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 Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 8:37 pm
Blitz laughed at Anc's orders. "Sorry big guy. You're gonna have to load your own stuff." He moved alongside Artemis. "Besides. My way is quicker." He picked Artemis up and sped off toward the dome.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 8:38 pm
Burning Disaster Blitz laughed at Anc's orders. "Sorry big guy. You're gonna have to load your own stuff." He moved alongside Artemis. "Besides. My way is quicker." He picked Artemis up and sped off toward the dome. Anc looked around at the bar. "What? Noneya mundane-folk wanna get outta this dump?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 8:40 pm
And Artemis sped off towards the dome on Blitz's shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 12:00 am
Ruby slipped into Dementia, pushed past the Titan and the other folks, and headed down towards the basement, without stopping.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 11:43 am
Talia entered the club, hot on the Ruby look-alike's tail, following her past everybody and down the stairs.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:12 pm
As Ruby ran she sliced open the vein at her wrist. She headed towards the end of the hallway and into the tunnels, and then turned around, creating a wall of blood, strong as steel, at the opening of the tunnel, blocking talia's path. She continued through the tunnel and out to the wastelands beyond.
(9 1 40)
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 2:42 pm
Soul Stealer's enchanted steel blade made short work of the blood wall, and Talia plunged into the dark tunnel after the imposter. She moved swiftly, aided in the darkness by Larrisa's enhanced senses, which enabled her not only to see where she was going, but to know which way her quarry had fled. It didn't hurt that she had traveled this route before, either.
[mp7, sp4, lp45, absorbed0]
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 11:30 am
Xeen Soldevi ArynChris A.C. slumped at the bar and nursed a full Vesper.
((A Vesper is James Bond's drink: A dry martini in a deep champagne goblet, with three parts Gordons, one part vodka, a half part of Kina Lillet, shaken very well until ice cold, then given a thin slice of lemon peel.))
It was the only drink mix she knew of, besides things like Bloody Marys and Sex-On-The-Beach, or Zombies. And it seemed appropriate. What do you call it, when you witness enemy activity and aren't caught? Spying.
Aryn Chris, spy. Yeah, right. Somebody somewhere was playing a huge practical joke on her. I mean, didn't she just hear more people talking about this? Like, a second ago? Pitchforks at the dome... as if such things still existed. Just a metaphor, A.C. knew, but an old one. Was this a witch hunt, now, instead of a revolution? Or were they the same thing, where the Enemy was involved? She just didn't know anymore.
Whoever was playing this joke, they sure had a twisted sense of humor.
She thought about that for a minute.
Huh. This twisted, it must be God. Anc stepped in, shaking off dust and grit off the shoulders of his coat, the chainmail covered in what looked like blood. He sat down next to A.C Then his voice whispered through her mind. He then turned to Snapps.
"The usual, mate. Put the gal's on me tab, too."
Vaguely she thought of telling the man that she had paid her way in advance, but discarded it. That would require talking. Eventually, she knew, she would wonder why anyone would want to buy her a drink. Could be a Good Samaritian thinking she was down on her luck and low on Marks, or it could be some guy looking for action with a drunk. Didn't really matter, though.Xeen Soldevi Anc looked around the bar. "What? Noneya mundane-folk wanna get outta this dump?"
"Dude," she said without looking at him, "did we or did we not crawl into 'this dump'? We're here to get drunk, not pitchfork the Dome." With that, she took a swig of a nearby bottle of whiskey and chased it down with the first half of her goblet.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 11:58 am
Verve heard the comment, and despite his best efforts felt he had to intrude. "I'm sorry, but people don't just drink to get drunk... Not in a place like this anyway." Verve got up from his seat, stumbled a bit, and then teleported behind the bar. "People drink for confidence. People drink to get a buzz. People drink for a lot of reasons... But not just to get drunk." He continued on as he filled his glass with water. "You've barely said a word since you got here, you haven't smiled, and I doubt you're building up your confidence." He pulled a packet from his pocket and added it to his drink. "So what brings you here? What's got you so pensive and gloomy?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:21 pm
Have we mentioned yet that a buzzed or drunk A.C. tends not to put as much energy into worrying, fearing, or otherwise stressing out? You may have noticed this trait in yourself, if you've ever had a strong drink or two. In this young lady, however, it has another effect--her glamour fades away. Hence the two men who've noticed her so far.
"Well," she said to Verve," seeing as how you're a figment of my imagination, I suppose there's no harm in saying I *hic* ju- *hic* -s- *hic* -st saw so- *hic* -me very *hic* co- *hic* *hic* *hiccup*--" At which point she couldn't stop hiccuping for a little bit, thought some rather vague thoughts, and when she was done didn't remember that she'd been talking to anyone, much less Verve.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:24 pm
"Ah, I understand." Verve added some sugar to his drink and went back to his seat at the end of the bar.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:55 pm
((Really?! Could you explain to me then? blaugh ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:59 pm
( mrgreen She saw something. That's all he wanted to know.)
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 8:14 pm
ArynChris Xeen Soldevi ArynChris A.C. slumped at the bar and nursed a full Vesper.
((A Vesper is James Bond's drink: A dry martini in a deep champagne goblet, with three parts Gordons, one part vodka, a half part of Kina Lillet, shaken very well until ice cold, then given a thin slice of lemon peel.))
It was the only drink mix she knew of, besides things like Bloody Marys and Sex-On-The-Beach, or Zombies. And it seemed appropriate. What do you call it, when you witness enemy activity and aren't caught? Spying.
Aryn Chris, spy. Yeah, right. Somebody somewhere was playing a huge practical joke on her. I mean, didn't she just hear more people talking about this? Like, a second ago? Pitchforks at the dome... as if such things still existed. Just a metaphor, A.C. knew, but an old one. Was this a witch hunt, now, instead of a revolution? Or were they the same thing, where the Enemy was involved? She just didn't know anymore.
Whoever was playing this joke, they sure had a twisted sense of humor.
She thought about that for a minute.
Huh. This twisted, it must be God. Anc stepped in, shaking off dust and grit off the shoulders of his coat, the chainmail covered in what looked like blood. He sat down next to A.C Then his voice whispered through her mind. He then turned to Snapps.
"The usual, mate. Put the gal's on me tab, too."
Vaguely she thought of telling the man that she had paid her way in advance, but discarded it. That would require talking. Eventually, she knew, she would wonder why anyone would want to buy her a drink. Could be a Good Samaritian thinking she was down on her luck and low on Marks, or it could be some guy looking for action with a drunk. Didn't really matter, though.Xeen Soldevi Anc looked around the bar. "What? Noneya mundane-folk wanna get outta this dump?"
"Dude," she said without looking at him, "did we or did we not crawl into 'this dump'? We're here to get drunk, not pitchfork the Dome." With that, she took a swig of a nearby bottle of whiskey and chased it down with the first half of her goblet. Anc chuckled, his voice echoing at once in sound and thought.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:21 pm
Nathan is curled up behind th bar sleeping instead of doing work. ninja
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