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| CarodanTheChomper | May 7 2010, 07:27 PM Post #31 |
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Weanwhile back in the depths of the dungeon Dashiva looked at the two characters who had arrived. Both were large by human standerds one a muscular woman and the other a scrawney man. Just from sight he was able to tell he was no match for them, even if he wasn't drunk. However, the some what act must go one and even though Dashiva was partially still intoxicated he would try to appear even more so. "Well. Hey, there sweet thing. You come here often? I bet you prepare all the guys for their "special occasions" hunh? *snicker* *hic*" Dasiva said stumbleing back and forth before leaning up against the wall. It was humiliating and demeaning however if he was to even have the slightest chance of survival he would have to fight off intoxication and play along with these obviously-not-guests, until an opportunity presented itself for escape or someone came to his aide. Yep he was screwed... |
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Ren Iganu ~ N/A ~ Navigator/Weapons Specialist ~ [url]N/A[/url] ~ Commendations: 0 ~ SD Earned: 16 ~ Beli: 500,000 ~ Location: N/A Dashiva Ryuusei ~ N/A ~ Navigator/Weapons Master ~ [url=insert pirate crew link here]N/A[/url] ~ Bounty: 0 ~ SD Earned: 0 ~ Beli: 500,000 ~ Location: N/A | |
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| JOLS | May 7 2010, 09:34 PM Post #32 |
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Mars almost forgot two things in his rush to calm Vince. Vince tried to give Mars a rundown of a plan, but Mars decided there were more pressing matters at the moment. He sprinted back halfway from his escape, he swiped his chest of things from a dumbfounded assistant, and clutched it under his left arm. With his right arm, his rapier cut a new viewing angle for 'Engagement off Swift Breeze'. The guards had been walking to engage the two, so as not to alarm the guests. At the slashing of the prized possession, they abandoned their caution and ran for their quarry. Mars barely made it in, the guards crashed into the wall and each other when Vince slammed the door shut. Mars had difficulty seeing in the dim light of the mansion's arterial tunnels. After Vince had barricaded the door, he gave a quick run down for a plan to get upstairs. Mars flashed him a wild grin, ecstatic by the sudden destruction of his aim, and the adrenaline of almost getting impaled. "A capital idea!" Mars exclaimed, he still played the part of a noble. Mars about him. There was door opposite the way they came in. It didn't look like one of the servant passages. Mars opened it, it was even darker than the hall they were in, and it just had some chairs and tables about, like the one Vince had found right outside it. The furniture was all covered in drapes, it just looked like a simple storage room. Mars shut the door, and decided to plod on.
Throughout the mansion, including the VIP rooms, there were a series of Den Den Mushis capable of broadcasting instructions. For the party, they were all set to the musicians. They finished the first dance, and started their next. Mars got to the corner of the 'L' shaped hall they were in, and spotted another servant entrance around the corner. A sharp squeak and slam accompanied the opening of the door. The Guards had found their way to the opposite end of the two door hall. They came in one by one, there was only enough space for two abreast. The six of them stood abreast, and moved into formation, the ones behind held their halberds to form a sharp metal wall, well organized with the ones in front. They wore some sort of breast plate, but were otherwise unarmored. Mars took one look at them and ducked back, behind the corner. "S***, dead end. Maybe we can hide in that one room. They'll have trouble getting their weapons through that door, it's too small. We can ambush them." Mars whispered to Vince. Mars ran as silently as he could manage, back to the small storage room. Mars really wasn't about to charge into a wall of pole arms, despite the adrenaline. He had been taught that was dangerous, and didn't really have the combat experience to go into something like that. He wasn't the type to take that kind of risk in combat, unless he were fighting Marines, or the Condotierre. - Dennis received a question he wasn't sure he knew how to answer from Leslie, after they had stepped on to the dance floor. "Well, I believe he needed some more supplies, for the second part of his game. I told him some servants could help him, before the party." Dennis tried as best he could to come up with his lame excuse. His face blanched at Mars' next action. "He-heh-huh-what? Heh." He barely made out, and stopped dancing. The musicians continued to play, the consummate professionals, but the crowd gasped, at Mars' brazen attempt to negate his own bet. "He, um. I guess, he'll uh, prove the, uh painting false, later. Yes errrr, later." Dennis tried to recover. He tried his best to start dancing again, but tripped himself up a little. A man cut through the crowd, towards the pair. He had a both a charismatic, yet grotesque countenance. His dark, sunken eyes, in particular, had the strange ability to create both attraction and repulsion, in equally strong measures. His untrimmed and styled beard suggested a hint of insanity in an otherwise sane package. He wore all black, his brooding outfit stood out among the party goers. "The theatrics at your parties always amuse me." The dark man rolled off his tongue, loud enough to reassure the dancers. His arms spread wide, as if greeting Dennis. The theatrics was a lie, one that most people wouldn't of been able to pull off. The man's charisma sold it perfectly, however. The nobles laughed it off, and congratulated Dennis at his jest. Dennis just took a coy look and smiled off their praise. The dark man came closer to the couple, and leaned against Dennis. The man turned his head down and to the side, Dennis did the same. He whispered some things, inaudible above the music. Dennis nodded, deeply, as if reverent. He then turned his repulsive magnetism off in the bat of an eye, as if it had never just interrupted the host of the ball. He just slinked off, as if he were another butler. "That was my minister." Dennis looked after the odd man, as he walked away. Dennis shook his head for a second, to shake off the man's presence. "I know it's early in the evening, but, I have a present for you." Dennis smiled and looked into Leslie's eyes, as he tried to dance again. "It's a surprise though, close your eyes." Dennis took Leslie's hand in his own, and tried to lead her by the hand. If Leslie peeked through her eyes, he would see Dennis' attempt to lead her to the art hall. - Inside the VIP, the huge woman went to grab Dashiva by the scruff of his neck. "You're going to come quietly!" She demanded, and raised her club as motivation. She brought her arm down, the one that she had tried to grab Dashiva with, and tried to drag him out of the cell. When she left, the skinny man motioned to the wall. She brought him up against it and he patted Dashiva down. They found his Meteor Hammer on him, and tried to take it. Edited by JOLS, May 7 2010, 09:52 PM.
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| Pokefan137 | May 8 2010, 03:00 AM Post #33 |
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Leslie nodded her head at what she thought was a sound explanation from Dennis. She then smiled as the pair continued to dance their spinning dance of joy. Suddenly, mid spin, Dennis stopped causing Leslie to bump into him. She looked up at him, curious as to what had cause the sudden stop in their fun, and followed his eyes to the painting. She gasped before putting her hands to her mouth. The painting had been ruined! How sad. She liked the way it moved like a security Den Den mushi screen. "He, um. I guess, he'll uh, prove the, uh painting false, later. Yes errrr, later." said Dennis, who then tried to start dancing with Leslie again only to fail miserably in the process. He started looking nervous when a moderately creepy looking man walked up beside them. "The theatrics at your parties always amuse me." said the man. Leslie was shocked at first by how charming he was. He didn't really look the charismatic type, but Leslie was sold on him almost immediately. She smiled at the man as everyone start congratulating Dennis on his fun. Leslie briefly wondered why his fun had to include destroying the pretty painting, but she decided it was better not to ask. She knew how some rich men had weird tastes in amusement. As she was thinking these thoughts, she barely noticed that the man had come closer, or that he and her date were whispering. After a moment the two split with some brief formalities, before Dennis turned to her, though his eyes still followed the older man. "That was my minister." he said. Leslie's smile brightened. She loved ministers! They were always so nice, and always trying to help people get closer to God. Leslie briefly brushed her hands passed the silver cross shaped earrings she was wearing. They were her favorite. She wore them almost all the time, especially when she attended big events like these. Dennis shook his head after a moment before turning back to Leslie and taking her hand. The two once again picked up the dance, much to Leslie's delight. "I know it's early in the evening, but, I have a present for you." said Dennis smiling as he looked into her eyes. Leslie squealed inwardly while smiling brightly on the outside. A present? She loved presents! Dennis was such a thoughtful man. She was so happy that he had asked her to the party. "It's a surprise though, close your eyes." said Dennis as he took Leslie's hand in his own. Leslie could hardly contain her excitement. She quickly close her eyes as the rich man began leading her across the dance room floor. “Oooooh, I wonder what kind of surprise it be. Maybe it'll be a new dress, or jewelry, or maybe a new set of tools!” Leslie was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn't even register it when she stepped on an old rich mans foot, causing him to cry out in pain, or when she accidentally knocked over a platter of shrimp puffs that one of the servants had been carrying. She had just stepped on the foot of another rich man, when another elderly gentleman called out to her. “Oh, hello there Ms. Olendzskaia. Lovely evening.” said the gentleman politely. Leslie turned around quickly with a hand raised in greeting. Unfortunately her hand accidentally knocked the wig off an extremely large elderly woman revealing the bald head beneath. “Hello, sir. Lovely evening indeed.” said Leslie before she once again began making her way towards the direction she had been going, eyes still closed. The elderly woman screamed before she began to run away from the scene. Misfortune, however, befell her as she fell forward after tripping over her own feet. As she tumbled, she knocked a thin elderly gentleman off balance causing him to flail backwards. The gentleman's flailing smacked into a servant, who in turn fell backwards onto one of the buffet tables. The servant landed roughly as he smacked into the table sending vibrations quacking through the entire thing, and shaking everything on it. As the vibrations traveled the length of the table, they managed to make their way to a very large ice sculpture. The sculpture began tipping sideways as the vibrations shook it's foundation before suddenly tipping all the way. The sculpture's head slammed down on one end of a tray holding roughly fifteen flaming shishkabobs, all of which were then sent flying towards a twenty five foot long curtain on the other end of the room. The skewers landed in various places along the curtain, eventually setting the entire thing on fire. All the assembled ladies and gentleman gasped and began to panic upon seeing the thing on fire. One elderly gentleman, fearing for what might happen, picked up a bottle of whatever was closest, ran to the fire, and threw the liquid on it in an attempt to douse the flame. Unfortunately for him the liquid that he had chosen to throw was a bottle of very expensive alcohol, which only helped to increase the flame drastically in size. By this time the entire room was filled with panic. People were running everywhere, trying to figure out what to do. Leslie, however, simply continued walking along smiling, too wrapped up in her own thought to notice the the chorus of screams echoing from behind her. |
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| Spirit | May 8 2010, 05:01 PM Post #34 |
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As Mars excitedly explored the hallway, Vincent shook his head several times to get himself rid of the lingering effects of the drug. "That was too close," he thought to himself, "I was almost made into a shish kabob by those guards. It's all thanks to Mars for noticing the door that I'm alive right now." "Aren't you forgetting something?" the voice said accusingly, "He was the one who used the hallucinogenic paint that made you lose your mind." "Fine, fine," Vincent replied, "right now we need to focus on getting out of here." "S***, dead end. Maybe we can hide in that one room. They'll have trouble getting their weapons through that door, it's too small. We can ambush them." Mars whispered to Vincent after he finished exploring and noticing the guards opening the door on the other side of the "L"-shaped hallway. After that Mars silently ran off the storage room he found previously and Vincent followed him, trying to make as little noise as possible as to not alert the guards. The storage room was dimly lit and had draped-covered furniture all over the place. "Looks like the only way out of here is through the second servant door." Vincent said to Mars as he moved a couple of pieces of furniture between himself and the door so as to have better protection against the guards. Vincent then remember that he had one grenade that he brought with him just in case and instantly regretted that he brought only one. "I think that we should let them all filter into the room, then I will throw the grenade to disorient them, and when they are disoriented, we run out of the room and try to find a staircase." Vincent told Mars and added, "By the way, try to be as close to the other side of the room as you can get, cause the grenade has a 2 m effective radius." It was then that Vincent heard the guards in the hallway, trying the door to see if it was open. |
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| JOLS | May 9 2010, 04:22 AM Post #35 |
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Dennis no longer held on to Leslie's hand. He was too shocked at the destruction wrought by his date, to really pay attention to leading her into the VIP room. A few of the guards waiting outside the sealed servant's entrance were the first ones to react in some form of useful capacity. They ran to the burning curtains and tried to pull them off the windows, or stamp out the fire, both with their hooked weapons. The nobles began to flee from the ball room, in a more chaotic fashion than they had danced. The musicians bravely played on in the chaos, they switched to Dennis' favorite song. This only irritated Dennis more, how could they play such a beautiful song, while his party went up in flames? It was a smack in the face! The oddly dressed 'minister' had backtracked, at the commotion. He decided to finish the job Dennis had started, and took Leslie by the hand himself. He calmly led her towards the art hall, and the one of the trap doors, behind the busts.
Meanwhile, Mars looked for a good place to hide, in the room of haunting furniture. The storage room itself was long and narrow, about two meters wide, five deep. Mars stumbled over the ghosts of the room, and got near the back. He found himself a promising table, lifted the cloth, and found himself underneath. He was fairly confident the guards wouldn't be able to see him if he peeked, out from under the cloth. He could see the light that came in from underneath the door, but it was too dark back where he was, for the guards to make him out. When Mars was almost settled, Vince gave him the layout of the wall space's other exit. "Yeah, doesn't look like there is a door at the other side of this room." He peeked out from under his table and whispered to Vince. Vince replied with one of the gadgets he had made, a wondrous item that could take distract the guards. Mars stuck his arm out, and gave a thumbs up from under the table. He wasn't sure there was enough light for Vince to see it. Now the prey just had to be patient enough to ambush the predators. Mars' mind couldn't wander, but could only concentrate on the pondering pace of the guards. He hated times like this, the strange thought process, anticipating something that would take a while to occur, it always drove him insane. The slightest creak or movement would alarm him, his adrenaline struggled to free itself from his prone body. Mars took a deep breath and imagined he was in front of a canvas. He was painting himself, and things he was about to do. The exercise sometimes helped him focus, and plan his actions. "Okay, we should make a break for the entrance the guards came in from, as I imagine there are more guards waiting right outside the entrance we used." Mars whispered a final part of the plan, after he had finished with his mental art. the heavy boot falls of the guards got within earshot. Mars squinted at the closed door, and adjusted the grip on his rapier, it was covered in sweat. He fiddled with it nervously, till he found it in a more confident position. After a few more tense moments, Dennis' security got to the storage door. One of them asked where the two party crashers had gone off to. Another could be heard taking off the chair that had blocked the door. The leader, it seemed, instructed to begin a search of the storage room. The door opened, and a silhouette filled it's space. The shade carefully ducked his halberd under the door frame, and stepped in. He began to stab the furniture around him, three others followed him in. Another had opened the door to the ballroom, and light filtered in to the storage room. The one who had opened the ballroom door decided to help with the fire. The last of the six stood guard, right outside the storage room. He waited there, just in case their quarry managed to get past the three inside. Notes
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| Pokefan137 | May 9 2010, 02:20 PM Post #36 |
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Despite the chaos ensuing around her, Leslie was still too preoccupied thinking about what the surprise could be to actually notice. It wasn't until Dennis's hand left hers that she began trying to look around, despite her eyes being closed. “Dennis?” she asked, trying to feel around for a moment. She was soon relieved though when a hand slide back into hers. She smiled for a moment before she actually noticed the feel of the hand. “Why Dennis, your hands are so clammy and wrinkly all of a sudden. Have you been washing your hands?” Leslie pondered why his hands could have changed so as the pair entered the art gallery. She was just debating whether or not he could have gone swimming in the time that his hand was gone when they neared the door to the VIP room. Unfortunately, since she was both distracted and blind at the moment, she didn't exactly notice the bust to one side of the door, and, consequently, bumped into it. The bust toppled from its pedestal, and promptly shattered on the floor. Right as it hit the floor, Leslie began toppling backwards from the rebound of hitting the object. She flailed for a moment, eyes still closed, as she stumbled backwards, slamming into an extremely large and expensive statue. The statue immediately fell over with her on top of it, and, unfortunately, slammed into the large suit of armor next to it. The suit of armor started to fall, turning slightly as it fell, which led to it's large pointed sword slashing through the expensive looking tapestry that was above its head. The armor toppled into a large pedestal next to it, which fell into yet another statue. This domino effect continued around the entire perimeter of the room, destroying statue after statue, expensive item after item. Eventually the chain ended when when an enormous statue near the other side of the door to the VIP room was hit by a sculpture of a man and woman kissing, and began to fall directly towards the old man who had been leading Leslie. As all this destruction was going on around her, Leslie sat rubbing her head from the fall. She then realized she was on top of something, and immediately shot up, and turned towards it. “Oh, dear, I'm so sorry ma'am. Here, let me help you up.” Leslie bent over and tried to lift the extremely large statue, but to no avail. “This lady is heavy.” she thought to herself as she struggled trying to lift the statue. “Though she does have ,like, reeeeaaaally smooth skin. I wonder what kind of moisturizer she uses. Maybe it's that new Sube Sube skin cream I read about in that one catalog that time. Oh, I also saw that reeaaally cute scarf. It had sequins and this cute little rabbit stiched onto the end and...” Leslie stopped suddenly when she realized that she had stopped trying to help the 'lady' up, instead becoming lost in her own thoughts. She quickly bent back over, and started trying to lift her again. “Sorry.” she said, blushing. |
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| Spirit | May 10 2010, 08:16 AM Post #37 |
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"Yeah, doesn't look like there is a door at the other side of this room." Mars told Vincent as they waited for the guards to come. "Shit," Vincent thought, looks like we might have a fight on our hands." Vincent tensed up as the guards opened the door and began filtering in, one after another. He watched as the three guards walked in and began stabbing at the furniture, apparently trying to find where the two party crashers were. "What did I do to deserve this?" Vincent thought as he readied the grenade. "Well, first you became friends with Mars, who looks like he has a thing or two against the government." the voice replied, "Then you agreed to come to this party, completely unprepared." "That was a rhetorical question," Vincent said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. After waiting for the guards to come in a good distance inside the room, Vincent pulled the pin on the grenade and tossed it over the barrier he was behind, making sure to dash towards the back wall before the grenade exploded. The guards looked down at the grenade as it made a tinkling sound as it rolled towards them. Before they could figure out what it was for, the grenade exploded, sending tear gas everywhere within the 2 meter radius. "Lets go," Vincent told Mars as he got up and ran towards the door, "the gas only lasts a couple of seconds while the effects last about 20 seconds, so we need to get out of here quickly." As Vincent ran out of the room, he did not notice the guard outside the door until the said guard brought down his halberd on top of Vincent. However, Vincent managed to dodge it just in a nick of time, the halberd grazing his head, cutting some of his hair and throwing Vincent off balance and into the wall. "Is this the end?" Vincent thought as he tried to crawl away from the guard in the direction of the second servant entrance. |
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| JOLS | May 10 2010, 01:23 PM Post #38 |
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Mars sprung like a coiled cat from underneath his table, at the aftermath of the blast. He heard Vince mention something about the grenades, but he really wasn't the kind to converse during tense moments of conflict. That, and he had no desire to inhale any of the gas by opening his mouth. Mars had looked into the explosion, and combined with some of the grenade's lingering smoke, he had trouble orienting himself. He just managed to vault over the fallen guards. One of the cupboards had been sent tilting in the commotion, and was given a final pull by Mars. It's fall broke one of the halberds, and rendered two of guards immobile under it. Vince narrowly avoided a swing from one of the guards and Mars decided to use his rapier to give the baddy a quick stab. The blow, however was deflected by the metal breastplate used by the guard. The halberd had just been swung downwards, and the guard hadn't yet raised it back up for another blow. Instead, he attempted to trap Mars between the wall and the halberd's pole. If Mars' foe managed to pull it back towards himself, he would catch Mars in the abdomen. Mars didn't give him the chance, and beaned him in the head with the chest he carried in his other hand. That gave Mars enough breathing space to escape, and he didn't give it another thought. The guard himself decided it would be smarter to free his companions before giving pursuit, and he went over to help them, after Mars made his break for it. Mars managed to see the fire in the ballroom and the many guards in that room that were attempting to put out the fire. He took it as a good sign, but still didn't have much desire to go back into the ball room. He followed the original plan and ran down the hall. Mars got to the other servant's door and swung it open. He found himself in the art gallery. There were only two other people in it, and one of them had their eyes closed. He took it as another good sign and slid behind one of the many elegant statues, in the room. If Mars and Vince could maybe bust out of one of the windows, they might be able to get to one of the stairs, without having to make it through the ballroom. As he pondered his next move, a sudden noise and crash alerted Mars to something dangerous, and he peeked around the side of what looked liked some old warrior god. Evidently, the girl being led had knocked a statue down. No, two statues, wait, four. Wow. It then dawned on Mars that the chain reaction might soon take it's toll on his own hiding place, and he quickly removed himself from the several ton statue. It was rather impressive, it had taken him almost a half hour to destroy one painting, and even then, he had to run away afterward. The destruction wrought upon in the current scene seemed much more akin to an accident than his. Meanwhile, Dennis had taken a moment from the mesmerizing scene of his mansion burning, to look for Leslie. His odd friend had taken the opportunity to lead Leslie himself, towards the trap doors. Dennis got into the room just as the statues began falling. He tackled his religious leader, and narrowly saved him from a certain death. "This sacrifice is beginning to get more irritating by the moment." Velli, the cult leader, mentioned from the floor, with Dennis on top of him. "Maybe 'Him Who Is Not to be Named', may be happy with just the cow." Dennis whispered back, in an attempt to appease his leader, despite having just saved his life. "Yes, maybe we could replace the cow with you, while we're at it, idiot. Now get off me, and open one of the trap doors." Velli instructed in a hush. Dennis got up and did as he was instructed. Velli also got up, and went over to Leslie on her statue. He took his hand and tried to shake her from her reverie. "Leslie, was it? The marines will be here soon, they will be upset that you have destroyed so many priceless artifacts." Velli motioned around the room to the destruction. "We must put you in hiding, look, Dennis has opened a door, escape through there." Velli pointed towards the trap door, with a false hint of concern for Leslie's safety in his voice. Mars had readjusted himself to the terrain, and lay among the ruins. He carefully selected a place that wasn't visible to either Velli and Dennis, or the guards, when they emptied from the servant's tunnel. He watched the scene, but hadn't quite figured out what was going on. Mars had heard the Marines were coming, and that worried him greatly. The closest window was several meters away, and jumping through it would definitely get him noticed. He would have to wait till the guards got to the room, before he tried something so drastic. Or he could just take the escape tunnel that the weird dude had mentioned. Yes, that was the ticket, he just had to wait that Dennis and Velli's eyes were turned to something else. Mars took proactive stance on the distraction front, and grabbed a chunk of statue about as large as his fist, he chucked it off to one side. He motioned towards Vince, to follow his lead. Dennis turned and asked Velli if he had heard the large chunk of marble hit something. Dennis still seemed scared by the rats in his walls. Velli then turned to reassure him, and Mars took the moment to sprint across the gallery, towards the trap door. He slid the final few meters, on the well polished floor, and landed in it with a thud. He was rather disappointed to learn it was not an escape tunnel at all, but a cage. "S**t." Mars muttered to himself. He had borrowed a lock pick from a friend he had made in the pickpocket's alley, and had it in his chest. However, he wasn't sure he would be able to pick it fast enough, for anyone to not notice his presence. 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| CarodanTheChomper | May 10 2010, 08:18 PM Post #39 |
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As he felt the woman frisking him for anything Dashiva winced a bit. He was afraid of the inevitable as she felt his meteor hammer. Curses, he thought he had hidden it so well in his robes that no one could find it. But apparently he couldn't disguise it from anyone who was really searching. He felt he tug on it trying to remove it from his person. They could take his dignity, his alcohol, and throw him in a cell and beat him up, but nobody, nobody, takes his hammer. Slipping the rope slightly off his shoulder the hammer slid into his right hand. If he pulled this off right, and he did, even though she had been trying to remove it it would slip through her fingers and into his palm. Grasping the head of the meteor hammer in his hand he chucked it at his opponent in close range, Rocket Punch! He didn't care how big and tough she was a surprise attack was a surprise attack. Spoiler: click to toggle Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Pokefan137 | May 10 2010, 09:14 PM Post #40 |
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Just as Leslie thought she was making progress, someone grabbed her and shock her. "Leslie, was it? The marines will be here soon, they will be upset that you have destroyed so many priceless artifacts." Velli motioned around the room to the destruction. "We must put you in hiding, look, Dennis has opened a door, escape through there." “Dennis?” asked Leslie as she tried to look around with her eyes still closed. “Dennis, quick, help me! I can't get this lady up and...Wait, what priceless artifacts? Are they part of the surprise?” Leslie put her hand to her chin for a moment in concentration as she tried to figure out what was going on. Anyone looking at her could tell that the wheels in her head were working hard. Eventually, after a full three minutes of pure concentration, Leslie decided that it might be a good idea to open her eyes. She slowly lifted one eyelid, then the other. The first thing she looked down at was the 'lady' she had knocked over. “Hey! You're no lady!” she yelled at the statue pointing accusingly. “And to think, I was going to ask about your skin cream. Well, you can just forget it! I don't even want your statuey skin cream. I bet it leaves a rash anyway.” Leslie angrily turned around and crossed her arms, giving the statue the cold shoulder. She fidgeted for a moment before turning back to the statue with a guilty expression on her face. During the time she had been turned around, a single drop of condensation had accumulation on the statue's eye. “Awww, I'm sorry, statuey. I didn't mean it. I was just angry.” Leslie quickly started tearing up before she bent down and started hugging the statue. “Let's agree never to fight again statuey.” Several tears dripped down Leslie's cheeks during her deep moment with the statue before what the old man had said sunk in. She slowly stood up, and began looking around at the destruction she had accidentally caused. “Oops.” said Leslie blushing. “Did I do that? I am soooo sorry Dennis. Here, maybe I can fix some of it.” Leslie ran over, and quickly started putting piece of one of the broken busts together. After about a minute, she had the thing completely reconstructed. “See.” said Leslie smiling. “Good as new.” Suddenly the bust burst outwards, shattering to pieces once again. Leslie stared at where the reconstructed bust had once been for a full twenty second before turning back to Dennis smiling. “Um, maybe hiding is a good idea.” Leslie quickly hurried over to the hole, and began slowly climbing down. Right before her head went below the end, she stopped to wave at the staute. "By Satuey! See you later!" she then turned her attention back to climbing. “Don't worry, Dennis, I promise I can make it up to you.” “How, I have no idea, but let's leave that tidbit for later.” Leslie continued climbing down the ladder until she reached the bottom. She turned around and noticed that she had company. “Oh, Baron von Richy Fig, what are you doing down here?” Leslie stared at him for a moment before she remembered that he had done. “Ooooooooh, right, you destroyed the painting. Don't worry,” said Leslie going over to pat him on the back. “we all make mistakes. I just accidentally destroyed Dennis's art gallery, but we should both be safe from the marines as long as we wait right here.” Leslie smiled reassuringly at the Baron before looking around her new 'hiding place.' "Oh, look. Dennis put bars around our hiding place so we'd be extra safe. He's so thoughtful." said Leslie smiling. She then looked up at the hole she had entered through. "Thank you Dennis!" |
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| Spirit | May 11 2010, 10:02 AM Post #41 |
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Thanks to Mars distracting the guard long enough, Vincent managed to crawl a few more feet away from the guard before standing up and following Mars to the second servant entrance. It also helped that the guard decided to free his companions instead of giving chase. Vincent chuckled to himself when he looked back and saw the chaos that engulfed the main ballroom. Vincent followed Mars into the art gallery and hid behind a statue next to Mars. He watched in amazement as the statues began to topple over, one after another, as soon as the girl and a couple of men, one of them being Dennis, walked in. When the statue he was behind toppled over, Vincent ducked down behind its stand so he would not be seen. "Damn, why are the Marines showing up?" Vincent thought to himself as he wondered how to get out of this situation. "Cause this house is half-wrecked dumbshit." the voice responded sarcastically. Vincent sighed as he watched Mars toss a piece of a statue to distract the men. Mars motioned to Vincent to follow him as he dashed and slid across the floor and into a trap door. Vincent saw the girl going into the same door as Mars before following them, although not as gracefully, since he was still dazed from going into the wall, tripping on his feet near the trap door and tumbling down into it. After tumbling down the ladder, Vincent fell hard onto his back, although something broke his fall. Looking down, Vincent saw that what broke his fall was the girl that came in before him. "I'm so sorry Miss." Vincent said as he rolled of the girl and stood up. "Here, let me help you," Vincent said, offering her his hand. "Shit, where are we?" he asked Mars as he looked around and noticed bars all around them. |
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| JOLS | May 11 2010, 12:37 PM Post #42 |
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Velli picked his way through the remains of the destruction. He looked down into the cage and lifted up the ladder. "Ah, seems we have a few rats caught in the trap. Here is your gift, Leslie. Make sure to wear it during the ceremony." Velli looked down into the cage, and dropped down a black and red brooch, it was an evil looking thing. He then drew his finger across his neck, as a threat. Mars looked up at him and shook his fists, his face turned red. It was a feeble gesture, Velli simply closed the door on the three, and trapped them in their own solitude. In Mars' anger, he couldn't really deal with a normal conversation with Leslie, as it would mostly likely end in a stream of profanity. In fact, if she hadn't spoken to him, he may not even have noticed her presence. He also really didn't know the answer to Vince's question, so instead of cursing at him, he held his tongue. "Huuurrr!!" Mars vented some form of unspeakable frustration, and struck his fist into the wall, hard. The exhilaration at the chase had not quite worn off, and he didn't immediately feel the pain surge into his hand. It did feel a little weak, however. He brushed off the fact that his hand had contorted into a strange shape. "Ugly f***ing f***ers." Mars muttered some more choice words about the owner of the estate, and whoever that bearded dude was, under his breath. He opened up his chest, and almost blindly fished through his things. His hand settled on his aim, and he took out his pick set. He angrily rushed over to the locked cage door. Mars gave more concentration to the cause of his frustration, than the delicate job of picking a lock. He went about his lock picking in an rather automatic and rushed manner. His arms barely reached it, on the opposite side of the bars. The funny angle, mixed with his unclear mental state, had him fail to set any of the pins inside the lock, which he had poked much too hard. He cursed some more in his Anolian dialect, before he retrieved the needle pick from the lock. "Maldita huevada." Mars got out, this time a little bit more calmly. He still chucked the lock pick set against the wall, though. In his various attempts at destructive thrusts, the needle had bent at various angles. Mars squatted down for a moment, and gathered himself, head in between his hands. A new song began to play through a Den Den Mushi, right outside the cage. Mars could only assume Dennis attempted to get the party started, once again. The plodding rhythm helped Mars settle himself, he got back up, and took a deep breath.
"Okay, we want to get out of here, I'm going to need like, a needle type thing." Mars demonstrated the required shape with his fingers. He thought of things on his person, and took the feather out of his cap. One look at it, and he could tell it wasn't fine, or even sturdy enough. "Preferably made of metal." Mars tossed the feather to one side, his disguise was not quite as necessary as it had been. His eyes had trouble definitely focusing on details, but he looked around in his chest again, there wasn't really anything to be used. He turned his head to his companions. He managed to pick out the distinctive brooch that had been dropped down by Velli. "The Baron is in need of your Brooch, em, Leslie." Mars went over to snatch it, if Leslie had already taken it. Otherwise, he would simply take it from the floor and get to work on the cage, again. Though, even if Mars managed to get the cage door unlocked, they still had the large iron door to deal with, outside the cage. The iron door had a lock that could only be accessed from the outside. - Outside another cell, as the skinnier cultist had already found of the location of the meteor hammer, he had little difficulty in dodging a drunken attack. He simply grabbed it's rope, after it had already swung by his head. He took out a curved dagger from his belt, and went to cut the hammer's rope. "Hmmm, a feisty one, sister." The skinny cultist mentioned, with an amused lilt in his voice. "Yeah, Jones, I'll take care of him." The muscular woman responded. The woman simply lifted her club with her other hand, and went to strike Dashiva along the back of his head. She aimed to strike him unconscious. Cultists
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| Pokefan137 | May 11 2010, 01:44 PM Post #43 |
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Leslie had just shouted her thank you to Dennis when she was slammed to the ground by something falling on her. She lay stunned on the ground for a moment as the man that had fallen on her got off and tried to offer her his hand. “Ow.” she said still not looking up. After a moment of lying there, she eventually took the hand of what appeared to be the Baron's attendant, and got to her feet. “That really hurt you know.” Leslie then looked up upon hearing the old minister's voice. "Ah, seems we have a few rats caught in the trap. Here is your gift, Leslie. Make sure to wear it during the ceremony." Leslie stared for a moment as the red and black brooch fell down the shoot, landing on the ground. “Ceremony?” she asked silently to herself, though the thought was quickly forgotten as she bent down to pick up the brooch. She looked it over for a second, pondering. “Weeeeell, it's not really my style, but it's the thought that counts.” Leslie smiled as she clipped the brooch onto the front of her dress. Suddenly she heard a load thump, and looked up to see the Baron with his fist against the wall in a very unnatural shape. She then watched as he started rampaging about the hiding place, cursing worse than like a drunken sailor. “Baron, you really shouldn't be talking liking that. It's not very nice.” She then watched as he tried picking the lock of the door, and failed horribly before hurling the lock picking kit across the room. "Okay, we want to get out of here, I'm going to need like, a needle type thing." said the Baron as he made strange shapes with his fingers. She watched as he looked at the feather in his hat before throwing it down like everything else."Preferably made of metal." “But why do we want to get out? Dennis was nice enough to let us hide here so we wouldn't get in trouble from the marines. It would be ungrateful to just run away when he's not looking.”She watched the Baron shuffle in his case for a moment before turning to look at her. "The Baron is in need of your Brooch, em, Leslie." he said before he rushed at her, and grabbed the brooch, and, consequently, a very private part of her anatomy. Leslie's eyes widened in shock before narrowing. Her nostrils flared. Her forehead creased in a look of anger at what the Baron had just done. She reeled back her leg as far as it would go before aiming a power packed kick at the not-so-good Baron's private quarters. “Pervert!!!” after throwing the kick, she stepped back, clutching the area the Baron had grabbed for. Leslie reached into her hair, and pulled out three hairpins. She then proceeded to bend and straighten all three of them into the shape that the Baron had indicated before throwing them to him. “Here. You can use these, but the brooch is mine. Dennis gave it to me, and I'm not going to let you get it all benty like you did those needles. Besides, Baron,you should know better than to try and steal a lady's jewelry” Leslie then stuck her tongue out at the Baron before going to stand beside his attendant with her arms crossed over her chest. |
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| Spirit | May 12 2010, 07:41 AM Post #44 |
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“That really hurt you know.” Leslie said as she got up. "Again, I apologize Miss, I really had no idea that you were under the stairs." Vincent said as he apologized and bowed. "Ah, seems we have a few rats caught in the trap. Here is your gift, Leslie. Make sure to wear it during the ceremony." Vincent heard the old man he saw earlier say and throw a brooch into the cage. "Damn," Vincent said as he tried the bars on cage to test their strength, "without the key, I don't think we're getting out." He was startled when Mars hit the wall with his hand and began cursing under his breath as he got out a lock pick and began trying to pick the lock. After a couple of minutes, Mars hurdled the pick, all bent now from the attempts, across the room and cursed again. "Okay, we want to get out of here, I'm going to need like, a needle type thing." Mars said and as he broke the feather from his hat he continued, "Preferably made of metal." Vincent padded down his jacket to make sure he didn't have what Mars wanted. “But why do we want to get out? Dennis was nice enough to let us hide here so we wouldn't get in trouble from the marines. It would be ungrateful to just run away when he's not looking.” he heard the girl say as she looked at Mars who was still rummaging in his bag. "She really is oblivious." Vincent said to himself instead of out loud so he would not insult the girl. "The Baron is in need of your Brooch, em, Leslie." Vincent heard Mars say as he walked over to Leslie and grab the brooch, which were on her upper private part. Vincent watched as Leslie freaked out and chuckled as she kicked Mars between his legs. After calming down, she took out some of her pins and gave them to Mars. After fiddling with the lock some more with the pins, Mars managed to get the door to the cell open. "Feels good to be out of that cage," Vincent said as he stretched and walked over to the iron door. "Shit Mars, this door is locked from the outside." Vincent said as he examined the iron door, "Looks like we're still trapped." OOC
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| CarodanTheChomper | May 12 2010, 02:09 PM Post #45 |
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Dashiva's last ditch effort had failed. He had no chance against the opponents who faced him and every true warrior must accept his defeat when it rears its ugly head, or heads. Dashiva let his arms relax if this was the end atleast he got in one good last drin-... At this point the alcohol finally took its full efect slipping Dashiva into unconciousness. The two cultists now had an unconcious body, the scrawney cultist cut the rope in two with one swipe, sadly, and the muscular lady slammed her club into Dashiva. He was already unconcious so he felt nothing but when he came too he would be in agony. Talk about feeling it in the morning, that is if he survived till morning... Spoiler: click to toggle
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