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Post by Dr. Jar on May 28, 2013 7:38:14 GMT -8
"I'll come as well, though it may be best if we are as quiet as possible. If it is possible to frighten this thing away, I want a good look at it first." He made to follow the other two around the side, and in a hurry.
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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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Post by DKender on May 28, 2013 11:38:58 GMT -8
"He's in good hands, Anya!" She watched the three leave anxiously, and then regarded Sylvia.[/i] "Gimme that shotgun. I'll need it to protect Caleb, if the monster gets upstairs."
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 28, 2013 15:24:19 GMT -8
((The farm thread is the whole back and side yard area, so that is where the side door thing will lead them))
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 28, 2013 15:26:35 GMT -8
"Do you know how to shoot, girlfriend?" She asks, looking at Molly with a cocked eyebrow. "If you do, you can have it." "Guns can be more dangerous to us than to our enemies if you're inexperienced. You can take my axe instead if you'd prefer. It's meant for chopping doors down." He offers her the handle, seeming remarkably calm. The door rattles again, with the same grinding sound.
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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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Post by DKender on May 28, 2013 16:53:06 GMT -8
She had two functioning arms - how hard could it be? Just point and ...
At the rattle, Molly jolted. Then, she snatched the ax from Breg's hands and scampered upstairs.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 28, 2013 17:58:23 GMT -8
The sound did not follow her upstairs, and after everyone but Sister Sylvia left, an ominous silence fell on the hallway.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 4, 2013 11:37:55 GMT -8
Wolf approached the front door. He was trying not to think about his parents, but the guy at the front door sounded a hell of a lot like his father.
He stood to the side of the door, in case the guy felt like shooting it up to get this Tina gal. He spoke in his most calm and collected voice. It was fairly convincing.[/i] "Hey, calm down, man. There ain't no Tina in here." He reached for his knife, then remembered it was still stuck in the thing on the front lawn. He scowled.[/i]
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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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Post by DKender on Jun 4, 2013 12:52:01 GMT -8
-Asshole[/i]
"Who is this?"
-Second Man's Voice (Potential Asshole?) [/i] "Calm down. You're attracting attention. Friend, we're your neighbors. I'd really appreciate if you let us in."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 4, 2013 13:19:03 GMT -8
"Sirs, who are you, and what do you need from us?" He speaks through a closed door, though gestures to the side of it for the others, in case their new friends decide to send projectiles through the thick hardwood. It was hard, but not that hard. "We may be willing to extend a hand, if we are given the opportunity."
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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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Post by DKender on Jun 4, 2013 14:22:04 GMT -8
-Second Man[/i]
"Two people from our home went missing yesterday. They took something valuable. Mind if we speak inside, where it's safer?"
-Asshole[/i]
"Hey, this is the nun place. Sanctuary! We need sanctuary! They can't say no."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 4, 2013 14:48:58 GMT -8
"You ain't talkin' to the nuns, smartass. It's broad daylight, you can see zombos comin' a mile away. The only danger yer in is tryin' my patience. If you want to come in, you're gonna toss all your weapons over that tall fence on your left there, and we can retrieve them before you leave."
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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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Post by DKender on Jun 4, 2013 16:13:53 GMT -8
-Second Man [/i] "Sure. We'll do that now."
Anyone looking out the window would see two guys move to the fence and prop metal poles against it. One resembles a forty-something Cary Elwes. He wears a wrinkled collared short-sleeved shirt and tan slacks that might have been nice, once, but are currently stained and unraveling at the hems. The other man is young, perhaps mid-twenties. He wears a mish-mash of clothing and has tied a bandana around his lower face. The skin on his exposed arms is sun burned. They confer with each other for a moment, and then the younger man drops a knife next to the pipes.
The strangers return to the front door.
-Cary-alike (Second Man)
"All right?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 4, 2013 16:18:37 GMT -8
Wolf looks to Breg for a final decision. He pulls his holster, stashes the pistol in his jacket pocket, then drops the holster into an umbrella stand near the door.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 4, 2013 16:23:23 GMT -8
"Sirs, there is no such person in here." He makes a gesture, and Sylvia goes to get something that is probably her shotgun, and then retreats into places unseen. Breg looks at Wolf. It's a long, drawn-out look, before opening the door hesitantly. He has no firearm with him, and neither hand is balled into a fist. "You can come into this chamber. What do you need? I did not see anyone yesterday. What was stolen?" He asks them calmly, neither angry or particularly bothered by the turn of events. They should not have let them inside, otherwise, what could they do?
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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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Post by DKender on Jun 5, 2013 13:16:54 GMT -8
The two stepped inside.
-Cary-alike [/i] "Thank you. I'm Arnie, and it's a pleasure. Sorry for the scene Greg caused. Our housemates' departure has been very difficult for him. Well, for all of us, really. They took our only gun and all its ammo, some of the last canned food in the house, and ... a precious family heirloom. As you can imagine, the loss has ..."
He stopped speaking with a surprised, almost comical wide-eyed expression as Greg tried to sprint from the entrance hall into the house proper.
((OOC: I'll make icons for these guys eventually. So! What now, adventurers? If your next action involves physically restraining Mr. Asshole, describe what your character tries to do, and include a d20 roll. If your character has hand-to-hand combat skills of any variety, add +3 to the value.) [/i]
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