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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 13, 2008 2:24:21 GMT -5
"Yamarie, eh? Interesting name." Zebedee said quietly, thinking to himself. He picked his way over a large chunk of cement that had landed in the middle of the road, and then stumbled over a protruding metal pipe.
"Don't worry, Emily. It seems we're all cursed to klutzhood in this terrain." Lee muttered, clutching his arm.
"As if an awkward human body wasn't trouble enough." Sly groaned good naturedly as he crossed the rubble. "I try to be discrete for once, and this is how life rewards me." He hopped down from the piece he was clambering across, and took a careful look around him. "We're almost out of the rough, guys. Then it's just a little way to the corner."
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Post by Clicker on Jun 15, 2008 16:03:40 GMT -5
"So what exactly is the deal with your feather?" Emily asked Zebedee. "I mean it's obviously not an ordinary feather that you find on a bird."
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Post by luigilover on Jun 15, 2008 20:34:56 GMT -5
"Well don't feathers usually come off from birds" ? Yamarie said with sarcasm and a bit of questioning as to what was going on.
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Post by kazkame on Jun 17, 2008 19:25:11 GMT -5
"As a matter a fact, what exactly is this feather ? It looks like it has immense power for such a delicate item. " he said with a bewildered look.
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Post by luigilover on Jun 30, 2008 22:54:57 GMT -5
OOC: If the story hasn't ended then why has the writing stopped? Atleast to my knowledge it hasn't.
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Post by Clicker on Jul 1, 2008 20:49:09 GMT -5
OOC: Thats because we're waiting for SOMEONE to respond. (LEEEEEEE)
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 7, 2008 1:23:06 GMT -5
"Well, it's about as far from a feather as you'll ever get." Zebedee said with an ironic smile.
<Are you sure that you want to tell them all of this?> Sly privately thought to Zebedee.
<Yeah. If they're risking their lives, they should know what they're risking them for.> Zebedee responded. Ever since an incident a while back, Zebedee had been able to send thoughts to Sly, though nobody else. It was part of a mental link that they had forged.
"Anyways, everybody, it's... Well, as Shant guessed, it's a weapon. The man who created it had a flair for the dramatic and such, so instead of making it into a box or whatever, spent an entire year refining it into that shape..." Zebedee paused and looked around again. "I don't need it, I guess... But it makes saving lives a lot easier."
"Then you do need it." Sly responded, running his fingers through his hair. He jerked his thumb to the left, indicating the road that they needed to take. "Thyra, Nat, Ender, Rick... Me. We all count on you being in peak condition when trouble comes knocking."
"I'm not that strong." Zebedee deferred.
"It's not how strong you are on your own that matters. It's knowing that we all can count on eachother." Sly sighed. He paused to think for a moment. "You know, I really need to stop sounding like a fortune cookie."
OOC: One more round of posts, and then I move us to the climax of the story.
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Post by luigilover on Jul 7, 2008 21:00:25 GMT -5
OOC: Alleluia
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Post by kazkame on Jul 17, 2008 15:30:12 GMT -5
OOC: who's it ?
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 17, 2008 15:55:53 GMT -5
OOC: It was Luigilover's turn, but she didn't post anything. :/
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Post by luigilover on Jul 17, 2008 19:02:19 GMT -5
"OK so you had a feather that could destroy the world and your telling me that my little brother has it." Yamarie said in a voice load enough to make a person deaf. "How could you be so irresponsible you'd think that with a power like that you could at least hold on to a little feather." She said in a pissed off tone. This is horrible.she said as she sat down on a broken gas station sign, with the remains of the building smoldering behind her.
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Post by Clicker on Jul 17, 2008 20:33:26 GMT -5
"It seems to me that the irresponsible one is you.” Emily laughed. “How hard is it watch a little boy?” She paused a moment. “Nah, I’m just kidding with you, both are actually a lot harder to keep control over than they sound.” She giggled.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 18, 2008 0:35:23 GMT -5
"Does it help that it was an especially sudden gust of wind that took it from me?" Zebedee offered quietly, stepping away from Yamarie.
"Only enough to be counteracted by the fact you still haven't tied that thing down." Sly replied, baring his teeth in a grin. He listened to the rest of what the young ladies had to say.
"As both a father and a brother, I know what you're going through. You've got responsibilities that you daily tend to, but with a moment's weakness or ignorance, something has happened that you dread might take that responsibility away from you forever." Sly put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "And regardless of how much of a pain that responsibility may be, you still love them with all of your heart and would do anything to save them." He turned away from her, removing his hand.
"Well, this is that anything. Whoever that woman is, she's got your brother and our feather. You can sit here and worry, or you can come with us and try to do something." Sly's face had grown somewhat serious, his jesting grin having faded. Zebedee had already walked fairly far ahead, cresting the hill.
<We've got boat.> Zebedee thought, Sly nodding and quickening his footsteps.
"He sees the boat. I'd suggest that we all move along now." Sly said, gesturing for the group to follow. They soon passed over the top of the hill, and came upon a short slope to where a small bridge passed over the river. In the shade of the bridge, Zebedee was sitting in a small rowboat, waiting for the rest of the group. He fumbled with the oar, trying to figure out how to row with one good arm.
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Post by kazkame on Jul 18, 2008 14:01:23 GMT -5
OOC: post after i go to a funeral
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Post by bulbaboy on Jul 25, 2008 0:15:35 GMT -5
OOC – Wow…. I think Lee does a better job with Sly then I do… Btw this post will be short, think of it as a stepping stone back in. BIC – Sly took his place in the boat next to Lee. “It surprises me that all this time I have never acquired a morph for water travel.”
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Post by kazkame on Jul 28, 2008 20:05:21 GMT -5
Shant looked towards the crippled Zebedee and saw that he needed . He then picked up his coffin and entered the boat carefully as not the capsize the transport. "Hey Zeb let me get the reins of this ferry, I kinda had practice being an airship lifeboat driver. " he said with a smile.
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Post by Clicker on Jul 31, 2008 14:19:04 GMT -5
Emily and Yamarie both stepped into the boat. Yamarie offered to row for a little while.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 3, 2008 1:24:32 GMT -5
"Thanks, guys. If it wasn't for all of you, I'd have been up..." Zebedee said with a smirk.
"Don't say it." Sly said, tapping him on his good shoulder.
"Up a creek." Zebedee snickered as the rest of the group groaned. He then paused, thinking, letting the sound of the oars be the only noise in the boat.
"What's bothering you?" Sly asked Zebedee, intentionally stating it aloud for the group to hear. Trust was very important thing when dealing with new people.
"I'm just wondering what the deal is with whoever is behind this. Do we know them from somewhere?" Zebedee mumbled, looking to the side that the fence was supposed to be on. Indeed, the harsh sillouette of a chain link fence, a far too common sight in the city, stood out only a short distance away.
"They're somebody we've fought before. I know it. I knew the girl, and the way they planned this all out... It's a former acquaintance of ours, I'm sure." Sly responded, rubbing at a bit of chipped paint on the side of the canoe.
"But who? This doesn't fit the Summoners, since they always go for a big, flashy show of force. It doesn't fit the Tuosians, who just looove to bombard us from orbit... Maybe..."
"I'm thinking the Kul'Tathen, maybe. They mostly broke up, but they're the closest thing to this method we've ever seen." Sly offered, rubbing his neck at the thought.
"Still..." Zebedee paused.
"Doesn't feel quite right." Shant growled.
"You know who the Kul'Tathen are?" Zebedee asked, sounding slightly impressed.
"No. But I know people well enough that I can tell this is rotten." Shant replied.
"Why do you think that?"
"They had this all set up. It couldn't just be a plan. It feels like they're leading us by the nose... Do you honestly think that they'd just whip up plans and a boat within half a day of you losing the feather?" Shant responded, with a strong stroke of the oar.
"Well, the Kul'Tathen knew us very well. But I do see what you mean... This is beyond how well an enemy would know us. It sounds almost like it would be a traitor or something helped arrange this." Sly continued picking at the paint, getting slight jostled as the oarsmen brought the boat to ground.
"Who do we know who would even be willing to do such a thing, though?" Zebedee asked, rubbing his chin.
"I don't really know..." Sly responded, carefully picking his way through the pieces of fence. "A lot of people have betrayed us. But... They're usually in some altered state when they do. They wouldn't be capable of planning like this."
"Mm." Zebedee replied, and scanned the area. There was only a tiny shed on the right side, but it had to be where they were meeting with whomever their adversary was.
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 3, 2008 13:31:29 GMT -5
Soft blue fur sprouted from Sly as he walked behind Lee. Crunching and twisting sounds originated from the lower portion of his body. His legs spilt giving him a momentary limp until a larger mid section grew separating the two pairs. Bones merged together and his skin melted away as his feet contorted into small black hooves. The back legs straightened and cracked as they bent into the opposite direction. Muscle mass and organs formed from rapid cell division as the midsection began to fill out.
While these changes were going on, his upper body had also been altered. His eyes had grown larger and more almond shape with a second pair of eyes extending on stalks that already turned in each direction. The nose a flattened and been replaced with a slight bump that had three vertical slits. For a moment the teeth could be seen growing and merging into a solid plate of bone for the lips merged together leaving no mouth. His shoulders lowered and each hand grew two extra fingers.
Finally, a long slender tail grew from his hind quarters and snaked out into the air. A thick tuft of hair formed at the very end with a small piece of bone jutting out where the tuft started. The bone extended outwards three feet and formed a slightly curved blade. His clothing for the most part had melted into his skin but a section had remained which now congregated around his waist. It formed a rubbery leather material with an empty holster. Sly reached into the messenger bag that had hung over his shoulder since the start of the transformation. He withdrew his shredder and placed it in the holster snuggly. Whatever lay in wait for them, he wanted to be prepared.
OOC - I have discovered that If I ever cannot think of something to say, I can just have Sly morph or demorph.
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Post by Clicker on Aug 3, 2008 22:07:53 GMT -5
Emily stepped out of the boat glancing around catiously. Suddenly her eyes grew very large and she let out a small gasp. "I-I thought I saw a rat!" She shrieked loudly. Then regained her composure. "I know now is not the time, but perhaps you could tell me later how you and your brother came to be in this whole situation. Infact you should come hang out at my house sometime." Emily offered to Yomarie as the walked togethor to the shack.
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Post by luigilover on Aug 6, 2008 18:53:38 GMT -5
"That would be great. I don't have many friends, but right now I need to find my brother he's the only one I can trust at this time, and I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world."
"Oh and you can't trust me?" Emily asked pretending to be insulted.
"No, as a matter of fact I can't I don't know you. For all I know you could be in on my brothers kidnapping, or you... never mind." Yamarie stated a little bluntly.
"Ah, it's okay to tell you the truth, I really don't trust you either." Emily sighed, almost regretfully. "Ever since I met my best friend I can't trust anybody. But" Emily said happily "I did get an amazing soup recipe from her!"
"So where are we going anyway" Yamarie asked. Emily shrugged, and they both looked expectantly at Zebedee.
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 11, 2008 11:44:56 GMT -5
OOC - Oh Lee.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 11, 2008 16:15:42 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, BULBS! *throws himself into BB's arms* *romantic music crescendos*
Seriously, I'll edit in a post starting the final battle very soon. Like before the hour is up, unless I take too long on Parrot.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 12, 2008 2:17:06 GMT -5
Zebedee cautiously approached the door, eyeing it as they drew near. He brought his racquet to bear, and then pushed on the door of the shed gently with it. It swung open without resistance.
"They'll be in here, Yama." Zebedee said, holding the door open and sliding his racquet in through doorway. He gazed at the reflection, seeing nothing but murk. "It's darker than night itself in there."
<I'll check. Hold the door, Lee.> Sly offered, trotting up behind him.
"Zebedee." He muttered, backing away and holding the door for his friend. Sly slipped past him, sticking his head through the gap, drawing his shredder and bringing it to bear on the darkness.
<Nothing for me, either. It's not actual shadows...So somebody's projecting an illusion of darkness. It has to be a trap.> Sly pulled back, holstering his weapon again.
"Oh well. If that's the way it goes, so be it. Be ready to morph if anything goes wrong." Zebedee shoved the door open with his hip, and charged through it into the inky murk. Sly was right behind him, and then the rest of the group. Zebedee kept moving, his blade out, hoping to meet the wall and establish the dimensions of the room they were in, and possibly hit any foes, but nothing stopped him after twenty feet of movement. He paused, puzzled.
"Hey, everybody? This place is bigger than it looked." He said quietly, thinking.
<It isn't. We were teleported... At least a few thousand miles. I'm sure of it.> Sly noted, the clatter of hooves indicating him taking a combat stance, and getting ready to lash out with his tail if such action was needed.
"Ah. Then that means it could only be one person." Zebedee smugly stated, and stopped when he heard a slow, paced clapping.
"Bravo. Bravo. Actually figured it out, even though I had to hit you in the head with it." A sinister yet cultured voice came from the far side of what must have been a collossal structure. The clapping stopped, and the voice cleared his throat. "Welcome, all of you, to my favorite place to host company..." There was a roar as flames sparked behind the group, about forty feet to either side, and then raced along, straight forwards, brightening the room as they went with a menacing flicker. They reached the far wall within seconds, revealing a room roughly the size of a football field. The walls and floor were black, shining in the unpredictable light of the fire. The floor itself was flat and polished to the point where it was almost like tile, but the walls were jagged and curled inwards upon themselves as they rose, eventually meeting high above the group about fifty feet above them in a high cathedralesque ceiling. At the front of this nightmarish room, there rose a platform, almost like a stage, with a seat hewn from the obsidian at its head. In that seat, sat a man, wrapped in robes that seemed to blend into the flickering of the light. Two horns projected from the sides of his hood, giving him an almost demonic appearance, while a face, full of cold cruelty, smirked at Zebedee and his friends. To either side, a female warrior stood, each one masked, but there the similarity ending. The first one, the one who had grabbed the feather and the boy, stood to his left. Her mask was a featureless silvery-white ovoid, wrapped around her head completely, and only ending at the neck. Her armor was rough and dark grey, almost like the hide of an elephant, with a myriad of cracks running across its skintight form. Every few moments, these cracks seemed to glow with some sort of subtle light, almost like electricity was flowing through them. At her elbows and knees, spikes that looked almost like fangs jutted from her gear.
The other had a more revealing costume, her mask of a similar hue, but looking similar to the spread wings of a melting butterfly, leaving her pouting lips and fiery red hair exposed. A feathery wreath of mottled reds, oranges, and browns draped over her back and around her shoulders, trembling although there was no wind. Her stomach and cleavage were exposed, with tight red fabric keeping her as decent as was possible in such attire. Crossing at her waist, and over her ribcage, dozens of metallic plates roughly a foot long each covered her, with dark tights taking over where the metal stopped, halfway down her thigh. Bands of riveted steel and black fabric were wrapped about her arms, small metal skulls jangling on a rusty iron bracelet on her right arm. Blending with the shadows behind her, a dark cape completed the outfit, with large white markings that could only further skulls decking its fringes. She stepped forwards smartly, her dark boots clicking smartly on the stone.
"George!" Zebedee snarled, readying his racquet. "Why would you do this?"
"Why would I, of all people, orchestrate stealing your feather?" George shifted forwards in his seat, smiling more widely now. "Why would I, the person who has the most to gain from it, steal your feather?"
"What do you mean?" Zebedee asked, his stance not relaxing.
"Don't play dumb. In Whelkshore, you all mix and match technology all of the time. It's standard fare. I saw the gifts you were getting, and I decided to share, too." He raised his arm, the robes sliding away, and revealing a glistening platinum buckler. "Like this, which is such a lovely piece that I just had to borrow it."
"That shield! You broke into my house, didn't you?"
"No, I just happened to be let in. Easy enough. And my poofing the feather out of your hands? Insurance against you coming home before I could extricate myself." George waved his hand around elaborately.
"BASTARD!" Zebedee roared, and started to sprint towards the platform.
"Relax, relax." George sighed, creating a barrier between him and Zebedee. The holy warrior stopped short of running into it, his blade still up. "I didn't hurt anybody, and I locked all of the doors behind me."
"What's this all about then? Just about you getting stronger?"
"No, it's a trade. I take this shield from you, and heal your stigmata. I gain power, you gain longevity. I kill a couple of your friends here... You save on birthday cards." George's smirk grew into a full fledged maniacal grin.
"Ladies, you two can fight the alien and the pallbearer. And as for you, Emily, I've got a special job for you." George rose from his seat, and gestured. There was a burst of green light, and a tube the length of his arm appeared in his grasp.
"You seem to have made friends with this girl... Seeing as how you whined about us needing more people around headquarters, I think I'll give you both a chance for a special prize. Emily, try to kill her. If she can survive, she can stay with us. And us for you, little Yamarie-" The tube disappeared from George's grasp and appeared on the floor in front of her. "If you kill Emily, I'll give you your brother without you needing to work him off. If you don't, you owe me two years of employment due to his tampering with goods that are rightfully mine." George smirked, and sat back down. "That is, provided that you manage to survive fighting one of my most talented assassins."
Yamarie looked down to the weapon, noting its features. It had what appeared to be a sniper scope mounted atop the barrel, extending to the side. Beneath its main barrel was what appeared to be a rifle of sorts, evidently designed for covert strikes. She'd have one shot with the main rocket, and a clip of rifle ammunition if she was willing to attack the girl who professed to be her friend. If not... She'd need to find some way out of this.
"So, ready, newbie?" The first masked woman asked, raising her empty fists. Without even hearing a response, she rushed forward at Sly, bounding across the room with almost deerlike agility. After she had closed the distance, she spun, attempting to slash his flank with her elbowblades.
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Post by Clicker on Aug 12, 2008 2:34:41 GMT -5
“Hey” Emily smiled at Yamarie, “Don’t worry just stick by me.” Emily’s eyes were almost misty it seemed. “Ok let’s rock she shouted triumphantly, and followed Zebedee. After George gave the little speech about how she could keep Yamarie her relief was visible. “Tell ya what” Emily said casually. “I’ll give you first shot, after that though” she paused, “there’s nothing more I can do for you. You see if I don’t try to kill you I will be punished severely, therefore expect me to give it my all.” She winked and smiled. Then she armed herself with several medal spikes in each hand.
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 12, 2008 14:24:51 GMT -5
OOC - Which one is attacking me?
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