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Post by Ebony on Jan 1, 2004 6:09:11 GMT
Pts: Magical thread, join on will... In my twisted world, that mean that you can join whenever you want and do whatever you want.
Torch blew into town, his hair was fluttering around his face. Somehow his hair elastic had broken in the process of transfering.
Slowly he rose to his feet. People were walking past him, as if he wasn't there. Reaching into his pocket, he assured himself that he had some money from this demension. He had to have been well prepared for th journey.
Muttering to himself about people and their rudeness, he wandered into one of the inns that surrounded the city. Quickly he picked a table and pretended to be interested in the menu.
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rainlightlyn
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Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 1, 2004 7:11:00 GMT
Okami stood in the shadows of the alleyway. She couldn't understand how humans could live like this. All mashed together. The large grey timber wolf lifted her lips in distaste as many different odors asulted her sense of smell.
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Post by Largo LeGrande on Jan 1, 2004 13:08:25 GMT
A traveller by the name of Braedon Rhade had just disembarked from a ship that had just arrived in port. He stopped at the corner of an alleyway near an inn, and checked how much money he had.
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Post by Kitsun on Jan 1, 2004 16:50:53 GMT
A lady led her horse through the press of the crowd, lip curled in a well-bred sneer at the press of humanity. Although she was well dressed and her horse was slightly better than average, if one looked close, she wore no signet ring of nobility, and her gear carried no coat of arms. Her purse hung from her belt, but no thief with sense bothered her, seeing also the pouches embroidered with three circles of white, red, and black. Murmuring to her horse, she continued on.
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Post by Rimmer on Jan 1, 2004 21:07:45 GMT
OOC: If anyone at this board doesn't like Rimmer yet, you might after this post. Been waiting for an inn thread... n_n
Let's get in-char now: Rimmer sulked along the street, all smirking and purterbated over the state of his proud armor breastplate.
Great. He hadn't even enough skill to merit him a full suit of armor. How depressing... and he felt the necessary urge to blame it all on "someone in particular", a knife fight, and a game of jenkin.
A twinge at the left shoulder reminded him of his more important plight and woke him from his spiraling reverie of depression. His shoulder was bleeding. Badly. Like he had severed an artery. It would get all over his leather pants soon if something wasn't done about it "soon".
But there was a glimmer of life left for Rimmer.
Everyone knows in fantasy land that if you rested your head for any length of time at an inn, you were healed by the blissful sleep in dreams. Some magical property it was that the beds had--all injury faded, bruises were gone, recent scars were healed (as long as you weren't drawn with them on the manual). It could mend bones and cure poisons. You were ready to run a marathon.
But that's what made them all so incredibly popular and so hard to find. Everyone slept here.
Streets lined with inns, happily displaying their cries of "no vacancies".
The signs, they swayed in the wind.
Taunting him.
Rimmer murmured along, bumping into some noble wannabe, Clydesdale and all. He didn't care, the only thing that mattered to him at the moment was whatever he could find to bitch about. It eased the relentless, dull, and newly numbing pain. "Smegging inns. Can't even find one when your arm is about to fall off!"
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Post by Kitsun on Jan 1, 2004 21:16:59 GMT
"Watch where you're going, oaf!" the "noble" snapped. Her eyes flashed dangerously as she pinned Rimmer with a look. "Next time you might run over someone in a worse temper than me." Tossing her red hair over her shoulder, tugging the horse's bridle, she continued on.
OOC: This is a new Dal I'm trying out, so Rimmer doesn't know her.
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Post by Largo LeGrande on Jan 1, 2004 21:46:25 GMT
Braedon registered the small conflict to his side, but didn't look up.
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Post by Ebony on Jan 1, 2004 22:10:43 GMT
Torch was still completely enthralled with the menu, he didn't quite regester what was going on anywhere.
Even the way people dressed, he was really starting to feel out of place.
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Post by Rimmer on Jan 1, 2004 22:21:19 GMT
Rimmer halted just long enough to turn and contemplate giving the lady the finger. He decided against it when the hungry pain of his arm bit again. It felt like it was spreading now, resulting in the most fitting grimace. "You don't even know who I am."
Nice comeback Rimmer. Next time we might want to put too much spice in her tea: she'd be really hurt then.
"Oh whatever," he spat through clenched teeth. "I don't have time for you." He ran into the nearest inn, never minding the proclamation of "no vacancy." Simultaneously, he fished out all the money he could fit in his giant fist as money to persuade him. His paycheck.
"Sir, it's an emergancy. I'll settle for anything you can fetch me." Blood seeped through the hand that was placed there.
"A couch!" he howled. "A pillow! Anything!!"
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Post by Kitsun on Jan 1, 2004 22:26:20 GMT
"I don't know who you are, and quite frankly, I don't give a damn either!" she spat back. Her horse snorted, obviously agitated by his mistress' anger. "Saa..." she muttered grudgingly, rubbing a long-fingered hand along the horse's neck, soothing the beast.
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Post by Inagoahoma on Jan 1, 2004 23:12:21 GMT
Craymens ship came into the port and half of his crew, including Craymen, disenbarked from the ship, leaving the other half to gaurd the ship.
Craymen walked over to the nearest inn and checked how much money he had, he pulled out as much as he could "Umm enough." He said to himself.
Craymen put the money back in his pocket and walked in through the inn door and sat at at a table near a man looking at a menu. Craymen picked up a menu and started searchin through the meals.
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Post by Ebony on Jan 1, 2004 23:24:27 GMT
Torch stared over his menu, at a pirate. A PIRATE?
His mind was still getting used to the new sites. A girl was huffing around outside, and a bleeding man just ran through the door.
Another few men and women were scattered around the tavern, none seemed to be doing anything interesting.
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Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 1, 2004 23:43:29 GMT
Okami watched the inn door, remaining very still. It was lucky for the wolf that the smels coming fromt the alleyway hide her own scent for the horses walking by.
The wolf yawned. Nothing of interest yet. Now I will have to wait until dark to leave. A creature like myself looks very out-of-place here.
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Post by Rimmer on Jan 2, 2004 0:50:31 GMT
Rimmer got up off the couch a few minutes after the innkeeper hastily prepared it for him. He was magically refreshed and ready to go. Some speedy recovery, man.
Stairs, Rimmer congratulated, were no longer a terrific feat. He scaled them with ease, and continued on to exit the inn, board paid for and all. ((If anyone is confused yet, the innkeeper let him have a rest in an appartment upstairs, where all the beds are.)) He walked through the door.
Woah. He halted immediately, where just outside, he came to the wolf with the lost look in his eyes. "You don't look to happy there, lad," he greeted, hands on hips and everything. But he smiled in attempt to not seem too rude or expectant of the scared dickens.
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Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 2, 2004 1:53:50 GMT
Okami looked up at the strange man. <No, I am not happy here. I am becoming bored and this alley smells.> There was good humor in the tone of her "voice".
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