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Post by Yoshimitsu on Dec 17, 2008 18:07:28 GMT -5
It was a relatively pleasent night. There were few clouds, obscuring only small portions of the night sky and completely avoiding the moon. There was no breeze to speak of and, despite being late in the year, it was not cold. The nightlife of Saffron City, the heart of the Kanto region, was always active and tonight was no exception. People were out at the bar section of the city, enjoying what was sure to be one of the last nice nights of the year. Samm was among these people.
Samm, an eighteen year old male. He was certainly an interesting looking individual. Despite looking distinctly odd, there was something fascinating about him. His hair was fairly long, swept over one eye in a side fringe, a solid light blue colour but with red lowlights, but not a trace of purple. On his torso, he wear wearing a plain black t-shirt underneath a faux-sophisticated, lilac jacket. On his legs, he was wearing a light denim-coloured pair of trousers made out of some unknown material, and on his feet he wore polished chelsea boots.
Considering who else was out, he looked very out of place. Despite that fact, he looked approachable.
However, his unusual appearence didn't deter him, as he sat outside of the bar with a glass rosé wine in his hand. He raised it to his lips and sipped it, his eyes watching the scene in front of him. The bar he was at, unoriginally called 'The Wine Shelf', was right next to a river of sorts. On the opposite side, there was a park. People who were taking full advantage of the night had bought their drinks and sat in the park, chatting away leisurely. Some of the more raucous people were running around the park, or jumping across the rather small river, keeping themselves moving. Samm smirked to himself. They were going to feel rough in the morning.
Taking another sip of his drink, he relaxed a little more against the wall he was leaning against. He absent-mindly reached for a small pounch hanging at his waist, just to check that it was still there. It was the one thing he kept on him at all times, and with good reason. Reassured that it was, indeed, still securely attached to his belt, he sipped his drink again.
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In another part of Saffron City, there was something more suspicious going on. Another individual was out. This one, however, was not out enjoying a few drinks. In fact, he was currently making his way over to the government districts of the city. As the main city of Kanto, Saffron City was the choice for all the most important government facilities to be placed. The security there was the best. It was almost like a challenge.
This individual also did not look remotely normal, compared to the inhabitants of Saffron City. His hair was short, jet black and spiked, though without any trace of gel or wax. His eyes, they were unnerving. The iris was black - his pupils looked like they could swallow someone whole. On his top half, he wore a worn out white t-shirt underneath what looked like a jacket made of scales. On his legs, he wore combat trousers, and on his feet were scuffed combat boots. Hanging at his waist was the hilt of a dagger, but with no blade. Around his neck was a thin silver chain necklace, with a ring hanging from it.
Alameth was striding quickly and confidently, ignoring all of the curious looks that came his way. He was surrounded by what looked like businessmen. Everyone was wearing a suit. He scrunched his nose. All this order, and all these rules. They were definitely not his thing. In the distance, he could see his destination slowly coming into sight. He knew it because his destination was surrounded by walls. Not chainlink fences like most places. Walls. With guards positioned at the top. Cannon fodder. No problem at all.
"And so, the game begins," Alameth said. He reached into an inside pocket, pulling out a small, glowing gemstone. "Chameleon," he breathed, drawing the dagger hilt and slotting the gem into where the blade should have been. The effect was immediate, and his entire body changed colour, taking on the colour of his surroundings. He was a human chameleon. He continued to make his way to the bulding in question, and flattened himself against the wall, looking round the perimeter.
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Post by Hamuu on Dec 17, 2008 18:21:42 GMT -5
OOC - Is he breaking into Sliph Co? Cause if he is Sly works for them so I might be able to figure out a reason for Mia to be there... getting something out of his office or some such?
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Dec 17, 2008 18:26:11 GMT -5
OOC- Not Silph Co, since that's moar business than government.
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Post by Hamuu on Dec 17, 2008 18:31:29 GMT -5
OOC - But the people from Sliph Co are lobbying bastards that grease politicians whenever they get the chance. Well.. hum.... Rick, Merlin, and Sly are out since they are all high end hitters.. I will try and figure out how to shove Mia in there... or I could.... ah-ha! I almost forgot about Jonas! Yes! I will enter once I have Bios written for all my currently living characters. Or you finish your contest entry... Whichever comes first
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Dec 17, 2008 18:34:51 GMT -5
OOC- Fiiiine, I'll work on the contest entry.
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Post by Hamuu on Dec 20, 2008 21:35:28 GMT -5
Jonas looked at the security camera monitors, “So I just sit her an’ watch?”
“Yes.” the guard answered, “Are you sure you’re going to be ok? I know we don’t typically leave new guys alone but they want extra security on the outside.”
“Yeah,” Jonas slouched back as he scratched his mangy blonde beard and then adjusted his goggles so they kept his hair out of his face. The chair creaked dangerously under his mighty girth.
The security guard looked at the small rickety chair then at the back of Jonas’s head. “You know they are going to want you to cut that beard off and trim the hair if you’re going to be kept on after this…”
“Den I guess dis is my last night wit you fellas,” Jonas laughed then looked over his shoulder at the guard, “Usually I neva stay at a job longer dan a few weeks. Plus dis uniform barely fits.”
It was true; Jonas’s massive body was somehow confined with a simple 2xl guard uniform. His arms, legs, and stomach somehow managed to spill out of the openings yet there was not even the slightest amount of tension on the buttons.
“Well regardless be careful tonight, if you see anything on the cameras use the walkie then go check it out. Remember if the uniform gets ripped they’ll keep your deposit.”
“Ha!” Jonas laughed again, “I’ll go out dere in my birthday-suit if’in I have too.”
“I’m sure that will scare any would be robbers in their tracks,” the guard laughed as he left the security room.
The chair creaked again as Jonas shifted position and continued to watch the monitors. His thoughts wandered from what it was he could be guarding to where he would work next.
Dat blue horse fella certainly had a few nifty things. Maybe he’d hire an assistant… he thought when something broke his concentration. There had been some movement on one of the monitors but now there was nothing. No sign of anyone or anything on any of the adjacent monitors either.
“Better check dis out,” Jonas mumbled to himself as he got up and left the room, leaving his walkie on the counter.
OOC – Happy now?
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Dec 21, 2008 18:20:50 GMT -5
A young man, that could be no more than twenty three, sat a a table just outside of the bar surrounded by many scraps of ancient paper. Upon the mans lap sat a book with "Artifacts of Tor Gaul" printed in raised gold on the spine. In frustration, the man pushed his amber hair away from his crystal blue eyes and let out a long sigh. A sudden glint appeared in his eye as he reached into one of the many pockets of his dark brown pants. A moment later he pulled out a glass disk that was framed in with gold. He held the disk up to his right eye and poured over the scraps until he found something that to the naked eye appeared to be nothing more than an ink spot but with the lense was revealed to be a small grouping of numbers and a script what didn't resemble anything known to most people.
"HA! Cyrus Coby, you are truely a genius!" the man said to himself, except in a very loud manner.
Upon realising that he had been far to loud, Cyrus began packing the scraps of paper and the book into a pouch on the ground that was no larger than a dvd box but it never seemed to fill up. Once everything was packed inside the bag Cyrus tied it to his belt and dusted off his dark green tee shirt. Cyrus rose from his seat and entered the bar to get a drink. A few moments later he was back at the door with a small glass full of a dark brown liquid that smelt like rum. Cyrus glanced around for a moment and caught sight of a rather odd looking youth nearby, and for some reason he approached.
"Mind if I have a seat?" Cyrus asked as he brought himself down into a crouching position.
OOC- Not much but I've been dreaming Cyrus up for a while.
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Post by SV on Dec 27, 2008 3:26:57 GMT -5
The evening was pleasant. The ambient temperature was balmy with a momentary cool breeze every now and again perhaps to remind everyone to enjoy the unseasonably agreeable weather while it lasted. And enjoying the weather was precisely what many people were doing; the park, along with the surrounding restaurants and pubs, were alive with socialites out for one last hurrah before the cold weather drove them back inside. This is what many people were doing. Rhys, on the other hand, strolled leisurely down the sidewalk with a briefcase, very much absorbed in the book held open in front of him as he walked to his hotel a few blocks away from the park. It was business that brought Rhys to Saffron City on this particular evening, meetings or some such thing -- dreadfully boring in his opinion. For his part, he would be content to continue walking down this street on this night until at least the end of his book (perhaps he was enjoying the weather, too). Still, something in the back of his mind seemed convinced that the evening was not to go as planned. The something in the back of his mind was correct. As Rhys walked along his sidewalk, which was now running adjacent to a row of little bars -- this one was "The Wine Rack" according to the sign above the door -- a particularly stiff gust of wind ruffled the pages of his book. He stopped, dismayed, and glanced down in time to see a peculiar scrap of paper skitter across the ground in front of his feet. Rhys sat his briefcase on a low brick wall next to him and knelt to pick the paper up. It appeared to be old, very old; the writing on it was archaic, and he wasn't entirely sure he could comprehend it at all. Here and there, marks that looked like inkblots dotted the yellowed parchment. Curious. Very curious, and definitely nothing to be found on a street in the middle of a bustling city. Still perusing the scrap, he tucked his book under his arm and reached in the general direction of his luggage. "Grab that for me, will you?" he muttered to himself it seemed, and his shadow grasped the handle of the case and hoisted it up as it dissolved into the dark. Checking briefly for a break in the traffic, Rhys strode toward the light of the bar, his shadow with briefcase in hand stretching out behind him. OOC: hai guiz
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Post by Kuroboom on Dec 29, 2008 23:56:22 GMT -5
A dirty, disheveled man lay on the curb. His clothes were filthy and he had long dreadlocks and a beard that both looked as dirty as his clothes. He was in stark contrast to the businessmen who dominated this part of town with their clean suits and sharp haircuts. An empty fifth of vodka lay at his side and he reeked of alcohol. The majority of the passerby looked at him with utter contempt. However, a few were compassionate after seeing his eyepatch. They assumed he was a war veteran and despite being sure he'd spend it on alcohol, they put a few coins or dollars into his metal cup. He'd give them a gruff "Thanks" and they'd continue on their way.
He noticed an outcast in the sea of suits. A person wearing camouflage pants and a jacket that seemed to be made of some type of scales. This person easily caught the bum's attention, as they would catch anyone's attention. The bum cast a wary eye at the man as he passed and then the man muttered something and seemed to melt into the environment. There was only the slightest hint that the man was still there as there would be instances where part of the outline of the man was slightly visible against the background as he moved. The bum's curiosity seemed to get the best of him. Scooping up his cup, he tucked it into his grimy coat and began stumbling in the direction the blur was traveling.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jan 4, 2009 15:25:52 GMT -5
"Feel free," Samm said, without even troubling to look at this individual. His advantage of his position and his apparent solitude was that he could watch everything easily. He had already observed this man, who had already declared his name as Cyrus, and made his judgement - not a threat, not hostile and quite probably likeable enough. His attention was caught elsewhere, though. An unusual looking man, one not within the confines of the bar. This man, whoever he was, had spoken to someone who was not visible before his shadow had grabbed his suitcase, carrying it alongside.
"Well, that's interesting..."
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Alameth moved along the wall without incident. It was a uniform grey colour, so he was not having to change his colour rapidly to accomodate a change in the background. There was no obvious way in, so it seemed that his only choice was to scale the wall. If he wasn't so set on stealth, he would have chuckled to himself. Child's play. This game was far too easy. Quickly, he reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a second crystal, slotting that into his dagger alongside the first. He whispered "Spider" into the crystal.
Placing his hands on the wall, he quickly pulled himself up with apparent ease. This second crystal had apparently allowed him the abilities of a spider, as tiny hairs formed on his palms. He paused before he reached the top of the wall, listening intently. He could hear footsteps, undoubtedly a patrolling guard. The steps were not that close, and seemed to be getting quieter. Perfect. He pulled himself over the top of the wall, landing silently, his colours adjusting to his new surroundings. Now he had to move with speed, as his temporary opening would not remain open for long.
Alameth pulled the second crystal from his dagger, and slotted in a different one instead, muttering "Cat" into it. Instantly, his posture changed, and he held himself lower to the ground, ears alert. That guard he had heard was still moving away, but there were no others nearby yet. He moved silently across the wall, approaching the guard from behind. Nothing fancy about him. Just a run-of-the-mill guard. This was too easy. He raised his dagger, a blade forming there, slightly curved with an intricate pattern depicting a cat and a chameleon.
"The rules say, you lose."
Before the guard knew what was happening, he lay on the floor, blood flowing easily from his throat, vision blacking out. Alameth wiped the dagger clean on the guard's shirt, then dropped down the other side of the wall. His destination lay ahead, where he could see the government building, just begging to be broken in to.
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Post by Hamuu on Jan 30, 2009 17:54:56 GMT -5
With a perplexed look on his face Jonas leaned back against the wall and scratched his mangy beard. He was sure the camera feed had shown something moving but there was certainly nothing out here now.
“Maybe it was jus’ my imagination.” He wondered out loud as he looked up, expecting to see the sky.
Instead he saw a boot hanging off the edge of the wall. Jonas looked around then back up at the boot.
“Hey, you ok up dere fella?” he called up to the man. After a few moments Jonas called up again, “I’m a coming up dere so look out!”
“Appakusei,” Jonas said as he crouched low to the ground. All around his feet the grass leaned in towards him as though a vacuum were sucking in air. Extending his knees with all his strength, Jonas leapt up into the air as he said, “Gen’atsu!”
A sudden gust of wind, originating from beneath Jonas’s feet, lifted the large man up into the air and unto the walkway. He squatted down next to his fellow guard and inspected him. The man had bled out and died from what appeared to be a slit throat.
“Da bodies still warm,” Jonas said he looked around to make sure someone wasn’t sneaking up behind him.
He reached for his walkie only to realize he had forgotten it. Jonas cursed and looked in the direction of the building he and the other men had been hired to guard.
“Look like it’s jus’ me den.” He straightened his uniform and with a determine look on his face walked off the edge of the walkway, “Gen’atsu!”
The air rushed up to great him and, despite his girth, he floated down to the ground in pursuit of whoever had been on the camera feed.
OOC: I finally get to show what Jonas can do.
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Post by SV on Mar 20, 2009 2:54:14 GMT -5
Rhys slipped the scrap of paper into his pocket as he entered the Wine Shelf. The bar was surprisingly well-lit and comfortably crowded, which he found to his liking. He ordered a scotch and scanned the room for a table, eventually deciding on a small table against the wall.
His drink in hand now, Rhys walked toward his table but paused a moment before sitting down. Looking around briefly, he reached out to the wall. His shadow, briefcase in hand, mirrored his actions. Their hands met against the wall, lingered; and then Rhys pulled his arm back, his briefcase materializing as he did so.
This he placed on the table before him as he sat down. Taking a sip from his drink, he produced the slip of paper from his jacket pocket and set to examining it. It was, he decided, most definitely peculiar, and Rhys found himself wondering what person might have something this enigmatic in their possession, let alone on a street such as this.
He looked up momentarily and had a double-take as he realized he was being watched. On the other side of the window, a little further down the room closer to the door, he caught the eye of a young man in a lavender jacket. This young man and his friend were studying him, looking very curious. Holding eye contact, he took another drink and brandished the paper a little before continuing to study it. Kids couldn't be too much trouble, he reasoned.
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