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Really, who was the first old guy?
Santa quickly went behind the cash-register, as he looked down and spotted a few plastic bags. Behind the mask he was smiling in delight, as he picked up four of them, holding two in each hand, as he began going through the toy-store, as he picked out various toys. There was the toy engine for Tommy, he took the wooden toy train and placed it in the bag. Oh, there was the baby doll for Mary, Santa took it and put it in the bag. And how could anyone forget the action figure for Billy, Santa took it and put it in the same bag. He repeated the process until he filled up the four plastic shopping bags with toys to hand out to the good boys and girls. He held two bags in each hand as he headed back to the Sleigh. He opened the front door, and placed it underneath the glove box on the passenger's side. Then he shut the door.
Santa was now ready to head out, as he had the Christmas presents to hand out to those who were on the Nice List.
Santa was now ready to head out, as he had the Christmas presents to hand out to those who were on the Nice List.
Name : Daniel Zingel
Age : 76
Skill : Daniel has skills in management, though his primary experience is with money. He knows various pressure points, and is efficient with club like weapons (after all people gotta pay back debts.). He also quite a lot about jewel-cutting, on account of apprenticing under his father. Of course, knowing the practices of the Jewish Mafia, and being a crooked criminal defense attorney.
Preferred Weapons Baseball bat
Personality : Daniel is a greedy individual, who loves money, everything about it. The power status, the texture of it, he just loves money. He also loves violence for the sake of violence (though as an older man, he isn't as spry with whacking people with a baseball bat as he'd like). Though he is greedy and impulsive when it comes to violence, he typically prefers acting in a methodical fashion, thinking out the steps. He is also incredibly loyal, and if you've earned his trust, he won't betray you, and he'll get rid of any snitch that causes you trouble.
Brief Bio : Daniel Zingel was an unassuming boy, until he entered the world of the Jewish Mafia. Daniel was only eight at the time, and was working at his father's jewel cutting business, where he saw three mobsters brutalize his father, over being unable to pay back his debt. He shocked the mobsters when he asked, "Can I play like you guys? I need a larger allowance. There's gotta be something I can do for you." That was when they actually killed his father, and burned down the shop to collect on insurance, and adopted the boy. Daniel wanted to learn as much as he could from his new role models, which he did. He began hustling, getting folks to go to gambling dens and get money from loan sharks. At age 14, he started collecting money from people, usually reminding them they needed to pay up with a quick baseball bat to any bone that'd break. He kept rising through the ranks and became a main man. The family realized that Daniel had a head for numbers, so they put him as an accountant, and of course, as Daniel went through Law School, they made him the go to attorney, for bribing the judges/jury and other attorneys. But not everything goes according to plan, and Daniel was taken down with others in the family for charges of Racketeering and many other crimes. Daniel kept his nose down, and served out his sentence. And just when business was about to take off again from the outside, ... a zombie apocalypse happens. Fun.
Well I just realized (totally forgot my bad) that Corinne and Julia were heading over towards the smithy while talking. My apologizes for that, you made it to the blacksmith.
If that book had Surgical Method #198... Remington thought to himself. "Yes, yes you can help me dear. Now then, exactly what book did you use for cleaning up the mess." He inquired.
And so as they headed over towards the smithy, they received a few friendly greetings and a couple of waves. They didn't encounter much else on the way. At the smithy, underneath a building which had no door, and the barest of roofing, which people knew as the extension of the Smith family and their place of business, there was a man working. It was not Benjamin, but his father Rowan. He was a man who stood at six feet and seven inches, and had hair that was almost fully grey. He wore a large black smithy apron, and a pair of black gloves. He was holding a large pair of tongs as he pulled out ignot which was heated up to be an incredibly bright orange color, and of course rather malleable. He placed it on the anvil, as he returned his tongs to a small work bench as he pulled out his hammer and began slamming upon the metal, shaping it into a horseshoe.
Rowan glanced over, and spotted the two, "Ah hullo." He slammed his hammer again, "Son isn't back at the shop yet. Though he'd be here soon." He continued slamming his hammer and shaping the metal.
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Tirarian just stared at James, rather incredulously at him. She couldn't comprehend how a man could be so callous. "But it was still a person." she stated. "Don't you feel a twinge of guilt?"
He smiled when Trafalgar brought up his research, but before he had a chance to discuss it the Elf brought up the guild and its methods of teaching. Nodding at Trafalgar, "Yes, the guild does teach those who can learn the ways of magic. Do you happen to be so inclined in those ways? I do need to turn in my research, and my mentor Ashera, does teach the new initiates. If that is what you were implying and asking about." He glanced at Shork, "If you'd like to come as well, feel free."
The remaining crowd there had mixed emotions, it looked like a few felt sympathy because the monster was a kid. However the others realized, the kid was a monster. Jeoffry stared with hate in his eyes at Liesel as he swung his axe upwards without a word and, found himself interrupted by a woman in the crowd. "Wait! Would killing her make you better than what you perceive the thing to be?! Are we not civilized people, this is clearly a matter for the Clergy to investigate and have a tribunal for." Jeoffry paused, "..." He gave a sigh as he lowered his axe, "Y-you're right. I need to make sure they can call me for testimony regarding these events." He stared at everyone in the crowd, "And same for you all."
The Dwarf chuckled as the Gnoll talked about how an Elven Archer caused the hyena to gain the limp. "Well ya haven't seen a Dwarven Bowman. Far better than those pinkos." He glanced up towards the humans, "Well, that clearly isn't the Gnoll's Hyena." The Human female nodded, "Not at all sir." The Dwarf grumbled as he pulled at his beard, "Well, I have no further questions for the Beast Master."
And so as they headed over towards the smithy, they received a few friendly greetings and a couple of waves. They didn't encounter much else on the way. At the smithy, underneath a building which had no door, and the barest of roofing, which people knew as the extension of the Smith family and their place of business, there was a man working. It was not Benjamin, but his father Rowan. He was a man who stood at six feet and seven inches, and had hair that was almost fully grey. He wore a large black smithy apron, and a pair of black gloves. He was holding a large pair of tongs as he pulled out ignot which was heated up to be an incredibly bright orange color, and of course rather malleable. He placed it on the anvil, as he returned his tongs to a small work bench as he pulled out his hammer and began slamming upon the metal, shaping it into a horseshoe.
Rowan glanced over, and spotted the two, "Ah hullo." He slammed his hammer again, "Son isn't back at the shop yet. Though he'd be here soon." He continued slamming his hammer and shaping the metal.
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Tirarian just stared at James, rather incredulously at him. She couldn't comprehend how a man could be so callous. "But it was still a person." she stated. "Don't you feel a twinge of guilt?"
He smiled when Trafalgar brought up his research, but before he had a chance to discuss it the Elf brought up the guild and its methods of teaching. Nodding at Trafalgar, "Yes, the guild does teach those who can learn the ways of magic. Do you happen to be so inclined in those ways? I do need to turn in my research, and my mentor Ashera, does teach the new initiates. If that is what you were implying and asking about." He glanced at Shork, "If you'd like to come as well, feel free."
The remaining crowd there had mixed emotions, it looked like a few felt sympathy because the monster was a kid. However the others realized, the kid was a monster. Jeoffry stared with hate in his eyes at Liesel as he swung his axe upwards without a word and, found himself interrupted by a woman in the crowd. "Wait! Would killing her make you better than what you perceive the thing to be?! Are we not civilized people, this is clearly a matter for the Clergy to investigate and have a tribunal for." Jeoffry paused, "..." He gave a sigh as he lowered his axe, "Y-you're right. I need to make sure they can call me for testimony regarding these events." He stared at everyone in the crowd, "And same for you all."
The Dwarf chuckled as the Gnoll talked about how an Elven Archer caused the hyena to gain the limp. "Well ya haven't seen a Dwarven Bowman. Far better than those pinkos." He glanced up towards the humans, "Well, that clearly isn't the Gnoll's Hyena." The Human female nodded, "Not at all sir." The Dwarf grumbled as he pulled at his beard, "Well, I have no further questions for the Beast Master."
He couldn't help but have the microexpression of contempt, as his lips stretched out to the right as she mentioned medicine. ...By the Emperor, it must be done. And of course to cure the spite I am feeling. But first... Remington thought to himself, as he approached the bookshelves as he began pulling out books and checking their covers, and the first pages mentioned. After searching an actual dozen books he found the book! The Thesis on Elriquir Forronea! Remington smirked as he examined the leather-bound book and held it under his right shoulder, where he kept the box of Elriquir Forronea tablets. Remington held up his left index finger as he glanced at Anya, "Hold on one moment, I'll be right back, I just need a little stroll is all."
With that Remington exited the study and went downstairs where he saw, his goon carrying Elric on his shoulder. He glared at the burly axe man, "Mimsy? W-what did you do? You didn't kill him did you?" Remington said as his right eye twitched.
The burly man in plate shook his head, "Course not boss. Just a lil' smack, he'll be fine." Remington's eye continued twitching, "Mimsy, remember the last time you said that?" Mimsy blinked at his boss, "Sure I do. I hit him less hard, and at the skull not the neck. I learned from that mistake." Remington furrowed his brow as he used his left hand to rub his temple, "Mimsy, just take these and head over." He handed over the book and box of tablets to Mimsy. Mimsy grabbed them as he scratched his head with his left hand, "But what abou-" Remington gave him the glare, the 'Shut Up Mimsy' glare.
"R-right boss. I'm sure we'll get it all for sure. I-I'll just leave now." Mimsy nodded, as he peered outside the hole in the wall and began walking away with Elric on his shoulder, and the box and book in his possession. "Oh poor Elric... I hardly knew thee..." Mimsy said, as Remington frowned.
Damn it Mimsy, if you botch this up, I'll. Remington thought as he headed back up the stairs and into the study. He glanced back at Anya, "Well I've cleared up my head, and I am more sure than ever on what I need to do."
With that Remington exited the study and went downstairs where he saw, his goon carrying Elric on his shoulder. He glared at the burly axe man, "Mimsy? W-what did you do? You didn't kill him did you?" Remington said as his right eye twitched.
The burly man in plate shook his head, "Course not boss. Just a lil' smack, he'll be fine." Remington's eye continued twitching, "Mimsy, remember the last time you said that?" Mimsy blinked at his boss, "Sure I do. I hit him less hard, and at the skull not the neck. I learned from that mistake." Remington furrowed his brow as he used his left hand to rub his temple, "Mimsy, just take these and head over." He handed over the book and box of tablets to Mimsy. Mimsy grabbed them as he scratched his head with his left hand, "But what abou-" Remington gave him the glare, the 'Shut Up Mimsy' glare.
"R-right boss. I'm sure we'll get it all for sure. I-I'll just leave now." Mimsy nodded, as he peered outside the hole in the wall and began walking away with Elric on his shoulder, and the box and book in his possession. "Oh poor Elric... I hardly knew thee..." Mimsy said, as Remington frowned.
Damn it Mimsy, if you botch this up, I'll. Remington thought as he headed back up the stairs and into the study. He glanced back at Anya, "Well I've cleared up my head, and I am more sure than ever on what I need to do."
Battered and bruised, and huffing out, Katsuo leaned on his skateboard after he finished swinging it at a few more monkeys. "C-co-" He started to say before he coughed out. He glanced as the chimpanzees fled and ran off. Before his very eyes, they turned back into a gorilla who was... grovelling. Katsuo immediately got off from his skateboard leaning, as he stood up in a heroic pose, holding his skateboard in his right hand.
Pointing at the Gorilla he chortled out, looking down from his nose upon the gorilla. "That is what you get when you mess with Mizushima Katsuo, PROUD YANKEE AND DISCIPLE OF DISCO!" He beamed a smile, which wasn't a heroic white grin, because it was stained in blood. "In MY VERY VEINS THE SPIRIT OF AMERICA PUMPS THROUGH ME! LIKE THE MANIFEST DESTINY, MY AIM IS TRUE AND PURE! UNDER THE TEACHINGS OF, THE..." Katsuo paused in this bold declaration, as he took a moment of solace, and spoke the name with such reverence it assured Hero Worship, and most likely things beyond it "JAMES K. POLK, THE GREATEST AMERICAN PRESIDENT TO EVER LIVE! I strive to accomplish the greatest things! But you didn't recognize such GLORIOUS SPIRIT! But, let me tell you, you have just seen a mere fragment of the American Spirit and its great power! MUCH LIKE WHEN THE HERO COMMODORE PERRY LANDED UPON ON THE SHORES OF JAPAN!" Katsuo stuck his left thumb out and pointed at his chest.
"Now, you have seen only a small fragment of AMERICA! But I assure you, you can strive to be an American as well." Katsuo said to the Gorilla, feeling sympathetic. Katsuo tapped his right heel to the ground as he did a spin, and pointed his left hand to the sky. Coughing up blood, which fell to the ground, he smirked again. "Now then... I'd dance but..." He returned his skateboard back to lean on it. "I wanna catch a quick breather first, to reflect on the Heroic Speech." Katsuo smiled with a content grin.
Pointing at the Gorilla he chortled out, looking down from his nose upon the gorilla. "That is what you get when you mess with Mizushima Katsuo, PROUD YANKEE AND DISCIPLE OF DISCO!" He beamed a smile, which wasn't a heroic white grin, because it was stained in blood. "In MY VERY VEINS THE SPIRIT OF AMERICA PUMPS THROUGH ME! LIKE THE MANIFEST DESTINY, MY AIM IS TRUE AND PURE! UNDER THE TEACHINGS OF, THE..." Katsuo paused in this bold declaration, as he took a moment of solace, and spoke the name with such reverence it assured Hero Worship, and most likely things beyond it "JAMES K. POLK, THE GREATEST AMERICAN PRESIDENT TO EVER LIVE! I strive to accomplish the greatest things! But you didn't recognize such GLORIOUS SPIRIT! But, let me tell you, you have just seen a mere fragment of the American Spirit and its great power! MUCH LIKE WHEN THE HERO COMMODORE PERRY LANDED UPON ON THE SHORES OF JAPAN!" Katsuo stuck his left thumb out and pointed at his chest.
"Now, you have seen only a small fragment of AMERICA! But I assure you, you can strive to be an American as well." Katsuo said to the Gorilla, feeling sympathetic. Katsuo tapped his right heel to the ground as he did a spin, and pointed his left hand to the sky. Coughing up blood, which fell to the ground, he smirked again. "Now then... I'd dance but..." He returned his skateboard back to lean on it. "I wanna catch a quick breather first, to reflect on the Heroic Speech." Katsuo smiled with a content grin.
Been down for everyone, for like a day or two.
Santa paused before giving a nod to the Mormon as he walked around the ground level. He didn't want to keep the Christmas Sleigh too far from sight. He wandered around the ground level until he found, a Toy Store! Behind the mask Santa was beaming a smile, and his eyes glimmered with holiday magic. But of course that was behind the mask. Santa stepped past the shattered glass, and began examining the store.
Surprisingly, well not all too much, after all who would want toys in an apocalypse? Though the shelves were torn apart, probably for parts for something, but their were several toys that were laying around from stuffed animals, to little remote control cars. Whether or not they had batteries would be the real question. Santa began examining the toys as he wandered in the store, looking for the best to take to give to the good girls and boys.
Surprisingly, well not all too much, after all who would want toys in an apocalypse? Though the shelves were torn apart, probably for parts for something, but their were several toys that were laying around from stuffed animals, to little remote control cars. Whether or not they had batteries would be the real question. Santa began examining the toys as he wandered in the store, looking for the best to take to give to the good girls and boys.
Mortimer was in the crowd who watched that awful, awful child who dragged something from the beyond to assault children. Mortimer was a simple man, a wheat farmer who lived outside of the city limits, who would grow his crops. Usually he kept to himself, when not going to provide the wheat to the fine people of Estermere. However, today he visited his far more interesting friend Jeoffry who lived down at Harkness Street. Mortimer himself was a simple man, had a loving wife, and some children, all that was really all he would ask for in life.
As the child did well that, and this entire situation was beyond him. As such a fear that manifested itself, well mostly through soiled pantaloons, which were oozing, as the sludgelike contents well, dripped down to his bare feet. He felt his lips quivering, and his body shaking, as his skin grew pale, but not nearly as pale as the one who caused him to feel such fear.
He was one of the few who felt such fear at this horror, that he could not flee. I-I... his thoughts echoed out in his mind, as even thinking he was unable to express himself with proper tongue. With a quick movement he fled from the scene, following the others who had already left.
Mortimer knew he had a place he could turn to, the Church of Pelor. And he fled in its direction, Must... tell the clergy! Must tell the clergy! And as such he ran off.
The same could not be said of Jeoffry, who stood there in terror. Jeoffry didn't run off, for well he lived in the area, he had no place to run too. Jeoffry was a taller man than his friend Mortimer. Jeoffry stood at six feet and five inches, as compared to Mortimer who stood at five feet and five inches. Jeoffry certainly looked more of sterner stuff as well. He had a strong jaw-line, dark blue eyes, and dark red hair, and a body that was built like a sturdy barn. It certainly helped Jeoffry in his profession as a lumberjack. Which was fortunate for him, as he had a large axe with him, which was rusted with age, which did hinder it a bit in the work. But it was an heirloom from his pa, and his pa's pa, and so on, and Jeoffry treasured it as such.
Glaring at Liesel, Jeoffry drew his axe which was drawn upon his back. Stuttering a bit, "W-what..." he couldn't find the words he was searching for. The sight did frighten him, but from that fright emerged an indignation towards her. "BEAST ARE YOU!?" he howled out, as gobbets of phlegm flew from his crooked and worn teeth, heading towards Liesel. Most of it landed promptly in the dirt, but a few had a much higher velocity and force to it, and landed upon her dress.
As the child did well that, and this entire situation was beyond him. As such a fear that manifested itself, well mostly through soiled pantaloons, which were oozing, as the sludgelike contents well, dripped down to his bare feet. He felt his lips quivering, and his body shaking, as his skin grew pale, but not nearly as pale as the one who caused him to feel such fear.
He was one of the few who felt such fear at this horror, that he could not flee. I-I... his thoughts echoed out in his mind, as even thinking he was unable to express himself with proper tongue. With a quick movement he fled from the scene, following the others who had already left.
Mortimer knew he had a place he could turn to, the Church of Pelor. And he fled in its direction, Must... tell the clergy! Must tell the clergy! And as such he ran off.
The same could not be said of Jeoffry, who stood there in terror. Jeoffry didn't run off, for well he lived in the area, he had no place to run too. Jeoffry was a taller man than his friend Mortimer. Jeoffry stood at six feet and five inches, as compared to Mortimer who stood at five feet and five inches. Jeoffry certainly looked more of sterner stuff as well. He had a strong jaw-line, dark blue eyes, and dark red hair, and a body that was built like a sturdy barn. It certainly helped Jeoffry in his profession as a lumberjack. Which was fortunate for him, as he had a large axe with him, which was rusted with age, which did hinder it a bit in the work. But it was an heirloom from his pa, and his pa's pa, and so on, and Jeoffry treasured it as such.
Glaring at Liesel, Jeoffry drew his axe which was drawn upon his back. Stuttering a bit, "W-what..." he couldn't find the words he was searching for. The sight did frighten him, but from that fright emerged an indignation towards her. "BEAST ARE YOU!?" he howled out, as gobbets of phlegm flew from his crooked and worn teeth, heading towards Liesel. Most of it landed promptly in the dirt, but a few had a much higher velocity and force to it, and landed upon her dress.
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