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 Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 11:54 am
There were explosions, and he could see bright lights. The smell of sulfur graced his nostrils.
Ciro awoke to a small pitterpatter fading towards the harbor. Sighing, he eased his body and stood tall, ears listening on the wind for any new sounds. Between his pulse pounding in his bumped nose, there didn't seem to be much else. Fish's breathing continued on quietly, and the sound of a rat gnawing on cardboard caught a small bit of the man's attention.
"He's gone.... Right?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 12:09 pm
Fish blinked furiously, trying to get the stars out of his eyes. Damn it, that brat had done something to him! His vision finally cleared, and he surveyed the scene around them.
"I think so," he said, rubbing his cheek. It felt tender, maybe a bit burnt. Ciro ran hot.
"Sorry about that," he added. "Had to show the newbie we meant business."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 12:29 pm
"Pretty sure he got the point." Ciro commented sullenly, taking a rub at his nose and making sure that it too was not broken. He had enough facial deformities.
"Damn, though.You got the point across hard enough. ...So you're taking care of kids? That's why they think they can fight against us, you spoil them."
He reached into his pocket, tugging out a pack of half bent cigarettes. Taking one in his hands, he touched the tip lightly to ignite it. This replaced the old, burnt out cigarette for the top position in his mouth.
Sidestepping, Ciro leaned against a wall. "Why're they even bothering putting new kids in? It's a waste. They're just gunna get ******** up by the older ones. "
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 12:42 pm
Fish shrugged, though he knew Ciro couldn't see the gesture, and grunted noncommittally. "Nah, the kid showed up on our fire escape last night and made a mess with a spray can. I was sort of hoping to let the truant officer deal with him, but one of my roommates is into graffitti so he let him stay. It was late and raining, so the kid crashed on our couch. I wasn't sure he was in the Game until the morning when the lights were out and the alliances were back."
He groaned.
"I didn't even get any useful information from him, like who his God is! Just that he's been to Seasons and he's got some fancy golden bird serpent around his neck. Bird serpent. Does that ring any bells?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 12:56 pm
"Not that I can think of... Damn obscure guys joining."
He paused, taking another drag.
"You won't need info if you kill him quick. Hell, this blackout is perfect for stalking them. They're terrified and blind, and it doesn't change my setup one bit."
"Yea, yea, I know. Information on the blackout first, see if we can pop some blacksuits, then the real game. "
Ciro waited a moment before starting once more, this time much quieter. "You were right, before. I wasted too much time."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 1:17 pm
"We all wasted time," sighed Fish. "When we got back on the outside after the raid, it was already March somehow, and then nothing happened for months. There are tons of new players running around. It's a ******** infestation."
He pressed his cheek experimentally again, and winced. "Damn, I think you gave me a black eye."
He looked up and down the street, trying to decide on what direction they ought to go in if they wanted to find some Blacksuits, or Anubis. He knew he'd been heading to Harbor, but suddenly back into the City seemed like a better idea.
"How does heading downtown sound to you?" he asked.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 1:40 pm
He nodded, smiling faintly at the fact that he too inflicted some damage. In his mind, he was curious. Fish had mentioned seeing Writ... But not it seemed all too real. He hadn't just seen Writ, they were cracking up together. This wasn't the way taht the game was supposed to work. Players were supposed to kill on sight.
He kept walking trying to get his thoughts in line.
But if it was kill on sight, then Fish and Ciro would have ended their duel. How was stopping that fight any different from those two relaxing together? Was Fish jsut so passive taht he hadn't fought yet? Ciro wasn't sure that it was possible for a player to be in the game this long without fighting. Maybe he was simply smart enough to get by by tricking people.
"So what do we think? I'm pretty sure this is a laod of bull. Some dudes at the power plant ******** up, no biggie. But if the gods are involved, apparently it's gotta be more."
"And of course, they won't share the information they based this notion off of with us. "
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 2:28 pm
Fish frowned. "I'm not sure that the gods are involved at all," he answered hesitantly. "Mine doesn't know what's going on any more than I do. They're just nervous, that's all."
"Still," he continued, pondering the intersection in front of them, "I think we should find Anubis. Even if it's just to prove to him we're still alive. Or, if you're wrong and there is something bigger at work, we'll be safer with a referee."
He studied the street signs intently, debating if Palin Drive would be a worthwhile pursuit or a bridge to nowhere.
"I think," he added uncertainly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 3:14 pm
"Just because he can save us doesn't mean he will." He followed the sound of Fish's footsteps, trying to prove a rational argument to Fish's musings.
In any case, they were safe for now. Between Fish and Ciro, he was sure that no blacksuits could take both of them.
"You know where he lives? Trashy though it may be, it's our best chance of finding him."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 3:33 pm
"I think Uppers," said Fish, who really had no idea, and decided that Palin Drive looked like it headed into Downers, anyway. "I've never been to his apartment. I don't think anyone has. Actually, I've only ever met him twice."
He debated the roads again, and decided on the one that headed toward middling.
"Maybe Seasons is a better idea," he said. "Miss Floros generally knows what's going on."
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