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 Jul 25, 2013 19:58:02 GMT -8
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jul 25, 2013 20:03:50 GMT -8
Suddenly the science thing didn't seem so fucking cool."Are you shitting me, Alex? Other people have been fucking ghost abducted. Gonna take Patti's hair too?"
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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 Jul 25, 2013 20:11:04 GMT -8
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jul 25, 2013 20:22:09 GMT -8
“Oh, I'm fucking sorry. Did our talking get in the way of your fucking shadowing?" Micah began walking at a steady pace with the others. It had nothing to do with that dickweed, they had to get the fuck out anyway. Who knew where more of these creeps were hiding?"...I guess it is just fucking hair, what would you do with it?”
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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 Jul 25, 2013 20:43:44 GMT -8
They continued north, trailed by the BAMF broseph. Only two of their bikes were propped against the telephone pole. Alex took one, put his backpack in the basket, and walked with it."Test one: we incorporate a strand of your hair into Ouija-based summoning. Will it increase the ritual's potency? I SAY YES, SIR! Test two: we try various methods of protective magicking to mute the ghost nip affect. Which works? Which backfires? Et cet er ah. Those are my initial plans." "You know, I just picked on the foreign guy because he's the least threatening of you four."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jul 25, 2013 21:10:58 GMT -8
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jul 25, 2013 23:49:25 GMT -8
Micah was too busy muttering angrily to himself and glaring at the BAMF guy. So he didn't think to concern himself with Alex's plans for his hair. Him? The least threatening? Anna was a shortarse and Richie had pigtails for pete's sake. Anyone who spent five minutes with Alex could see he was way too nice. Yet, it was pick on the fucking foreign guy, maybe it was the accent? Damn you Steve, damn you!
This went on for a good five minutes...
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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 Jul 26, 2013 18:21:47 GMT -8
The five minutes passed like a breeze, since the remaining trip was mostly downhill. As Micah grumbled, Alex gave Richie an earfull."I won't sugar coat things, Rookie. We're at war with evil. Occult evil. Those mummies hurt innocent people, and they'll keep tormenting us until humanity dies. I won't stand for it! We gotta make things peaceful again. So, my uncle always says, 'Don't bring a knife to a gun fight' - in this case, magic spells are the guns, and ..." And so on. As they reached the intersection of Pike and Boylston, a twenty-car accident blocked the road. The dented vehicles were crammed together like sardines in a can - the only way past them was over them."That's the store, in the corner of the building to our right - I can see it behind all those cars." Alex cautiously lifted his bike and climbed onto the hood of a like-new, black Mercedes-Benz coupe. He teetered a bit and crouched for balance."Uh. This one is slippery, guys. Watch out when you follow." There was a quiet scrape-scrape sound coming from under the cars. What could be crawling beneath them? Animals, or something ... supernatural?!?
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jul 26, 2013 21:52:42 GMT -8
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jul 27, 2013 0:52:16 GMT -8
Micah jumped on to a red toyota nearby, this one wasn't slippery. He scooted up to it's roof when he heard the noise. “You reckon it's fucking road-kill zombie? Probably something worse, let's all pretend it's a racoon or a squirrel, a family of squirrels. Some kind of beaver? Some bloody disney number happening under our feet?” Micah moved easily across the cars, sparing the odd look to the gaps underneath. Apart from the occasional seat-belted zombie, bad bumper sticker or shitarse family stickers, no monsters seemed to be lurking. Micah always got a morbid feeling in his guts among these pile ups, it would not have been a fun way to go. Perhaps they were so gripped by the frenzy they barely noticed their own deaths? Road rage was a fucking killer.
((Perhaps Anna or Richie? Or BAMF guy? I guess Micah could have if you like?))
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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 Jul 27, 2013 3:04:48 GMT -8
"What if it's a crocodile? They live in the sewers, you know. Does it make you homesick, Homeboy?" He paused halfway across and made a sad face.
[/i] "Huuungry. When we get inside, it's lunch time. Somebody owes me Rolos please. Hey! Ha! By the way, Anna, maybe you'll find chaps there. I don't know about rat poison, though ..." He pointed down Pike, to the general direction of Babeland.[/i]"Ha! Haha! Okay, not really. I'm sorry, that joke was totes inappropriate." ((OOC: I wouldn't trust BAMF guy with that bike. He'd probably tie a SWAG banner to its handlebars.))
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jul 27, 2013 19:47:29 GMT -8
Babeland's storefront was fairly innocuous, so Micah probably didn't get the joke. Its door was ajar, glass broken.[img src="www.borfy.com/Kingfisher/Graphics/KFA3/wp_mallet_l.jpg" width=7 height=150 src="http://www.borfy.com/Kingfisher/Graphics/KFA3/spacer.jpg"][img src="www.borfy.com/Kingfisher/Graphics/KFA3/npc_anna_k.jpg" width=7 height=150 src="http://www.borfy.com/Kingfisher/Graphics/KFA3/spacer.jpg"] Anna- "Now that is some useful technology. Shame it's probably all raided out. They have harnesses but no chaps. Bet Bamph can tell you where to get those." Richie righted the bike he'd (apparently) hauled over the top, and readied himself to move on to the next thing.
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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 Jul 27, 2013 21:29:47 GMT -8
"What's that supposed ta mean?" BAMF bro pulled up his jeans, which were hanging low.[/i] "Hahah! Wow. Hahahah! I don't even ..." Anna broke Alex. He dismounted from the car cluster and kicked the door to Edge of the Circle Books, which was completely unnecessary, since it was unlocked. (He actually had to pull it to open it, which made the kick twice as unnecessary).
And this sight greeted them! www.google.com/maps?layer=c&z=17&sll=47.613962,-122.323229&cid=2465310425302820330&panoid=puWjvhyvmvF4IYDwno5hpQ&cbp=13,356.6064981949458,,0,0&q=edge+of+the+circle+books&sa=X&ei=tOzxUbQRjZz1BJ2lgLgE&ved=0CIoBEKAfMAo
The candle shelves were half empty, but the tartot cards, books, crystal pendulums, and other occult items seemed untouched. ((Just pretend that all the merchandise lovingly captured by Google's 360 degree imaging technology = stuff they find))
[/i] And there it was: a most regal leather-bound book entitled "101 Really Powerful Spells for Dancers" ... it sat innocuously behind the glass front counter, like a gem on display in the natural history museum.
Cue a montage wherein Imagination Alex studies hard and practices his sweet dance moves with PISSCMC.
And then ... it was the day of reckoning.
Imagination Alex - I see you've accepted my challenge, Nekomata-san.
Nekomata - Mrow?
Imagination Alex - It's a dance-off. Winner becomes ZOMBIE KING!
Nekomata - Mruu!
Imagination Alex - I was born ready.
[/i] "Whoa. Books. So many." With a dazed expression, he entered the store and ran straight to the bookshelves at its far end. Alex started pawing through their contents, as if searching for a relic of great import.[/i]
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jul 28, 2013 0:08:37 GMT -8
Micah looked round with barely disguised snorts of derision. He clearly thought he was too good for this hippy shit. He made a particularly loud snort when when he came to a pile of 'Magick happens' stickers. Then he remember it did actually happen now, stupid hippies.
His memory of them consisted of over-indulgent loudly dressed women, who always spoke in a whisper and said inane things all the time. Their kids had always been the worst behaved at school, even worse than the yob kids if that was possible.
He wandered over to the magick herbs and began sniffing them, testing for disguised actual herbs that could be used for cooking.“So are we really going to let this shithead follow us the whole way home? Do you reckon he knows how to cook?”
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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
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Post by DKender on Jul 28, 2013 0:37:23 GMT -8
"Yeah. I can make ... soup." "No. He's not invited to our building. That's final. But you guys, I'm hungry. Huuuungry. Micah, make us lunch with your duffel bag food, thank you. DON'T give any to Mister Bike Thief. He can eat my shorts. Oooh. Oh, wow. Look at this book. Wicca in the Kitchen. Magical menus for love, protection, health, money, and psychic awareness. Whip up some psychic awareness cookies, too, won'tya? YOU GUYS, WHERE IS MY DANCE MAGIC? Do you think Chelsea will take me back if I give her a necklace?" He spoke quickly, with somewhat fanatic excitement.
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