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| TheZamboniKnight | 20 May 2009, 17:25 Post #1 |
The companion cube could kick Chuck Norris' ass.
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With the sun beating down on her back, Margaret Therese Santiago set her chargers with the loving care of a mother. In a way she was. She had created them, given them purpose, and soon enough she’d give them life. It just so happened that life was in the form of a flame and their purpose was exploding. Margaret was formerly an explosives expert. She’d been out of work for three years, ever since she’d accidentally jumped through a rift and ended up in a world that hadn’t yet discovered the uses of sulfur, charcoal, and potassium nitrate. In her own world scientists had warned people that entering these rifts and altering a world’s ‘evolutionary timeline’ could result in devastating consequences. They were never specified but Margaret wasn’t a scientist and chose not to risk it. So she continued her work in destructive compounds but was forced to keep it secret. There was an upside to her new home though: magic. She’d been delighted to discover that she could add a little raw power to her mixtures to give them more direction or improve their overall performance. Not only that, but she could set them off without fire. Of course to figure these things out she needed to test them. Mostly she worked in abandoned towns or mines, sometimes finding isolated trees and using those. She bought all of her supplies from separate merchants to ensure no one could piece together what she was doing. Her money was made as a mercenary, mostly taking out whole houses or organizations. Nobody asked how she did it, being one person and rather small of stature, and that was how she liked it. Occasionally she was asked to go after one person in particular. In those cases she would use the heavy battle ax she had acquired. When not in use it hung on her back. It wasn’t a fitting job for a decorated soldier but Margaret was good at it and didn’t mind the work. As far as politics were concerned Margaret was mostly sure the government was some sort of crude democracy, though instead of elections the highest position was inherited. She wasn’t sure how, never having witnessed a change of power, but judging from appearances it had no rhyme or reason. The country was unstable and there were often small battles between opposing lords or clans. Blood feuds were common and the borders were constantly changing. On a day to day basis it wasn’t so bad. There were many different religions, all worshipping the same group of gods in different ways. They at least got along with each other. Scholars were few and far between, making accurate histories impossible to get unless you were in one of the great thinking centers, of which there were two. Margaret was close to one but had never been bothered to check it out. She thought about this as she worked, busily laying out her newest experiment with magically-influenced mines. One of these days she should go to the city and find out just what the government was and why the country was on the brink of implosion. There was time enough for that at another time. She quickly exited the building, one of many low abandoned huts on the far side of the city. The whole section was decaying and there was talk of redoing it; perfect for her to sneak in and test her latest creation. The explosives were made and positioned to that they would explode inward, taking out supporting posts and walls with minimum fire, smoke, and outside damage. She looked around before scurrying behind a crumbling stone wall across the street. Covering her ears with an old set of protective earmuffs and kissing a penny for luck she closed her eyes, concentrating on the copper in her hands. It helped her focus her mind as she reached out to her creations, triggering the power in them to set off the chargers. It was loud. She could hear it dimly through the insulated plastic around her. Nothing had ever been loud enough to do that before. Margaret smiled with excitement and looked over the wall. The house still stood but dust and smoke floated out through windows and cracks in the siding. It swayed in place as she took off her ear wear, groaning and creaking before finally collapsing in on itself. None of the surrounding buildings were damaged. Margaret jumped up, grinning hugely and laughing. “Success!” She squealed, quickly gathering her things and walking back toward the main area of the city. No doubt there would be people coming to investigate the noise soon enough. That was something she would have to work on… maybe she should use less next time… ((Alright, I've set the stage. Please keep in mind that any kind of character you want is acceptable, and anything you want to add to the mythology or politics of the world is too.  ))
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| Wildcard | 21 May 2009, 00:21 Post #2 |
The veil is thin.... I'm coming through!
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In a bustling metropolis in some dimension, IDK was wandering through a market shoplifting whatever he could. He wasn't particularly sneaky about it, but whenever he got spotted, he'd simply slip into the crowd without resistance and seem to vanish like a ghost. In truth, he changed his appearance every time. It wasn't a hard thing for the Planeswalker to do; infact, he'd long forgotten what he originally looked like, his name or where he was from. The items he stole weren't important and they were absorbed into his body's mass each time he changed as he broke them down into atoms, restructured them and used what he wanted, discarding the rest in a gaseous form so fine no-one noticed it. "You there! Stop!" Shouted a voice, but IDK ignored it. A strong hand slapped down on his left shoulder, the grip so firm he thought it might squeeze right through him. IDK dropped down, his shoulder slipping free of the grip as if made of water and he spun in his crouch, shoving at the uniformed man who'd attempted to apprehend him. The man went sailing back, knocking over a handful of people. "Sorcerer! Witch! After him!" Shouted the man's partner, drawing a long, thin device from a holster on her thigh. She pointed it at IDK and the device emitted a bright blue beam, which IDK 'limboed' under to avoid. The beam trapped an innocent shopkeeper in a blue bubble which suspended him off the ground. IDK came upright with a force that defied his slight frame and he leapt into the air. He began running over the crowd, using heads and shoulders as stepping stones, much to the suffering of their owners as he was not as light as he appeared. Deciding that he'd had enough of this plane, he leapt and vanished in a swirl of green and purple. --- IDK appeared in a new plane with a loud bang, He'd never made a noise leaving or entering a plane before. He didn't get time to consider the phenomena (Which he had not, in truth, been involved in) as the building he'd appeared in swayed as if drunk, then collapsed onto him. "Skr! Shfesebh neh ftha!" He grumbled as the building collapsed. Heck, he didn't even remember what language that was. Once everything had stopped imploding on top of him, he generated some raw energy and unleashed it in a semi-sphere of kinetic force, blasting the rubble away into the air and the surrounding buildings. In the cloud of brown dust, which rippled with heat and crackled with the odd arc of electricity, stood IDK. He was a short, pale green creature in a navy robe, devoid of hair and with three large black eyes arranged in a triangle on his face. Edited by Wildcard, 22 May 2009, 15:14.
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26 May 2009, 02:35 Post #3 |
1,667 words a day, 1,667 words a day....
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Lupa was lying on a pile of straw, contentedly scratching behind her ear as she slept. As she slumbered, she made little growling and barking noises, feet kicking slightly as she ran in her sleep. Her face twitched into a grin. Wherever her mind was, it was apparently drawing near to its quarry. Outside, a pair of farmers bearing pitchforks inched nearer to the door. The older of the two, a gray-haired man with a thick face which boded an even thicker intellect, glanced through the dirty little window again. All he could see was a head of fine dark hair just barely peeking over the hay pile. He turned to his friend. They nodded solemnly at each other, gave each other a businesslike firm handshake, and together shoved the door open with their pitchforks extended. Then the stopped, and identical looks of disappointment covered their faces and their pitchforks slumped to point at the floor. "It's jus' a girl!" one of them said irritably. When the two men had come in, Lupa's eyes had snapped open, and she had gotten warily to her feet. She stayed about half bent over, head down a bit and her shoulders raised defensively. Her lip curled upward in a snarl, and her eyes were narrowed. "Whoa, easy there lady," the other man said, raising his hands defensively. "We're not gonna hurt you, we thought there was a wolf in here... should'a seen the job it did to our chickens." he gave a nervous laugh. "Uh, Milt," the man's partner said in a shaky voice, pointing an even shakier finger at Lupa, "sh-she's g-got a..." his mouth seemed to have gone dry. "a..." "She's got a what, George?" Milt said impatiently. "A nose? Yeah, I can see that. A pair of pants? What, man!" "T-t-t-" the tenacious George tried again, eyes wide with terror and skin steadily whitening. Lupa's eyes flicked from one to the other, as well as to all available exits in the room. "Temper? That's hardly fair, you don't even know the gel!" Milt interjected once again. "How do you know she's got a temper?" "N-no," George said, still pointing. Lupa lost her patience, and rolled her eyes. She lept forward and bore the men to the ground. Both were too shocked to move. She grabbed the pitchforks and hurled them at the wall. One stuck, one bounced. She cursed mentally. "Tail, stupid." she growled, "I've got a tail." and she dashed out the door. She was on the other side of the rather small pasture before the inevitable scream split the air- "WOLF! WOLF!" She growled, and shook her head. She vaulted over the fence and sped off across the countryside. She only hoped they weren't smart enough to try to cut her off. They hadn't made much of an impression, but she'd come to observe that though people could look like total idiots, it was often because they'd taken their allotment of intelligence and just invested it in one area- and in that area, they were very good. Farmers tended to invest in growing and catching "pests" like half-wolves, which was what she was. She sniffed the air as she thundered over the ground, trying to detect any humans up ahead. She smelled them closing in on her, and changed her course. The path ahead smelled clear. Encouraged, she bounded ahead. After a few minutes, she saw a small abandoned town ahead. Her ears perked up. Lots of old buildings, the ground too hard for tracks, and from the smell of things, the farmers hadn't thought to get dogs... With a grin, she ran toward the largest building.... ...but then it exploded. Lupa's eyes widened, and she flattened herself against the ground. She yelped and whimpered and covered her ears. She looked up at the building, expecting flying timber and nails- but nothing came. Still holding her ears, she got unsteadily to her feet. All of the bang had gone.... in.... But that didn't mean the building couldn't still fall over on her. As she bolted away from it, she stiffened as her nostrils dilated. Mostly the air was full of the smell of burning wood and dust, but there was a trace of human there too... She ducked behind a building. She released her ears. She was sure the worst was over. She heard a woman exclaim delightedly, and then begin to walk away with a spring in her step. Lupa sniffed again. She could smell the group of humans that had been pursuing her. The stench of fear rolled off them, and their scent was quickly retreating. They must have gotten close and then taken off when they heard the explosion... Lupa couldn't blame them. But she was happy they were gone. She sniffed the air, trying to determine whether or not there were more of these explosives around. She couldn't smell any. And the person who appeared to have set them had just left, so she doubted there was any lingering danger. Before she could step forward, someone stepped out of the wreckage. Lupa's tail tucked quick and hard between her legs as she backed off in a terrified submissive position. "I yield, I yield!" she whimpered. "Please don't hurt me! Please just let me run away, I won't do you any harm!" she whined, like a cub caught being naughty and being growled at by the Alpha male. |
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| Wildcard | 26 May 2009, 15:25 Post #4 |
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The veil is thin.... I'm coming through!
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IDK turned at the sound of a high voice and looked at its owner. His brain scrolled through a library of languages automatically, searching for the phonetic sounds of the words used, the order they were placed in and the accents and emphasis on each. As his brain did this, his three eyes scanned the appearance of the speaker. They blinked one at a time, always leaving him with two eyes open as he studied the person. The language clicked. It was known by many names but it was, oddly, spoken on the majority of planes IDK had been to. He used the sense of smell and visible and audible cues to decipher that the person was a young female of her species and seemed expectant to be in an inferior role. What happened next was truly a marvel of both magic and technology. Analyzing the structure of the girl, IDK mentally constructed a dominant, imposing male version. His flesh became incredibly elastic as his muscle mass grew, his bones elongated, altered shape, new ones grew and some dissolved. His central eye was retracted and dissolved as his skull changed appropriately. He grew short, spiky blond hair on his head and stubble on his lower face and neck. He had sprouted a tail from his tailbone which was covered in a smooth, slightly shaggy blond fur. When he was finished, he was a 6'3" tall, powerfully built young man in his early thirties by looks with ice-blue eyes, perfect white teeth and prominant canines. Clothed in creme linen trousers, a matching short-sleeve linen shirt with leather jerkin and a friendly grin, he stood before the girl. "I won't hurt you. You have no reason to fear me," He said, his voice deep and smooth and most pleasant. Edited by Wildcard, 26 May 2009, 15:26.
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| TheZamboniKnight | 26 May 2009, 20:06 Post #5 |
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The companion cube could kick Chuck Norris' ass.
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When the voices came from behind her, instead of ahead, Margaret stopped. That was odd. The only thing besides the edges of the old town behind her was an expanse of forest; if anyone came, it should be from the opposite direction. Unless there was someone else in the city with her. She turned around to find the source of the noise. Standing (or, in the woman's case cowering) in front of her most recent masterpiece were two people. Margaret frowned, tapping her foot as she thought. She was certain this place was desserted. She lived in one of the houses that was still in good shape, and in fact had been for the past week. During that time she had checked and rechecked every possible hidey-hole. Aside from animals and dens where she was relatively certain outlaws had hidden there wasn't any life in the place. Logically then they must have just gotten there. Of course she hadn't missed them, she was just too well-trained and practiced for that to happen. Margaret focused on them, sizing them up quietly, considering her options. Confrontation or flight? She wasn't a coward but simply leaving them would be the safest thing to do. They were only two people though... she could take them if need be. Plus, it'd give her an opportunity to gauge their reactions to her creation. Well-rehearsed story in mind she followed through, running in a flailing sort of way over to them to stop, panting, a few feet away. Her lightly curling auburn hair fell in dissarray around her shoulders and in front of her reddish hazel eyes. It was almost always a mess and her brief run only exaggerated this. "Did you- guys hear that- that big noise?" She said, huffing and puffing as if she had run miles rather than yards. Her face was a mask of innocent curiousity, fear, and surprise. Three years could do wonders to ones acting skills. |
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27 May 2009, 00:34 Post #6 |
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1,667 words a day, 1,667 words a day....
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The male of unknown species before her studied her for a few moments. Maybe he didn't understand me, Lupa thought with a tinge of fear. She wasn't new to meeting new types of people- meeting humans had been a horrible enough shock. Why, they didn't even have tails! The first question she could remember asking her father was how a passing human had had its tail torn off. Then he'd explained to her how half-wolves were the children of the full wolves and humans. Half-wolves couldn't change form between wolf and human shape the way full wolves could, they simply retained some characteristics of both. Full wolves hated half-wolves because they considered them to be blood traitors, and humans hated half-wolves because they ate their chickens. But then they hated full wolves for that reason too. Suddenly, the figure before her began to change before her eyes. She took a step back, whimpering. She didn't know what this person was, and he was frightening her. When he finished transforming, he had taken on the form of a half-wolf. He smiled reassuringly at her. "I won't hurt you. You have no reason to fear me," he said to her. Lupa straightened up a bit. His posture wasn't threatening, and she couldn't smell any hostility. She could smell that he wasn't what he looked like, but he seemed nice enough. She straightened up the rest of the way, and her tail flicked nervously back to its original position. She considered him for a few moments. Footsteps filled the air. Lupa turned her head sharply to see a human female running toward them. Lupa immediately tensed. Her tail flattened against the back of her legs- she didn't want the human to recognize her for what she was. She could tell as the woman stopped that she didn't mean them any harm, but that could easily change should she see Lupa's tail. A human knowing what she was and being in a position to catch her- in that case, the best she could hope for was to be burned at the local stake. "Did you- guys hear that- that big noise?" the woman asked, out of breath. Lupa looked her up and down, nostrils flaring gently. "Yes," she said simply. "Don't know what happened." She decided that she'd better not say anything else. Humans had a strange way of knowing things. |
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| Wildcard | 27 May 2009, 11:14 Post #7 |
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The veil is thin.... I'm coming through!
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The young female before IDK said nothing in response to his metamorphosis or claim of peace, but her posture became less cowled, suggesting she believed his words. Then another female, this one more distinctly- Well, they had many names but the one that came to mind now was 'human'. "Yes, I was- near by. That building imploded. Collapsed in on itself. the supports must have been rotten," IDK half-lied. "This- place is very quiet. Is it abandoned?" He asked as he looked around at the dusty, barren streets and worn buildings. |
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| TheZamboniKnight | 28 May 2009, 01:23 Post #8 |
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The companion cube could kick Chuck Norris' ass.
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Their answers weren't very detailed. She would have to be careful about how she got more information though, so she followed along with the topic change. "For the most part, I think. I was just passing through because it's easier and faster than going around when that noise went off. I've never heard anything like it," Margaret said. She was slowly 'catching' her breath; once she had went from pannting to normal breathing too quickly and had almost gotten arrested. She didn't want a repeat. "I wouldn't be surprised if thieves or the like used this place though," she added, brushing hair back from her face. This revealed the patchwork of bandages wound around her fingers and hands, filthy almost to a one. There was a newer one on her pinky that was starkly contrasted with the other, once-white strips of cloth. Most of them covered small burns and cuts while some were just there to prevent them in tender places. "So what brings you two through here? Shortcut 'cross the country?" She asked, hooking her thumbs on her belt. |
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30 May 2009, 20:26 Post #9 |
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1,667 words a day, 1,667 words a day....
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Yes, I was- near by. That building imploded. Collapsed in on itself. the supports must have been rotten," The other half-wolf said. Lupa cocked her head at him slightly. But there was fire... she thought, but then mentally slapped herself for being so dense. He didn't want to get blamed for it, and neither did she. "This- place is very quiet. Is it abandoned?" The other half-wolf said casually. "For the most part, I think. I was just passing through because it's easier and faster than going around when that noise went off. I've never heard anything like it," the woman said. "I wouldn't be surprised if thieves or the like used this place though," she added. She raised a hand to brush her hair back. The hand was heavily bandaged. Lupa stared at it until the woman spoke again. "So what brings you two through here? Shortcut 'cross the country?" "You could say that," Lupa said with an ironic smile. "I was-" she caught herself, "taking a walk, and this building just collapsed near me. And then I saw him, and then you came along." She paused to look down at the woman's hands again. "Looks like you've had a rough time of it somewhere. What happened to your hands, if you don't mind telling?" |
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| Wildcard | 2 Jun 2009, 11:26 Post #10 |
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The veil is thin.... I'm coming through!
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"I too was just passing through. I'm not from this area, so I'm looking for a city or town to stay for a few days. I saw this- place and thought I was in luck. When I heard the- sound of this building falling in, I came to see if someone was here. I guess I'm in luck after all," IDK said to explain away his presence here. The young woman he had based his current form on asked the second woman about her hands and IDK decided it was a good idea to let her change the subject. Perhaps she too had arrived here under unusual or illegal circumstances and wished to direct the conversation away from the possible discovery of such a thing. |
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I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. - JOB, Chapter 30, verses 29-30 Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz. | |
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| TheZamboniKnight | 2 Jun 2009, 14:03 Post #11 |
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The companion cube could kick Chuck Norris' ass.
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Margaret glanced down and shrugged. "I work with my hands a lot," she explained. "They just get knicked a bit, it's nothing serious." She wiggled her fingers from their place on her belt and grinned. Internally she was wondering how to get the conversation bacl to the explosion. There wasn't any obvious way to do so subtly, but maybe if she offered to take them through the area, as they both seemed not to know it, there would be an oppertunity... "Say, I know this area pretty good. I could help you guys get where you're going." She kept the friendly smile on her face as she waited for a reply. |
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| Quixium56 | 5 Jun 2009, 16:55 Post #12 |
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He’d been walking for days, days he’d been walking – and it was getting tiring, tiring it was getting. Achilles lifted up his feet and rubbed his ankle, stupid ankle, it was always giving him cramp, and ever since he was 6, he hadn’t noticed there was a large red ‘marks-the-spot’ there – I mean, he used to know, but when common sense kicked in, he just considered it normal The desert was long, and hot, and sandy; and the sand was getting into his sandals – and whether or not they were called sandals for this purpose, Achilles didn’t particularly care – cause they kept his feet cool and that’s all he was bothered about. That and the hope at which his beard wasn’t tore off in the ensnaring sandstorm that had just begun around him “Damn!” He excluded, stroking his beard and making no attempt wasn’t so ever to look surprised at the big large tear in space in front of him; it was strangely circular in nature, he wondered what the area was. Hmmm... Pi R squared right?. He extracted a metre ruler from his robes, and preceeded to measure it, before it pulled him through using some unnatural force. He concluded it must be gravity, and thus Achilles rightly invented Gravity before Issac Newton. He fell into a field, no longer in a swelteringly hot, pure white desert – he was now surrounded by greenery. He stood up and dusted himself off, and looked around at all the barely around him; he seemed to be in one large formation – one that people from an era too far into the future would probably call a crop circle. “This shit is whack!” he interjected. He figured anyone around may have witnessed a blinding flash and someone falling out of the sky, but he shrugged and continued to admire the formation of pure circular orgasmic geometry. |
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6 Jun 2009, 02:23 Post #13 |
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"I work with my hands a lot," she explained. "They just get knicked a bit, it's nothing serious." the woman said, looking down at her hands and grinning. "Say, I know this area pretty good. I could help you guys get where you're going." she said with a kindly smile. Lupa considered that for a moment. The longer she stayed with this woman, the longer she risked being identified for what she was. But then, the people chasing her would probably be back soon with reinforcements, so staying here certainly wouldn't be wise. With the woman leading, she could easily walk behind. Which in turn meant that she could keep her tail hidden and have the freedom to bolt as she pleased. Having decided, she nodded. "Thank you, that would be-" but she broke off suddenly. Her tail stiffened, her nostrils dilated, and her ears strained. She'd heard something... like the footsteps of about a dozen very angry farmers. Their unique stench of pigs and chickens and goats and such hung heavily in the air, and grew stronger by the moment. She sniffed again, and her terror deepened. They had brought fire. And two tracking dogs. She whimpered. "Run," she moaned, and took off through the trees running as fast as she possibly could. She could hear their shouts behind her. The dogs bayed ferociously behind her. These farmers were too smart. This might just be her last run. From the sound and smell of things, her luck had finally run out. |
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| Wildcard | 8 Jun 2009, 08:06 Post #14 |
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"Hmm, I wonder why they're chasing her. Excuse me," IDK said to the woman as the group of angry farmers ran past with their farming tools and torches and angry cattle-dogs. He broke into a loping run after them, covering the ground in long, fluid strides. He noticed his own hands, the nails thick and slightly curved down. Claws. Clawed. Claude. That would be his name for now, yes. Claude quickly caught up with the farmers. "Pardon me, why are you chasing that girl?" He asked casually, showing no sign that the run might be taking his breath. "She's naw girl. She's eh wolf en' she's been ettin' or checkens!" "Ah. She must have been hungry." "Naw excuse! Her kind go'a be eck -esk, kelled!" "Have you tried talking to them?" "Tawkin? TAWKIN!? Now yew lissen-" The man barked, then finally looked at Claude. Pointed ears. Tail. Claws. "Oh shi! Baws, issa notta one!" The man shouted and tried to change direction to run away from Claude without taking his eyes off him, but ended up falling over in a rather comical way. The others stopped, struggling to pull the dogs in and turned to face Claude. "I suppose we can't talk this out?" "Ge' 'em!" Shouted the man who was busy scurrying away on his backside. The dogs were loosed from their handlers but a single bark from Claude stopped them. They eyed him warily. He barked twice more swiftly and they barked back in unison. The farmers watched the scene in disbelief as he spoke to the dogs in their own language. Then they sat and ignored the orders to attack him. "Foin. We'll do it ourselves," Grumbled one of the farmers, readying his pitchfork. As the group moved in on Claude, he barked, then flicked his hands out before him. There was a dazzling flash of light and in the moments of their blindness, the farmers were attacked with hand, foot knee and elbow. They ended up in a bruised, groaning pile from which Claude barked a thankyou to the dogs before giving chase to the girl in the hopes of finding her. |
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I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. - JOB, Chapter 30, verses 29-30 Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz. | |
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| TheZamboniKnight | 8 Jun 2009, 13:30 Post #15 |
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The companion cube could kick Chuck Norris' ass.
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"Not at all," Margaret muttered as the man walked away. She had noticed, when the other ran, that she curiously had a tail. The explosives expert would have run after her but now the man had confronted the farmers and she very much wanted to see the outcome of that situation. He had a tail too. Stranger and stranger. It didn't bother her though. Having come here through a magic hole in the fabric of the universe there wasn't much that surprised her any more. Tails, scales, wings, claws, whatever. She found it rather odd that a society that openly excepted magic would discriminate against people with obviously magical oddities (after all, genetics told her that it didn't happen simply with cross-breeding), but the whole country was backwards in most ways. Margaret's attention was brought back to the real world when the dogs began to bark. She reached over her shoulder for the handle of her ax as she observed the brief scuffle. The man certainly knew how to dispatch his enemies that's for sure. She had just turned to follow him when she noticed a flash of light- a familiar flash of light. Damn it, she'd know that anywhere. That was one of those random portals opening up. Close too. She unhooked her ax and carried it loosely over her shoulder should she need it, trotting in the direction the light had been in. It was in the same general area the other two had run off in as well, so if there was nothing interesting to be seen she could always follow the people with the tails. Her run came to a halt when she reached the edge of a field. She could see a man standing there with a ruler in his hand, admiring the large circle of crushed barley his entrance had made. She herself had landed in a pond and blown away a rather confused gaggle of geese. "Hey!" She called, waving her ax-free hand in the air. |
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| Quixium56 | 9 Jun 2009, 19:03 Post #16 |
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“Jumping Giblets!” He cried out loud, before closing his mouth and concluding in his own head: It’s one of those womanfolk! Achilles dropped his ruler and one and a half heartedly pulled himself away from the magnificent circles underfoot to look at this woman. She was not dressed as womenfolk should, nor was she greeting him in the normal way, this was very odd; then again, so was this place he had landed in – was it all a mirage? Deserts don’t usually turn into fields in a flash of light… do they? Achilles waded through the Barley towards her, having picked his ruler back up and tucking it into his belt – after all, he might find something else round to measure later! – and took approximately 46 seconds to meet the edge; that’s if the concept of time still stood in this strange place. “Top of the mornin’ to ya Womanfolk,” he proudly proclaimed, giving a small courteous bow of his head – she was carrying an ax, and he wondered whether impoliteness would see it being implanted within him, “T’was fine day to be shure” He looked past her to a group of people in the background, there seemed to be a small kerfuffle going on, what a strange world indeed. “I am Achilles, but you can call me Pear tree if you wish; but no worries, I don’t have any partridges in me hair, I checked I did.” |
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"A Lion On His Side, Was It The Lying Or His Pride That Brought Him Down?"
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| TheZamboniKnight | 11 Jun 2009, 18:09 Post #17 |
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The companion cube could kick Chuck Norris' ass.
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Margaret blinked. The world was crazy, but contrary to popular belief the people were mostly normal. This man however... "Hey," she said, mimicing his bow with one of her own. "My name's Margaret. Saw you fall from the sky and I was just wondering where ya came from." She ignored the crazy parts of his speech. Maybe it was a temporary side effect from falling through space. She'd had some doozies when she came through. |
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I love life But life has a boyfriend READ. COMMENT. OH HAI LOOKIT THAT! Bless my soul I'm out to destroy them | |
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Monsoon_Dancer
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12 Jun 2009, 01:31 Post #18 |
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1,667 words a day, 1,667 words a day....
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Lupa heard the footsteps fade behind her. Uncertainty filled her and she slowed down. She smelled the air. Their scents weren't coming any nearer, and from what she could hear, they were just talking. Against her better instinct, she snuck through the trees to where she could just barely see the farmers to find out what was going on. She'd never before heard the old cliche "curiosity killed the cat," but even if she had, it would likely have made no difference. She had much natural curiosity, and it often got her into trouble. What she saw was well worth the risk, in her opinion. The half-wolf she'd met earlier was talking to the farmers. Her stomach seized up with fear for his sake. What is he doing? she wondered frantically. Her jaw dropped at the ensuing events. He tames dogs? And what was that flash? Magic? The half-wolf gave a bark to the dogs, and took off running in her general direction. His eyes combed the woods ahead of him. He didn't have far to run. Lupa darted out in front of him within fifty feet. She stopped, staring at him in awe. "How- how did you do that?" she asked in amazement. |
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| Wildcard | 13 Jun 2009, 15:16 Post #19 |
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The veil is thin.... I'm coming through!
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Claude halted quickly when the wolf-girl leapt out in front of him. She asked him how he'd done 'that'. "To one question, several answers. I suppose you want them all? I speak 'Arf', their language. They're very reasonable if you give them a bit of respect. Dogs, I mean. The flash of light, well that was Nanomachines. Tiny little-" Would she know what machines were? What robots were? "Machines. They let me do lots of things. The martial art was just something else I know. I think that was all. Anything else?" |
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I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. - JOB, Chapter 30, verses 29-30 Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz. | |
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Monsoon_Dancer
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18 Jun 2009, 17:59 Post #20 |
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1,667 words a day, 1,667 words a day....
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"To one question, several answers. I suppose you want them all? I speak 'Arf', their language. They're very reasonable if you give them a bit of respect. Dogs, I mean. The flash of light, well that was Nanomachines. Tiny little-" Would she know what machines were? What robots were? "Machines. They let me do lots of things. The martial art was just something else I know. I think that was all. Anything else?" Lupa listened with a blank stare, then realized that he was finished. "I guess that covers it." she said. Further probing, she figured, would result in even weirder stuff than the previous. She regarded him for a while. "I guess we haven't actually been introduced yet. My name is Lupa." She didn't hold out her hand. Handshakes were a custom among humans, but generally distrusted among half-wolves. |
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| Wildcard | 2 Jul 2009, 02:45 Post #21 |
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The veil is thin.... I'm coming through!
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"I am now 'Claude'. If you don't mind, I'd like to accompany you for a while. It seems you may need protection and I would like something to do while I am- in the area," Claude replied to Lupa, also not offering a hand to shake. "Should we go and find that woman who offered to help us? She may not be so willing after those farmers chased you but it's worth finding out for sure, right?" |
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I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. - JOB, Chapter 30, verses 29-30 Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz. | |
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