfully he did know how to deligate responsibility. He turned around and lifted the sack up and said in a confused and yet curious tone.::
I founded thisth.
::He still had a bit of a lisp, but he got the point across. He lifted the thing up over his head so that everyone else could take a look at it. And hopefully put together some semblance of what to do.::
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 11:44 pm
Well, to Turriens it wouldnt look like much, as his vision in the dark was solely based on shifting heat signatures in the environment, so it would just look like a mess in the boy's hands. However, he really didnt like the sound made by whatever it was his knife hit, so he quickly pulled the boy back into the stairway as he hid himself.
Now, he needed light to identify what exactly the thing was, although it smelled kinda funny up close. He took one of the torches off of the wall and put it down across the ground by the stairs as he took out his last knife and began scraping, hoping to create some sort of spark to ignite the torch, sort of like the sparks produced by the boy when he ran up the stairway.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 3:13 pm
$A small boat rest out on the calm sea with the tiny wave lifting and dropping it smothly. The boat was to small to be a ship but was to big to be a fishing boat. It could house sven people tops, with a square hole space for the fish that were caught. It also had to cannons at each of the left and right sides. However, the only person on the boat was Tommy. he was laying down sleeping on the deck, the bright sun woke him and he opend his round blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of long shorts and a blue robe to cover his bare chest. he hands and feet were wrapped as well. He removed his robe and to prepare for a bit of exercise.$
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 5:45 pm
$ Tommy enjoied the scenery as it reminded him of his homeland, as did the Tundra, He walked over and lookeed over the railing of his boat. He saw many different fish swimming around the claen, clear sea. Suddenly, Tommy held his hand out to the sea, water vapor rose from the water and formed in a ball in his hand, soon enough he sqeezed the ball causeing it to squit out as the water turned to slush then to ice. The ball had formed into a hard long stick of ice that was continueing to form. it was forming into a more defined weapon. One side of it was sharpining aand after a few more seconds it had formed into a full detailed long spear. Tommy smiled at the swimming fish which might end up in his mouth.$ "Now..which one do I want.."
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 10:51 am
::Upon the boxes being put where they needed to be, Marissa goes searching for the captain to find out where their quarters would be. She pokes around finally finding him on the deck::
Excuse me sir, but where are the quarters for the three of us?
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 10:58 am
**starts nosing around for the mess hall, cook, or the nearest refridgerator with community food in it**
Less with the work more with the eat!
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 11:06 am
Sssssleeep already? Its only noon!
::He says with a smile and a smirk.:::
Ahhh, I get it, ya need your beauty sleep.
::As smirk and slipper as sin, slides across his lips, and a little wink. He licks another few sips from his cup before fiddling through his pocket pulling out what can only be described as a ball of keys. Not one or two, not 20 or 30, more like 200 to 300 different keys. It takes him a few moments to find the proper keys, but with slippery fingers he pops 3 seperate keys off the chain walks to Marissa with a smile even his mother wouldnt trust. And he offers them to her.::
Here ya go cutey.
::Another wink...lick lick.::
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Bwahahahaha!!
::It was one of those boisterious laughs that only a fat belly can produce. Yet it came from a 5ft 120lb man.::
Now thats the type of appetite I am being liking to see!
::There was a small chinese man behind the counter. He wore a black fighting gi, and a blask mask across his face. The type you might have seen Kato wore when fighting beside the Green Hornet. He had a spatula, a giant Wok, and a large series of ovens and stoves around him.
And he simply felt the need to impressive today. With a flick of his foot he kicked open the fridge behind him and kicked an egg into the air, gently and masterfully he caught the egg on the edge of the spatula...rolled it along the back of his shoulder and into the Wok, where a flick of the wrist tossed it up and cracked it. Again, a flip of the Wok, and egg yolk was tossed upwards seperating it from the shell, which a kung fu smack of the spatula sent to the garbage in just the exact moment as the yolk landed smack into giant wok. And it was slapped down on the stove before him.
A twirl of both hands and he drew out two different kinds of oil from the cabinets and twirled them about in a Kung Fu blitz. And he flicked them back with a distinct...and load..."Wataaaaa!!!"::
Spatjuku and Wok-Fu make you many yummy things! What will the Black Chef make for you long hair man?
::From behind his kitchen counter, he struck a sort of kung fu pose and waited for an order.::
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