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|Missing Boat? Haven't the Foggiest|
|Topic Started: Feb 17 2012, 11:20 AM (168 Views)|
|Post #1 Feb 17 2012, 11:20 AM||Ace65|
Lucas G. Specter was struck by a dose of honest-to-goodness inspiration one bright, sunny day for his greatest prank ever.
On Prank Island, it was a common thing to overhear someone proclaim their particular joke as 'the greatest', which will doubtless bring on scores and scores of tales of people recalling what was-in their own opinion- the greatest prank ever. Some of them were hilarious, others fell flat, but everyone could recall at least one.
Specter wanted to change all of that. He wanted a prank so indisputably effective, so hilariously orchestrated, that there would be no room for doubt in anyone's mind that his prank was truly worthy of the moniker 'the greatest'.
The two outsiders who had arrived that morning would prove instrumental to his plot. Or more specifically, the two outsiders' ships...
"I really need to go to the bathroom, man. Where is it?" Nikoli demanded, trying his hard to restrain himself from doing a dance on the spot and failing miserably. The restaurant owner before him drummed his fingers on the wooden counter leisurely, appearing to think hard before answering. Nikoli bit his lip nearly hard enough to draw blood.
"Head down the hall to your left there and then take the first door on your left." The old man pointed with a wrinkled finger, and Nikoli thought he glimpsed an amused gleam in his eyes. The old man was getting his kicks out of watching him suffer!
"Thanks, asshole," Nikoli murmured. It took all his discipline to keep from sprinting as he followed the man's directions, hanging a sharp left at the corner and barreling through the door. Several cooks stared at him blankly as he stepped into the kitchen with a hand on his belt and a shocked expression. The proprietor had directed him into the kitchen. The kicker, of course, was when one of the cooks dumped a handful of pots and pans into the sink and Nikoli flinched, his bladder releasing just enough for everyone in the room to notice.
The wall of laughter that followed him out was near-deafening.
Edited by Ace65, Feb 18 2012, 11:53 AM.
|Post #2 Feb 17 2012, 03:16 PM||Dawn|
OOC: Is the shop connected to a separate building with a restaurant? I'm going to assume so since there is a kitchen. Sorry if I misinterpreted lol.
The scraping sound of metal against metal could be heard as Florian pushed along his cold,grey tray with the food he had spent many a minute selecting, against the railing connected to the salad bar. He unenthusiastically scooped up a dollop of vinaigrette which he lathered atop the crisp, freshly prepared salad he had painstakingly put together. Because the man tended to have little beli to his name, he was forced to go with the cheap salad bar. His apathetic expression, with his golden bangs gently swaying across the dullness that consumed the emotion given off by his eyes, did wonders in detailing how he currently felt. He had heard rumours of this island leaving one with never a dull moment. Though, whether that was good or bad was another thing. So far he had felt that the island was failing to live up to his expectations... That was of course until he returned to his table and began munching on a fork full of lettuce... Which would happen momentarily.
Florian, now done with fixing himself up a salad, quickly made sure that he gathered everything of interest at the bar, and then returned back to his table. The restaurant was in actual fact easy on the eyes, with its elaborate paintings, magnificent indoor fountains, and crystal chandeliers. In the evenings it was remodelled to fit more of a fine dining atmosphere, however, the rest of the day left the eatery providing a rather inexpensive buffet service for the general public. Florian took in the atmosphere, with the soft classical melody of some composure with a name he could never pronounce, and the otherwise luxurious environment laid out before him. While in the process of being awed, he reclined in a large, wooden oak chair that bore artistic markings engraved along the length of it.
He dropped his metallic tray gently on the neatly folded table cloth before grabbing his eating utensils and digging in. Unfortunately, his first bite proved to be rather horrifying. A loud crunch resounded from his maw as a pickled cockroach was bit in half. A mocking snicker came from one of the employee's who had been eyeing him the entire time; more than likely being the one who sabotaged his nicely made salad while he was not looking. To the man's discontent, Florian merely resumed his chewing with a look of superiority in knowing that the prankster would not reap the satisfaction of making Florian freak out. "It will take more than that if you want to get a reaction out of me hehe..." Florian said smirking a little conspicuously. He was not a picky eater after all, and as long as it didn't kill him he'd be perfectly fine. Though, the the laughter grew louder still as he continued to eat the salad, and by Florian's account it seemed as if it grew in number. Unnerved by the jolly banter, he cocked his back towards the employee, and saw that he was just as confused as Florian.
Quite done with his salad by this time, Florian stood up to relinquish himself of his tray and cuttlery. To his dismay, his stomach had not agreed with the cockroach, and as he reached counter where used trays were kept, he unleashed the half digested remnants of his salad on the employee that had tried to pull one over on him. The man let out a shrill scream, before slipping on some of the bile that had dripped to the floor and knocking himself out in the process. "Oh shit... Well in a way I guess you had that coming..." Florian said while wiping away the spittle from his lips. "Well, I'll just leave you here to sleep for now" he told himself aloud as he walked towards the mirth emanating from the hallways nearby.
To his surprise, just within the entry way to the hallway, he saw a rather unamused man storming out from the kitchen. A strong scent of urine infiltrated Florian's nose which made him release another load of salad onto the expensive looking carpet. The smell of his own bile and that of the urine made his own eyes tear. "Oh god this is disgusting... Hey buddy you wouldn't have a handkerchief or something on you? I think I might of got some vomit on my shoes..." Florian asked bitterly. His face was contorted in disgust at his failure to maintain control of his own stomach. From behind he could here the groaning of the employee he had tripped with his own waste just now recooperating and springing back to his feet. "Argggh it was only a joke! You took it way out of proportion by vomitting on me! That's why you had that smug look on your face as you ate my cockroach!"
Edited by Dawn, Feb 17 2012, 03:20 PM.
|Post #3 Feb 18 2012, 12:22 PM||Ace65|
“Oh, what the hell!” Nikoli blurted as the blonde man in front of him doubled over and puked a thin stream of greenish water on the floor. The employee’s bellows behind him were even louder— everyone was way too loud! This was too much. He dug a hand into his back pocket and thrust a balled up napkin at him. A few dinner rolls fell loose from their hiding place and landed in the puddle of filth with a stomach-churning SPLAT. Nikoli had pocketed the rolls before his trip to the bathroom, a trip that had been prompted by…
Sonovabitch. They put something in my drink, didn’t they? Or my food!
“Looks like they gave you the same treatment I got…” Nikoli muttered as he kept a respectful distance from the ill young man. His gaze shifted to that of the restaurant employee, a waiter who was rather dressed down for his part— no black-and-white monkeysuits here, this island’s culture seemed a step removed from what was the norm. Nikoli lunged at him with both hands open, gritting his teeth. “This is all your fault, isn’t it!?”
“Whoop!” The waiter slapped his hands to the side with an uncanny grace and sidestepped him, dancing back out of range in the direction of the door. He seemed ready to flee at the drop of a hat if Nikoli took up the chase. “I don’t know what you’re talking about sir! I had nothing to do with your little…accident.” But his mouth twitched, and Nikoli could tell that he was biting his lip to keep the laughter inside.
“Oh, that is it!” He had left his bag by the table he had left behind in such haste, but he went to it now, withdrawing his wooden baseball bat with a grunt. Ol’ Slugger was tattooed in ink at the end of the club, and it clinked noisily as it bounced off of the other bats in his bag as he took it out. The waiter’s eyes widened briefly, then he blew a simple raspberry, his face scrunching up like a child’s. Nikoli swung the bat like an oversized hammer, screaming obscenities, but the waiter evaded him easily, and the bat crashed onto an empty table with a crash.
“Out! I want you out!” the restaurant owner shrieked, all good humor gone.
“Fine with me! I’m sick of this island anyhow!”
The ships were simple enough things: a kitchen, basic storage, no intriguing customizations, engraving and attachments. Better ships had arrived on Prank Island, and doubtless would in the future. But it wasn’t their quality that interested Lucas. He was an artist, and an artist can be as skilled with a bottle of spraypaint and a brick wall as he could with a blank canvas and paint.
Everything was in position.
“And now,” Lucas whispered to himself, “for my greatest prank: I will make these ships disappear… just like that.”
The explosion could be heard from across the island.
|Post #4 Feb 18 2012, 02:59 PM||Dawn|
The blonde haired man grabbed at the napkins which seemed to flutter in the air, not wishing to be taken hold of. His ring finger grazed the cheap, multi coloured paper, and promptly reeled the napkins in with as much grace as he could muster under such conditions. After all, they were going to be his salvation from a mucked up shoe. "Thanks" he said hastily, not showing his full gratitude. The urine scented man, who had for good reason stayed well enough away from the sickly, vomit machine, had muttered something that seemed inaudible over the racket coming from the kitchen. Boy were those guys having a hoot. He paid them no heed as his hunched over figure tried to make the best out of the mess that would more than likely permanently stain his footwear. As much as he'd like to show those knuckle heads not to mess with his shoes, nor to laugh at him so rudely, the vomit made quick work of his napkins which became nearly transparent with the bodily fluids and muck coating his feet. Seeing no place to dispose of his cleaning utensils he simply flicked them onto the carpet, caring little for the mess left on the restaurant floor.
All the while Florian was cleaning, the employee from earlier was keeping entertained by playing with their other customer. If there was one thing he could understand at the moment it was his fellow -butt end of the joke recipient's- ensuing frustration. His nauseousness was soon fleeting however, and Florian was more then ready to, well... get another salad. They couldn't play the same trick on him twice after all. As the man lumbered towards the Salad Bar, keeping his distance from the rather excited fellow with the bat, the restaurant manager decided to make his appearance for the first time. “Out! I want you out!” At first, Florian kept his head low and continued to dish salad on to his plate thinking that they couldn't possibly kick him out after how horribly treated he had been thus far. Though he felt the other man was justified in trying to hit the damn bugger employee, Florian thought that only he was being kicked out for assault.
"And that goes for you too Blondie! What do you think you're doing making another salad!? Get outta here or you'll find more then a cockroach where you'll be going!" the manager yelled, this time making it quite clear that Florian was just as unwanted. He had to wonder what the manager meant by more then a cockroach, but lacked the desire to continue any further conflict. "Yeah yeah I'll get going. I'm taking this salad with me though" he said rather bemused. "Just get out!" Florian reluctantly tossed aside the salad tongues and carried his plate towards the front door; munching on a leaf of lettuce as he went. On the bright side, this salad was cockroach less. That was probably the best fortune he'd had all day.
Florian stopped at a table near the front entrance and pulled the table cloth off in one swift movement. He had hoped to pull the entire thing off without disrupting the other objects atop the table like he'd seen more "skilled" practitioners of the trick do. Unfortunately the cutlery, plates, and glasses fell the floor making a complete mess. The resounding clash made the manager jump only briefly before his face turned red like a tomatoe. I guess it was all fun and games before these islanders met their own misfortune. The other employee, seemingly unfazed by the previous assault by the man equipped with a baseball bat, began gasping for breath between bursts of laughter. He didn't even attempt to restrain himself before his boss. Looking back at the mess, it was evident that not much could be scavenged seeing as it had all turned to shattered glass.
"Oops..." was all that Florian could manage to say. A few heads popped out from the kitchen to see what all the commotion was. When they saw their boss growing increasingly angry they did the opposite of what would be expected, just like their colleague, and began laughing aloud. Scratching his head a little embaressed, Florian turned towards mr. baseball bat with the table clothe in hand. "Well, I got this for you to wipe off the uh... well clean up your accident" he said waving the table cloth in his hand. Now that he thought about it, what he'd done was probably pretty dumb. This would prove to only aggravate the already steaming man, that if he needed reminding had not so long ago tried to smash in the other employee's face.
"On second thought, I'll just leave this here and head out..."
Edited by Dawn, Feb 18 2012, 03:02 PM.
|Post #5 Feb 19 2012, 06:00 PM||Ace65|
The blonde man exited the restaurant not long after Nikoli heard a good deal of commotion inside-- plates breaking, cups being smashed to pieces, silverware falling to the floor. It seemed his fellow victim knew how to make an exit, which brought a grin to the young pirate's lips. Perhaps more impressive was that he managed to make it look like a prank, not a act of outright malice. He was beating them at their own game!
"Neat trick," he commended the blonde with a nod of his head, the stain on his crotch fading to a sullen shadow. He was going to say more, but the distant boom of a great explosion swept all witty repartee from his mind. On the horizon, a great trail of smoke stained the blue skies like a smudge.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Seconds later, the answer leapt to his mind of its own accord, and he answered his own question. "The docks!" He broke into a stumbling run, the duffel bag bouncing heavily against his shoulder as he did. Before his long, his breath hitched in his throat, and a needle bit into his side, but he pushed through the pain.
The idea of being stranded on this godforsaken island was almost more than he could stand.
By the time he reached the marina, there was nothing left of his ship but a few smoldering remains which smoked on the surface of the water. A short distance away, Nikoli could see another ship which seemed to have shared the fate of his own boat. A crowd was gathering on the edge of the shoreline, whispering and muttering amongst themselves, but one man stood apart from the throng, who seemed to reflecting on the destruction with a contemplative air. He had brown air, long lanky arms and a pair of sunglasses with pink frames. When he heard the pirate's approach, he turned on the spot and gave them a gentle smile- a knowing smile.
|Post #6 Feb 20 2012, 06:31 AM||Dawn|
Florian laughed sullenly not knowing whether the man was being sarcastic or not. That was the least of his worries, though, considering what was to come. A sound explosion that made the smashed cutlery's racket pale in comparison filled his ears and left him with a dreaded feeling. His ears perked up, as much as human ears can perk up, and goose bumps ran down the nape of his neck. For that brief moment it seemed as if time had stopped, not just for him but everyone else within the restaurant's premise. They were all momentarily stunned and propelled into a motionless moment of surprise, or perhaps fear. He couldn't blame them, for all they knew one of their fellow islanders could of taken a prank too far and the other victims, presumably pirates, were ransacking the island for payback.
As his mind snapped back to the present, washing away the blank state his mind had just been in, he turned to see the other man run right past him and out of the restaurant. "Wait! What the hell was that..." he said half hoping that the man would stop to give him all the details. Perhaps he knew just as little as he did, but Florian, not wishing to stay put in the restaurant with the pissed of manager promptly trailed behind the man towards the now looming trail of smoke. From the looks of it, it was definitely an explosion. The man had mentioned something about the docks, and at the thought of the docks a chill ran down his spine as attacking pirates seemed more and more likely. However, Florian was intent on getting to the bottom of this, and decidedly resolved to risk the dangers if the man in-front of him was willing to. He only ever removed his eyes from the trail of smoke to make sure that he was still behind his temporary guide.
The two reached the marina sooner than Florian had expected. What lay before them was, to Florian, both expected and surmountingly astonishing, if not depressing to both of them. Smouldering piles of ash, with the smell of burnt wood emanating from the very essence of the rubble stood before the two young men. "Is... is that my boat?" Florian stammered nervously. His flag ship was a piece of junk... But it was HIS piece of junk! He always thought that his ship couldn't get any more trashed then it already was... Well this proved him wrong. Not to mention there was no way he'd find the funds on Prank Island to get himself a new form of water transport. It only took him a second glance around the docks to confirm that, in fact it was his boat. In fact, out of the entire marina only two ships had been damaged. Everything else remained pristine and untouched. Florian began to give rise to a hunch that something was up. Well, he knew something was up. His boat had gone bye bye. However, was that so unusual on Prank Island? Florian knew that it was no act of angry pirates, nor a mistake that his, and by the look of the man beside him's boat had been destroyed as well.
"Hey buddy, don't you find it odd that only our boats have been blown to smithereens?" he asked inquisitively. His eyes bore down on the very suspicious looking fellow with the pink framed sunglasses. His instincts told him that the flamboyant pink bespectacled individual had something to do with it; but it was unlike Florian to jump to conclusions. Aside from him, there were a number of people beginning to gather. Some talked amongst themselves in hushed murmurs, while others broke out into laughter noticing the two men's rather depressing expressions. "It's you two! I can't believe it hahaha! Marvellous! Those are your guys ships aren't they! Hahahaha hilarious!" a rather plump fellow exclaimed obnoxiously. Florian threw him a glare that stopped his laughter in its tracks; if only for a second before he began hooting even louder.
As if on que, the man with the sunglasses joined in the mirth. "Hey man, that's not cool they just lost their shi... hahahaha!" Florian grimaced at the ever growing laughter. So much for them acting mature. "Laugh it up while you can. I'll..." he looked to his fellow victim before continuing. "WE will get to the bottom of this" he said triumphantly. "Well good luck with that kid, hahahahah!" the fat man retorted. The one with the sunglasses didn't respond back at all, and simply gave a cheeky half grin before submerging himself in the crowd. Florian had a mind to give chase but again, anybody on the island could of done this. In frustration he balled his fists up until his knuckles turned white, and gritted his teeth.
The blonde man tried to formulate some sort of theory on what occurred but his thoughts kept returning to the pink four eyed freak. His eyes gave off a look of both confusion, anger, and resentment for coming to the island in the first place. His moment of self pity was soon ended with the underlying feeling that he had to stick to his resolve to overcome this predicament. "What to do now..." he mused softly. The smoke that drifted up from the still waters began blowing in his direction with the change of wind. It bore into his eyes, agitating them and making him rub them to free himself from the tears.
"Oy look over there! He's crying now! Hahahaha! He misses his boat!" a little bratty kid from the crowd said. "I am not!" Florian shouted defensively. "The smoke just got in my eyes..." he said, knowing that his excuse though true was pretty lame.
Edited by Dawn, Feb 20 2012, 06:39 AM.
|Post #7 Feb 20 2012, 04:19 PM||Ace65|
His mind went through a series of brief but strenuous mental gymnastics as he tried to remember if he had left anything valuable or sentimental on board. There had been his spare clothes, food, water, rathole money, and a single picture of his mother. Nothing of true worth, and yet, it was all he had in the world to call his own. The thought brought on feelings of both grief and rage, equal in strength, rooting him to the spot. His comrade in misery’s words mostly went unnoticed until the jeers from the crowd reached his ears. Then the rage flared up, bolstered by their taunting. These bastards had the nerve to laugh at him! No, worse, they had been the ones who had orchestrated this!
Nikoli wheeled on the spot, nodding to the other man. “We’ll get to the bottom of this, alright,” he began, and then raised his voice to a roar, “And the guy who’s responsible for this is gonna pay, ya hear me?” But the crowd only seemed to find his declarations hilarious, and they continued to chuckle to themselves as they began to disperse, the show clearly over.
“Buck up, man,” Nikoli instructed the blonde man, who may or may not have been on the verge of tears. He hoped he wasn’t. Crying made him uncomfortable. “Name’s Nikoli Brown, the man who’s going to make a name for himself the world over. So long as it’s me, no obstacle in our path is going to last for very long, don’t you worry. That guy in sunglasses is probably the one who did this, I’d bet my bats on it.”
The man in the pink sunglasses, however, was nowhere to be seen. Nikoli thought he had seen him going off towards the north somewhere, back towards the village, but he was a stranger to this place, and his sense of geography couldn’t really be trusted. It looked like the best course of action to take was to ask around and see if anyone knew the man they sought…but the inhabitants’ predilection for pranks and apparent dislike for straight answers was going to make things difficult for them. Still…
“I ain’t worried,” Nikoli said, though whether it was to himself or to the young man at his side, no one could really be sure. If things got really bad, well…there was always a way out, if you knew where to look. Escape was the last thing on his mind, though. Vengeance would come first. “Did you see where that guy with the shades went?”
|Post #8 Feb 20 2012, 05:52 PM||Dawn|
Red blotches appeared under his eyes due to the back of his hands rubbing at them to free himself of any remaining tears. His head bobbed up and down, half heartedly nodding in order to acknowledge his companions words. "Thanks, but I really wasn't crying. I swear." he said reinstating the fact that he was not a softy. Florian kept silent, satisfied in the reassurance that the man in the same predicament as he shared similar feelings on what needed to be done. He tossed aside his longish golden hair and ran his fingers through the tangled mess it had become. He'd have to make a personal note to wash and comb his hair next time he got the chance.
"I wouldn't judge you even if you were worried." he said tossing a side glance, providing his companion with a fleeting smile. His visage then turned rather grave, loosing the positive air it had seconds ago possessed as he continued. "Loosing your own sea vessel isn't something that can be pushed aside so easily. Mine was a piece of junk but that doesn't change the fact that nobody should be messing with it." A sigh escaped his mouth as his gaze turned to the bleak, grey horizon. Rather ominous looking clouds were forming and he did not wish to face the brunt of a storm if he could help it. His spacey behaviour might of given off that he was deep in thought. However, he was really just at a loss of words. Even if they caught the guy what good would come out of it? Sure they could find satisfaction in bruising him till he was black and blue but that wouldn't bring back their ship. After a moment of perpetual silence, Florian resumed his awkwardly prolonged reply. "I'm glad we agree on the fact that the creep with the sunglasses is definitely a prime suspect. Your guess is as good as mine on where he went though. I guess we could start by heading in the direction the crowd went" he suggested, giving off a hint of frustration at the fact that they might very well end up having to search the entire island. To better direct the man, Florian pointed towards the north in the direction the crowd had mainly dispersed to.
Florian was about to lead the way when a group of disgruntled, drunken sea dogs slowly made there way in the two's direction. The blonde took a pre cautious step backwards as he eyed them closely; attempting to ascertain whether they would pose any threat or not. Their attire seemed questionable; he couldn't tell whether they were pirates or islanders. The clothing they wore seemed to be a mismatch of bandana's, eye patches and otherwise generic fisherman jump suits.
However, even for drunks they seemed to be overly loud. "Yeah that handsome fashionable bastard with the sunglasses sure did pull one over on us! If we were braver we would go confront him ourselves. If only he wasn't a black belt in kwondaikupondou! Damn hooligan is hiding out by bridge at the north end of town. All it would take is to follow the road here, it leads right up to it!" one of the drunks exclaimed. Florian furrowed his brow giving off the "What the F--- face". What was with the self wallowing, very informative rant that seemed to be all too convenient considering Florian and his companion's situation.
He hadn't a clue whether or note he should confront them or not, but the chance soon slipped by as they entered another building that ended with the sound of a lock being slipped into place. Whether this was sheer luck or not, that seemed to be their only lead. A bridge at the north end of town. Well, he had his trusty sniper rifle Bastion, so if anything got out of hand he could put it to good use. Looking at the man beside him, he looked like he could hold his own as well. As Florian recalled, he mentioned something about bats before. He wasn't too sure what he meant, but if he had bats in that big bag of his then he'd be able to defend himself.
"What was that all about? Should we listen to what they'd said and head for the bridge...?" Florian asked the man. He'd be happy to go either way, and would not let his desire to exact revenge get the best of him. Whether they went right for the bridge, or took a different route would be fine with him. He just hoped that their destroyed ships weren't going to be the first step in a well planned, elaborate prank. How they combated the prank would be entirely up to them. Florian very much doubted that the islanders would be much help. They'd probably just find amusement at the expense of them.
OOC: I hope it's al right with you if I control the major NPC as well.
The cheeky prankster who had gotten rather full of himself was enjoying a bottle of well earned champagne atop his perch overseeing the bridge. "Those fools will walk right into my trap! It was well worth the coin to hire assistants to lead them this way. Oh boy will they be in for a surprise!" the prankster said cackling over the thought of his two victims demise. Oh wasn't he just the most clever prankster on the island? Well at least he thought so...
Edited by Dawn, Feb 20 2012, 06:00 PM.
|Post #9 Feb 21 2012, 09:29 PM||Ace65|
“It’s a trap, alright. But sometimes,” Nikoli said, his voice taking on what he considered to be a wise, cryptic tone, “One must spring the trap to bring the trapper, that they might become the trapee…yes. Quite.”
With that pearl of wisdom doled out, Nikoli started down the road that the civilians had ‘unwittingly’ directed them towards. Though he’d never admit it to his companion, Nikoli was inwardly puzzling over the conundrum of what he would do to the culprit when they got their hands on him, and what good it would do. Their ships were irrevocably destroyed— it would take good beli to repair it or buy a replacement, good beli he didn’t have.
The Kid supposed that that he could claim their aggressor’s cash as the first step towards the ship recovery fund, but…somehow, that would seem like a defeat in itself. He had stepped into the world of piracy with certain expectations and hopes, and the idea of robbing a lowly prankster with an explosive sense of humor did not fall into either of those categories.
Besides, any ship we could buy from these folks is likely to have a hole in the sails, or a broken rudder or something equally as stupid.
All the same, Nikoli Brown was a man of action. They might not ever get their vengeance, but the idea of finding some other path of action to pursue didn’t occur to him. No one just blows up my boat and gets away with it. The village fell behind them as they walked along the road. It was a sunny day, with clear blue skies— the perfect day for sailing, if one possessed the mean. Before long, a long rope bridge came into view, which seemed to span a wide chasm over a river thirty or forty feet below. On the far side of the bridge, the path disappeared into a leafy thicket. There was no sign of the prankster, or anyone else, in sight.
“Well, that’s just fantastic!” Nikoli cried to no one in particular, raising his arms and then letting them flap uselessly at his sides. He lifted his shades from his eyes, squinting as he peered across the gap for anything suspicious. Nothing but a sea of green and brown greeted him. “That’s what we get for listening to drunken gossip, I guess. What the hell are we supposed to do now?”
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