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| Imp of Chaos | Dec 19 2009, 10:32 AM Post #1 |
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The village of Sputnik was an unusual one. For one, they all spoke English with strong British accents, and secondly it was a town that was a street performer’s dream. Every passing townsperson would leave a generous and thankful donation for the street performer’s unique talents, with skilled artists earning more than a well paid government job. It had been a bright and happy town filled with live music, painters, living statues and all manner of other performers. Word had spread over the years about the “Busker town,” and tourists had begun to stream into the small Polish town. Every 5 meters was a new busker doing something, and performing a new trick or song for their audience. Fame had spread in small degrees, but now, after the recent events, the town was quiet. People still walked about for their day to day business, but where once their pants may have bulged with loose change to give away they were flat and empty. A few street performers did their routines half-heartedly, but every few seconds they would look around in case anything untoward was coming for them. A sometimes wistful, sometimes jaunty tune issued forth from a seated old man, who seemed more intent on playing his harmonica than watching his hat, which was upturned to the crowd to catch any coins that may be issued forth from opulent passers by. The rich notes echoed off the brick walls of the small alleyway the man was sitting in. It wasn’t the best position in the city, but he didn’t mind that traffic was slow. The song seemed to flow along with whatever the old man was thinking, and his face contorted at times showing the emotion that was similarly expressed in the tune. Eventually the music came to a stop, and those who had been standing around clapped politely before leaving on other errands. The man quietly waited for them to go, sucking at his false teeth, contemplating whether he should go home or play another song. Glancing into his hat, he decided that he had played enough. He stood carefully, and gathered his paraphernalia together, before trying to step out onto the street. The old man came to a jolting stop, banging his nose against something that felt like a brick wall. One hand raised automatically to clutch at the injured appendage, while the other snuck out to examine what he could only describe as a force field. He patted up and down, before following the wall to see if there was any way to escape. Slowly his explorations revealed that he was trapped in a seemingly solid but invisible cube. A few passers by watched half-heartedly, but they had seen the boxed mime routine a hundred and one times, performed by amateur mimes everyday on a number of corners in the town, and this rendition wasn’t too different. Shocked the man called out for assistance, but it seemed his cries were also contained by the box, and no one so much as batted an eyelid. With a sinking feeling, the man realised the rumours had been true. After a small internal struggle, he sighed and sat down, once more taking out his harmonica and playing, this time to himself, as no one else would hear the music.
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| Nocturne | Dec 19 2009, 10:56 AM Post #2 |
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Nocturne smiled as the wind rushed past. This was his first mission and also a mission he accepted without a partner. At first he wondered how he would get here before Shinigami said that he, much like his son, could summon a vehicle for him if Nocturne didn't have an alternate form of transport. Nocturne of course jumped on the opportunity. Now here he was, flying through the air on a replica of Death the Kid's flying skateboard. When he first joined, Nocturne never would of realised he'll be doing this. Laughing to the wind along with the Sun he sped towards his destination; the village of Sputnik. Not even his first week and he already was loving his job. Seeing Sputnik approaching, Nocturne slowed down the flying skateboard and slowly lower altitude. From the distance, it looked just as he had heard it was with people lining the streets. However as he landed, seeing all the unhappy faces made his opinion change. Had these forcefields affected the town so greatly? Walking towards towards the nearest passerby, he gave a friendly but smaller smile. "Hello, I'm Nocturne. Shibusen sent me to check out the invisible walls which appeared over this town. Is there any major or such who I can talk to?" Nocturne asked, hoping this person knew. |
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Character: Iah "Nocturne" Gardyn Currently at: "It's All Mime" in Sputnik Current Mission: "It's All in the 'Mime'd | |
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| Imp of Chaos | Dec 19 2009, 11:48 AM Post #3 |
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A crowd of people quickly gathered to watch as Iah descended from the sky, all pointing and jumping up to try to touch him in excitement. As soon as he landed they all cheered, jostling him in their attempts to find out how he had performed his trick. The man he had addressed beamed at him, despite the terrible topic of conversation, "Yeah, I can show you to someone who knows what's what around here. He's a major of sorts too..." "A MAJOR PAIN IN THE ASS!" someone called out from the back of the crowd. There was a ripple of amused chuckling. "yeah yeah, everyone's a comedian. I'm talking about myself of course. Anything you want to know, I tell you!" Finally realising that the show was over, most of the people drifted away, apart from a few busy bodies with nothing better to do. On the breeze there drifted a discordant chiming of various buskers, and shouts from performers. There was even a nearby roar as someone lit up their fire stick, and threw it high in the air to start a performance. It was almost as if the entire town was a carnival. If it were not for the anxious or frightened expressions of people that abounded on the street, then it would have had a heady atmosphere of excitement and drama. With a frown of concentration, the man who had appointed himself the 'major' took to telling Iah about the less amusing goings on. "Recently there has been a lot of... trouble. It all started one day when a mime was pushed out of town. He was a real bossy fellow, kept saying he would be the best, the one and the only performer in the town. Well that isn't how we work around here, people have to be friendly, it's a community, see? So after he left in a fume, performers started getting trapped in invisible boxes, and slowly dying of dehydration. They've been hung with invisible ropes, they've been shot with invisible... things. We can't tell really 'cos the projectiles are invisible. In any case, there's been a lot of deaths. We all think that mime is behind it, but we can't find him, and we don't know where he went or what he did after he left town." The man stood back and folded his arms, his frown deepening. It was clear that he was being honest, and that he had said everything he knew. |
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| Nocturne | Dec 19 2009, 12:13 PM Post #4 |
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Fresh Meat
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Nocturne chuckled at the joke the person from the back of the crowd along with some of the other people in the crowd. looking around at the people as they left, fear and sadness returned to their faces Nocturne thought that this was one of the forms of Chaos which isn't so obvious. 'Such a waste. They were once so great performers, famous to even my village. What could have done this?' Nocturne thought, a slight frown appearing on his face. When the man started talking about the mime, Nocturne's eyebrow rised. Once the man had finished, Nocturne said, "So a mime spoke out? That's a first," in a joking tone "Well, bad news, good news time. The bad news is since mimes don't usually have that power I'll guess it's a Kishin Egg. Good news is since mimes form things in front of them the guy can't be that far away. This mission's gonna be a piece of cake!" Nocturne said, smile returning to his face. "Don't worry major, if all goes well this mime is gonna vanish for good this time," Nocturne said before standing back on the Deathboard. |
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Character: Iah "Nocturne" Gardyn Currently at: "It's All Mime" in Sputnik Current Mission: "It's All in the 'Mime'd | |
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| Imp of Chaos | Dec 20 2009, 03:01 AM Post #5 |
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"Yeah he spoke out... Cos that guy talks with his fists if you catch my drift." The strange man shrugged before leaving Nocturne to his task. There were a number of pressing meetings he had to attend, for apart from being a 'major' pain in the ass, he was in fact the Mayor figure of the town. From a side alley, two eyes glared jealously at Iah, before slipping back into the darkness. The mime had been around that day to collect the innocent souls of those who had died by his machinations, and now it was time to deal with the Shibusen punk. He had heard every word of what had been said, and in his head had begun to concoct a scheme. Miming the action of climbing a ladder, the pre-kishin actually started to move upwards as the actions bestowed ladder like attributes onto reality. First he wanted to make the mayor pay. Someone had invited Shibusen, and like as not it was that interfering man. Sneakily, the mime made his way by rooftop to the Mayor's office. Inside the office the official 'major' pain in the ass, was taking a phone call. Maliciously the pre-kishin mimed throwing a rock into the window, and dutifully the window smashed inwards, giving him an entry point. Leaping inside, The mime performed an impression of someone with a lasso, and threw the end over the mayor, ensnaring him. Tying him to the chair, the mime then finished the job, using invisible mime scissors to cut the phone line, and creating an invisible mime box around the stricken man. Patting the box, satisfied, the mime climbed back out the window, and with a brief bow and round of applause for himself jumped out, miming a parachute that drifted him safely to the ground. Now it was time to find that kid. Soon enough the mime pre-kishin would kill each and every last performer. ----------------- There were a large number of mimes in the city, fat, thin, poor, rich, talented, and untalented. Each one looked suspicious, and since the attacks had begun every mime was avoided. It was a bad time for that particular group of performers, and at the time a meeting was being held in regards on what should be done about the threat to their livelihood. In the group there were even a few of the 'living statue' type performers, who were commonly bundled into the same category as mime, and so (to a lesser extent) were also suffering from bad press. In front of the crowd, there was a man who was miming an invigorating speech, and the crowd was miming cheering (and booing) and some were miming that they were on a horse, although they seemed to be eccentric at best. The man concluded his silent speech and everyone mimed polite clapping, nodding their approval (except the living statues because they were still as .... statues). It was clear that on their own, the mimes of the city were not able to gather together as a group without assistance from someone who was actually willing to speak (out loud) but they were trying their best.
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| Nocturne | Dec 20 2009, 03:46 AM Post #6 |
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Nocturne nodded before rising slowly to a hover, leviating just above the ground. Then turning in the opposite direction of the mayor he went upwards to get a better viewpoint of the village. He felt a cool breeze floating past as he rised, closing his eyes and smiling. The cooling wind made him relax and washed the images of the sad and frightened faces out of his mind. Grinning, he thought of what the town would be like after he succeeded. Performers smiling and laughing as they performed their various tricks. He said to himself to come here again after his mission. He'll be a hero! Opening his eyes and seeing he was at a reasonable height he stopped floating upwards and closed his eyes for a moment to listen to the sounds. He frowned. It was too quiet. If it was this quiet at Death City he would do something to make it not so quiet, usually involving him being chased. Reminding himself that it'll be louder when he had defeated the Mime, he opend his eyes and looked downwards and started scanning the village for any suspicous looking mimes. A few minutes later when he noticed the gathering of mimes he sweatdropped. 'I don't know if that made my mission easier or harder. I only wanted one mime, not a group of them," Nocturne thought. Deciding that no-one knows a mime better than a mime he slowly descended with the thought of, 'Man, I love this skateboard.' Going back to a hover a few feet above the silent crowd, Nocturne looked over them before calling out to the crowd, "Hey, Mimes! Can you make my job easier? I'm looking for the mime who started all this chaos. Do you have a photo or illustration of him so I can identify him?" |
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Character: Iah "Nocturne" Gardyn Currently at: "It's All Mime" in Sputnik Current Mission: "It's All in the 'Mime'd | |
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| Imp of Chaos | Dec 20 2009, 01:29 PM Post #7 |
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As one, the group of mimes turned to look at Iah. Some mimed holding binoculars, while others mimed telescopes and spyglasses. As the boy descended they looked curiously at one another making large shrugging gestures, and confused faces. The living statues didn't move. "Hey, Mimes! Can you make my job easier? I'm looking for the mime who started all this chaos. Do you have a photo or illustration of him so I can identify him?" Several of the mimes helpfully mimed painting, or drawing or taking pictures, and each was eager to hand their artwork over to Iah, despite the fact that they were in fact holding a big fat 'zero' when it came to actual clues. A few of them refused to give him the imaginary depiction of the mime, making gestures that suggested they wanted imaginary money for it (or perhaps real money, it would have been difficult to tell). Eventually one mime stepped forwards, and pointed at himself, making a blank face. He had white greasepaint on, and a few touches on his eyes and mouth to give his face slightly more expression. Next he grabbed the mime next to him, and pointed at the man's face. It was made up in exactly the same fashion as his own. They were both wearing black pants, and shoes, and a black and white striped long sleeve shirt with a red scarf around their neck. Next he grabbed a third mime, who was almost identically dressed. The first mime took out a shiny coin, buffing it on his sleeve, and holding it up for Iah to see clearly. Then he put it in his mouth. There was very little variance between the mimes, and the crowded together in a huddle, to hide their faces. Quickly they began to spin around and around, until after a indiscernible number of revolutions they stopped and faced Iah. All of them spread their hands out in a questioning gesture, as if to say 'now which one of us is the one with the coin?'. The point was made - every mime in the city looked vaguely alike. A picture of the fellow wouldn't help because face paint could be changed, and most of the mimes could easily be mistaken for one another. Eventually the first mime revealed himself by sticking out his tongue to show off the coin, before making an apologetic gesture, and turning away - the mime 'council' still had a few items remaining on the agenda, amongst which was discovering what items were remaining on the agenda. From nearby there was a 'psssssst' sound. It was a living statue, who amazingly managed to talk without his mouth even twitching. "If you want a picture, not that it'll help, go talk to the artists who do quick sketches for money... They're all over the place, and I'm sure they'll have the goods. If I were you though... I'd think a little harder. Where are all the legitimate mimes at the moment? Here is where... so if there was a mime who was somewhere other then here..." the statue became silent, willing that the boy got his point. |
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| Nocturne | Dec 20 2009, 02:19 PM Post #8 |
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Nocturne watched the mimes paint or draw in the air, a look of disappointment on his face. When the man stepped forward to show him how similar each mime was to eachother, he watched as he slowly realised his mistake. When the mime put the coin in his mouth and they all spun around Nocturne sighed, half because of the realisation that they all were similar and half because he had given up trying to find the first mime. When he heard the 'psst' noise, Nocturne turned his head towards where the sound came from, looking at the living statue. Listening to what the person had said, Nocturne's eyes widened with realisation. "Then the only mime not here has to be the Kishin Egg! Why didn't I think of that? My brain must of stopped working!" Nocturne said as he shook his head in disbelief of the level of his stupidity. He stopped shaking his head and smiled broadly. "Then this mission is going to be a piece of cake! Thanks!" Nocturne said, about to fly off before stopping. Pulling some money out of his pocket, he said, "And this is for saying so clearly without even twitching your mouth. That's amazing," before placing the money in the living statue's hand. Flying upward to a higher height, he began scanning the village again. This time searching for something specific; A mime not with the other group of mimes. Edited by Nocturne, Dec 20 2009, 02:28 PM.
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Character: Iah "Nocturne" Gardyn Currently at: "It's All Mime" in Sputnik Current Mission: "It's All in the 'Mime'd | |
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| Imp of Chaos | Dec 21 2009, 01:53 PM Post #9 |
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Flying around in the sky, Iah was clearly visible to anyone who had the common sense to look up, and the will to hunt down the Shibusen representative. Just as he was searching for the mime, the mime was indeed searching for him. Peering out of an upstairs window the mime primed and readied an invisible gun, brought to life by his mime abilities. It was a sniper riffle and the mime pre-kishin used its 'scope' to catch a view of the Shibusen intruder. There was minimal wind, and soon the lad came cruising into the mime's cross-hairs. With an evil grin, the trigger was pulled and invisible, silent and deadly mime bullets hurtled towards the skateboard using teen. The bullets were intended to wound but not to kill, as the mime wanted to toy with this student before it was killed. Waiting with his head hanging out of the window for a second or two, trying to see if the bullets hit, the mime then ducked back into the building, to take the stairs to the roof. From there he could face the child, or if it turned out that the bullets had missed, he would be able to flee to the other nearby roofs. leaping up stairs two at a time, the mime's grin widened until it seemed his face would crack in two. By the time he reached the top of the stairs, the pre-kishin was slightly pooped, but in anticipation of attack, he pulled out a mimeed hand grenade, pulling the pin with his teeth, he flung open the door to the rooftop, flinging the grenade out onto the roof in case the Shibusen student was waiting for him. |
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| Nocturne | Jan 10 2010, 01:36 PM Post #10 |
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Nocturne smile faultered, having not found the mime yet. Wondering how hard it would be to find a Kishin mime Nocturne felt the first bullet hit him in the arm. Shock registered before the pain as he quickly dived down. Although this prevented some of the bullets from hitting him a few managed to hit him as well, first in the leg, then the shoulder and finally the opposite arm. While the injuries could of been worse the shock of suddenly being shot at had temporarily overwhelmed him. This shock along with the pain of the wound was followed by the terror that he could of died. That terror was followed with the thrill and insane joy of danger. Growing a near insane grin and a strange glow in his eyes, he yelled, "Is that the best you got?!" before shooting towards the roof of the building where he guessed the bullets were fired from. When he reached the top, the mime had kicked down the door. Noticing that the mime hurled something, Nocturne backed away enough to only be winded when the grenade exploded. His grin only growing bigger, he rushed through the area where the grenade exploded, his hand glowing blue and a faint humming noise emiting from it. "Say goodnight!" Nocturne yelled as he rushed at the mime, Sonic Purge ready. Edited by Nocturne, Jan 12 2010, 03:16 AM.
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Character: Iah "Nocturne" Gardyn Currently at: "It's All Mime" in Sputnik Current Mission: "It's All in the 'Mime'd | |
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