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| Topic Started: Jul 23 2014, 05:52 AM (685 Views) | |
| Calligrapher | Jul 23 2014, 05:52 AM Post #1 |
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"Wake up." Oami snored. "Wake up." He stirred. "Wake up." This was now getting bothersome. Oami groaned, waving a hand into the air. "Wake up." "Wake up." "Wake up." "Wake up-" "Alright, alright, I'm getting up, I'm getting up," Oami groaned, slowly pushing himself up from the ground. He rubbed his eyes, before looking around at his surroundings. Gentle movements - he wasn't awake enough to move fast yet. "So, did any of you bother figuring out what to do next? We still need money, you know." Of course, Oami was talking to his masks - invisible to all else as they were, to anyone else he would look to be talking to himself; not that he was awake enough to worry about that just yet. His masks could talk with him, that was enough. "We are in the middle of a large and abandoned building in the 'dangerous' part of one of the most dangerous cities in the nation, and you want to make money," one mask grunted. "None of us have the faintest idea on how to even get out of here, much less how to start a Ponzi scheme," another replied. Oami's hand went to his forehead, accompanied by a long and loud sigh. "Alright, alright, let's get out of here then," he muttered. There wasn't much to pack - his blanket that had doubled as his bed, a kit for cooking things, that comic book he'd borrowed yesterday. As he picked up his belongings, the young man felt unusually grim. His conditions at the moment were those of a homeless person, though his clothes were too fine for one. "Okay now, how do we get out of here?" In retrospect, hiding on the ???th floor of a high rise building in the middle of the night as shelter was not the greatest idea. |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Jul 25 2014, 02:53 AM Post #2 |
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Cities that had casinos were shocking to Trevor. The very idea of gambling on an industrial scale boggled his mind. Of course people up north had gambled if betting a few coins on the outcome of tossing some bone dice could be called gambling. The hollow-eyed, raddled people he saw hanging around in Trillium were eye-opening to him. He muttered to himself as he walked along about the madness of the place. Eventually he realized that unless he wanted to stay in some place where his throat might be slit as he slept, he’d probably have to find some place to sleep rough. Eventually he spotted an area that looked like it was largely composed of dilapidated warehouses. It took him the best part of two hours to actually reach it but when he did, he realized that he’d let himself in for a slightly different scenario than he’d expected. True, it was mostly deserted but there was an air of threat in the eyes of the people milling around. The boy felt the reassuring weight of his sword behind him but even still, he’d never actually had to kill anyone with it, except in the mock sense of a training battle. His sword master had told him that sometimes the best warrior is the one who finds another solution to his problem besides slinging a blade. Trevor decided to avoid eye contact but keep his head up and move purposefully as if he had somewhere to be. His attitude was one that broadcast confidence, even when he felt none at all. Thankfully there was an open doorway in one of the warehouses and he darted in. The place seemed rather empty so he began moving in deeper. He figured climbing high enough would take him outside of the range of most of the junkies who wouldn’t have the energy to make it. After climbing innumerable stairs, Trevor was as high as he could possibly get. He began cautiously moving along the corridor to a room at the end. From inside he heard a voice seemingly speaking to someone else, only when he paused in the shadows outside of the door he saw only one person there. There were no obvious signs of anyone else around and despite chatting to himself, the man looked relatively harmless so the boy took a chance. “Uh hello there...I...was hoping to find a place to stay for the night. Would you be bothered if I took up a corner of this room?” |
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| Calligrapher | Jul 26 2014, 07:14 PM Post #3 |
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And...someone else was now here. This was way too odd. Oami couldn't resist. "Of course you can," he responded, with a smile. "The price will be five hundred Jewels a night, but since you're the first person here I'll give you a discount - four hundred fifty it is." He paused only long enough to take in what physical reaction the newcomer might immediately have to his words, before breaking into light laughter. "No, I'm just kidding. Sure, pick whatever place you want to stay in this room; not like it's mine, either." Though, now that there was someone else here, Oami felt a strange urge to take out his cooking gear again. "I'm Monkey, by the way. What's your name? Also, where are the lights in this place?" He had a point. This particular room was lit by nothing more than the light entering through a large window - not much, but enough to reveal that they were quite a long ways above ground level. Thankfully, Oami was somewhat prepared - with his cooking kit and a wooden plank he caught sight of lying around, the young man quickly made a makeshift torch. Now, at least, the two of them could see what each other really looked like. "Wow, you're young," Oami first uttered, without a moment's thought for social etiquette. "Not a kid though. You come here alone? What're you doing around here anyways? I mean, I'm here because I don't wanna pay rent, so-" "Are you forgetting something?" A mask suddenly asked. "Wait, what?" Oami asked, facing the mask on his left. "What am I forgetting?" "Oh my Fiore he forgot already," the mask groaned, while another answered for it. "The light, find the light! A light switch, a light source, a lamp, I don't know what they put in here because I don't know where we are either- find a light!" "Oh, right, a light." Oami looked around; the fact that the newcomer wasn't able to see or hear his masks was not yet in his mind. "Could you look around the walls or something for a more powerful light source? It's not good being in a dark room all day, and to be honest I've been here for a few hours and I still don't know what kind of room we're in." |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Jul 28 2014, 02:54 AM Post #4 |
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When the young man suggested that he pay, Trevor’s eyes went wide and he was about to splutter in outrage but then he jumped in with a laugh and defused the situation. After he identified himself by the very strange moniker of Monkey, he had set the boy at ease. Trevor smiled quickly back. “My name is Trevor. Trevor Purfoil. It is a pleasure to meet you...erm...Monkey.” It was all he could do not to bow, he had to remember that amongst ‘ordinary’ people, it would be seen as a mark of the upper class and he was trying to learn how to behave in much less formal and rarified settings. Instead he just nodded in what he hoped was a friendly fashion and was about to answer when the youth spoke to what apparently was the air. Trev didn’t see anyone else around and this was worrisome. However nothing about Monkey seemed to indicate that he was about to snap and knife him or something so the teen thought he’d chance it. As they started wandering around looking for a light, he answered the other questions posed to him. “Yes I came here alone. I’ve been sent on a journey for several years to learn about the world. I found myself in Trillium and didn’t wish to pay the..er...various sorts of prices that seem required of me to find a room. I thought this would be a likely location where I might find shelter.” As he kept groping around the walls, he asked his own questions. “How about you? What brings you here?” Edited by MoonlitRain012, Jul 28 2014, 03:00 AM.
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| Calligrapher | Jul 29 2014, 11:37 PM Post #5 |
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"Excellent, we've finally found someone as thrifty as ourselves." "That's right, we have," Oami replied to his masks, seemingly talking to himself again. "Trillium isn't really much of a friendly place for people who don't want to lose their money, hm?" He thought aloud, sliding by the wall. The room they were in was fairly big, and it was one of those odd multi-part rooms with turns and corners everywhere, not one of those normal rectangular bedroom-type rooms. It seemed like there was still much (wall) to explore. "I actually got here yesterday, but man is this place crazy," Oami commented. "The innkeepers were trying to charge me crazy prices, the big hotels were so expensive I might as well have just gone to the innkeepers, and I swear I saw a guy get mugged in a dark alleyway...at noon." He fumbled, as his hands hit something on the wall. Feeling it over, he realized that it wasn't a light switch or anything like that - just a painting or something. He moved on. "Was hoping I could find a few odd jobs or something, get some money, move on to the next city - I'm just a wanderer right now, so no big plans or anything." He felt something on the wall - there it was! Light switch! Oami held a hand to it, ready to flick the switch. First, though, he thought of his own safety; gesturing towards one random masks floating around him, the one known as Monkey disabled its invisibility, and it moved over to cover his face - he was masked now. "Follow my face and keep it covered," he whispered to the mask, "And let's hope this guy isn't the stalker that was following me yesterday." Oami flicked the switch upwards, and as he did so the humming of industrial-level power began to be heard. A moment more, and- there it was! Light! |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Jul 30 2014, 06:49 PM Post #6 |
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The flood of light abruptly lit everything in dazzling brightness and the pair realized that the room they were in was far removed from a simple warehouse. There were beautiful works of art on the walls and Trevor realized that this room was far better furnished than the rest of the structure. He turned to Monkey with a raised eyebrow. “This would appear to be some kind of...gallery or private viewing space for someone of distinction. It does appear to be rather more elegant than its humble surroundings. These are fine works of art indeed.” In his upbringing as a noble youth in his tribe, even far up north, the boy had been exposed to lessons about the artists of note in the kingdom and he was quite well aware of the quality of what he was looking at. He turned in a circle and spoke again. “I suspect that perhaps we ought to clear out of here. I get the idea that the sorts of people with money enough to own this art here have earned that money in ways that might indicate a criminal enterprise. There is likely a punishment for trespassing on said people’s space. What do you think?” |
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| Calligrapher | Jul 31 2014, 12:44 AM Post #7 |
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Monkey was now "wearing" a mask of swirled white and red, his eyes shining through the almond-shaped holes, while the nose did indeed give him some sort of monkey-ish appearance. He himself turned to face Trevor, who seemed to be much more aware than he was of their current conditions. "Oh, so we're in an art room," he commented. "Are any of these paintings...valuable?" The other boy had a point. "Well, I don't have a lot of experience dealing with professional criminals, but I can't offer any better explanation than yours, especially in a city like this," he responded, noticing that the paintings weren't the only things in the room - scattered randomly were various stacks of wooden crates, in differing conditions of being opened. The largest of these stacks went to the ceiling of the room, while even the smallest stack had to be at least large enough for him to completely duck behind. "Criminal and punishment are two words that don't go well for anyone else when put together. I second your opinion on getting out of here - but I have no idea how." Oami turned to his right and took a few steps, examining the large glass windows. "Jumping out of these here is outright suicide. We're too high up and there's not even a balcony to catch us." At that very moment, he saw some little disturbance - turning around, it revealed itself to be a tiny light fixed to the center of the ceiling, which was now blinking red. "Hey! That sure looks like a security alarm." |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Aug 1 2014, 06:47 PM Post #8 |
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Trevor found the appearance of his companion shocking but managed to choke back the shock. He had been told to expect strange things out in the wide world and that expectation was proven every time that he encountered someone new. Nothing was really what it seemed at all. He covered his shock with an enthusiastic expression of affirmation to what Monkey had said. “Oh yes! They are most certainly valuable. These artists are quite famous and rare to boot.” While the grey-eyed youth was busy inspecting the art, he began pondering what his new companion was saying. It was clear that they’d just have to try and walk out of… “Really? You think that’s an alarm?! Well we’d better...I don’t know….run? The only disadvantage to that is the attraction of further unwanted attention. I suppose we could try and move cautiously in between places of shelter. I hope perhaps you have a suggestion? I feel rather lacking in confidence now. I don’t relish getting my legs broken.” Now he began thinking more earnestly about what approach might be prudent, earnestly and quickly, as time had abruptly become a factor. Bloody hell he thought this is not good! |
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| Calligrapher | Aug 3 2014, 01:38 AM Post #9 |
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Monkey shrugged. "I can't be certain. It might just be one of those fire hazard detectors, but I'm not cooking anything right now so there's no reason for it to go off." Wow, his companion looked young. "But...you're probably right. Better to be safe and sorry, leave this place while we can." He turned around, took a quick look at the paintings next to him. "You sure these belong to someone? They're definitely not doing anyone any good just hanging here. Wonder how much this one's worth." "Oami, be quiet!" One of his masks suddenly called out, getting his attention. Oami turned to his right, talked straight to the invisible mask. "What? You hear something?" "There were some noises coming from beneath us. You were talking, you missed it," another mask added, circling him slowly. "Noises? Under us?" The masked man turned back to face Trevor. "Did you happen to hear anything? Because I definitely did not, and apparently some of us here have." He really should've explained the situation with the invisible masks, but this was more important. Oami had been alone - or at least, felt like he was alone - ever since he came in up until Trevor entered. If someone else had been in the building the whole time... Speak of the devil, and the rumbling noises of something akin to heavy footsteps suddenly made themselves audible towards everyone in the room. Not good. "I have now officially decided that this city is not one of my favored residences," Oami declared, as he darted off and ran to hide behind a stack of crates, one of the larger ones in the room. Removing the tops off of one of them, the Monkey somehow squeezed himself into a crate, before replacing the lid. "Quickly, hide!" |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Aug 7 2014, 03:10 AM Post #10 |
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In spite of himself, Trevor answered the rhetorical question that Monkey had posed. “That one? That one’s worth somewhere in the neighbourhood of ten chests of gold coins. That’s how we figure money in my tribe anyways. Suffice to say, it is a fortune.” He was admiring the work and quality of the artist when Monkey froze and seemed to be listening to something being said to him that Trevor was unable to hear. Things happened in short order after that. A sense of panic rose in the young man’s chest as they had to hide abruptly. It was inconceivable to him that he’d ever have been in a situation where he’d have to hide like a common thief. However now was not the time to ponder the strange vagaries of fate that life cast on him. Now was the time to hide. There was no way the lanky youth was going to squeeze himself into a crate but there was a useful curtain and Trevor concealed himself behind it, making sure that his boots were hidden as well. It was just in time as a corpulent man in a pinstriped robe entered flanked by two heavily muscle-bound men. He peered around peevishly but after a moment waved his hand dismissively. “It seems like you imbeciles are experiencing auditory hallucinations. Now I want you cretins to move these crates into the cart. All of them. Let’s go!” Unable to do anything, the boy had to remain silent as Monkey’s crate was lifted and carried out of the room. |
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