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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 12, 2007 23:29:48 GMT -5
Zebedee glared at his left arm. During his battle with Prime, he had protected it with a forcefied. However, even with the protection from the forcefield and his new shield, and the assistance his stigmata gave him in channeling holy power, the angelic sword had still snapped his wrist like a decayed toothpick. He had returned home, and they had patched it as best they could, but they were out of Phoenix tears, and healing magic was totally out of the question, especially so close to his stigmata...
They had speed-healed it with Andalite technology, but his arm would still be in a sling for at least another two or three days. He glared at it bitterly, as if it was trying to hold him back. How dare it go and break on him! He had a life to live!
He looked about for a moment, taking note of where his travels had taken him. A small city in the Northwest of the United States, crisp and clean with the slightest chill in the air about him. The layout was simplistic, probably due to the fact that it was set up all within the span of a single century, unlike the east coast cities. A river ran through the middle, once polluted by industries, but now peaceful and crystal clear, with children and fishermen on its banks.
He had drifted here without apparent reason, just on a whim... He produced his feather with some difficulty from his pocket, and gazed at it in the palm of his right hand. Blue and gold lights danced up and down its fine surface in the afternoon sun, like some kind of fairy or spirit. He smiled momentarilly as the wind rushed through his hair, turning to face the brisk breeze.
Zebedee suddenly realized something... An empty feeling, something off. He turned to see his feather floating away on the breeze, far out of his reach... This was seriously bad news.
OOC: Okay, gonna go for a more subdued, lower power-level romp. Keep it roughly street-level (Spiderman or such), not much higher.
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Post by Clicker on Mar 20, 2007 14:12:31 GMT -5
A girl was standing behind him. Her reddish brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. "Hey tuff guy, how strong are you really?" Emily knew it was a pathetic line, but she wanted to fight. Besides the man looked as if he’d just been in a fight; though nota big one. Throwing punches never really was her style, but it sure helped in relieving anger. Personally she preferred the art of dagger throwing, her whole childhood she had practiced. In fact for a year she had traveled the world to study the art of dagger throwing. Her weapon preference was toothpicks because though not fatal they could really annoy somebody. She was wearing dark blue flairs and a mint green t-shirt. Emily tensed her muscles, and flexed her fingers slightly. She was ready for a good fight. Hopefully this man wouldn’t be overly tough, last time she picked a fist fight with some one to strong she had needed to use some toothpicks to escape it was really embarrassing. “How’ bout a normal skin on skin fist fight” she said “though you do realize you have no choice right, because if you refuse I will attack anyways, maybe with a weapon.”
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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 20, 2007 22:32:26 GMT -5
"Well, that's pleasant. I go and get a broken arm fighting something nigh-approaching a deity, get it in a sling, and now, I get attacked by the Girl Scout #666." Zebedee sighed, turned to face her, and produced his racquet from a bag over his shoulder. It didn't feel good, wielding it in his right hand. He COULD manage it, but it was so much more familiar to his left.
"I don't want any trouble. The sparring I've done this past week is more than satisfying enough." Zebedee watched his feather in the corner of his eye, trying to make sure it didn't drift too far away. No such luck. It was already almost out of his range, just a glinting speck. He sighed once more, and eased the edge of his right foot under a sturdy stone. If she came at him, he'd make sure she didn't continue her pursuit.
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Post by Clicker on Mar 21, 2007 9:17:08 GMT -5
She mock laughed about the girlscout remark, but it was only to hide her uncertainty. Emily just wanted a good fist fight, but it looked like this man wanted to play hard. "Crap" she mumbled then removed several toothpicks from her pocket. Quickly she evaluated him, the stance he took showed that he was right handed. He was lucky then that his left arm was injured. Though what did she know about tennis players? Emily started sweating. "So" she said with as much confidence as she could muster "you play rough. Thats good, because so do I." In truth, she had been in very few fights where she actually had to use her talent. Her mind was screaming at her DON'T DO IT, THIS IS STUPID, he's gonna kick your butt outa this solar system, DON'T DO IT!!!!! It's a shame in her youth she'd trained herself not to trust her insticts. She charged at him dropped to the ground, doing a slide, and flicked her wrists sending two toothpicks sailing. One went at his groin the other at his face.
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Post by Aurora on Mar 21, 2007 13:09:23 GMT -5
A pure black spear spun through the air batting the toothpicks away, Alexia landed in front of Zebedee, he spear held in a defensive position. She had watched from afar, Zebedee catching her interest but when the girl had attack Alexia felt like she had to jump in, attacking someone with injury was so last century. “Leave him alone; can’t you see he’s injured?” Alexia snarled her voice soft as usual though. “If you want to fight someone, fight me.” She challenged, normally she wouldn’t of challenged anyone, she was very shy. But some things just pissed her off. OOC - I decided that I like this character from FRP so much, I'd bring her into ORP.
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Post by kazkame on Mar 21, 2007 13:39:22 GMT -5
suddenly a rift opened up next to this group of people. out of it came Shant. His hair was covered in snow and frost. He sensed had no idea how or why he was here. just before he was fighting an Arctic demon, but know he was around an injured man and two women. " i guess your a lucky guy." he said shaking his head. He walked up to the man and stretched his hand out. " Shant,...and you are ?"
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Post by Clicker on Mar 21, 2007 13:43:02 GMT -5
"Woah" she said she couldn't help but stare. "That was rather awesome" she said as she stood up. "I guess I could fight with you" she said. The way she saw it was that she had three ways out. Bluffing her personal favorite, begging the one most likely to work, or fighting which she knew she would loose. If I make the wrong move this could be fatal she thought. "Okay then if your ready" she said confidently. She reached in her pockets and pulled out four objects, compressed her hands, and a two inch dagger appeared out of both sides of all of them. YOU ARE GOING TO DIE YOU DOLT her mind was yelling, she tried to grin but she was scared. She had only fought one other human with these blades, she had killed them in five seconds flat. She still hadn't gotten over it. Emily really didn't want to hurt anybody, but what could she do this was her mess. She then pulled out two bracelets from her pocket, and settled them between her index finger and her thumb. The bracelets were magnetic or something and when she squeezed them her daggers would return. The person who created them hadn't been real specific. Almost to fast to see she whipped a dagger at the lady intentionally missing, then sqeezed a bracelet to bring it back. as she did this she threw another this time at the lady. Before she it had gotten two feet she had returned it. "How good's your reaction time" Emily asked with a short laugh.
OOC: Whoops, simul-posted with Kaz. Just say that mine was happening right as you popped in.
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Post by Aurora on Mar 25, 2007 19:26:08 GMT -5
Alexia flinched slightly as the weapons had come at her, but not enough for anyone without more than perfect eyesight to see. She stood defiantly in front of Zebedee, not wanting hi9m to fight with the injured arm. Alexia drove the butt of her halberd into the ground, the earth visible shaking on impact.
“Stop the fighting now one of us is going to get hurt otherwise.” Alexia said slowly, her purple eyes shining for a second with faint power before they went dull, revealing her normal great pooling purple eyes.
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Post by Clicker on Mar 26, 2007 14:37:27 GMT -5
Emily paused for a moment and stared; this guy had just like appeared and introduced himself. How on earth, she thought to herself, did the guy with the racket call in so many allies. An ear piece may haps, oh well, if she lived she’d have to ask because that was totally sweet the way that one guy appeared. Oh crap, she realized I am going to die, maybe if I beg for forgiveness…. No, that’ll never work, her mind was rambling and she couldn’t keep up with it. Well I deserved it, I started the fight, she tried to reason with herself. Even with that, the idea of dieing still wasn’t appealing. Then the lady said “Stop the fighting now one of us is going to get hurt otherwise.” Yeah and everyone knows who that one is, she thought sarcastically, me. “Let’s, please” Emily said with much relief, or gratification she couldn’t tell which. She realized that the lady had just either spared her much physical pain, or saved her life, whatever the case Emily owed her big. Quickly she wiped her palms on the sides of her pants; she had been sweating a lot (to say the least). “By the way name’s Emily”
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Post by Aurora on Mar 26, 2007 18:31:21 GMT -5
Alexia shouldered her spear a relaxed a little, she really didn’t want to fight she actually hated fighting but it had to be done, to survive and she had this good girl thing that made her save people and such. “The names Alexia,” she replied, “Don’t go fighting everyone you see, or you’re not gonna make many friends,” she explained, only bad people fought everyone, people she hated and that she was slightly scared of. Who in their right mind could be so cruel to their own race, to other human-beings people the same as them and not be crazy. Alexia didn’t know the answer, and that’s why she fought bad people maybe she would find out one day and to help of course. OOC – Gonna wait for Lee since it’s his topic now. Someone give him a push for me?
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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 30, 2007 18:07:29 GMT -5
OOC: My sister gave me many pushs, literal and figurative.
BIC: Zebedee strugged to replace his racquet in his bag, relaxing as the situation was diffused. "Most grateful to all of you for the assistance. That was almost a really bad situation for me." He turned to face the girl with the toothpicks. "As for you, well, I'm glad you stopped your assault. Everybody, please let her be. It's very possible she assumed that I would use my powers, in which case, even with my broken arm, I'd be a substantial threat."
"As most of you must know by now, the name's Zebedee Taylor, and I carelessy misplaced something very important to me. It was a large feather of blue, white and gold. If you know where it went, I really could use your help."
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Post by kazkame on Mar 30, 2007 19:44:06 GMT -5
" umm mr. Taylor why might this feather be importent to you" said Shant softly
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Post by bulbaboy on Apr 2, 2007 20:09:05 GMT -5
A strange and beautiful bird landed on Zebs shoulder, taking care not cause him any pain in his frail and broken arm. The bird was reddish brown and not much larger than a hawk. Its wings were the same reddish brown as its body and eventually faded into black at the tips. Two bright green eyes darted around at the group taking everyone in. Finally it tilted its head toward Lee,
<I had originally decided to follow you in hopes of making sure that you didn’t aggravate that arm but as always I am unneeded.> Sly said feigning sadness. <Anyways, Rick is going to be summoning the Phoenix soon for a new batch of tears. Odd, he can summon it in battle purely on rage and instinct, but for practical needs it takes days to prepare. I guess it’s just one more thing I have to study. So, who are your friends?> Sly finished as he cast another glance at the people around Zeb.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 2, 2007 20:31:31 GMT -5
"Quite bluntly, I have as little idea as you do. I can tell you their names, and that's about it. Alexia, who has some powers that I'm not quite certain about yet. Emily, a girl who I'm guessing is a master of thrown weapons, and then Jason, a warrior who has some sort of dimension related abilities. All of you, meet Sly, a good friend of mine."
"And... Well, that feather of mine... It has sentimental value for me, so to speak." Zebedee sid to the three newcomers. He gave Sly a glance, and spoke to him privately via their empathic link.
<Don't want to let them know I'm open and powerless right now. Keep people guessing.>
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Post by kazkame on Apr 5, 2007 14:57:28 GMT -5
" Can someone explain why we all met here on this day at this time, because this might be apart of some Divine plan." said Shant in his calmest tone. " a talking bird, two women, and some guy with a feather all coming to the same spot, this strikes me as odd."
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Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 5, 2007 23:13:54 GMT -5
"Well, actually, I've begun to think of it more like Murphy's law." Zebedee stated, shrugging. "At first it's uncanny, but don't worry. After a few occasions it ends up killing your sense of wonder pretty severely." Zebedee gave a bitter smile.
"Anyways, while we're here and not preoccupied killing eachother, how about we attempt to locate said feather? I'd appreciate the assistance in this. More people means we can cover more ground, y'know?" Zebdedee tried his best to face the group, quite a feat while one was perched on his shoulder.
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Post by bulbaboy on Apr 6, 2007 10:48:13 GMT -5
Sly fluttered his wings and lifted himself into the air just long enough to land on Zebs head. <Well I’ll try and search the sky as best I can. I can also check with the other birds and find out if they’ve seen anything. If you guys find it or need any help just yell.> With a strong beat of his wings Sly took off into the sky, leaving Zebs hair rather messed up.
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Post by kazkame on Apr 6, 2007 18:55:41 GMT -5
" I guess i'll go west to look for you precious feather, anybody else wanna come ?" said jason lightly. He decided to just start walking since it was kinda a one man job.
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Post by Clicker on Apr 7, 2007 21:13:15 GMT -5
Emily stood there akwardly for a moment, then said to Zebedee with as much enthusiasm as she could muster "Okay, this will be a piece of cake. I mean how hard could it be to find a large blue feather? It's not like someone would steal it, and it couldn't have gotten far" she paused "right?"
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Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 8, 2007 0:14:57 GMT -5
"Well, judging by the windspeed and such, it's somewhere in roughly a five mile radius, most likely in that direction." Zebedee said, pointing out across the river. "It's small, but brightly colored. We should have little trouble finding it, unless I grossly underestimated the difficulty, in which case, weeeellll... We may be here a while."
OOC: BTW, whoever wants to find it, PM me, and I'll tell you what the circumstances are.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 2, 2007 23:37:44 GMT -5
OOC: Could Aurora, Bulbs, Kaz, or Mack please do something? Even saying: "They looked and saw nothing." is good enough.
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Post by bulbaboy on Jul 3, 2007 10:37:06 GMT -5
Despite Slys high altitude and kean eye sight, he saw nothing.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 17, 2007 20:25:32 GMT -5
The group's search had been pretty much fruitless. Despite crossing the river, asking the local populace, and searching high and low, nobody had managed to find so much as a hint as to the wereabouts of the feather.
Zebedee sighed, and rubbed his chin with his good hand. He had seriously screwed up, and now he was paying for it. He licked his lips, and went to sit down on a metal bench.
"Guys, I think it's about time that we gave-" Zebedee's tongue stopped as a brilliant flash went up in the air. A moment later, a visible wave of force passed over them. KRACKOOM!
A loud noise sliced through the air with such intensity that it could be felt in their bones. Shattered glass rained from the buildings into the streets, tinkling as it crashed into the pavement. People screamed and tried to duck for cover, thinking that something had gone horribly wrong.
"What the heck was that? A bomb?" Zebedee screamed to the others, and rushed around the street corner, to the source of the blast.
As he reached the street, he stopped to gape. The faces of buildings had been blown away, leaving their charred interiors visible to all. Cars had been picked up and hurled as if a giant had gone on a rampage helter skelter through the town. Smoke and a haze of dust obscured his vision, but he could see a luminous form at the very center of the carnage.
The smoke began clearing, and revealed the source of the devastation. A little boy stood, arms akimbo, with a wide smile on his face. Jutting from one of his little clenched fists was Zebedee's feather, shining with power.
"Didja see what I did?"
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Post by Clicker on Jul 25, 2007 10:20:53 GMT -5
Emily had not seen a darn thing. She had found a blue bracelet, quite cute actually, but other than that she didn't see anything. She groaned and cracked her neck this was going to take awile she thought. Suddenly there was a massive explosion. Emily looked around cluelessly. She was terribly confused. Immediatly she thought of a movie where huge monsters came from the future and tried destroy the world. "It had to be a bomb" she reassured herself, but still she felt a little hesitant. Finally she mustered up her courage and ran toward where the explosion seemed to come from. She turned a corner and almost tripped over a piece of fallen debris. When she regained her balance she saw Zebedee staring at a little boy. "Oh the poor boy," she looked over at Zebedee who was just standing there. "How can you just stand there" she scolded. Then ran to help the poor boy, but then stopped. Odd she thought, the boy is smiling, thats not right. Then she noticed that the boy was holding the blue feather. "Zebedee he has your feather! Arn't you happy your feathers been found? Excuse me" she waved at the little boy "that feather it belongs to him and its really important. May we please have it back?"
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Post by bulbaboy on Jul 25, 2007 10:26:59 GMT -5
Sly stood in his natural form next to Lee. The Andalites tail was low to the ground curving slightly to the left then, at a sharper degree, to the right. His arms were crossed as he stood staring down the road at the child. He studied the child with his main eyes and used one stalk-eye to watch the other members of their group while the other scanned the rest of the area in his 360 degree field of vision.
<Well, this is certainly going to be a problem.>
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Post by kazkame on Jul 25, 2007 11:19:25 GMT -5
Shant ran towards the blast dragging his coffin along the way. He stoped next to the owner of the missing feather. Then he saw the small child with feather in hand. "i'm not good with kids",he said looking at his feet with dismay.
OOC: shitty post i have to clean this up
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