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 Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 7:05 pm
Old Barton The old city center, Old Barton is still dominated by old wooden buildings with sloping roof, cobblestone streets, and some of the most famous establishments in the city. Restaurants, bars, dojos, even hangouts, many the habitual dwelling place of prestigous Gaians, line the roads.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 3:40 pm
A great creature rose from the center of the city.
Was it a bird? No.
Was it a plane? No.
It was a ********' dragon. Oooh.
And not one of those wussy half-human half-dragon things, or a tiny little Gwee. This was a serious dragon. Twenty feet tall, massive wingspan, black scales--you know it's evil now--, firebreathing snout.
Oh yeah. And this thing was angry. It took off into the air, looking for something to pillage or eat.
Angrily pillage or eat.
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Dragon!
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 3:45 pm
The dragon looked around, and one thing stood out.
It didn't have the air to itself. This made dragon angry.
Dragon made haste towards Barton Fountain.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:25 pm
A pair of galloping horses ran through the cobblestone streets, whinnying as they raced one another for dominance. Their bodies seemed to be made completely of diamond, or some other clear stone that sparkled in the sunlight. Inside them, where their hearts should be, marbles were clearly embedded.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:51 pm
Enter Brody. Motor-cycle still pulling his sorry a**, but looking a little low on fuel. Looking for a gas-station now, Brody would weave back and forth through the streets until finding one.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:56 pm
It would be a sad day for that gas station. It had the misfortune to be in the way of the two horse stampede, and Brody with it.
Perhaps he would hear the galloping of hooves over the cobblestones, growing louder and louder, loud and louder and louder.
He would have a few minutes to move out of the way, and then they would come, tearing down the gas pumps with the force of their charge, galloping by on either side of Brody's motorcycle, missing him by inches. They had marbles.
Pursue?
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:59 pm
Heck yes, no need to pay for gas it looked like. And marbles to get as well. Follow indeed. Reving up the bike, having gotten 3/4's a tank, and pulling the nozzle out just in time, Brody would begin chase, not even considering the fact that the gas station might go up in flames.
((BRB, I gotta clean s**t or I can't go to RHPS))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:07 pm
Brody could easily catch up to them, and could choose to pull up alongside one or both of them, as there was space between each.
The horses did not seem pleased that something else was pulling up beside them. With a wary snicker, one of the horses reached its head in, mouth open to try and chomp down on one of the motorcycle's handlebars...and Brody's fingers, with it.
The second turned (if he was in between the two) or circled around behind his companion (if Brody pulled up alonside one) and reared up on its hindlegs, bringing its hooves crashing down on Brody's shoulders.
If he didn't pull up alongside them, but stayed back, the horses simply continued running, keeping their own pace.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:14 pm
Having seen the destruction they had caused, he attempeted to pull his gun out, trying to find a suitable object around them for use as a weapon. Yet again, nothing much but the sewers running underneath the city. A bit cleaner, but just as full of water. This time, instead of just tagging the area, Brody would disassemble a good bit of it and pull it up through the manhole they were passing. Feeling good about his armament, he would pull up next to the right-most horse, left hand occupied with the gun. As he was currently one handed, the horse trying to bite him would throw him off entirely, sending him veering to the right by a long bit.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:19 pm
Manure, thought the horse as its teeth clamped down on nothing but air. It's partner, though, was still galloping behind it, circling it to go after Brody.
This second horse would lower its head, planning to simply run into him if he didn't get control of the bike and get out of the way.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:24 pm
The marble in his hand disolving or what not, and devoid of all but the smallest amount of energy, the atoms of hydrogen and oxgen floating around the three of them would be free to re-bond. Somewhat aware of this fact, but unable to realy do anything about it, Brody would curl up in a little ball and let what happened happen. The sparks of the bike falling over would cause a sizeable reaction, Brody a small bit in front of it, the bike following close. Intense heat building, the horses, or atleast the one following, would not likely survive.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:39 pm
((Why is it that whenever I attack someone, my boss always gets blown up? Always? ...at least it's not grenades.)) The horse was a pretty dumb animal. It kept running forward, after the bike and Brody... ... Ka-Boom! goes the bike. Bits of clear, cut stone scattered all throughout the area, raining down on Brody and the other horse. One of these pieces landed right in his hands...looking at it, he would realize it was a marble. Quote: Defensive Combo
Color: Forest Green
If your ally is hit with a Combo Attack, you may jump in and help defend him. Add your Defense to their roll, then take 5 damage to your Defense. Even if the roll is lost, you do not automatically go unconscious.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:45 pm
Dizzy for a moment, and hoping to dear god he didnt have to go through the damn shrapnel thing again, Brody realized suddenly that he was holding a marble. Sticking it into the now empty spot on the back of his hand, he scrambled for his gun and looked for the other horse.
((It didnt get blown up per-se, more of toasted. The majority of the energy from a hydrogen/oxygen reaction is heat. The Hindenburg(sp) only burned because of what the skin was painted with.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:50 pm
The other horse had reared up, whinnying at the explosion and the fate of its comrade. Before anyone knew it, it was charging at Brody again, looking as though it would trample him under its hooves.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 5:53 pm
Having now recovered his gun, he would fire a full clip up into the charging horse, aiming for the chest area. Clicking noise reached all too soon, he would roll to the side and pat his coat pockets for another clip. He really should organize those pockets a bit, would make finding s**t a hell of a lot easier.
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