@gohKamikazeWell then I hope you brought snacks, because I'm starving bidding my time. How are you mate?
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STATUS: Alternatively - and now, hear me out - one could avoid looking up photos of such eldritch horrors ... maybe? 9 mos ago- Last Seen: 9 mos ago
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Alternatively - and now, hear me out - one could avoid looking up photos of such eldritch horrors ... maybe?
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10 mos ago
Back for my bi-yearly visit. Now where did I leave that thingy-ma-jig? Anyone seen that mish-masher? I think it looks like motivation or something!
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I now identify as a Master Procrastinator. Thank you all, and good night.
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New medical term: Dizzy mummy (condition of patient when world is spinning and only treatment is confinement to bed). I hate being sick...
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@Vampiretwilight: Funny indeed. Now to make it into a roleplay here...let the madness and sassy Narrator commence.
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Haakon J. Elvsgaard
Location:The Prison
Seeing Josephine out of her temporary cage like a beautiful song bird added to the sense of relief that was filling up Haakon; save from the pained screams from Abbas, Haakon had for once again a reason to feel a sense of happiness. Sure, they probably were far from out of harm's way, but at least they had another day to live. Haakon gave Josephine a relieved smile as he saw her, and was about to comment on their meant-to-be protector inside the prison, when he heard it.
Well, on second thought Haakon realized that it could be one person that had the capability of creating sounds of that esoteric nature. The Corporal. The smile on Haakon's face ceased to be for a moment, before it came back with a chuckle. "I think you just got your answer, Jo Dear."
The scene out in the courtyard didn't seem to have changed that much since they were taken for 'just some quick interviews'. The only thing that caught Haakon's eye was the trail of blood leading to what he only assumed was the source of the screams. But since Haakon had little to no symptathy for the thief and liar, he did his best to pay him no attention, and focused on the Corporal himself. "Corporal, it's swell to see that you are all right. I was worried something was wrong. Is it time to return to the Barracks?"
Mahendra Huq Zalil
Location:On his way to the Egyptian Museum
If there was one thing that Mahendra had learned about Cairo, and Egypt in general really, it was that the traffic was no way as bad as it was home in Kolkata. For a starter, there were no elephants clogging up the streets. And then there were just fewer people to take to the streets in a busy day like this. Sure, he could see how Europeans would understand the Egyptian roads and streets as 'straight out dangerous', but Mahendra took it easy instead. There was no reason to shout angerly at them after all.
The Bengali geologist crossed one of the streets with a quick pace, weaving his way between a truck and a duo of camels, ending safely up at the other side. Though he wasn't sure if it was the right way to go, he was in no hurry to ask for directions. He enjoyed seeing the city after all. Though it didn't take him too long to see the outlines of his destination for the day, far down the main road of Cairo leading towards the Nhile; The Egyptian Museum.
"That, and more..." Thaliar was not one to struggle with words, and frankly he didn't like when words become one's only weapon; orators, public speakers and bards, they didn't know the true power of words, not like himself. He enjoying taunting them, throwing in a few witty comments and that. Okay, maybe he DID enjoy it a bit?
The duo continued through the woods, soon approaching the road where the ambush had taken place. Thaliar hadn't elaborated further on the bad news, but did so now; "Captain Zula was captured and excecuted not many moons ago. We still haven't found a new base of operations, and I'm afraid we don't have much time to spare in that effort frankly. But what we had time for was..." Thaliar sighed briefly. "...a vote. And I was chosen as the new Captain...There's no more to say about that, other than the other factions don't look upon my promotion with joy."
The duo continued through the woods, soon approaching the road where the ambush had taken place. Thaliar hadn't elaborated further on the bad news, but did so now; "Captain Zula was captured and excecuted not many moons ago. We still haven't found a new base of operations, and I'm afraid we don't have much time to spare in that effort frankly. But what we had time for was..." Thaliar sighed briefly. "...a vote. And I was chosen as the new Captain...There's no more to say about that, other than the other factions don't look upon my promotion with joy."
South's Valley,
a nondescript town somewhere in western America,
Some time during the 1880's...
The nights were quiet around those parts of the American wild west, if you didn't count the lawless murders by bandits and outlaws, several robberies, skirmishes with the natives out on the plains and much more. Except that, few would guess that much happened in South's Valley, especially during the nights. Of course there were the casual brawls in the saloon and drunken duels out on the streets, but that very night, it was unusually quiet. Too quiet.
Which probably explained why that night's events came as such a shock for the people of South's Valley.
It was the stable-boy who first ran to the sherrif, telling the unthinkable crime; his family's horses had vanished. Through the morning, more and more people filed their loss to the sheriff's office, who by noon estimated that half the town's horses had been stolen. The speculation flew far and wide as to whom could have done this; the neighbouring town, bandits or free-roaming Confederates, even the Jews and Catholics were to blame.
The short figure of the Kirkland family, however, had his own suspecions. One that he was determined to prove, and not just because some of his father's horses had been stolen as well. No, he had something to prove. And so the young man, known as "Jude Shorty" walked down the roofed porched of his family's home, made his way down the now crowded street of South's Valley and stopped a few people. When he asked for a specific description of another person, their response was "She's probably in the Store down there, though why would you want to speak with her?" He gave no answer back, and simply thanked them with a nod of his cowboy hat, before heading for one of the stores.
Julian entered the General Store through the open door, taking off his hat as he walked in and giving way to a lady about to exit. It didn't take long for him to find the woman he was looking for. She was easily distinquishable from the rest of the townsfolk. "Dakota, I need a word."
a nondescript town somewhere in western America,
Some time during the 1880's...
The nights were quiet around those parts of the American wild west, if you didn't count the lawless murders by bandits and outlaws, several robberies, skirmishes with the natives out on the plains and much more. Except that, few would guess that much happened in South's Valley, especially during the nights. Of course there were the casual brawls in the saloon and drunken duels out on the streets, but that very night, it was unusually quiet. Too quiet.
Which probably explained why that night's events came as such a shock for the people of South's Valley.
It was the stable-boy who first ran to the sherrif, telling the unthinkable crime; his family's horses had vanished. Through the morning, more and more people filed their loss to the sheriff's office, who by noon estimated that half the town's horses had been stolen. The speculation flew far and wide as to whom could have done this; the neighbouring town, bandits or free-roaming Confederates, even the Jews and Catholics were to blame.
The short figure of the Kirkland family, however, had his own suspecions. One that he was determined to prove, and not just because some of his father's horses had been stolen as well. No, he had something to prove. And so the young man, known as "Jude Shorty" walked down the roofed porched of his family's home, made his way down the now crowded street of South's Valley and stopped a few people. When he asked for a specific description of another person, their response was "She's probably in the Store down there, though why would you want to speak with her?" He gave no answer back, and simply thanked them with a nod of his cowboy hat, before heading for one of the stores.
Julian entered the General Store through the open door, taking off his hat as he walked in and giving way to a lady about to exit. It didn't take long for him to find the woman he was looking for. She was easily distinquishable from the rest of the townsfolk. "Dakota, I need a word."
More than enough, dear! Looks good, and I'm looking forward to getting this started! Would you like me to start this time?
"That's an understatement, dear. I picture him do tremendous pain to the other prisoners who were taken..."
The lifted mood that both of them had tried to create, wasn't easy to maintain as the realization of the other prisoners' fate become apparent. It wasn't just for show that Lord Octa's caste was called "Court of the Dead". "But you were the target of our quest. The others were a secondary priority, I'm afraid. And achiving more than that seems a luxury these days."
Thaliar supported Rook the best he could, leading her back towards the ambush sight all of this mess had began just a few minutes ago. The darkness seemed to be accompanied by the sound of silence; at least from where the two were, the sound of melee had ceased. But for all Thaliar knew, Kan had simply resorted to brutal fist-fighting, a quieter approuch than usual. But what had really happened, remained to be seen.
"The good thing is that we finally got you. But there's bad news too...we rescued you for more than just the fear of spilled information...I'm afraid we are running out of time, so to speak..."
The lifted mood that both of them had tried to create, wasn't easy to maintain as the realization of the other prisoners' fate become apparent. It wasn't just for show that Lord Octa's caste was called "Court of the Dead". "But you were the target of our quest. The others were a secondary priority, I'm afraid. And achiving more than that seems a luxury these days."
Thaliar supported Rook the best he could, leading her back towards the ambush sight all of this mess had began just a few minutes ago. The darkness seemed to be accompanied by the sound of silence; at least from where the two were, the sound of melee had ceased. But for all Thaliar knew, Kan had simply resorted to brutal fist-fighting, a quieter approuch than usual. But what had really happened, remained to be seen.
"The good thing is that we finally got you. But there's bad news too...we rescued you for more than just the fear of spilled information...I'm afraid we are running out of time, so to speak..."
"Oh it isn't I that will deny Lord Ocra the imprisonment of Rook. That will be The Gatekeeper Himself."
The green aura swurling through and around Thaliar's hands, suddenly shined brighter than the sun at it's highest. Their surroundings basket in a sick green light, illuminating the dark sleeping trees now gone into hybernation for the winter, before it all turned dark again. But in that short moment of light, the three characters saw what the Elf truly could wield.
Like rays of light through a cloudy sky, the green light burst from Thaliar's hands, shooting though the air before suddenly going into the ground. For a moment one could see something green make its way through the snowy ground of the woods, sillhueting sleeping plants and creatures, before shooting up again undearneath Rook and the guard. A sound of cracking bones, flaking cloth and skin, and the whimpered gasp of air was the last thing that was heard from the guard, as the knife dropped down into the snow silently.
Thaliar stepped forward, the green aura getting dimmer with every step he took towards Rook. But the smirk on his face remained as he held out a hand to the ranger. "Good to see you again, Rook. You won't believe what we've been through to track you down. Almost feels like you didn't want to be rescued."
The green aura swurling through and around Thaliar's hands, suddenly shined brighter than the sun at it's highest. Their surroundings basket in a sick green light, illuminating the dark sleeping trees now gone into hybernation for the winter, before it all turned dark again. But in that short moment of light, the three characters saw what the Elf truly could wield.
Like rays of light through a cloudy sky, the green light burst from Thaliar's hands, shooting though the air before suddenly going into the ground. For a moment one could see something green make its way through the snowy ground of the woods, sillhueting sleeping plants and creatures, before shooting up again undearneath Rook and the guard. A sound of cracking bones, flaking cloth and skin, and the whimpered gasp of air was the last thing that was heard from the guard, as the knife dropped down into the snow silently.
Thaliar stepped forward, the green aura getting dimmer with every step he took towards Rook. But the smirk on his face remained as he held out a hand to the ranger. "Good to see you again, Rook. You won't believe what we've been through to track you down. Almost feels like you didn't want to be rescued."
@BeeDarn it, stop following me Bee!
@Lady AmaltheaEven though it would be funnier, I'd like to edit it. Alexander may be a fool, but he's no idiot.
Alexander Polawski
Location: North Of Newnan (Spring & St. Clair)
Alexander didn't need to see Lola and Thalia to get that look of confusion that was filling his face right then. Lola's words did that job just fine alright. 'Nunya', really? Alexander wasn't a big fan of using slang, but he had heard that one. So the confusion question was what was actually going on that he was told not to poke his nose in? Not that he would poke said nose further, for obvious reasons...
Not that he got a whole lot more time to think, as the sound of conversation continued from inside the tank. At first it seemed like it was just the same ol' couple of unwilling hosts talking amongst each other, but slowly his ears were starting to pick up what was talked about; other people. Survivors, on a satelite phone. That was plenty of reason for the earlier excitemnet...but it didn't stop there.
Alexander sat in complete silence, listening in awe to the conversation unfolding inside the tank. The sat-phone had belonged to someone Thalia knew, now in the hands of some James-fellow; Thalia had gone quiet for a moment, made what Alexander could only guess was Lola being concerned; and now they wanted to meet up of all things. To him it sounded like an ambush; it was too perfect, too good an oppertunity and coincedence that all of this matched up with the phone and all.
Then again, his own encounter with Thalia and Lola was far from normal, so who was he to judge. And besides, he was only a guest. A very temporary guest who didn't have a word in what was to be done. The old man scratched his beard as he thought about all of that, muttering something like "Well...Jesus Christ, that's heavy..."
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