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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:29 am
Fist of Power Headquarters A nondescript building situated in the middle of the ruind of Gambino's mansion, the Fist of Power's HQ is far from a hole in the wall. No overt advertising, other than another flyer advertising for the marbles with an enter here sign. Inside, it looks to be a casual business office (One Floor apparently) with a front desk receptionist that is a bald older man with extreme stress as he constantly dabs at his head. Past him is St. William's desk, though she's rarely sitting behind it, usually pacing or doing something else completely different. Over to the side of the receptionist desk is a room with a map of the Gaian countryside, including all cities, with a big circle around Barton Town drawn in blue and with one slash mark through it. There are no windows or back doors, because they are a paranoid lot. But there is always a back door for the big faction boss.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 9:48 am
Fist of Power: Accessory Store If you are a member of Fist of Power, you may speak to one of St. William's NPC followers and exchange 10 points for a common accessory of your choosing. You may puppet St. William's NPCs freely, so long as you do them or the organization no harm. arrow When purchasing a marble from the Fist of Power, you must alert the Rolling and Accessorizing Thread.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 12:09 pm
Gamma excused himself from the building and crossed the street again. Wading through honking cars and their swearing drivers. He stopped next to the trash heap he called a rental and leaned up against the passenger side door.
Apparently he had to wait for two other jackasses, since the marbles worked in trios. Some other guy was in there getting his marble zapped, and he was coming with.
God, he needed a cigarette.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 12:18 pm
Cursing loudly in his native tongue, the so called 'TechnoSpartan' walked out of the building facing towards the interior. He was obviously arguing with someone, but over what? Well, that would be explained all in due time. Usually, Spartans upheld a sense of honor, and such, but not towards people they had hostility towards. And the person that was inside just happened to be one of those people. Stepping out fully, he held his spears at his side so that this could be done without taking the ceiling out.
He shook his head, the ancient looking get-up on his body seemed quite out of place for the setting, but in general, he could care less. Eustathios smirked and walked towards the pile of scrap metal that vaguely resembled a workable car. Passing the same hazardous drivers as well, and taking notice of the man against the door, so he was the first of the team, huh?
"I asked for a Prince Albert, they wouldn't do it." He snickered, reveling in own little joke, and somehow he knew English, odd!
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 12:41 pm
"Friend of yours?" the old receptionist called out between long, wheezing gasps. "He one of the ones you're going to recruit for the Lady's biddings?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 12:56 pm
"Uh-huh."
Gamma was jonesing for a cigarette like nothing else. He had just met the guy and, being so antisocial, wasn't fond of anyone. Apparently you have to hit him with a riding crop for him to like you.
The mask had since before then changed back to the sad face. Even with the Tragedy mask, Gamma was pretty bored.
Nothing to do, nothing to smoke.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:07 pm
Miles just stood there. A weird act was done to him that gave him a strange tattoo on the middle of his left palm. Even though it was strange a new power seemed to flow through his veins as though his blood raged; but he felt calm. And he knew without knowing that his axe would be keener then ever.
As to the people he was to meet he looked about himself and he had spotted Gamma wearing a mask that only amused him with its shifting appearance. Following the man he walked outside to hear the yelling of another. The voice stirred a ghost of a memory from his dream the night before.
Well it seemed he had found the ones he was to work with.
Standing outside the office he gave a shrug and a sigh. A shrug that he would have to work with a lot like this and a sigh that he would get to have so much fun doing it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:14 pm
((We need more FoP people in here! gonk So, are we working on the assumption that all three of you have all ready undergone the ceremony? 'Cuz that would be sweat.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:15 pm
[OOC: *noddage on both accounts*]
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:15 pm
((I'm hoping on the same thing. Gamma got the thing done last night, because he's awesome.
So yeah, we're ready to playing marbles.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:22 pm
"So, y'all know what you're supposed to be doing, yeah?" the old man said. "Unless you want to return to the Lady without having earned anything. Don't think she'd like that."
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:28 pm
Some people questioning things was okay. The way this person went about it was a slight bit aggravating, heap on top of it they had already gone through the bonding of the marble to their flesh made it only insulting.
Hefting an axe from its spot at his side he swung it, stopping it just beneath the chin of the old man he gave a nonchalant smile which soon turned into a vicious grin as his eyes glazed over.
"We're to kill and bring you marbles in return for payment."
Removing the axe he slid it back to its former position.
"Right?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:29 pm
And that's the third. Gamma saw Miles when he initially went in and left while they bullshitted and magic'd marbles around.
"Great. Fabulous. Let's go for a walk."
Gamma left the car there with the doors locked, chainsaw and pack inside. He was aimed for the marketplace.
Gonna buy some smokes. arrow Gambino Marketplace
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:32 pm
"R-right," the man said, falling back in his seat as the axe was removed. A wet spot now adorned his pants, and if the trio lingered, they'd soon become aware of a particularly astringent smell...
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:38 pm
Miles wasn't going to be waiting around though. He was going to go where there were people, lots of people. He did after all have a task to perform.
Trailing behind Gamma he would walk toward the marketplace. Perhaps there was something he could buy...
Steal.
Having no money for the time was a problem; but he figured he could get by some how.
arrow Marketplace
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