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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 29, 2008 22:19:55 GMT -5
The automatic door slid open with a loud whooshing noise, making way for two men as they entered the supermarket. The cold air blasted their faces, a harsh contrast to the scorching summer air outside. Wiping some sweat off of his brow, the taller individual looked to his stocky companion.
“Blessed relief, huh, Joseph?” Tsubota asked, smiling only slightly.
“I guess that you could say that.” Joseph grumbled in response, removing his sunglasses to unveil considerably bloodshot eyes.
“You know it’s hot out when even you resort to something less than your leather jacket.” Tsubota commented, giving Joseph a familiar elbow to the ribs.
“Unfortunately.” Joseph responded, his voice unclear on its sentiment. Though he still wore his typical jeans, his heavy leather coat had been replaced by a lighter jean jacket. The better fitting attire revealed Joseph to have substantially less gut than was previously evident, albeit still with a moderate amount of paunch.
“Why so glum?” Tsubota asked, seizing a shopping cart by its chipped plastic handle and tugging on it with a large amount of rattling.
“Why so lost? You keep focusing the conversation on me, the whole walk here, and then you forget that you just do-“ Joseph produced a quarter, and slipped it into a slot beneath the handle of the cart. He gave it a jerk, and the cart pulled free of its confines.
“I’m not lost. I’m just having an off day.” Tsubota offered, taking the cart from Joseph.
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with that cheerleader chick, would it?” Joseph jammed his hands into his coat pockets, evidently fumbling for something.
“No, of course not.” Tsubota kept walking, facing forwards. One of the wheels on the cart squeaked.
“Oh. Because I thought that you were up last night till all hours of the morning, muttering something into the telephone.” Joseph said with a half-smirk. Something fell out of his jacket, and Joseph instantly stooped to pick it up. Looking around to ensure nobody saw it, he slipped the bullet away once more.
“Yeah… I guess it’s just that… Well, Passion is going off to college a ways off, and I’m not going to be able to go. It’s up to me to stay with you guys, to help out. It wouldn’t be fair for me to desert you, but I’m gonna miss her a ton.” Tsubota said dejectedly.
“Really? How far off?” Joseph muttered, starting to frustratedly drop old receipts and candy wrappers to the floor.
“Like, America. Not really, but it has been mentioned that some schools, even there, are willing to give her a scholarship for her cheerleading. She is extremely talented you know, and none of the local ones have a good program for her.”
“Not just going after any girl, but the head cheerleader…” Joseph grinned slighty. “You got a lot of guts, Tsubota.” He paused, and then triumphantly pulled an index card with a list of groceries on it from his coat. He examined it for a moment. “I shouldn’t expect too much from Haze, but this penmanship is totally abominable. Ickle kvoun?” Joseph held out the note to Tsubota.
“Errr… I think it says ice cream. Maybe.”
OOC: No flyers, teleporters, or super speedsters. Try to keep the power level lower to medium on this one.
Enjoy!
And yes, I changed the name. Because I wanted to.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jul 29, 2008 23:36:17 GMT -5
Gideon wandered around the supermarket with an awe struck look on his face. He had never been to a place like this before and the sheer size and selection of it all was overwhelming. The scents were almost overpowering to his very powerful nose. The sweet smell of fresh fruit and breads, the very fleshy smell of meats, and the ever present scent of cardboard. The cardboard smell overpowered everything a bit but Gideon could tell where it all was coming from. The cardboard though, it smelt to unnatural and almost held a sour scent.
Gideon began to wander a bit more and found a section that could steal a mans heart. He began to stumble in an almost blissful stride down a long aisle full of frozen confections and meats. The blissful cold whispered around Gideons body and brought a fantastic feeling of home to his mind. Gideon pulled open the closest freezer unit and pulled out a tub of strawberry ice cream. He quickly popped the top off and was struck by the sweet creamy scent. He put one hand into the pink substance and began to eat is quickly. He had never tasted anything like this and honestly couldn't think of ever giving it up.
Suddenly the smell of two new people wafted across Gideons nose and brought up images of Nat deep in his mind. Gideon walked to the end of the aisle and looked towards the enterence, still holding his ice cream, and noted the two men.
"Hmm...I should keep an ear on these people. They may be of some intrest to me." Gideon said to himself between handfuls of ice cream.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jul 30, 2008 18:22:02 GMT -5
"Let's see... Bread, fruit, some chicken, ice cream, juice... Which way's the bread? I told them not to ask me to go shopping..." A slightly worried voice said. The owner was apparently not used to this particular supermarket. He was looking around, his manner slightly jumpy, for some kind of sign. "Bread and fruit should be near the entrance, shouldn't they?" After a full three-sixty turn on the spot, he had finally found a sign directing him to at least one of his desired objects.
Sebastian Hane was a fairly normal sixteen year old, by his own standards. Currently, he was on a mission given to him by his room-mates, who were all too lazy to do their own shopping. As far as he cared to admit, there was nothing fantastic about him, but that was because he liked living in denial about his somewhat more mysterious side. Anyway, today he had clothed himself in what was a casual outfit for him. A black-and-white stripey long-sleeved top underneath an unbuttoned black short-sleeved shirt, fairly dark jeans with two studded belts crossed over each other at his waist, and fairly clean white skate shoes.
"Okay, got the bread... where's the ice cream?" Sebastian said to himself, ignoring the staring of others. "I could go and get some, then pay for it and eat it on the way round... Just say that they didn't have the flavour Stacey asked for..." He looked up at the signs again, and made his way over to the ice cream section of the supermarket.
OOC- Trying out a new character. :3
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Aug 2, 2008 21:44:51 GMT -5
OOC: 3 years from now I may actually get to finish an RP with a character and use it again...... That's about the length right?
And ugh.... It's been awhile since I've tried this.... Hopefully I can pull it off >.<
BIC: Alyssa walked around pretending to be shopping for produce, but actually watching people go about their business. Her dark brown hair had fallen in front of her face, which helped to keep it well covered should anyone choose to investigate what she was actually doing. However, despite her worries for it, she remained largely unnoticed by shoppers and was likely to remain so. A few people did manage to catch her eyes though, one young man seemed to be muttering to himself, while another one was walking around with ice cream. Why these two stuck out she couldn't fathom, all she could think of is how she didn't like crowds of people.
"And yet" mumbled to herself with a slight tone of frustration "I keep putting myself in places where I'm around them"
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 3, 2008 0:03:04 GMT -5
"Ice cream?" Tsubtoa mused to himself.
"It's cold." Joseph responded, glancing around warily.
"Yeah, but it'll melt before we get it home, won't it?" Tsubota asked tentively.
"I suppose it would... Let's just grab it first, and then grab some of those..." Joseph stopped, squinted, and leaned in close to the list. "Onl-l-l-oz."
"Cheerios?" Tsubota ventured a guess, bringing his cart around the corner into the frozen foods section with a screech.
"Must be, after the friggin' babies dumped our last box on the floor. I swear..." Joseph muttered, lowering the list to shove it into his pocket again.
"You swear often."
"That's because you all give me-" Joseph stopped, and tapped Tsubota on the shoulder. "Look at that."
"Oh, wow. Isn't he going to make a mess?" Tsubota asked, gaping at Gideon attacking the ice cream.
"Some people just can't wait to beat the heat, I suppose." Joseph growled quietly as Tsubota pushed the cart up to the nearest freezer full of ice cream.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Aug 4, 2008 19:01:42 GMT -5
"Geez, they want a lot of ice cream," Sebastian muttered to himself, reading the list as he drew closer to the ice cream aisle. "Vanilla, strawberry, chocolate, mint, mint-choc-chip, double chocolate... wait, choco-strawberry? Vanicolate? Vanilla-mint-mix? These flavours don't exist! They're just messing with me!" Sebastian frowned as he was reading the list, and turned, finally reaching the aisle in question. He glanced up the aisle, then stopped to look at someone who was, for some reason, eating ice cream with his bare hands.
"Alright, if you want," he muttered to himself, shifting his attention to the ice cream. He walked up a few freezers, then felt his jaw drop. There they were. Choco-strawberry and vanicolate. He looked at the next freezer, and vanilla-mint-mix was there. "What the... who would ever think up these flavours?" He opened the freezer and took out all the flavours in question, then glanced up the aisle again. He noticed another two people, two people that really did not look like they'd hang out as friends.
"Eh, none of my business," Sebastian said, closing the freezer and looking at his list again.
OOC- It's shocking how many people want ice cream.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Aug 4, 2008 21:03:13 GMT -5
OOC - I kind of want to have the King of Clubs come in and stage a robbery, but I don't have enough nerve and also why would he rob a supermarket and also a topic that isn't a fighting topic is a rare gem that must be preserved.
So maybe I'll send him in to purchase some hummus, or something.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 4, 2008 22:10:52 GMT -5
OOC: ICE CREAM. It's ALWAYS Ice Cream.
Also, this topic isn't so much pure characterization as it is "Adventure Topic that's starting a bit slow."
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Aug 4, 2008 23:35:01 GMT -5
Gideon devoured another handful of ice cream and quickly licked his pink hand clean. Glancing around, he noticed that there were quite a few people around now and wondered why he hadn't noticed sooner. It must have been the intoxicating scent of the strawberry delight that he held in his hands. Gideon quickly wipped his hand down the length of his khaki pants and smiled wide at the group around him. A pink film rested on his teeth and game him the appearence of a wolf after a fresh kill. Gideon quickly pushed his hand through his thick gray hair.
"Sorry, I have just had anything this amazing before. The name's Gideon by the way. Who are you all." Gideon said to no one in general.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Aug 10, 2008 15:39:56 GMT -5
Alyssa gave up on watching them, it was time to actually get some of the shopping done. She pulled out the list and started reading it to herself out loud. "Eggs, cranberry and orange juice, milk, cheese, bread, butter, peanut butter..... Do I even have enough money for this stuff? There's still a huge amount left too.... And to think I made this list up!" She sighed and continued starring at the list as she began walking around the store.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 19, 2008 18:42:25 GMT -5
OOC: Waiting for any one of the following, or somebody else, to join. Such people would be: PHOTU, Clicks, L^2, BB, Kaz, Pope, Kara, Ocelot, Boba Fett, Bonnie, Clyde, MC Hammer, the A-Team, a haffalump, a woozel, Gorbachev, Photu, that weird stain on Gorbachev's head, Mr. Yankovic, the Mighty Ducks, Arthur Dent, Socrates, the Son of Socrates, the Ghost of Socrates, Photu, the Ghost of the Son of Socrates, Socrates X, Photu, that one dude who had like ten X's in his username, the Sock Puppet Account of Socrates, that weird stain on Socrates's head, the midget from fantasy island, Sulu, Photu, and Sapphire Vaporeon. Of course, I think I might have forgot some people, like Pohatu.
BIC: "Name's Joseph." Joseph shoved his hands hastily into his jacket. He jerked suddenly, evidently have poked himself with one of the many pointed objects he kept hidden it his pocket, but kept his hands locked in place. He turned away from Gideon, examining the fishsticks with an arbitrary frown.
"And I'm Tsubota." The other answered, and pushed his cart to the side of the aisle. He stepped to Gideon, and extended a hand to shake, his smile warm. "I'm a senior... WAS a senior in Lighthouse High just around the block from here." Tsubota awkwardly paused again, wetting his lips.
"So, Gideon... Where are you from? Something about you tells me you aren't a local." Joseph mumbled, scraping some gum off of his boot with the opened door of a freezer.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Aug 19, 2008 21:12:53 GMT -5
Gideon shook Tsubotas hand gladly and seemed to think a very long moment. What would Gidoen say that would make things sound not so strange. He couldn't just come out and say that he was basically an alien werewolf from a different planet in a different diminsion, but he had to say something or it would draw unneeded attention to him.
"I'm from the...far north. Got to love the cold, ya know? I can't stand the heat around here." Gideon rambled out quickly as he pulled at his complex jacket.
Gideon was wearing a black tee shirt under his jacket along with a pair of faded jeans. His under clothing changed often since his transformations usually ripped them to shreads. Luckly he had always managed to remove the jacket before things got to 'hairy'. Gideon smiled softly as he licked his tub of ice cream and looked at Tsubota for a few moments more.
"There's something about you that I can't properly place. Mind enlightening me?" Gideon asked with a bit of a low rumble.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Aug 26, 2008 8:33:03 GMT -5
Charles Tanner was holding up a package of Roquefort for inspection when something over in the frozen foods aisle occurred to him.
He felt the same small mental rattle, almost a vibration, that he had perceived when he'd met young Terrian Brogue and his friends on board that airship. The cause was singular and obvious: Tanner was not the only power inside the supermarket.
After dropping the Roquefort into his sparsely filled shopping cart, Tanner wheeled it around and departed the dairy section. Experience told him to investigate at once; powers had a way of slipping off in a trace if left unattended. He wondered if, after all, it would be Brogue or one of his friends he met. Tanner was more or less halfway through a vacation in what, he supposed, must be their home country.
The disappointment Charles Tanner felt upon turning to enter the frozen foods aisle had less to do with the fact that he recognized none of the three people convened there, and more to do with the fact that one of them was using a freezer door to scrape something -- gum, presumably -- off the heel of his boot, while another was eagerly scooping strawberry ice cream directly out of the carton and into his mouth using only his hand.
On the whole, Tanner felt he had no reason to introduce himself. Still, he wanted to be sure of his sense, and so he drew near enough to the three to open a freezer door and take some ice cream of his own. Yes, truly. At least one, perhaps all, of them had powers. Closing the freezer door, Tanner caught the eye of the tallest one, the one who was merely holding the handlebar of another shopping cart. This least barbaric of them smiled slightly at Tanner, who nodded in return before wheeling his cart back around and leaving the frozen foods aisle. The ice cream was hazelnut.
Tanner had a few moments to reflect on this incident before a physical rather than mental jolt rushed into his fingers and up his arms. A girl with dark brown hair had just walked head-on into his shopping cart. With a small cry, she stumbled back; the pendulous shopping basket she held in one hand swung dangerously, but nothing fell out. Tanner cursed his inattentiveness, then realized she must not have been looking where she was going either: a shopping list was clutched intently in her other hand.
"Ah, pardon me, miss!"
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 26, 2008 22:19:35 GMT -5
OOC: Giving you guys a day to do reactions/such or scurry in at the last second. Then I move the plot along very suddenly, and very painfully.
And Photu is iiiinnnnn! YAY! We've got enough people to get this wagon rolling!
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Sept 2, 2008 8:31:49 GMT -5
Alyssa stared at him, completely at a loss for words.
-How did I not see him??- She wondered to herself. She began to feel the eyes of other people and turned to see a couple other shoppers turn their gaze upon her.
She began to blush, but stood up and looked at the man who's cart she had crashed into. "Oh, um.. It's ok... I'm sorry,I should have been paying attention to where I was going...." She said it all slowly, but quietly. Almost as if she was expecting a scolding for not paying attention.
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Clicker
Joyeuse Insurgency
Trunk Monkey Thief Retriever
They're more fun airborne.
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Post by Clicker on Sept 2, 2008 10:18:40 GMT -5
Emily chewed on her pencil slightly. She had a list out in front of her. She had heard of a little girl who was turning seven, and the parents were really poor. She was going to bake a beautiful princess train cake. It was going to be a train with princesses from all through time on each cart. Emily had it all planned out, and now she had to purchase all the items needed. She grabbed five large containers of multi colored sugers. Then moved on to the frosting, and betty crocker cake boxes. She went to the frozen food isle to grab icecream. There seemed to be a crowd gathering around near the frozen food. She had to have a box of each: strawberry, cottencandy, vanilla, mint, chocolate, rasperry, something purple and something red. Emily was on a mission. failure was not an option. She took a deep breath and charged through the crowd to the icecream.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 3, 2008 0:29:26 GMT -5
"I'm wearing colored contacts?" Tsubota ventured. This wasn't entirely untrue. Though his eyes were never as vividly red as Miko's, like all summoners his had a reddish tint. The contacts he wore were simply to make his eyes, the color of dried blood, a more regular brown. Green hair could pass easily as youthful rebelliousness, but eyes like his would pique curiosity much more quickly.
"And I'm a member of the PTA." Joseph added with a note of irony, having also lifted something from one of the cases to snack on while they conversed.
"That's a frozen chicken patty, Joseph." Tsubota chided.
"It's good." Joseph retorted, gnawing on the hunk of icy meat. He stumbled and dropped it to the floor with a clatter as Emily forced by him. Pushed off balance, Joseph started to slip, but paused. In fact, everything paused.
NOW SEEMS LIKE A WONDERFUL TIME TO BEGIN A massive voice boomed throughout the store, both inside and outside the minds of all the patrons. Curiously enough, although deafeningly loud, the speech didn't echo at all. The sight of the store began to blur, becoming watery, although each person remained clearly in sharp definition. The colors began melting, running down and pooling at the floor, the edges of the store replaced by walls of blackness.
"Indeed, it is time for a game." A thin framed young man, droopy black hair hanging over his eyes, appeared in the midst of the bizarre vision. He paced slowly to the back of the store, pushing an immobilized stockboy aside as if he weighed next to nothing. He touched the pitch black wall once, shrugged, and then turned to face the group.
"You all have seen reality television, I'm sure." The man tapped his right foot on the floor, leaving a luminous white spot where it had touched. "Anywho, we're going to have a game like that, right now, but not right here." The boundaries of the pale spot immediately snapped to the corners of the room that had once been a grocery store. Normal motion resumed, Joseph catching himself in midfall and snapping to his feet, Tsubota stepping forwards as if getting ready to restrain him, and many others almost tumbling over themselves.
"Please group up by me, and have a seat." The dark haired man stated, the please obviously only an affectation of speech. There was some underlying factor in his voice that made it tug at people's minds, pulling on a level both above and below emotion and logic. Joseph and Tsubota drifted over numbly, the former staying at a hostile distance, while Tsubota sat down "Indian Style" about ten feet from the man.
"Do you have the right to do this?" A gravelly looking elderly man queried, leaning on his shopping cart.
"Yeah, don't we have to sign some kind of form, first?" A blonde girl, presumably somewhere in her midtwenties, was sitting with her legs straight, leaning back on her hands.
"No, no, no. You see, you all are dealing with somebody here who's far above the producers, far above the networks." He turned, twirling a regal looking purple cape that had seemingly miraculously appeared. "Above the government. Above all laws... Above NATURE. I... am a god." He grinned, his teeth shining with unearthly light.
"I'm an atheist." Another shopper protested, this one a sharply dressed young man with a chain hanging from his pants.
"You must be an imbecile. In this world, where on a daily basis, deities rain down their wrath indescriminately, you profess belief that none exist?" The man held up a hand, shushing the others, and walked towards the youth.
"No... I believe that none deserve such a moniker with the way that they act. Thus, there are no gods, no reason for worship of beings that claim to be higher than myself." The man responded, biting his lip and staring their captor in the eye. Drawing back has hand as if to strike the naysayer, hints of flame forming in his palm, the man stopped.
"Oh well. Your denial won't save from my reality." He whispered, and then walked backwards slowly until he was leaning up against the wall, keeping his eyes trained on the youth.
"Anyways, the rules for this little competition..." The man paused. "Pay attention, because this is a life or death matter."
"Really? Sounds like fun." Joseph growled.
"Oh, it is. But not for you guys. Anyways, it's a simple contest for you all. Get to the beacon, and get a prize."
"What beacon? What prize?" A young lady piped up, leaning forwards attentively.
"Oh, you'll see it out on the course. You all have race about a quarter mile, and if you make it, you get rewarded depending on how well you did in the eyes of the audience."
"I guess this won't be too bad, then." A middle aged man sighed in relief, leaning against a wall.
"I'm sure you'll think that when this is over." The shady character smiled slyly. "Before we start, I've got four more things to tell you. First, we've hired four teams of twenty to try and block you from reaching the beacon. Second, nothing is against the rules. Third, there are supplies stashed along the course."
"Supplies?" The stockboy that had been shoved queried.
"Yes, Chippy. You're gonna need that Gatorade. Anyways, as I was saying, rule number four... Eh, we need a demonstration. Anybody want out of this?" A few hands went up, mostly of the elderly. Gesturing flamboyantly, the man pointed at a sourfaced man, looking as if he had just devoured a whole lemon.
"Why do you want out?"
"It's a waste of time."
"No accounting for taste. Anyways, the rest of you, wait for this demonstration before trying to bow out." He led the man over to his side, and yawned slightly.
"How do I do this?" The man's tone was rather pressing.
"It's simple. You just say... Victory, and you're done with the contest."
"Good enough." The man smirked slightly, and turned away from the host. "Victory."
The man was gone before the last syllable had finished leaving his lips, consumed in a violent blaze. The nearest woman to him was caught in the conflagration, incinerated before she could even choke out a scream. The flames quickly dwindled down to nothing, leaving only fluttering ashes and a few charred bones to mark where two people had been before.
"They won't need to compete." The man smirked, clapping quietly.
"You bastard!" Tsubota shouted, springing to his feet and rushing at the man. The rest of the crowd had descended into chaos, half madly surging towards their tormentor, the other half panicking and trying to get as far away from the man as possible. Joseph, who had his hand raised for the demonstration, slowly lowered it.
"That's showbiz. Anyways..." The man paused to chuckle as a hurled jar passed harmlessly through his face and shattered on the wall behind him. "I'm the Lord of the Lamp, and this is the Course of Death, Season One." The man vanished, leaving the crowds sealed in an empty room, with only the black walls and the ashes of two people to accompany them.
OOC: So yeah. Featureless room about 250 feet by 250 feet, white floor, black walls, black ceiling fifty feet up in the air. Upon inspection or attack, the walls seem to be made of a painted wood, similar to plywood, about five feet thick, and the floor seems to be quartz, and about ten feet thick. Don't worry about getting out this round. This one is for reactions and such, and then we get out my next post. If you wanna force your way out early, PM me.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Sept 3, 2008 23:29:10 GMT -5
Charles Tanner plucked his jewelled cane from his shopping cart with violently trembling hands. He had guessed something like that was going to happen to the sour-faced man, but he hadn't anticipated quite that ending, nor had he foreseen that the destruction would be allowed to spread to the woman. With his cane, he gently tapped the black wall. When his cane didn't burst into flame, Tanner concluded the wall was likely safe and proceeded to lean against it. He was old; such shocks were very poor for his nerves; he liked to do his best to make his life as free of surprise as possible. However, this wasn't the type of eventuality for which he had thought to prepare himself.
The game was called "the Course of Death". This suggested to Tanner quite naturally that people were meant to die, and not simply from making the mistake the sour-faced man had. "Nothing is against the rules." Were the competitors therefore meant to try to pick each other off?
The man -- the Lord of the Lamp -- had said nothing about being the first one to reach the beacon. The goal was simply to reach the beacon and win a prize. Would the prize be greatest for those who finished earliest? No doubt... but how else could the prize be increased? His mind fell into its most familiar technique, even more so than the endless mental exercises of conjuring: attempting to find a way to wring the greatest possible profit out of the situation.
Charles Tanner had little doubt that his conjuring skills could make him an instant crowd favorite, but he suspected he might gain the most favor by using them to kill.
This was not a stirring thought. Yet, considering the King of Clubs had never yet taken a life, he imagined he ought to be considering the prospect with the horror of a soldier about to go into battle for the first time. Or, if not that, he could at least feel vindictive and sinister and properly look forward to his first act of murder.
In truth he felt very little about it one way or another.
He looked around at the other shoppers. Briefly he was moved by the looks on their faces, the raw terror contorting their eyes and mouths. But they looked familiar to him. Ah of course. Here were the faces of all the people he had robbed, exploited, intimidated, and held at death's tip. The fear he saw here was really nothing more or less than the fear those people had felt, when it was he and not the Lord of the Lamps who had jolted them out of their reverie. Nothing more or less.
They were disposable, then, honestly. They'd be just as terrified if it was a man in a mask with a gun who had walked into the grocery store. Why show more compassion for them merely because of the change in circumstances?
Still, Tanner doubted he'd need to resort to murder right off the bat. His eyes fell upon the tallest and least barbaric of the trio he had noticed earlier, who had led the charge against the Lord of the Lamps after the sour-faced man's end. This young man had some mettle, Tanner guessed. He took an odd sort of comfort in deciding that he'd rather not see this one dead. Feeling less shaky, Tanner pushed off the wall and approached the man.
"What do you make of it?"
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Clicker
Joyeuse Insurgency
Trunk Monkey Thief Retriever
They're more fun airborne.
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Post by Clicker on Sept 4, 2008 10:33:58 GMT -5
Emily had just gotten some vanilla icecream when this freak appeared out of no where and transported them all to a new location. She gasped that would've been her second time being teleported. Unlike the first though, the man seemed unaffected. The man then started talking about reality tv shows. Emily had smiled because she enjoyed them and always wanted to be on one. She could barely understand why some people wanted out. Then a man and woman were incinerated. Emily who at the time was kneeling almost fell backwords. She leapt to her feet, but she couldn't throw her spikes. There were to many people and she didn't want to injure any of them. Then the man disappeared. She fought back the nausia she had. 'The women hadn't done anything' she thought the anger welling up inside of her. 'The man didn't do much either, but why did he kill the woman as well'. She sat back down still feeling ill.
OOC: Lee feel free to write my character if you need to.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Sept 4, 2008 14:02:43 GMT -5
Sebastian wasn't quite processing this properly. That was one of his skills. He never seemed to be able to fully grasp the situations he was put into. He had just seen someone violently murdered by some kind of supernatural psychopath with a sick sense of humour, and the first thing he had thought of was how the person had managed to cause fire like that. No mourning for the death of the person in question, no sense of panic about the capture. Just brief interest, though slight fear. He looked around, realising that he should probably be panicking. He just wasn't.
However, as he gazed through the crowds, he saw at least two people. One of them had vividly green hair, but he was the only one that stood out massively. They weren't panicking either. Making his way through the crowd, he approached them. "Would anyone mind telling me exactly what's happening?" Sebastian asked.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 4, 2008 23:57:22 GMT -5
"No, no, no!" Tsubota shouted, kicking the wall in vain as the man escaped. He turned to look at the ashes, a curious look drifting over his enraged grimace, and he extended his left hand. A blue miasma drifted from his palm, encircling the heaps of dust and seeping into them until it disappeared. Tsubota's expression sagged, lost in thought and staring harshly at the remains. The two men interupted him, the Summoner jumping as if they had scared the daylights out of him. A noise almost like breaking glass, though much quieter, was heard by those standing nearby.
"Guh! Ummm... No r-real idea." Tsubota said, still seemingly a little shaken. Tanner cocked an eyebrow at his behavior, keeping that side of his faced turned away from the youth. Such confidence before, such meekness now... Which was the real him? He was cut off in his musings by Tsubota shakily walking away from them, a quick jittery gesture telling the duo to follow him. He staggered over to the corner of the store where Joseph had drifted, dropping the floor haphazardly and trying to fold his legs properly.
"Bit too much to drink?" Joseph asked, seemingly directing the question to everybody around him. He reached into his coat pocket, and produced a cigarette. "Now, if I had been quicker, that guy woulda lit this for me. But instead, I gotta find my lighter." He began patting his pockets absentmindedly.
"This is Jos-Joseph, guys." Tsubota offered, still shaking slightly. "He's my frrriend."
"I'm grrreat." Joseph mulled, and slumped back hard against the wall. "Anybody have a light? And Tsubota, what's wrong with you, anyways?"
"Welllll... I was trying, trying to see what haaad happened to the souls of the two victims, but it ap-p-p-p-pears that their souls were consumed in the flames as well as their b-b-b-bodies." Tsubota stammered. "Anywez, while Iii was scanning them, I was sur-rized, and my ssspell recoiled. I'll beee bet-t-t-er in a minute." Tsubota stopped, and took an exasperated breath.
"That's all folks." Joseph growled.
"Shush." Tsubota sighed, exhaled, and inhaled again. He brought a hand up, and rubbed at his throat for a moment before talking. "L-like getting punched in the thrrroat a couple times, and kicked in the head for good measure. From inside."
"Anyways, yes, I'm a white mage, and Joseph here's a veteran. We can take care of ourselves. Still, I doubt we should trust the man. A quarter mile is too short for much carnage... Unless it's full of mines." Tsubota stopped talking, swallowing a lump in his throat.
"Which is why I'm just going to wait until team Lemmings rushes ahead of us." Joseph mumbled, twirling his cigarette between his fingers.
"I'm not. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm going to try to stop as many people as I can before they take off. If they go, they'll be slaughtered wholesale... I just wish I knew when the race was starting..." Tsubota said, his face taking on his earlier determination.
"Probably when somebody finds a door." Joseph offered.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Sept 5, 2008 1:13:52 GMT -5
OOC - I'd be more mad at you for the autoing, or at least feel more inclined to reproach you for it, if you weren't so good at it. Jeez. Between this and Chords, you've clearly learned how to handle my characters better since that Terrian cameo in "Out a Moment, Be Back Soon". Now let's see you write Rhometer and Higgledy-Piggledy convincingly.
Ho ho but seriously I'll properly respond once another person or two has chimed back in since the plot warp.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Sept 5, 2008 19:39:56 GMT -5
Alyssa stared in wide-eyed horror of what had just happened to the man, and the woman close to them. "It cou-coul... It just couldn't have happened...." She mumbled to herself
Shortly after words she collapsed to the floor. Why was this happening? What would happen to them all? She pulled up her sleeves a bit and stared at the scars on her arms.
Would it happen again? What if it did?
She suddenly felt very tempted, to say victory too.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 9, 2008 22:16:39 GMT -5
OOC: Actually, the "Terrian" incident was me intentionally miswriting the character to mock the sniggling misconception that Terrian, as your main character, was identical to your forum persona, as is common with many, many other RPers (Ch00bs, BB, DL, myself, El, DJKates, etc.) Although, these days, it's getting better, since we're all growing as writers, and the "Ensemble cast" has become standard practice. And yeah, I'm one of the better autoers you'll find, since I was raised doing it in RP. Whenever somebody needed an alt, I'd write their characters for them. I'm fairly sure in the Golden Age, I had covered for BB, Steph, Ch00bs, Kevin, Stephanitis, Mawile, Reddragon, and several other big names, all with their explicitly asked permission. So I'm Henry Ford's successor as the auto-King. Anyways, time to resume is nigh, since we're not getting any younger. Except for Blood, whatwith his whole time-vortex paradox thing, but that's quantum physics so he can sit down. I'll edit my post in after midnight.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Sept 9, 2008 23:22:23 GMT -5
OOC: Actually, the "Terrian" incident was me intentionally miswriting the character to mock the sniggling misconception that Terrian, as your main character, was identical to your forum persona, as is common with many, many other RPers (Ch00bs, BB, DL, myself, El, DJKates, etc.) OOC - Oh, you're smart! You are smart. You're a clever, clever man. This isn't sarcasm -- I'm impressed. How cunning of you to notice that fundamental fact setting Terrian apart and to act upon it. You never do cease to surprise me.
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Clicker
Joyeuse Insurgency
Trunk Monkey Thief Retriever
They're more fun airborne.
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Post by Clicker on Sept 10, 2008 12:04:28 GMT -5
Emily stood up. She had decided that if she were to live she had to regain her composure. She walked over to where some men were talking, one was stuttering, the other didn't seem to notice that two people had just been vaporized. He asked if someone had a lighter. Emily did but was strongly against smoking so she didn't say anything. " Okay," She said to them. "I'm gonna stick with you guys." Especially the hairy one refered to as Joseph, she thought silently. He seemed the most interested in self-preservation, so sticking with him meant most likely to live. "I don't care if it bothers you, by the way, I want to survive and you guys seem like my best chance." She reached in her hot pink purse and pulled out a pack of bubbilicious gum. "ANyone want a piece?" she offered.
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