Post by shanic on Apr 14, 2010 22:54:27 GMT -5
Day 3
*hic*
"I...saw a lady last night...hee...and she kissed me!" The man took another swig from his flask. "Yeah...that's the ticket..." The Sailor paused to collect his thoughts before pointing at one person. "And it was her! A reeeeal fine lady...but that's okay, 'cause we had...we had an agreement..."
*hic*
The crowd stared at Ringo, unable to make heads or tails out of his nonsensical ramblings. Collectively, they decided to put him out of his misery.
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"I mustn't run away...I mustn't run away...hell with that, I didn't sign up for this shit..." The Historian looked around, fearful of everyone who approached, yet still undeniably fascinated by everything. Unlike everyone else, he was only here to have fun and learn things.
Learn things he would, as a peculiar sound echoed down the street. Fearful, he immediately started running, but the sound was overtaking him, second by second. Sparing a glance behind, he saw something that chilled his bones. A Horse Archer, astride his faithful steed, galloped down the road towards him.
REG Rysk fell to his knees, screaming, "I'm harmless! Please don't kill me!" It was to no avail, as the archer loosed one shaft that connected center mass and kept his steed riding by the toppling body.
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The Surgeon muttered a curse. One of the crowd, a Performer, had seemed listless all day. He took her aside to a more secluded area for treatment, but she didn't seem to be getting much better. There didn't seem to be anything he could do for her, not with where his skills lay.
Unfortunately, the need for quiet while he worked would be his downfall that day. The team of infiltrators burst into the hut he had chosen, cruel, shining metal weapons at the ready. Delmain whirled, bringing his wooden and stone tewha tewha to bear. He knew it was unlikely he would be able to defend cj iwakura in the end, but he was from a proud warrior culture and his assailants would know that they had been in a fight.
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The Prophet walked the streets of the town, speaking of the future, warning those would listen of evil deeds yet to occur. Most were preoccupied, but one followed her, listening keenly to her words.
"Yes, I hear your words, sister. They have the ring of truth." DevoutlyApathetic glanced at the man, risking a small smile. "Truly? But wait, you--"
*shunk*
The man eased her to the ground, his eyes shining with devotion. "Yes, truly. I always listen to His words and do His duty."
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The Dead:
cj iwakura - Investor | South African Dutch Colonist Performer - defenseless
Delmain - Investor | Maori Surgeon - blaze of glory
DevoutlyApathetic - Investor | Berber Prophet - silenced
REG Rysk - Lottery Winner | Navajo Historian - pincushioned
Ringo - Investor | Ezo Sailor - DRUUUUUUUUUUUNKS
Day 3 begins NOW and ends at 11PM EST on Thursday.
*hic*
"I...saw a lady last night...hee...and she kissed me!" The man took another swig from his flask. "Yeah...that's the ticket..." The Sailor paused to collect his thoughts before pointing at one person. "And it was her! A reeeeal fine lady...but that's okay, 'cause we had...we had an agreement..."
*hic*
The crowd stared at Ringo, unable to make heads or tails out of his nonsensical ramblings. Collectively, they decided to put him out of his misery.
-------------------------
"I mustn't run away...I mustn't run away...hell with that, I didn't sign up for this shit..." The Historian looked around, fearful of everyone who approached, yet still undeniably fascinated by everything. Unlike everyone else, he was only here to have fun and learn things.
Learn things he would, as a peculiar sound echoed down the street. Fearful, he immediately started running, but the sound was overtaking him, second by second. Sparing a glance behind, he saw something that chilled his bones. A Horse Archer, astride his faithful steed, galloped down the road towards him.
REG Rysk fell to his knees, screaming, "I'm harmless! Please don't kill me!" It was to no avail, as the archer loosed one shaft that connected center mass and kept his steed riding by the toppling body.
-------------------------
The Surgeon muttered a curse. One of the crowd, a Performer, had seemed listless all day. He took her aside to a more secluded area for treatment, but she didn't seem to be getting much better. There didn't seem to be anything he could do for her, not with where his skills lay.
Unfortunately, the need for quiet while he worked would be his downfall that day. The team of infiltrators burst into the hut he had chosen, cruel, shining metal weapons at the ready. Delmain whirled, bringing his wooden and stone tewha tewha to bear. He knew it was unlikely he would be able to defend cj iwakura in the end, but he was from a proud warrior culture and his assailants would know that they had been in a fight.
-------------------------
The Prophet walked the streets of the town, speaking of the future, warning those would listen of evil deeds yet to occur. Most were preoccupied, but one followed her, listening keenly to her words.
"Yes, I hear your words, sister. They have the ring of truth." DevoutlyApathetic glanced at the man, risking a small smile. "Truly? But wait, you--"
*shunk*
The man eased her to the ground, his eyes shining with devotion. "Yes, truly. I always listen to His words and do His duty."
-------------------------
The Dead:
cj iwakura - Investor | South African Dutch Colonist Performer - defenseless
Delmain - Investor | Maori Surgeon - blaze of glory
DevoutlyApathetic - Investor | Berber Prophet - silenced
REG Rysk - Lottery Winner | Navajo Historian - pincushioned
Ringo - Investor | Ezo Sailor - DRUUUUUUUUUUUNKS
Day 3 begins NOW and ends at 11PM EST on Thursday.