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Post by Setzer Tellor on Jul 27, 2004 17:41:18 GMT -5
Alright. *Gets ready to follow him, not knowing where that place is.* Oh, no, thank you... I'm a big girl, most of the time. [Dragon laughs and nods.] "Ok then, you obviously don't need help." [Dragon leads Elanor to the Friends of the Queen.]
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Post by Elanor on Aug 12, 2004 17:17:30 GMT -5
*She walks back towards Asphodelos through Elysium, when a small sign catches her eye. "Help wanted", in the window of a small cafe. She checks her reflection in the mirroring window- not too bad- and enters. About half an hour later, she's outside again, and inside, a rather fat but kind-looking elderly man removes the sign from the window. Smiling, she continues on her way.*
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Post by Kheris on Aug 19, 2004 15:19:00 GMT -5
Kheris strolls through the streets of Elysium, taking in the sights. He makes his way to an establishment frequented by teens. He weaves through the crowd, distributing small brown bags to the kids that accept them. He slips some of them into the jackets or bookbags of those that refuse. He doesn't stop for long enough for the guards to notice him and leaves within five minutes of his arrival.
The bags contain an addictive drug, popular among members of the Elurian underworld. There is also a slip of paper inside that says "Remember who your friends are." Kheris isn't a drug dealer, but it is convenient for him to pose as one.
He whistles as he walks back home, happy that he was able to help destroy the lives of even a small amount of people. Eventually, civilization would fall and Kheris' work would be done. Until then, there is plenty to keep him occupied.
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Post by Ameena bin Qiyamah on Aug 29, 2004 17:49:08 GMT -5
She walks on her hands through the streets, not getting as much attention around here as in the City-centre. Not that she minds either way, she's just exploring.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 17:19:23 GMT -5
He walks back onto his old haunts, hurrying past the houses of cheap entertainment. The house he was born is all the way in a shabby back street, it's the kind where black laced laundry is hanging to dry outside. He doesn't take the front door, rather, he takes an alley around to the back.
Okay stupid, wait here.
He climbs up the drainpipe like a little monkey.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 2, 2004 17:22:21 GMT -5
He walks back onto his old haunts, hurrying past the houses of cheap entertainment. The house he was born is all the way in a shabby back street, it's the kind where black laced laundry is hanging to dry outside. He doesn't take the front door, rather, he takes an alley around to the back.Okay stupid, wait here. He climbs up the drainpipe like a little monkey. *Grakk plops himself on the ground in a cross legged position and begins rocking back and forth.*
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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 17:59:15 GMT -5
He grins. Too easy. He climbs further up the drainpipe, through a window into the house. He lowers himself from the window, which is in the staircase, down until the jump is doable, and he lets himself drop, landing on a stair. From there, he sneaks through the shadows, using them to his advantage as he always has. He passes a few people, but they never notice him. He knows the terrain well. He glares at them, though. He eventually makes his way to the room his mother and he shared with a few others. It was here they wouldn't let him in, two days ago. He opens the door and sneaks in.
Mom? Mom...
He swallows and looks around. The bed his mother slept in is empty- no matress, no blankets. The pillow he had- he slept under her bed- is gone, too. He frowns, then he spots a female figure behind the dressing screen. He runs over.
Mom!
He looks behind the screen- a few boxes with a dress hanging over them. He swallows, blinks a few times and turns, walking out of the room again. He sneaks towards the owner's office, ignoring the sounds from the adjecent room. No customers this early in the morning, so the man isn't spoiling his business at the moment. Widifor opens the door to the office, which is unlocked as per usual. Nothing really valuable in here, except perhaps the guy's prized cigars. Very expensive, those. Mom had to work two full days before the man could afford a box. He steps in, and is immediately greeted by the owner's dog. It's an ugly, fat drooling pit bull with very marked sharp teeth, the prints of which have been in Widifor's lower leg since he was two. But they made friends since- the dog found the boy was remarkably easy to get along with somehow. He now gets an enthusiastic greeting with a wagging tail and happy drool all over his feet and legs.
Hi Ripper...
The dog gives him a loving look as the boy kneels down and pets him. But there's not too much time, so he goes through boxes and closets before finally finding his sword and attached belt. He straps the belt on and pets Ripper.
Good boy.
He walks out and closes the door behind him. The dog starts whining immediately, and scratching the door with his nails. The boy winces at the sound, and slowly makes for an exit. This requires him to climb up all the way to the rooftop and then make his way across the roofs of other buildings to a place where he can climb down to the streets. Standing on the roof of what passed for his home for the past ten years, or at least for parts of it, he frowns.
... bye Mom...
He blinks a few times, then takes the familiar route across the roofs, and climbs down into another street. He takes a piece of string from his pocket and binds the sword tight to the belt, thus creating a make-shift peace bond. He starts wandering the streets, taking good care not to pass the alley where he left the half-troll and not to go back to the orphanage.
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Post by Sieg on Sept 2, 2004 18:20:19 GMT -5
=Sieg walks out of the Golden Heaven, grinning. The chant about Rena was Dark. This'll bring in a nice bit o jink, he was sure.
As he walked through the streets, he eventually found himself passing close by some kid with a sword. He stops and grins.=
"Not too many our age with those. Nice sword, cutter."
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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 18:23:32 GMT -5
He growls.
Keep your eyes on the road and they might grow old with you.
Glances at the other boy.
One of them might, anyway.
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Post by Sieg on Sept 2, 2004 18:28:23 GMT -5
=Sieg grins.=
"Woulda been better if ya looked before ya spoke. Jus' commentin' on ya blade, cutter. Not like I was tryin' to lift the thing off o ya."
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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 18:31:12 GMT -5
No, that's next.
He growls.
So what do you want?
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Post by Sieg on Sept 2, 2004 18:41:04 GMT -5
=Sieg laughs and grins.=
"Nah, would have already had it if I wanted it. Got me own anyways, plus lots more blades. I don't need another one."
=He shrugs.=
"Nuthin'. Just commented on ya blade. Well, I guess I was a little curious about ya, too."
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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 18:46:15 GMT -5
He frowns and waits, his hand on the hilt of the small sword.
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Post by Sieg on Sept 2, 2004 18:49:53 GMT -5
=Sieg glances at the blade and grins, shaking his head.=
"What, planning to draw that on me or somthin'. Not very nice, are ya, cutter? Least it'll keep ya out o the Dead Book."
=Sieg starts walking off towards the Central City.=
"Name's Sieg. Watch the Spire, cutter."
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Post by Widifor on Sept 2, 2004 18:54:11 GMT -5
He spits on the ground.
Nice.
He mutters the word as if it is a curse, then walks on.
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