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 Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:57 am
Affluency Row
Several blocks of lavish townhouses, this is the "nice" part of town. In the city where space is a premium, only the outrageously wealthy can afford these ornate two- and three-story apartments.
Apartments though they may be, each is individually designed and built with different tastes in mind; the cobblestone streets and lone manhole lie beneath a most majestic line of dwellings.
Sure, they could have bought a house three times as big in Gaia Towns, or a home with a view on Gambino's beaches, but there's something to be said about the prestige of a place.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 7:08 pm
The same blur, and for some reason, despite the fact that Athan was running really fast, he didn't seem to lose much in terms of breath. In fact, it seemed as if he was yelling louder the longer he went. His poor teammates, Athan was having the time of his life, and yet there they were, probably scared to death. And they kept going, no stop in sight as they entered the Strip.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 3:22 am
The screech of a cat sounded out, even a blur of fur was seen darting across the street.
This was soon followed by the loud crash of metal and bags, as several trash cans were knocked over.
A minute passed, before groaning was heard, and a figure picked himself up off the ********...."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:27 am
He entered from the west, taking the area in--he seemed unperturbed by all that was around him. The massive sword, tall as he was, rested against his shoulder, as he continued his march through the area.
He was clearly a marble-bearer.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:34 am
"URYAAAAA!" As he charged, metal boots clanging against the ground, he dragged his sword along, creating a wave of sparks that followed him along.
He ran full-speed towards the Strip.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:02 am
The trio came crashing back through the nicer section of town, but something strange happened this time. Athan seemed to be trying to slow and as he did he went over a manhole that just so happened to be uncovered, apparantly the workers forgot to put the lid back on. They fell to the sewers below with a loud splash.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:29 am
It was too bad that they didn't stick around. Haste does make waste.
After Athan and the others went crashing into the sewers, the loud whine of a motor sounded off the buildings, seeming to echo blocks ahead of the source.
Soon the timber changed, just enough variation in the echos to tell it wasn't just one engine. No, it was three. Three engines, screaming down the street.
A battlecry of "COBRA!" broke through the air, as one hulking figure took out a baseball bat. He nudged his vehicle, a rather large, soupped up looking go cart, over towards a mailbox. As he was flying past it at about 40 miles per house, he took a swing with the bat, knocking that mail box clear off its post, and down the sidewalk several yards.
He slammed ont he breaks, sending his cart skidding loudly as he turned right, parking his vehicle pointing towards the sidewalk.
"Two points," came another voice. A smaller kid, though still seemed like he had seen more than a few scrapes. He was driving slightly slower as he pulled in next to the bigger wall of meat, "Really knocked the s**t outta that one Snog."
And finally, a third one pulled up. The smallest kid, slight of build. He seemed always to be flinching as he pulled up next to the other two, "Yeah Snog, real cool, yeah." Even his voice was weak, all high pitched and nasally.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:50 am
"It's about time you earned your stripes..." the mid sized kid said to the smaller one. The smaller one flinched visably. He had 'earned his stripes' several times before. I never had ended well, at least not for him. For the others, sure, they got a laugh. Not so much laughing for him.
Still, Timmy leveled that glare that broke his spine, and sent his lips quiverring as he bumbled out an incoherent answer.
"Come on," he commanded, and the big one with the bat, Snog, nodded with the wisdom of the Leader. They turned their go-carts, and started off Northeast, towards The Cube of JUSTICE!
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:05 pm
Owle (and presumably Rage carrying a golden toilet) arrived in Affluency Row, and began looking around for their missing teammate.
Where in the world had Vahn gotten too?
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:13 pm
Vahn had gone stumbling after the Cobra rejects, remembering he had membership with the Gi Joe.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:22 pm
So it seemed like Vahn had headed off toward the Circle of Justice Headquarters...despite the fact that there were plenty of people capable of dealing with go-karts already there.
Owle would sigh and follow in his trail.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:24 pm
Rage was not too far behind, still carrying his golden toilet and a new toy - a very large sword that he had strapped to his back, taken from his battle with the (possibly) dead samurai. He, too, would headed towards the Circle of Justice Headquarters, unless interupted. It would give him a convenient place to drop off his junk.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:48 pm
And back Vahn would come, zooming all over the street, bumping into the curb, running over squirrels and generally doing Fast and Furious s**t on this lil' engine.
He apparently also tossed a fireball shaped turtle shell behind him for some reason.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 1:51 pm
Owle leapt over the fireball turtle shell, as her Dasher propelled her at speeds faster than the go-kart could go. It took a concentrated effort for her to stay alongside Vahn instead of shooting past him...
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 2:10 pm
And straight away he'd go, not really caring what direction he was head in, or what the hell he had to do.
It was like.. the most biggest...unguided....whatever he'd ever been in.
He'd found himself literally attached to a marble, of all things, and simply rold to go out and defeat evil.
He was pretty sure Gambino's bodyguards weren't evil. Assholes maybe, but not evil.
So the question remained... where could he go to find...evil?
The spires of the Cathedral were looming up ahead of him, even as he smiled.
OF course.
The root of all evil.
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