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 Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 2:14 pm
Vincent pocketed the glove he found in a plastic bag to preserve it as much as he could.
Upon reaching his apartment to grab his labtop, Mr. Rohaun saw four large metal cases before his door. He looked around cautiously to reassure himself that nobody was out and about.
Seeing nobody, Vincent opened the first case before him. He glared inside with great anger and hostility. "I thought I told them...I didn't want these sent over. I wanted them sold off or destroyed, whatever got them away from me. Damn it! Hmm...I'll just have to put these in a storage facilty," he grumbled.
The irritated man pushed the seemingly heavy cases into his apartment. He then quickly grabbed his labtop, locked up, and left to search for a garage to place the four boxes in.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 7:14 am
Vinc returned to his apartment. Got the first box of four onto the dolly, placed his shovel ontop of the box, and wheeled it out of his apartment.
The busy man stopped at the foot of the stairs, went back to his home to lock the door, and then returned to his baggage.
He turned the dolly around so the box was facing away from him, and began his slow decent down the stairs. "This is going to be a long day, but at least I'll get some excercise out of it," he commented to himself.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 7:37 pm
After spending some unwinding time at the local bar, Vincent Rohaun was back at his new home.
At his door step sat a small package. He smiled slightly, immediately knowing what was within. He took his time getting inside, locking the door behind him.
Grabbing a knife from the kitchen, Vincent opened the box to produce three spheres. Two werepalm sized and blue, while the third was as large as a bowling ball and clear. He pressed down on the large sphere and a light erupted within it, causing the two smaller ones to rise up about it to form an upside-down triangle. He grasped the two small spheres for a moment. That made a opaque, black keyboard appear before them (screen included).
Mr. Rohaun cracked his knuckles, readying himself for his feat. Seconds later, fingers scattered themselves all over the foggy black keyboard. Each button pressed made a red light appear in order to indicate that a key was indeed stroked.
After thirty seconds of typing, a valled appeared around him. Flowing streams and vast meadows surrounded him. A high, snow capped mounted stood in the background; its base was shrouded by tall, green trees. "There, all set for omni-geographical modifications at command. A few more minutes, and I'll have this place running at my fingertips."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 6:35 pm
((Think of the place like Washu's from the Tenchi Muyo series.))
After adjusting the scenery, Mr. Rohaun took out the glove he collected from the destroyed apartment he broke into from his coat pocket.
The man threw it up into the area where a liquid, clear sphere shot from the three control orbs and caught it. The glove moved around in a chaotic motion as the computer scanned it over, looking for what exactly caused the destruction of the room, who it belonged to, what purpose it served, and if it was different from standard made gloves.
"If I was not so bored right now, I'd probably be doing a task more productive than analyzing a chared hand slip," he thought to himself as he went to sit down. A black, clear armchair suddenly appeared beneath his rump, and he leaned back into the temporary furniture piece.
After five minutes of analyzing the glove, while Vincent played solitare on a table that was like the chair in structure and color, the computer displayed everything it could pick up on a screen; the screen popped up right next to Vincent's face. His eyes gazed on the data in surprise. The make up was ordinary except for a few supernatural detailing. "Hmm...meant as a restraining device? Odd. Exactly what was needed to be held back?" he said to himself as he looked on at the data.
Inside the glove were trace amounts of radioactivity, magical mildew, etched rune fragments, and excessive amounts of neutronic film. "Somebody really did not wish to touch anything with bare hands," he thought as he leaned back, kicking up his feet on a foot stool that just appeared, "And whoever it was that used it had quite a punch to him. I wonder where he is now. With how unstable his body must have been, I'm sure he is deceased now. Poor old boy. May heaven have him."
Mr. Vincent Rohaun was not finished with his investigation however. He still wished to know who the person was that occupied the broken room. If he knew that, he could move on with his next investigative obsession.
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