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 Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 2:19 pm
The Guild Sector - Barton Located within South Gate, the Guild Sector is the most widely known locale in all of Barton. The Guild Sector was an association of people of various trade or pursuits (with a similar skill or craft), formed to protect mutual interests and maintain standards of morality or conduct. Historically they were formed to benefit societies or small business associations, also referred to as a trade union of sorts, since each member was a self-employed individual or part of a small team or co-operative. If one needed service of an assasin, a chef, a thief, even a bodyguard, this would be the place to go to. Although widely conflicting with authorities on several subjects, the Goverment otherwise tends to turn a blind eye on many of its activities.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 12:54 pm
Nascen entered, and by this time, his candy bar was gone and he was humming quite loudly indeed, near to breaking out in song, looking about as he jogged through.
"I spy with my little eye... well, it is a whole lot o' nothing right now."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 12:56 pm
"Be right there, I'm coming. Don't lose sight of it."
And so he did.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:21 pm
Eww... There was something on Kit's leg, a bunch of leg hairs of that manwoman! He stopped and caught his breath, hurridly purifying himself from that truly disgusting encounter.
"Get off get off getoff!" He yelled, the hair refusing to come off easily.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:26 pm
"Damn, lost it..." Kit murmered, picking off the hair on his pants.
He kicked the ground as a little dust came up, it was very annoying this spirit, now he was in an unfamiliar area of Gaia.
He started to walk away, having no idea where he was going next.
Edit:
"There you are!" Kit yelled, the spirit catching his eye, he galloped and ran the way of the wind.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:26 pm
"BWAHAHAHAH... s**t!" The spirit looked disapointed, "I did you already."
It began to look through a ghostly PDA. This was wasting the busy spirit's time.
"Now where am I supposed to be."
It poofed away, and a cold wind blew north.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 1:14 pm
In the center of the sector, was a small park. But at the moment, the park was being pushed into the streets. From underneath something was pushing upwards, sounding like the rattling of a thousand chains shifting against one another.
Whooooo~sh
Up popped a silver...stem? It had for all appearances a plant like appearance but was a pure and metallic silver. The bud continued growing and curling, twisting around itself, even as it pushed the park further and further into the streets until a bud of monstrous proportions formed. And so it sat, 3 stories high and one block round. A perfect silver flower bud.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 2:01 pm
"Just came out of nowhere!"
"Lotta crazy s**t been goin' on here lately. You hear 'bout the reports of bigfoot runnin' 'round Durem?"
"Whaaat?!"
A pretty large commotion was started, after the stem seemed to just up and grow out of the ground. Several guildsmen and other workers were just standing there, right as rain and staring.
The area had long been cordoned off by authorities... and other 'parties' of interest.
However the commotion wasn't much for one Marko to miss out on...
He'd been on the out and out, keeping up his job as an information broken for one man in particular... especially after events in Latent had unfolded.
He had never imagined running into that man again.. especialy seeing him so vastly unchanged... ageless apparently.
"Come on, come on..."
He was leaned up against the wall, getting nothing but ring after ring, when he decided to just send out a txt message.
"You said you were looking for petals buddy... I hope this on'es big enough for ya."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 2:28 pm
"Feeeeee~ed me, Seymour..." a low rumbling voice could be heard from within the depths of the bud, but still it did not open.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 3:15 pm
He thought he had seen it all. Giant cats that left giant pink shits. A talking raccoon that thought it was a gangster pirate, a centaur studying law. And now he was face to face with a giant, well, plant was the best word to put it.
Except it was also talking.
Athan didn't know what to think about it, other than the fact that the growing crowd around it wasn't going to make it easy to push his way to the front of the row. He had begun edging his way through the throngs of people.
"What do you think it wants?"
"Who does that guy think he is?"
"At last! Salvation!"
"Oh great, he's here again."
"Anybody here named Seymour?!"
The crowd began packing together as others entered from various areas surrounding Barton. It was getting harder and harder to push his way through, but he only had a couple rows to go. The crowd suddenly parted like the Red sea as he reached the front of the pack, and he stumbled forward into the open.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 3:20 pm
And just as quickly as Athan invaded it's personal space, a vine lashed out , smacking him upside the head as if he was a child and the swingset and just come back down. It was going to hurt man. Hurt like a redheaded stepchild.
"Feeee~eed me Seymour."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 3:23 pm
The vine came up, and Athan hardly any time to react. The vine smacked up against his face, and he fell flat on his back, rolling to the front of the crowd. His hand came up, touching the area that had just been hit.
That hurt
"Alright..."
He pulled himself up to a standing position, dusting himself off. He'd have to be patient with this thing. For a plant, it was incredibly fast, and hit pretty hard too. And he seriously doubted that he could uproot it with his sword.
"You want food? I could call in a pizza."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 3:28 pm
Considering how big it was, no way in hell was he uprooting it with his sword. But the plant just growled like it would eat Athan if given the chance. And indeed, that very well might have been it's intent as first one vine lashed out to wrap around Athan's waist, while two others lashed out to grab his head and feet. Even if he moved, he would most likely be caught either way.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 3:31 pm
Pizza definetly wasn't on the menu. His right hand moved to draw the sword from its sheathe, and the weapon came downwards in an attempt to slice the vine heading towards his waist in twain.
All too slowly, however. The weapon wasn't meant for quickdraw, and before he could even start the downward swing his right arm was snagged by a vine. The left, completely unarmed, was also grabbed, as was his waist.
"Well, s**t."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 3:36 pm
Well, it might have worked, if he had been quicker...and the plant not made of some strange metal. The vine lifted him up and began to swing him around and around, like one would a sling before tossing it. But it didn't toss him just yet. Just swinging for now. Round and round he goes....
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