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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 28, 2015 17:59:02 GMT -8
"Nice to meet you, Vars. Yup, Alex here is the grand poobah and inventor of ballet-parkour. But if you're looking for the actual non-ridioculous parkour, I'm your man."
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Jan 28, 2015 22:54:45 GMT -8
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 29, 2015 0:51:23 GMT -8
Vars- "Oh, Australia! I heard that it's a great place to go enjoy nature. I'm a Californian by birth. I don't come here alone though. My associate Mr. Hali has joined me. We're actually from Madrona. I sure wish I knew what was happening in the rest of the state.. A trip across the city is trip enough!" He spoke in the manner of chill dudebros, and seemed to be relaxed about the situation as a whole.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 29, 2015 18:30:52 GMT -8
"So you're some kinda hippy shaman, Vars? I hope you're not into that reiki shit. My mum used to pay a woman a hundred fucking bucks just to pretend to feel her up."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 29, 2015 22:15:59 GMT -8
Vars- "No, hardly... though I am sure massage-healing works just fine. You know, meditation and massage are very similar..." He zones out a little, as if lost in thought, and then snaps back to the present. "I used to own a wiccan charms shop, and do a little bit of computer engineering on the side."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 29, 2015 23:59:42 GMT -8
The conversing parties continued, oblivious to a lurking presence, yellow eyes glimmering with an intensity born of too many hours plumbing the deepest fathoms of human knowledge, near invisible behind a tower of tin cans atop the refrigerator, mere feet away.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
Posts: 9,204
Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Jan 30, 2015 1:25:43 GMT -8
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 30, 2015 2:12:02 GMT -8
The closest apartment to the kitchen was Micah's, so it weren't no thang, tho lovers in the comm center's shadowy bits found the mood diminished. Meanwhile, Patti's cat was quite far afield of his usual digs, on the top floor of the building across the street from the building he lived on the top floor of. Sinister doings were afoot.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 30, 2015 2:28:21 GMT -8
"So he only sacrifices tofu virgins. You're not a tofu virgin are you, Vars?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 30, 2015 4:40:07 GMT -8
While the humans generally thought of him as a house cat, Donovan was a stalwart defender of his territory, regularly visiting nearby buildings and gathering intelligence form the other cats and a few particularly easily manipulated dogs.
No, this was his neighborhood, and he surveyed his people with mild interest, piqued by the overwhelming scent of a mint plant. Hmmmm... it smelled of the Matted Hair People, those of the Village-by-the-Beast-Under-the-Bridge. It was mildly reminiscent of The Holy Plant, but made Donovan wary, as the Matted Hair People frequently were ruled by large gangs of the Wild Ones, with their oversexed mania and funky mouths.
No... this one could not be trusted. He must be monitored.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 30, 2015 12:34:17 GMT -8
Vars- "They always worked, but now...well...they seem to work better. It's weird because when you cast there's no tingling or sense that stuff is changing but it just...seems to work. Like the fate is tilted in your favor kinda. It's hard to explain. Hard to test too, but we're trying." He ponders. "Hm, I might want to talk to that Nat guy, maybe we can swap notes." Did he really want that? Or did he want to be among his own kind?
"...I'm not made of tofu if that's what you mean. I'm confused."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jan 30, 2015 22:14:49 GMT -8
"Alex knows what I'm talking about..."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 30, 2015 23:54:04 GMT -8
Vars- "I do like tofu though. I think we've been vegetarian, mostly... " Vars decided that talking about adventures-with-mary jane cooking was probably not the best kind of discussion right now. "I heard you guys killed a mummy, and did a bunch of other cool stuff. Or maybe even two, I'm not sure."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 31, 2015 0:14:52 GMT -8
Two mummies - "Seth" in Tukwila and "Shezmu" in Enumclaw. All the PCs ended up missing out on the Enumclaw run for various reasons. Rumors were that a few other mummies had been killed by other people, but info was scant and conflicting. No one knew what was up with Osiris yet, aside from Beau seeing him just one maddening time at the Columbia Tower.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 31, 2015 2:42:23 GMT -8
A slow rhythmic thumping started down the hall, like someone angrily walking with a cane. It was getting closer. It stopped at the Comm Center, out of sight of the kitchen dwellers.Tyrone's Voice- "Uh, hey kid. Y'alright?"
Unfamiliar, Hoarse, Loud, Weird Voice- "HaHaHa... I am greeeaat. I seek King Snake of Seattle!"
Seth's Voice- "The fuck...? You get into the hooch a little too hard, son?"
Unfamiliar Voice- "Ha HA Ha, I like you! I like you betta you gon' take me to da King!"
Seth's Voice - "Umm... the 'King?' I dunno if we've run into any zombie Elvises yet. Elvii?"
Unfamiliar Voice- "Naw, that's fine, that King has sailed. I 'ear tell Snake is da King of dis place. I 'ear right, mon?"
Tyrone- "There's somethin' serrusly wrong wit this boy. Hey, what's your favorite flavor of ice cream, Nat?"
Unfamiliar Voice- "You can talk to your little wizard boy when I done talk to da King!"
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