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| CATZ | Feb 2 2009, 09:04:02 AM Post #1 |
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In the words of mr_e_s: Don't fuck it up. --- Princess Diana sighed. How long must she stay here? How long must she endure this suffering? How long must be withheld from all that she loved? For, indeed, she had locked herself out of the palace. And with today being National Nothing Day, she could not get back in. Today was perhaps the most famous and most highly honored holiday in the entire nation of Generic--since before the dawn of time, each year, one day out of the year had been chosen by random lots. And on that day, everybody was to do nothing worthwhile of any sort. All responsibilities were to be laid aside. No jobs were to be attended to, no work was to be done. Performing any sort of labor, or answering to any sort of authority, or doing anything of any note, was considered nearly a criminal offense on this most holy day. Indeed, magic didn't even work on this day--the king's chief magician would activate an ancient relic that nullified all magic for 24 hours. A more unremarkable day was not to be found at any other time, and yet this day was in so many ways the most remarkable day of all, noteworthy for the sake of its own un-remarkable-ness. The king and queen would be sleeping together in their swimming-pool sized bed all day. The palace guards would be sitting in their barracks and drinking beers and smoking pipes. The Princess's maidens and attendants would be laying in a stupor on cots in one of the city's opium houses. The peasants would gather at each others' houses to hold checkers tournaments or play games of hide-and-seek, leaving their crops unattended in the fields to be ravaged by animals and insects. The magicians' books and staves and potions would collect dust on the shelves whilst their owners did completely mundane things. The Princess herself had been looking forward to a relaxing day alone in her chambers, grooming herself in front of the mirror, soaking in her jacuzzi tub, reading dainty books about fashion trends and etiquette, sitting by her window and looking pretty while staring out over the empty, dead city, doing things that were very princess-like, but also very boring, and yet also very relaxing. Sadly, that was no longer to be the case, for she had managed to lock herself out. How could this have happened today, of all days?! On any other day, someone, anyone, would have been there to let her in. But not today. No one would answer her calls, no one would come to her rescue. She was stuck out here, on the streets, alone in the listless silence of Nothing Day. How inconvenient. --- Tom sighed. He was supremely bored. The worst day of the year--Nothing Day. What a stupid idea. How much more advanced might their culture be, if all the Nothing Days since the beginning of history had been spent doing productive and worthwhile activities? How many incredible breakthroughs in the magical arts could've been made? How many more crops might have been harvested and stockpiled, how much more training and preparation might the national army have been able to accomplish? Sadly, he would never know the answer to these questions, for Nothing Day was far too sacred to ever be removed from the culture of Generic. The king himself could not overrule this holiday--it was a custom that defied and transcended all authority. No one knew how it had been started or why, but all the same, it had been in place for so long that no one had ever questioned it. The most unshakeable of all traditions. Now Tom was wandering the empty streets, sometimes tossing a baseball up in the air and catching it as he walked, sometimes stopping to practice his swing. Baseball was what he lived for--how cruel that there should be a holiday which effectively cancelled all baseball-related activites for 24 full hours. Indeed, the sport was considered far too active for anyone to actually engage in it on Nothing Day, or even practice it. His teammates were all either laying in bed alone, drinking beers, or laying in bed and drinking beers with their girlfriends, depending on whether or not they were single. Tom was the only member of his baseball team actually on his feet right now. How pathetic. Tom refused to participate in such boorish and unprofessional behavior, even on Nothing Day. Even if he could not practice baseball, he refused to be completely lethargic and inactive. At the very least, he would be on his feet, walking around, retaining some semblance of activity. Unfortunately, there was not much to entertain him as he wandered the streets--no drunks fighting outside the bars, no hookers lifting their skirts outside the brothels, no crooked merchants hawking their wares in the marketplaces, no magicians putting on shows in the courtyards, no guard patrols marching haughtily down the streets. No nothing. That was when he saw her. At first Tom thought it was surely an illusion, cast by some juvenile magician as a stupid joke, but then, this was Nothing Day. Magic didn't even work today. So it had to be her. Everyone knew her face, everyone knew that elegant, suggestive walk, that glossy, angelic hair that streamed behind her in ways that made men go crazy and throw away their lives in pursuit of her--Princess Diana, the love of the kingdom, the ultimate damsel, the woman for which every man would instantly murder his wife and children, if it meant that he would have even the slightest chance of taking her hand in marriage. Indeed, the very sight of her had been known to turn women into lesbians, and make gay men straight. She was not escorted as she usually was. She was simply walking, wandering, staring at this and that, making vain attempts to entertain herself. The exact same as Tom was doing. On today, of all days. This was the beauty of Nothing Day, he supposed--for surely, on no other day, would something like this have ever happened. Tom couldn't think of any explanation for why the Princess was wandering the streets alone, but he was sure it had something to do with the holiday. In any case, he didn't particularly care why Princess Diana was out and about on Nothing Day, that was totally irrelevant. The fact of the matter was, the surrounding area was completely empty, not a single soul in sight, a street shared only by Princess Diana and Tom, the nondescript baseball player. This was probably the only chance he would ever have at taking her hand. Tom brushed his hair with his hand, laid his baseball bat across his shoulders, put on his best casual-yet-interested expression, and began to walk towards the Princess. He didn't know what he would say, what he would do. It didn't really matter. This was the only chance he would ever have. And in a fraction of a second, it was taken from him. The sky darkened momentarily; the clouds parted; a shadow descended from the heavens and engulfed the princess. Tom couldn't really understand what he was seeing, but that was the only way to describe it, the only word that he could apply to this animated darkness that had just swallowed up the Princess. Shadow. A fleeting echo of a scream, and then the shadow departed, simply disappeared, gone without any sort of explanation. The clouds closed back up, the sky returned to its usual color. Needless to say, the Princess was nowhere to be seen. It was all over in the span of maybe half a second. Tom questioned his sanity for a moment. Was all this Nothing Day stuff going to his head? Had he perhaps breathed in the opium fumes from one of the drug houses while strolling by, thus unintentionally intoxicating himself and inducing hallucinations? Then he saw the note. A simple scrap of paper, left on the ground where the Princess had been a moment ago, as if some peasant had used it to blow his nose and then carelessly cast it aside. Tom hesitated for a moment, still questioning his own sanity, but then curiosity overwhelmed him. He had to know. The baseball player ran over to the scrap of paper and picked it up. There was writing on it, in a fine, spidery script, as if written by a professional elven scribe. Dear Witness[es] to My Crime, Even on Nothing Day, I am sure that someone has seen what I have just done, for despite my best efforts, I was not able to render my actions in such a way that might go unnoticed. Yes, you are sane--yes, you saw what saw. Yes, the Princess stood before you, and yes, I spirited her away. I am sure that the king will be aware of my actions by this time tomorrow, but only you, my dear Witness[es], will have knowledge of exactly how and why she disappeared. If you want her, what you must do is exceedingly simple--just follow the clues! Come to the Old Bailey Lighthouse tomorrow night at midnight, and the next clue will be waiting for you. Won't this be fun?! Signed with great sincerity, The Shadow of Generic P.S. You are free to do as you wish with this information, tell the king, bring all his armies with you, whatever you like, my dear Witness[es]. I care not! But I would venture to guess that you will enjoy the game ever so much more should you leave all the high-and-mighties out of it, for you insignificant little Witness[es] will quickly be forgotten should the authorities become involved in my little sport. P.P.S. I would also like to inform you that I have tampered with the Damper, that wonderful relic within the palace which destroys magical energies and prevents the practice of the arcane arts. In the interest of making the game more interesting, I have set it such that it will remain active for exactly one year. No magic will be cast within the borders of Generic until this exact moment, exactly one year from now. What a breathtaking prospect! Oh, how distraught the king and all his court will be! What fun it will be to watch them agonizing over the crisis I have here induced! I had originally intended to save this additional surprise for tomorrow, when the king would attempt to shut the relic back off, but I was overwhelmed by excitement, and felt compelled to share this information with you, my dear Witness[es]. Tom continued to question his sanity as he held the scrap of paper in his hand. He surely would have dismissed this note as the ravings of a lunatic, had he not been witness to that which had just taken place. Witness[es]......the guy, the thing, the demon, the god, whatever it was, had clearly implied that there might have been multiple people who had seen this, that there might have been others besides Tom who had been watching. The baseball player sincerely hoped that this was the case--if someone else was nearby to simply tell him, "Hey, I saw it too!", then he would be assured once again of his own sanity. Tom clutched the note in his fist and looked around, searching to see if there were, indeed, any other Witness[es]. --- Mior sighed. The mage stirred his cup lazily, staring at the powerful brown liquid contained within it. Straight liquor, premium quality, brewed a century ago. The mage looked deep into its depths, and felt almost as if he could see something within the murky stuff--he got a powerful sensation as he looked into the cup of liquor, a feeling that he couldn't describe, a singularly unique premonition. It was as if the world had gone completely dark for just a fleeting fraction of a moment, and had already been restored to normal, leaving behind only the memory of that brief, dark instant. There was only one word which Mior's mind could apply to this feeling--Shadow. It made no sense to him, was beyond any other sort of description, and after another few seconds, he had already forgotten about it completely. The mage lifted his cup and drained it in one gulp, taking another step forward on the road to drunkenness. It was his sixteenth cup of liquor. A normal man would have died from alcohol poisoning by now, but ofcourse Mior was no normal man. He was renowned as one of the most powerful mages in the land, and yet today he was stripped of that power, that status, that authority. Today he was just like everyone else--he was Nothing. Nothing Day, or as Mior liked to think of it, Mundane Day. Many magicians took sleeping draughts the day before so that they could pass Mundane Day away in dreamland. Mior refused to do this, but was tempted by it each year, for there was really no point to being awake on Mundane Day. He was seated at the Hog's Head, the only bar in the city which functioned on Mundane Day. The bartender, Billy, literally slept behind his bar each night, and so he simply left the bar open all hours, even on Nothing Day, drinking himself to sleep whenever necessary. Indeed, today he had already passed out, and bums from across the city had come to his bar in order to take advantage of this, freely drinking from his stocks of beer and liquor. Dozens crowded the bar, and yet no one spoke to anyone else--the people all simply sat and enjoyed free drinks coupled with the complete lack of responsibility. Mior poured another cup and stared around at the silent, zombie-like crowd. How boring. If only someone would talk to him, say something, propose something, do something ridiculous, anything, it didn't matter, anything to hold his attention on this most loathesome of all days. This was the only day, of all days, on which the mage might've even ordered the services of a hooker, if only to entertain himself. If only hookers worked on Mundane Day. Alcohol, atleast, never took a day off--Mior drained his newly-poured cup, and thought he was actually starting to feel his fingers tingle now. Perhaps he could get drunk before sunset, after all. |
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| Wight | Feb 2 2009, 11:14:50 PM Post #2 |
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Sho was having a really bad day. On top of having been forced to get his hair cut the night before (an activity which he considered far more traumatic than even a trip to the dentist), the little boy was rapidly discovering to his intense dismay that Nothing Day was not, as a matter of fact, the Best Day of the Year. No, that honor was still reserved to Free Candy Day, which didn't actually exist yet, though he was certain his petitions to the king would get through sooner or later. The silly man must have just lost the last thirty two, so he'd written the newest one in Super Font and Bald so Mr. Sillyking wouldn't miss it again. Speaking of Sillyking, what'd he be thinking when he started Nothing Day? The lack of school -- Sho was totally fine with it. But the lack of everything else -- not cool at all! Stupid Nanny wouldn't even let him do his homework; all the procrastination he had done the day before was completely going to waste! And what was this ridiculous 'medication' stuff? He'd been told to sit still and be quiet and medicate on what a naughty child he was, but it was such a bad idea! Whoever came up with it clearly hadn't ever met a kid before, since it'd taken all of thirty seconds before he'd got bored with it. Or . . . maybe that was a good thing! See, if he hadn't been so bored, he wouldn't ever have come up with his Awsum Supar Clevar Plan To Go Out N Have Lots N Lots Of Fun (N Candy), and he wouldn't be having so much Fun right now. Sho had never been allowed to walk outside alone because he would be kidnapped by strangers -- Well! Nanny had said nobody ain't outside today, so it was perfectly fine to go out since there wasn't anyone around to kidnap him except nobody and nobody couldn't kidnap him because nobody ain't outside! As Nanny often said, little Sho was possessed of Inpeckable Lawjik, which, from what he gathered, meant that he could say whatever the heck he felt like saying and was a really good Life Skill if he wanted to be one of those folk who went around in blue suits and yelled at each other in big speech bubbles that said 'Objeckshun!' and 'Take This!' He wasn't sure he wanted to say 'Objeckshun!' though, since he didn't know what that meant. Maybe he'd just say 'You Suck!' instead. Anyway, his plan had been so inpeckable that he couldn't even remember most of it at this point. He seemed to recall it involving a lot of crying from his baby sister (and really, that was all she did, so she shouldn't even be allowed to cry on Nothing Day) and a lot of screaming from Nanny. He'd escaped out the window, though, and it had been exactly 10 minutes now since he'd been enjoying his freedom. At least, he ought to have been enjoying his freedom. But . . . but . . . ! Sho pounded at the shop window for a few moments before crying out in anguish. "Noooooo! Where's Mr. Candy Man?!" Bounding up to Tom, Sho tugged hard at the grownup's pants. Then poked really hard at the bump in the grownup's pants (he'd figured out that if he touched that area, he got someone's attention right away!) "Mr. Nobody, Mr. Nobody! Didja see that, didja? That bad lady musta taken Mr. Candy Man with her when she flew away!" |
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| Luneth | Feb 3 2009, 12:34:53 AM Post #3 |
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Luneth was having a fantastic day. Searching for the Edge Fencer was a full time job, but not on Nothing Day. On Nothing Day he could forget the fact that The Edge crafted by he and the other two members of The Trinity of the Perfect Edge had a wielder destined to use it for great things. He could forget that he had just felt something he would describe as a mix between "Shadow" and "Man, I could really go for a plate of cupcakes". Meh, oh well. |
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| The Protagonist | Feb 3 2009, 12:39:54 AM Post #4 |
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As always, the worst day of the year... Andra lay on his bed in the inn. Today was Nothing Day, the day where the entire kingdom of Generic stood still. The day where, almost literally, nothing happened. A day spent in one of two states: catatonia or boredom. Catatonia never suited Andra, leaving him left with...well, boredom. Not that that suited him much more. He sighed and walked over to the window. As expected, there was absolutely nothing of interest to see. The streets were utterly abandoned, with not a soul in sight...wait, there was someone there. Two? Yes, two...two people wandered the streets, on a day where usually not even one was seen. One, a youngish man with a baseball bat slung over his shoulder, and the other an almost impossibly beautiful young women. Wait, that's Princess Diana! She's never out alone... Standing at the window, Andra watched as the young man approached Diana. I don't blame him for trying, but he has as much chance of success as I do of sprouting wings and flying... He turned away from the window, but...there was a flash of...well, normally "flashes" imply light, but this was a flash of...Shadow, was the only word he could bring to mind. He spun back to the window. Diana was gone, vanished seemingly without a trace. Wha-? How? That...that was not natural! What the hell just happened? He grabbed his spear and jumped out onto the balcony of the window. Watching around, he jumped down, slowing his fall by grabbing the railing, the dropping the rest of the way. As he sped towards the alley where the Princess disappeared, he tried to dispel a thought from his mind, knowing that he was a horrible person for thinking it, but it stayed anyways. I was hoping something exciting would happen... Arya "I hate this entire country." Arya sulked in the forest. While normally hiking in the forest would be a great diversion and something to make her very happy, her reason for hiking ensured that her mood was otherwise. Once again, the Kingdom of Generic had their oh-so-beloved Nothing Day, a day which bored Arya out of her skull. Seriously, what kind of self-respecting culture had a day that was actually dedicated to being a bunch of lazy asses? Arya could appreciate the occasion day of loafing, but what a waste to have every single person in the country waste their day in such a way! That was why Arya snuck out of the city, like she had the past few years. Going for a walk was probably enough to be illegal on Nothing Day, but no one was paying enough attention to notice one girl walking out of the gates. Sitting on a tree stump, Arya set down her sword and rested for a moment. A sudden shiver passed down her spine...as if something profoundly...unnatural had just happened. Eh, it was probably just her imagination. Probably nothing, just like this day. |
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| rn7 | Feb 3 2009, 01:43:12 AM Post #5 |
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Dwarfguy had a drink. He wasn't keeping count. But he could still see straight. That meant more drink. More drink. He was thinking strange thoughts. More drink. Drown it out. We can't have that incident again, now can we? Drink, drink. More drink. Someone is fighting. Drink. Someone lost a valuable ring. Drink. Something fell into mug. Drink. Someone's yelling. Drink. Someone got out a sword. Drink. Someone whacked mug away. ...Lop his head off. Drink. |
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| Ursa Major | Feb 3 2009, 03:06:44 AM Post #6 |
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Morgen sat for what felt like an eternity. Oh, wait, it always feels like an eternity when it is one. Anyways, the demon lord sat inside... something. He didn't know what for sure, but he was sealed inside of it. He thought it might have been the whole "Destroy/enslave all humankind while destroying the eight heroes of light and love" that had gotten him locked in here. Probably the eight heroes in the first place. Oh well. Not like he cared. They were all dead by now, after all, so long as he was in here for an eternity. He sighed for the infinitieth time in the prison, waiting for something new to happen. ~-~ Gaff stared at the spot where the princess had once stood. She had vanished in a fraction of a second... He wasn't sure anyone else had even seen it. Still, the old man sat back against a wall of a bar, shaking his head. His grayed moustache drooped depressively, meeting the corners of his mouth and creating a perpetual frown on his countenance. His rust-colored armor and helm only added to the look of age of the man, but the wolf could still bite. He looked around at the motley crew standing nearby. "Anybody else see that?" he asked out hoarsley. |
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| rn7 | Feb 3 2009, 03:52:53 AM Post #7 |
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Dwarfguy had just killed another man, which was illegal in about 37 and a third of the 50 provinces. The ancient book of law clearly states, 'Beheading ye head of another man is sorta bad." Repercussions of committing such a immoral act included, but was not limited to, being slapped on the wrist, being yelled at, and being told to take a time out. However, there is a tiny loophole in the law in that lopping a man's head off is slightly different from beheading a man. Only dwarves had knowledge of the sacred subtly between the two, and as such, it was perfectly fine to lop a man's head off as long as you were willing to pay the 25 cent fee for clean-up. Needless to say, the crime of making a bloody mess on the floor was a much more flagrant offense. Many men have gone to their deaths because they were short on change. If there was one thing you had to know about this place, it would be to always carry money. It doesn't matter how much, or what type. Just any cash. Loose coins were the fuel that fed the city's economy. Pickpockets would steal it, guards would confiscate it, people would lose it, beggars would jingle it in tin cans, robbers would loot it off corpses, birds would choke on it, and lastly and likely least, people would buy things with it. The more arbitrary the amount the better, for those who carried exact change would likely get beheaded. In the same way, too much money would weigh you down-- you could not reach the cookie jar on the top shelf without your pants tearing into two. Too little meant your pants had problems staying on. Investing in a belt meant a beheading, unless your belt contained some trace of coinage. Some citizens have done away with the burden of having to bother with pants at all. Those people are the most likely to be pickpocketed and subsequently beheaded. It was important to carry a coin because of all the practical uses of it. Should a scratcher ticket float your way, you would be able to rub away the gunk without it getting into your fingernails. If you see a delicious pastry warming up in the oven, you can bite down on your teeth to prevent accidental severing of tongue. In the same manner, you can check if your teeth are still structurally sound. If cavities have gotten the better of you, a full set of coins can serve as impromptu teeth so that you will not starve to death while staring at said pastry. Coins are good distractions-- toss one, and a legion of grubbers will leap after it, leaving you in complete (relative) safety. The reflection of a coin can blind a pursuer, and in close combat, it can be used to behead said pursuer. Adorn your palms with a row of coins and you can use them to scale walls and otherwise impassible barriers. Use it as a comb, a brush, a cucumber mask-- the possibilities are only limited by the size of your pants. Dwarfguy, for one, had about 452 and three sevenths coins in his pants. Not all were of the same standard-- at least one coin hailed from a different province from another. It was a nice, even amount, but not overly so. Just in case though, his beard was lined with a coin mail, so that beheading was out of the question (though lopping was still a problem). Luckily for him, he did not have to pay the fee, for when he lobbed the head off of the angry man, the severed head had splattered on the table, spilling its contents over the surface, but never ever reaching the floor. It was a good thing, though. For four hundred twenty-seven was the most sacrilegious amount of money one could ever hope to carry-- having that amount stored in your pants was about as bad as beheading the king himself, and using his headless stock to sweep the floor. Which was almost as bad as not wearing pants. Dwarfguy ordered another drink, making sure it was exactly 26 cents. Edited by rn7, Feb 3 2009, 04:16:43 AM.
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| CATZ | Feb 3 2009, 04:14:43 AM Post #8 |
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"Hey, hey, what're ya doin'?!" Tom said, jumping back from the little kid. Naturally, he was wearing a cup, and thus the kid had not disturbed his junk, but still. It was kinda disturbing in general to have a random little kid poking at your junk. "Mr. Nobody, Mr. Nobody! Didja see that, didja? That bad lady musta taken Mr. Candy Man with her when she flew away!" "Whassat? Mr. Candy Man? Nah, see, kid, that was the Princess just then, I dunno bout no Mr. Candy--" "Anybody else see that?" some nearby voice called out hoarsely. Tom could also see some guy with a spear running towards him. Witness[es]. Yes, it had been Witnesses, not Witness. He hadn't been the only one. Thank god. "'Kay, people, stop for a sec. Did you guys see what I just saw?" |
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| Ursa Major | Feb 3 2009, 04:21:45 AM Post #9 |
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"That depends, I suppose," Gaff said, rising and walking towards the baseball player. "What exactly did you see, then?" He wasn't in any mood to deal with children, especially not on Nothing Day, even though there was literally nothing else to do. But something like that hadn't happened in... well, forever. And if anything could break the humdrum of this nothingest of Nothing Days... So be it. Even if it did involve kids. |
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| CATZ | Feb 3 2009, 04:28:46 AM Post #10 |
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"Uh, um......" If it had been a hallucination, Tom didn't want to describe it and sound crazy, even though he didn't know these people anyway........ "Here," he said, handing the scrap of paper to the old man. "Check this out. Tell me what you see on this scrap of paper." |
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| Ursa Major | Feb 3 2009, 04:34:37 AM Post #11 |
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He took the paper and began muttering under his breath. Doesn't make sense... He looked at the scribbling for a few long, awkward minutes, not making sense of the letters and words. Then he realized the problem. New Common. He was far to used to reading Olde Common, from... back then. He strained for a moment, then sighed as he read sentences and fragments brokenly. Didn't quite get the whole note, but most of it. "So, princess vanishes, magic's gone, we're witness[es]. Now what?" he asked, handing the grimy sheet back to the boy. |
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| Wight | Feb 3 2009, 04:46:32 AM Post #12 |
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"Princess?!" His mind vaguely registered that Mr. King's daughter was named Princess. " . . . Let me see, let me see - please!" Sho reached up with one hand to gently grasp ahold of the note; he was smart enough to realize that if he pulled too hard, the paper would break and then no one would be able to read anything, which was bad. "Huuuh . . . " His eyes quickly glanced through the entirety of the writing before he thrusted it back towards the two adults. "We have to save the Candy and Princess!" When both of them blinked idly at him, Sho placed both of his hands on his hips. "Because we're Witness[es]! . . . Also cause Nothing Day is the most boring day ever and there's nothing else to do." |
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| Hell if I know | Feb 3 2009, 05:17:24 AM Post #13 |
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Shu "Oh God, I hate you already and I'm not even in this RP...yet. |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Feb 3 2009, 08:44:28 AM Post #14 |
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I have to keep moving... She could scarcely think through the pain, but that one thought was stuck in her head, driving her to push her her aching body forward. She could hardly remember what she was running from through the pain, but the fear was enough to keep her going. I have to keep moving... She staggered, bright spots flashing in front of her eyes, her vision rapidly clouding. She could hardly see now, and nothing she could see looked real any more - the visions were becoming all she could see, the horrible memories of what had happened. Or what would happen. Or maybe what had never happened. She didn't know any more, nor did she care. All she knew was that she wanted it to stop. I... have to keep moving... She tripped, sprawling across the hard, uneven floor of wherever this was. More pain. She pushed herself up, staggering forward again, not caring that she didn't see or know where she was going. A feeling of something wet - ...blood? But it didn't matter. She couldn't stop running. Though she couldn't shrug off the feeling this was a day in which she wasn't supposed to run at all. I have to... She fell again. Lacking the strength to push herself up again, she began to drag herself forward. More spots began to cloud her vision - black, this time. In fact, everything was black. Blacker. Odd. Soon it passed. So odd. I... I... Her strength began to fail. She tried to keep moving, but soon her body began to give out on her. She collapsed, her arm stretched out in front of her in one last attempt to get away. She could hear voices now. She was scared. Her vision began to blacken again. Not so odd this time. Dying was always black. Everything was black. So black... A young, black-winged girl lay in the alley, covered in blood and grime, her clothes torn and dirty. Her eyes were closed and she was motionless, though still breathing, albeit with difficulty. A curiously-shaped amulet hung around her neck, adorned with odd runes and a single large, red gem. She lay sprawled on the ground, her arm stretched out as though reaching for a last glimmer of light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. |
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| The Protagonist | Feb 3 2009, 08:54:53 PM Post #15 |
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"The kid is right in one thing, at least." Andra said dryly as he approached the others. Gently taking the paper from the boy, Andra scanned the document. No magic for a year...well, I'm better with my spear anyways, but still... "Well, it seems like this is going to be a more exciting day than I thought..." |
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| CATZ | Feb 3 2009, 11:02:09 PM Post #16 |
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So, he wasn't crazy. These people had all clearly seen the same thing he did. That was good. Had this been any day other than Nothing Day, Tom would've still dismissed this as the insane prank of some wizard who been knocked off his rocker by a backfired spell or something. But on Nothing Day, when something like this happened, you knew it was real. Damn, this was the weirdest day of Tom's life by far, and it was only high noon. Twelve more hours of Nothing Day still to go. Plenty of potential for the day to get even more insane than it already was. The jock figured this was one of those days you always heard about from the old people......life only gives you one chance to do something exciting, to make some sort of difference, to mean something more than the majority of the maggots that meander across the surface of the planet. When the chance comes, you'll know what it is, it'll be staring you in the face and shouting your name. Most people back down, refuse, choose to be content with their boring and insignificant lives. His grandfather had always talked about this, had always said that he'd been one of the people that backed down, and had regretted it for the rest of his life. He'd spent his days in a rocking chair on his front porch, puffing on a pipe, hollering at his friends when they walked by, and wishing that he'd done something with his life. "Well, uh......first things, I mean, we don't even know each others' names. Who the hell are you people?" |
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| The Protagonist | Feb 3 2009, 11:28:39 PM Post #17 |
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"Ah...I'm Andra. I was in town for the arena, but, of course, no fights today..." Andra started pacing as the others introduced themselves, a habit he had that was expressed when he was nervous. The princess of Generic has been kidnapped..somehow, despite magic not working today...and now, not for a year... Andra shook his head, then looked down a nearby alley to see if anyone else might have noticed what happened. Seeing no one, he turned away, but a glint of something caught his eye. A sliver of light in the alley reflected off some small peice of metal. He walked over to investigate. As he got closer, the...whatever it was...continued to shine. He bent down to take a closer look. It was...That's...the most beautiful pendant I've ever seen...but what is it doing here? He tried to pick it up, but it was snagged on something. He looked closer. !! There's a girl there! A young girl lay in the mud, covered in grime and dirty rags to the degree that she nearly perfectly blended with the filth of the alley. Careflly, he gathered her in his arms and picked her up, which led him to another shock. She has wings...where did she come from? Carrying out of the alley, he walked back to where the others stood, hopefully having sinished introducing themselves by now. |
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| Wight | Feb 3 2009, 11:32:06 PM Post #18 |
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The boy, of course, spoke up the loudest. Thankfully, his voice was not quite as shrill and piercing as those of most children that appeared to be near his age; with any luck, the others wouldn't feel like throttling him every time he opened his mouth to speak. "I'm Shotaro! I'm . . . umm . . . 9 years old, and I got my hair cut yesterday!" As a matter of fact, he almost managed to complete his short introduction without sounding completely immature. That was, until he opened his mouth again. "My favorite color is blue, and my favorite type of candy is Cotton Candy even though it's not actually made from cotton; Nanny says that's not a lie because it's a . . . a metal fore, but I think she's lying when she says that adults never lie. They do all the time; they just call it different things like metal fores and similars and eggserations. So if I used one of those right now, it's really OK." It was at this point that his long rambling was cut off by the sudden reappearance of Andra and . . . somebody else. It was a girl. Sho's face visibly drooped as he kicked at the floor. "Oh, phooey. You already saved her. Now what're we gonna do for the restuva day?" Edited by Wight, Feb 3 2009, 11:34:44 PM.
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| CATZ | Feb 4 2009, 12:00:52 AM Post #19 |
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"Damn, this Shadow thing did that to the Princess?" Then Tom thought about it again, and decided to pretend that he hadn't said that out loud. "So, who is she? Is she alive?" Tom walked over to the dirt-covered figure and placed two fingers on her neck, trying and failing to find a pulse. This was most likely due to the fact that he had no idea how or where to feel for a person's pulse, though. They had always made it look so easy in the movies......average citizens did it all the time in those fictional tales. Guess you can't trust the movies too much after all. Tom gave up on trying to find the girl's pulse, and instead stepped back and lowered his baseball bat. He then proceeded to poke the girl's black wings with his bat, trying to determine whether or not they were real, or if they were perhaps just part of a costume or something. If they were real......well, black wings were generally signs of a demon. |
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| The Protagonist | Feb 4 2009, 12:07:19 AM Post #20 |
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"Be careful...she's badly hurt, but I think she's alive." Andra held girl's pendant near her mouth. Mist formed on the stone. "Look, she's breathing. We need to find her help, though...I wouldn't know where to begin, to deal with injuries like that." |
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| Wight | Feb 4 2009, 12:36:35 AM Post #21 |
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"The doctors will know what to do!" With the blind faith of the young and the naive, Sho placed one hand on his hip and thrust the other fist in the air. "They can fix everything! Magic or not." It was about then that he suddenly remembered what day it was. His arm drooped. "Oh, poop. I guess they won't be allowed to fix anyone today, though . . . " His gaze drifted back to the injured girl as he thought. Loudly. "Hmmmmmmmmmm . . . . . . " Having barely caught a glimpse of the Princess before she was spirited away, the young child was still entirely unaware that this was a different person. And so, when Tom began his unorthodox treatment methods, little Shotaro's response to frantically wav his arms and call out, "No! If you poke Princess, she'll explode!" Exactly how he arrived at this conclusion would likely never be known. "A-and you're not allowed to poke injured people either. 'Cause if you poke 'em, the police won't be able to draw the chalk right and then they'll be really mad and we'll get fined a hundred pounds of candy. Each." |
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| The Protagonist | Feb 4 2009, 12:45:45 AM Post #22 |
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"This isn't the princess...I don't know who she is." Andra looked around more, then his eyes settled on the grizzled older man watching them. "Hey, you. Do you know anything about first aid?" |
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| Luneth | Feb 4 2009, 01:24:17 AM Post #23 |
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Luneth had stolen a horse and was galloping at full speed towards the capitol. The King must be informed of this crisis. It'll take me about a day to get to the capitol if I don't sleep... Luneth spurred the horse on faster. This was different than the magic suppression that normally occurred on Nothing Day, this was stronger, more permanent. "The King must be informed!" yelled Luneth. |
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| rn7 | Feb 4 2009, 02:48:52 AM Post #24 |
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Dwarfguy blubbered over to the crowd in the middle of the street. He did not know how he had got there, or where he was. He wasn't even sure what time of day it was, despite the rays of the suns burning directly into his pupils. If anything was to be said, know that drinking was involved, and that many people were beheaded. A group of people were standing there, huddled over a fallen girl with a black wing and an extremely shiny amulet thing. No one bothered to help the lady. Most were rather content with staring at her, trying to judge how many coins she had within her pants. Other asked passively if any one knew first aid (which, by the way, would help little), not really considering getting the lass to an infirmary or seeking any aid of any sort. But most importantly, the amulet was shiny. If Dwarfguy did not know better, he would have drunk that amulet right then and there. Unfortunately, he was not himself, likely due to alcohol-related reasons. Therefore he clobbeled over to the fallen lass and stared placcidly at the amulet. It was shiny, and there was not much else to say about it. Using his pristine dwarven knowledge, Dwarfguy came to the stunning conclusion that the amulet was probably valuable, and probably important as well. And valuable meant drinkable, right? At least, that's what they always told him. So Dwarfguy walked over to the lady, about to take the amulet from her neck, when he tripped over and invisible tree root and fell. His flask of booze flew into the air and appropriate fell into the fallen lady's mouth. Well, this was okay, too. The firewater now coursing through the lady's throat would instantly wake her up, possibly rendering her blood-alcohol level to the legal limit in one gulp. That, or she would drown in it. Just in case, though, Dwarfguy readied his axe and began to run away. |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Feb 4 2009, 03:13:03 AM Post #25 |
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Suddenly, the darkness seemed to break as a new sensation penetrated her mind - more pain, a burning in her throat, but it wasn't that bad this time. Her head seemed to clear a little and she coughed, opening her eyes a little. "W-where... where am I?" |
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| Ursa Major | Feb 4 2009, 03:47:56 AM Post #26 |
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The grizzled older man spoke up grizzly and oldly. "Generic," he said quietly. "On Nothing Day. But you're not exactly 'nothing,' now are you, girlie?" He drummed his hand on the hilt of his greatsword - the last time he had seen a winged woman like that was a long time ago, and... Well, he couldn't remember why, but seeing another one put him on edge. "Well? Where'd you come from, then? Didn' fall outta the sky, did you?" |
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| Phoenix_Kensai | Feb 4 2009, 06:46:32 AM Post #27 |
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"I... I don't know. I can't..." She raised a trembling hand to her forehead, wishing the pain would go away. "Can't think..." Her vision blurred over again, and she began shaking and coughing violently. The fit soon passed, though the shaking remained. "P-please don't leave me. Need to get away..." |
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| CATZ | Feb 4 2009, 07:31:02 AM Post #28 |
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Sure enough, more weirdness. A random dwarfguy popping liquor down mystery-girl's throat. This was most definitely one of those special days. "Actually, she might've just fallen outta the sky. I mean, look at those wings. Maybe she was just flying around, minding her own business, when something decided to attack her and ruin her day. Today's already obviously a crazy, nonsensical, completely abnormal day, you know," Tom said. "I... I don't know. I can't..." She raised a trembling hand to her forehead, wishing the pain would go away. "Can't think..." Her vision blurred over again, and she began shaking and coughing violently. The fit soon passed, though the shaking remained. "P-please don't leave me. Need to get away..." "Well, uh, I would take you to a doc or something, but, you know, it's Nothing Day. No one works today, and that includes the docs. Anyway, folks. Lemme see if I remember your names. Andra, Gaff, uhhh.......sorry, kid, can't remember your name. Just plain old 'kid' should be good enough for you. Anyway, next question. As I see it, then assuming we all believe this note, we have a big decision to make here. Should we tell anyone what happened, or keep it to ourselves? What d'you guys think? Haha, this is so cool, we're like an instant brotherhood now, all because we all just happened to be in the right place at the right time........" In the meantime, Tom was not particularly concerned about mystery-girl's health. Quite the opposite--he held his baseball bat close to his shoulder, in such a way as to have a very clear swing at mystery-girl's head. He had decided that those black wings were indeed real, and thus she may indeed be a demon, and may indeed simply be playing some sort of trick so that she could catch them all off-guard and suck their souls out. Well, that wasn't gonna happen, not today, not on Tom's watch. This was his one chance to have an interesting life, and like hell he was gonna let some soulthirsty demon ruin it so soon. She made one false move, bam, HOME RUN, with her head playing the role usually filled by a baseball. Edited by CATZ, Feb 4 2009, 07:40:34 AM.
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| CATZ | Feb 4 2009, 08:19:39 AM Post #30 |
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| The Protagonist | Feb 4 2009, 10:33:18 PM Post #32 |
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Andra pulled off his coat, draping it over the mystery-girl's shoulders, or as much as he could with her wings in the way. He noticed, though, that Tom was eyeing the girl with suspicion. He decided to take the attention off the girl for now. "Well, something pretty major just happened here, I mean, the princess was magically kidnapped right in front of us. The problem is, it's not a story that many people would believe easily. For all they know, we could just be a bunch of lunatics, or worse, they might suspect us of having something to do with her disappearance. Even if not, we'd be taken in for questioning, and that's never pleasant." |
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| Ursa Major | Feb 5 2009, 12:44:21 AM Post #33 |
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Gaff sighed. "Not like we can do much anyways. And the law shouldn't come after us, since it is Nothing Day." He thought for a moment. "... If I were a diabolical kidnapper, where would I hide...?" |
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"They might not come after us today, but tomorrow, all bets are off. Of course, we could get a head start...wait, what am I saying? We're not being chased right now anyways." |
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| CATZ | Feb 5 2009, 01:15:45 AM Post #35 |
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"In the Old Bailey Lighthouse, according to the note.......but yeah, I think you guys are right. No one will believe us anyway, we'd just be like those old hobos who walk around wearing signs that say 'THE END IS COMING.' So, I'm gonna be at the Hog's Head bar at eleven PM sharp tomorrow night. At eleven-fifteen, I'm going to the lighthouse. You guys can come with me if you want. Place is creepy, I'd like some company." Tom proceeded to turn and walk away, heading for the Hog's Head bar right now. It was the only place to get alcohol today, and there was still plenty of Nothing Day left to go. |
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| Ursa Major | Feb 5 2009, 01:19:39 AM Post #36 |
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Gaff stared at the younger man as he walked away, then shook his head. He, too, began to leave the group, but not to go drink. No, he went to the Old Bailey Lighthouse. He'd wait here until tomorrow night. As he arrived at the outside of the tower, he shook his head and sat on a bench across the street from the 'haunted' landmark. And if something decided to show itself? Well, his sword wasn't just built to cleave flesh. |
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| Luneth | Feb 5 2009, 01:31:39 AM Post #37 |
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Luneth was pushing the horse faster than horses are designed to go. It was practically foaming at the mouth as Luneth barreled down the (deserted) main road to the capitol. Luneth cared not, however, as he doubted anyone else cared about how much a lack of magic would damage the entire kingdom. All magical creatures would suffer as they lose their main means of attaining food. From the lowliest troll to the mightiest of dragons, the ecosystems depended on magic! The horse was not pleased. Luneth's heels were digging into it's sides to the extent that they had worn the first layer of skin off the horse's sides and were starting to draw blood, which made it run even faster. At this rate, Luneth expected to make the city by midnight, give or take a few hours due to horse mortality. |
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| CATZ | Feb 5 2009, 01:45:46 AM Post #38 |
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The Old Bailey was an exceedingly tall, wide, and just generally large structure. Its walls consisted of simple, grey, unassuming blocks of stone. A few narrow windows were visible at random points on the walls, and there was ofcourse the light nest at the tip-top. That was all there was to the Old Bailey--it was a very simple, very basic structure, built many centuries ago, when man raised buildings with practicality alone in mind, as opposed to the flamboyant and ridiculous architecture seen in more modern constructions. The building's age also lent itself to the development of numerous legends and rumors and tall tales about the place--leave any structure standing long enough, and it always becomes haunted, in the minds of the commoners, atleast. Most street gangs and college fraternities somehow incorporated the lighthouse into their initiation rites, usually requiring that new members spend a night locked inside the lighthouse, alone with just the place's old caretaker and whatever ghosts might decide to show themselves. High noon passed--six o'clock passed--the clocks struck on the hour of eight o'clock, PM, on National Nothing Day. The sun hadn't been seen in an hour, and clouds blanketed the sky. And just as the clocks struck eight, a figure could be seen silhouetted against the gray walls of the lighthouse. The shadow took a step forward, the details of its form concealed by the darkness. Normally the lighthouse would've been shining bright as day, and no one could have hidden their faces within a mile of it, but today was Nothing Day, and today no light shone from the lighthouse's apex. "Hello there," the shadow said, raising a dark finger and pointing it in Gaff's general direction. "What brings you to such a loathesome place on such a day as this?" Edited by CATZ, Feb 5 2009, 01:46:53 AM.
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Remus Remus was reading quietly in his room in the castle, he always enjoyed a good nothing day, gave him plenty of time away from his duties to investigate the wonders of literature, from poetry to technological blueprints, it was all fascinating. But...alas, something wasn't right. In his many years on the earth, besides devolloping a taste for literature, he also develloped somewhat of a attunement with his surroundings,of course,many lycanthropes are said to have senses beyond the range of most other creatures, and while there was little empirical evidence to really support the claim so far, or at least, form what Remus had read, he tended to belive it. And something wasn't right with the dampener. He thought he'd take a leisurely stroll to the Royal Archsage's office and see what exactly was wrong, but upon arriving, nothing was to be found, no arch sage, and more disturbingly, no dampener. Remus did however, smell blood, and sure enough, on further investigation, there were trace amonts of it. There had been a struggle, and someone had covered it up...The dampener was missing, and if whoever did it could bypass it's defenses, they were probably also able to tamper with it. Remus immediately informed the king, after some explanation with the guards about why he was active on Nothing Day. There, the king knew, better this way than by some random mage riding in on a horse. |
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| Ursa Major | Feb 5 2009, 01:55:29 AM Post #40 |
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Gaff's frown grew more pronounced. "My mother told me never to talk to strangers," he said, with a sarcastic bite in his voice. "But it's a good thing she's been dead and buried for decades," he lied. He stood up, fingers on his sword's hilt, but decided to stand where he was. "I came to see Old Bailey age. We've a bet, me and him, on who'll decay first." The acidic tongue hadn't been based out, apparently. He grinned dangerously. "I think I'll beat him, yet." |
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| Luneth | Feb 5 2009, 03:08:58 AM Post #41 |
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"The sword is still not glowing." "Yeah, so?" "I dunno, it's just that Luneth said the enchantments would hold out through Nothing Day before he left to find the Edge Fencer." There was a a pause. "Do you really trust Luneth to do that good a job?" "It's just... it's The Perfect Edge. When Luneth gives something he's done the title of 'Perfect', he means it." "Nothing is perfect get over it." "Keep in mind, it's our best work too." "..." "Teresia, we should start packing. This could be something big." Teresia sighed and got out of bed. "Way to ruin Nothing Day, Gosten." |
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| The Protagonist | Feb 5 2009, 03:17:55 AM Post #42 |
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Andra With Tom and Gaff gone, Andra was left alone with Sho and the strange girl. At least she's awake now...Carefully lifting her, he began to walk, then turned back to look at the boy. "I think we should get you back home first...where do you live?" Arya The sun was dropping in the sky, the shadows lengthened, and Arya was just about exhausted. Fortunately, she was near the city. Originally, she planned to spend all of Nothing Day travelling, but she made better time than she expected. Suddenly, she stopped. She raised her face to the wind and inhaled deeply through her nose. There's kin in the city...at least one... Edited by The Protagonist, Feb 6 2009, 01:31:36 AM.
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| CATZ | Feb 5 2009, 03:34:07 AM Post #43 |
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"How quaint." The shadow took another step forward.......and another, and another, now walking steadily towards Gaff. "But I assure you, there will be no need for that blade. You may remove your fingers from it now." As the shadow came closer, its features became more visible and defined. The shadow kept walking until it was standing about one foot away from Gaff's face, at which point it was obvious that this shady figure was, in fact, Mior. "I suppose you saw it too? I cannot imagine any other reason that an old bear would be standing around out here on Nothing Day." |
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| Ursa Major | Feb 5 2009, 03:39:48 AM Post #44 |
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His frown remained. "I don't know what you're talkin' about," he said, still on edge. "I'm just takin' a walk on a cool evenin', that's all." Who was this man, who blended so easily with the walls he could choose to be one if he so wanted? The man's eyes... Gaff nearly shuddered, not that it would've been noticed in the encroaching darkness and the pure bulk of his armor. But... He'd seen eyes like that, in the past. Dark eyes for dark souls, or somethin' like that. He couldn't remember the saying his grandfather had, but he decided it'd be best to not take this man's appearance lightly. Still, he took his hand off the hilt of his sword, almost subconciously, letting it hang, the well-oiled metal sleeve noiseless as it fell. |
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"I can find my way home myself! I've known 'xactly where I live since I was 5!" A cheerful smile flitted across his face as he made his proud declaration; the expression, however, rapidly crumpled into a scowl soon after. " . . . I can't believe they left. Witness[es] are supposed to stick together! So we can all go into the box together and talk and listen to the people say 'Objeckshun'. Now Nanny won't believe a word I say; better not tell her at all." With the capricious nature of youth, Sho followed this up by once again beaming brightly at Andra. "You'd better go on and help her! If she's gonna be the only girl Witness[es], she'll need a knight, see? And you and Mr. Baseball Bat are the only ones who can do that, but Mr. Baseball Bat seems keen on Princess. So it's gotta be you." Having made this highly inappropriate comment (yet somehow sweet, nonetheless), Sho tilted his head, clapped his hands together once, and skipped off down the street. He was a bit unreal, in a way. |
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An old building lay at the end of the city. Adorned on the outside with vines and ancient statues, it wasn't hard to tell that this place was an important, yet ancient place. Engraved lightly in the eroded face of the walls was the word "BANK", and alongside that was a spot of graffiti complemented with a smear of dried blood. The bank was a wonderful place, not only because it held the entire country's worth of currency, but also because it doubled as an execution grounds. It made things go much quicker and efficiently-- after all, with your head on the line, you aren't really at the liberty to rant about how that guy totally overcharged you an extra cent. (Fifty-Nine Ninety-Nine my ass! It's Sixty, yew damn ingrate!) It also served as a great motivator for the employees as well-- always cheery, happy, and willing to do everything and anything you asked, given it could be done in a timely manner. There were no clocks timing the customer-employee interaction, but you could always tell when your turn was over-- that creepy rush down your spine that says, "hey, let's vamoose". Never did an employee fall asleep, for the hourly executions were much entertainment. Whenever one's cranium would get beheaded, there was always a grand show, occasionally with food, music, and festivities. (the festivities used to occur all the time, but that lead to a very inefficient working atmosphere, not to mention the sharp spike in the amount of executions) Not surprisingly, the bank was impeccably clean. Spotless, without a speck of blood, gum, or dust. The patrons and the employees made sure to clean after themselves, as not to pay the necessary fee for their civil duties. The insides of the bank were much more ornate, fancy, and modern than the outside. Rather than neglect it, they actively coddled it. Completely unneeded ornaments were strewn across the place, like glass chandeliers, disco balls, and a flying machine. Tubes snaked across the ceiling, serving no purpose whatsoever, except for confusing the plumbers when they would try to find which pipe was the leaky one. The entire place reeked of a hamster aquarium fused with a Rube Goldberg apparatus, then glued together with rocket science and a razor blade. Of course, the most predominate piece of the interior was the execution grounds. To say the guillotine was shiny was a gross understatement-- such comments would have you meet face to face with it. It was massive and intimidating-- after all, parts of the device served as supports for the bank itself. The blade was highly adjustable-- whether you wanted one person or fifty, the edge would accommodate your needs and find just the right size. The reflective shininess of the blade itself was almost reassuring-- as its whistled down to behead the victims below, the whistling it made in the air was completely soothing and relaxing, telling the soon-to-be-headless that it was going to be alright. Not surprisingly, the people watching found it quite soothing as well. It is here, in this bank, that the story commences, in its own little way. Dwarfguy entered the bank, intent on making a withdrawal. He had spent the majority of his money on seemingly nothing, and losing some due to thieves and loose pockets. But that didn't matter right now-- for Dwarfguy had something good coming. He approached the teller and merely grunted. He'd interacted with his particular teller before, and it was never a pleasant experience, even in a drunken stupor. The only reason this guy kept his job was because he had no neck, and thus, the normal means of execution were ruled out. The teller droned in the most robotic, monotonic, and muddy voice ever to cross mortal ears, inquiring Dwarfguy of what he wanted today. Dwarfguy grunted, sniffed, then drank from his flask. An evermost subtle way to say, "Hello, good sir. I would like to view the current status of the assets and investments that I have placed under the care of this establishment." Before the man could answer, he had a heart attack and was immediately replaced by another teller. Dwarfguy decided it was best to get out of here as fast as he could, if only to avoid the threat of instantaneous, unexplained death. Out came a clipboard listing numerous numbers and figures, along with a tic-tac-toe game locked in the eternal torture of cat's game. Well, this was a good a sign as any other, wasn't it? Dwarfguy grunted, a clear indicator that he wanted to cash in his earnings and immediately reap the benefits. When asked how much he wanted to withdraw, Dwarfguy downed his flask-- all of it, of course! The teller nodded and began waddling away to the storage vaults in the back. The dial on the vault creaked painfully as the teller inputted the right combination. After a minute or two of fiddling, the vault opened with a rush of air, like an opening of a soda can. A rush of objects began immediately streaming out of the vaults, piles and piles of things stacked on top of other things. There were shovels, lanterns, vials, rope, barrels, keys, booze, tents, sleeping bags, pots, pans, matches, herbs, shields, helmets, swords, axes, lances, bowling pins, sunglasses, fedoras, boots, spoons, forks, knives, soap, brushes, combs, hammers, nails, wrenches, staves, books, rings, shiny gems, torches, towels, toothpaste, lockpicks, and just about everything else a traveler could ever want or need. It was more than Dwarfguy needed any way. He grunted in distaste. The teller just shrugged quizzically and pointed at the numbers. Closer examination revealed something completely and utterly surprising, and even moreso stupid. For on that paper were zeros. But not your everyday, "I'm nothing" zeros. No! These were placeholder zeros for the tens, hundreds, thousands, millions, billions, trillions! The accounting who had been working on Dwarfguy's case had accidentally spilled his Spaghetti-O's all over the papers, causing Dwarfguy's individual orders to turn into full-scale factory warehouse-substitute issue. Now he had every single thing a traveler or group of travelers would like to have while traveling-- and by every single thing, it meant every single things-- for no more would local towns stock higher quality swords and weaponry, no longer would they carry lanterns that lit up dark places. They even lacked simple commodities like healing juice-- excepting, of course, those trashy, throwaway potions. Sucked for them. Dwarfguy grabbed everything (yes, everything) and stuffed it into his Bag of Holding. He then stuffed that into another Bag of Holding, then put that in a paperbag, thus nullifying the effects of weight, but causing a bit of time-space instability. Occasionally one of the objects would fall out of the bag complex and onto the floor-- most time completely invisible unless manually examined, and other times materializing into a treasure chest. Sometimes dropped items would be picked up by the local wildlife-- though why they would do such a thing was any one's guess. In these occasions, the beasts would drop it when killed-- or a treasure chest would fall to the sky after the lot of them were vanquished. Dwarfguy was completely oblivious to this, but even if he did know, he likely wouldn't care. He was going to fulfill his true dwarven calling now-- heading to the closest mountain and digging through it, straight to a bounty of treasure. First stop, The Hot Magma Volcano of Lava Fire. Maybe they had good brew there. Edited by rn7, Feb 5 2009, 04:36:13 AM.
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| CATZ | Feb 5 2009, 10:18:51 PM Post #47 |
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"You're an old man. You've seen a lot in your life, collected all the traditional wisdom that comes with age, I'm sure. So why would you be so stupid as to think that you can lie so easily to someone like me?" Mior ran a hand through his hair, then reached into a pocket and withdrew a small, battered scrap of paper. Several paragraphs were written on it in a fine, spidery script. "I found this on the street a few hours ago. I could sense already that the damper had indeed been altered as described on the note, and thus I assumed that the rest of it must also be true. Including the part about there being Witness[es]. So, will you continue your charade? Or are you willing to actually discuss this with me?" |
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| rn7 | Feb 5 2009, 11:47:03 PM Post #48 |
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The first question he asked when he arrived there was 'why?'. Looking at the massive entrance constructed of granite and with streams of cooled magma drooling down and frozen in place. There was no door-- just the entrance that consisted of that granite structure. Glancing inside, one could see a redish-orange glow, continually pulsating and rumbling, like a heartbeat. Some of the lava that cooled over formed stalactites, and occasionally fumes of heat would snake their way through these teeth. The blackened clouds would rise up and form an ominous cloud, complemented by the roar of the crackling fire echoing in the belly deep within the dungeon. It was not unlike a dragon-- dangerous, fierce, intimidating. Fire-Breathing. And this was just the entrance, for crying out loud. Why go to all this effort? It wasn't like it was a tourist attraction. In fact, the only visitors who came here were the occasional lost traveler and foolhardy treasure hunter. And all those who entered the dragon's maw, not one exited. As he looked down the long throat of the dungeon, he wiped away a layer of sweat, either from the heat, or from nervousness. After all, he was just another guy who fell into the later category-- a man in pursuit of simple riches. He walked into the cave and was subsequently beheaded by a falling boulder. Dwarfguy arrived shortly later and looted the sum of fifty-four coins from the man's corpse. |
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| Hell if I know | Feb 6 2009, 12:25:11 AM Post #49 |
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Remus Having informed the king didn't really do a lot. At least, not yet. Through the rest of Nothing Day, the castle remained quiet and still. Remus was not one to complain about National holidays, even ones that really served no purpouse, but this was simply counter-productive, when you were so determined to abide by it so as not to investigate what is potentially a crisis, it was fairly clearly folly. However, any large disagreement, might result in his eventual imprisonment, and as a lycan, his royal scholar status was always in review. Alas, many people still looked upon him with fear or disgust, perhaps both. Remus couldn't be mad at them, for while he certainly didn't feel like he earned with these people, years ago, he was quite sure that could be considered a small form of penance. Through all this, however, something still left his nose twitching, something was still wrong. The castle was usually a hard place to hold onto a scent, but with today's activity so minimized, Remus could very clearly sense a lone path outside the walls. A very familiar, friendly scent. The princess had left the grounds. Remus cracked a smile. She was always more adventurous than her title allowed, and of course she would use this opportunity to explore without a chaperone. Had she asked, Remus would have happily gone with her, and never reported it, but of course, she wanted to do this o her own, which was all well and good, but among other things, Remus felt the presence of...bretheren in the town. So he decided it might be best to track her down, likely pry a hopeless young man off of her feet, and bring her back, hopefully not through too loud of cries of objection, before she was found out, and really got in trouble. |
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| Luneth | Feb 6 2009, 02:13:13 AM Post #50 |
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This wasn't good. His horse was bursting at the seams, and the seams just happened to be vital to survival. Luneth was pretty sure blood was needed to live, and this horse was losing it fairly profusely from its sides and feet. The rhythmic gallop of the horses hooves was changing into more of a sporadic burst every once in a while, since the horse was missing the ground. This was probably not good news for his arrival time. Suddenly, one of the horses legs broke off. Luneth was fairly sure that shouldn't be happening. |
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