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Post by Dinari Dollar on Jun 6, 2009 0:05:00 GMT -5
"This is pretty fun. Max...Calithin...you should give it a try." Dinari suggests to his friends. He watches Bambi get her fortune, which he thinks is pretty neat. "I wonder what your surprise will be?" Dinari asks Babmi. He looks at the jack in the box. It reminds him a little of Jester.
"I don't really believe in fortunes anyway...except one time I ate a fortune cookie and it said that I would be admired for my good looks and smarts...and I guess that came to pass." Dinari blurts out.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on Jun 6, 2009 0:43:18 GMT -5
Peter hopped freely along the roof top, watching the people below. He hadn't done this one foot in a long time. Felt good. Maybe he could convince people he was with one of the street shows. He'd been moving for the better part of an hour before he spoked something familiar in the crowd: his employer and ideal, M. Dinari Dollar.
"Hey boss!" Peter stopped running and waved down. What was he doing? Curious, Peter stepped forward, off the edge of the building, dropping down to the window ledge below. The first three drops went great. Then his foot slipped and he stumbled down the last drop, hitting the ground in a bad roll before coming up to his feet with his hands on his knees. Hopefully he managed to look like that was what he meant to do.
"Hey boss," he repeated, looking up at Dollar, still hunched over, panting slightly. It occured to him Dollar might not even recognise him. He was in his street cloths, black v-neck, black jeans, and had all his accessories. Hell, the only thing that leaked over was the glooves and white hair. "I was afraid I might miss the fun!"
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Post by The Flesh Monger on Jun 6, 2009 0:58:38 GMT -5
"That is a very good choice, Salome." Flesh says to her. "That made me really happy.
Flesh set up the flesh hook, which it took him a few minutes. The flesh hook is now hanging from the ceiling.
"Take your dress off....now!!"
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Jun 6, 2009 0:59:09 GMT -5
"Fun?" Dinari questions. Peter was always pretty serious in times past, so Dinari wonders if something has changed. Right away, there is something that does seem different...his appearance..the fact that he is here to have fun. But Dinari doesn't mind, since he likes that have fun...probably more than most people. "Ah...Hey Peter. Long time..." Dinari says with a big smile. "You should sit down and have your fortune told." Dinari suggests. He gestures towards a little old lady seated beside him, with two stacks of Manala cards.
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The Red Jester
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In a mad world only the mad are sane - Akira Kurosawa
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Post by The Red Jester on Jun 6, 2009 1:00:30 GMT -5
"That is how Jester is. He loves playing jokes on people." Pine Eyes explain.
Both Jester and Pine Eyes stay quiet as they follow Dinari and the others. They also kept their distance from them. Soon Enough, they were approach by Tristan.
"Thank you...." Jester says quietly to Tristan. "Are you having fun?"
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jun 6, 2009 1:31:33 GMT -5
Bambi laughs nervously, shrugging a bit. "Who knows?" She replies. Surprises rarely worked out for her, so she wasn't looking forward to it. At least it was better than the wolf card. Fortunates couldn't hold much creditability though, could they? They were just randomly picked cards. "I guess so." She says idly, feeling the syrup hardening in her hair.
Oh man, what if she couldn't get it out and had to cut it? What if that was the surprise?! She panics a little, but is distracted be a familiar voice calling to Dinari. The voice sounding high-up, making her curious enough to seek the source of the voice. She didn't spot Peter until he was on the second window ledge, moving too fast for her to place him.
Her eyes widen as he fumbles with the last ledge, growing worried. She finds her worry unfounded as whoever he was makes the roll and seems fine. When he looks up, she furrows her brows for a moment. Coming up with a name, she disbelieves herself before noticing the white gloves. Peter?! His attitude was different, he even looked different even though she'd seen him in his street clothes before.
She hadn't heard from him in months, not since after he'd stood her up. No, he hadn't really stood her up- it had just been Aubrey's silly idea and of course he hadn't taken it seriously. She'd simply pushed him from her mind as best as she could. Well, he was obviously doing alright. Jerk. *Ugh, no! He isn't a jerk, there's no need to hold it against him.*
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Salome Weil
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"We must prefer a real hell to an imaginary paradise."
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Post by Salome Weil on Jun 6, 2009 1:33:32 GMT -5
I quietly remove my red dress, and feel embarassed of my pale, tall, androgynous body. I fold my arms over my chest and stare at the menacing flesh hook hanging from the ceiling. I have heard of people hanging themselves from those hooks for ...some sort of spiritual experience. It was a Native American practice..I believe. Now, I just look at it. It seems..very unclean. I'm sure I'll get an infection. I wish he would at least wash it off if he is going to hang me from it. I wonder...what body part he will hang me by.
"I'm ready..." I say after staring at it for a while. I Just want to get this over with.
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Post by Soren Kiersted on Jun 6, 2009 2:05:37 GMT -5
"Well judging by the footage I saw, he has powers nontheless, but that doesn't make him a 'god' in the traditional sense which I've heard it." Soren agreed, actually alittle pleased that someone else shared his sentiments. He decided it was best not slam gods in general, though it was sound reasoning he didn't trust Momo (or anyone for that matter) enough to tell them what he really thought on the matter.
"Well things seem to be running along smoothly, I'll be on my way and get out of your hair." Soren said bowing slightly to Momo, both for politeness and to keep up the appearance that he was just an assistant and nothing more. Soren then turned to leave and headed for the closest teleportation booth. As pleasant as finding someone who shared his oppinion about Jumala, he still felt incredibly drained from the encounter. He would really have to get someone else to do these things for him... someone he could actually trust- his sister was automaticly scratched off the list for obvious reasons.
Helping the planet was such a daunting task when you had to do it by yourself... he really would need help, that and also needed to expand his company. So far he managed to set up a small chain of Royal Dane markets which sold their brand of food- actual home grown and also fresh meat from actual livestock. Sure it wasn't as cheap as Smeet and while hard to afford for the poor, it actually did very well for the wealthy. It was all simply so that he could have the funds to develope new technologies to help the enviroment. His team sent to try and study the Gray Zone still hadn't yielded any useful information other then, "It's still expanding."
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Kasper Schultz
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Socialist Rebel
"Wanna Know a Secret..."
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Post by Kasper Schultz on Jun 6, 2009 2:10:33 GMT -5
"If you're hungry, I can share some of my granola." Kasper says. He starts actually pushing Em a little bit once she is up, since he wants to get out of the Genetech forest ASAP. "I just can't wait to get going again. Can't wait can't wait..." Kasper says nervously. He steps on a stick. It cracks and causes him to jump up. He looks around, but sees that it was just a broken twig. "You can never be too careful, it could have been...Manala gun fire..." Kasper says with a weak laugh. He's feeling pretty paranoid after seeing that sign, but, they are so remote that he doubts Genetech would spend too much money on defending its property...still...one never knows...and one can never be too careful.
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Akira 69
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Rebel Creditor
The voices in my head say you're crazy!
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Post by Akira 69 on Jun 6, 2009 2:10:46 GMT -5
Horacio's reply really set Akira off at that point, his head spinning wildly as he exclaimed, "Error! BZZZT!" Akira exclaimed loudly, then after his mechanical brain finally pieced that bit of information together without shorting out by the absurdity, Akira had a plan. "I could help!" Akira offered completely forgetting about Horacio again; it was probably best for both of them. "I can easily slip in all ninja-like and take the guards out!" Akira added as four small arms popped out of parts of his chest and looked ready to karate chop- which Akira did and completely karate chopped a small box in half. "Whoops..." Akira apologized, getting to carried away.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on Jun 6, 2009 2:11:43 GMT -5
"Fortunes? Sure, why not? How's this work, I just pick cards?"
Peter followed Dinari's gesture to the fortune teller and grabbed the top three cards, spreading them in his hand. "I got... a broken sword, a gladiator, and a doe. I like the first two, but what's with the deer?" He tossed the cards back onto the deck and turned to face Dollar again. "Guess I'm not supposed to use my sword in the big fight coming up, eh? And maybe I'll win a..."
He glanced around at the others nearby. He recognised some, not most. Business owner, clown, Manalist soldier, and... and an accountant. Peter looked at Bambi and didn't recognise her for a momet. She was nearly covered in syrup, which seemed unusual but not beyond her ability to get into odd situations. "... a deer," he finished, looking Bambi up and down slowly before turned back to Dollar.
"Just got back from the 'doctor'. Went into a coma for a couple months so I'm feeling well rested and thought I'd come check out Holy Week. I heard here's dancing."
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Post by Charon Dejardins/Asphodel on Jun 6, 2009 2:17:48 GMT -5
Asphodel eyes the Creditor fearfully...and with a little bit of confusion. He wants to help out? Asphodel flies around in a circle, then comes over to the machine, landing on the turn key he has for an ear. She starts trying to turn the turn key.
"Oooof.....oooooof... what happens when I turn the key?" She asks.
"You can help....but you have to be VERY VERY quiet. Are you VERY VERY quiet?" She asks innocently as she tries to tinker with his ear.
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Jun 6, 2009 2:21:56 GMT -5
"Eh...dancing...huh..." Dinari says slowly, trying to process what Peter just said. Peter never seemed like he was one for dancing. Dinari doesn't mind dancing. He wonders if Peter can dance. The old Peter seemed kind of stiff...except for when fighting. At least he wasn't ..loose...enough to dance.
Dinari looks down at the cards and over at Calithin and Max, as if to solicit them telepathically for some sort of answer to this mystery.
"So Peter...who was the doctor who...treated you?" Dinari asks curiously. Though, shouldn't he be happy? Maybe they can hang out and do all sorts of fun things. Maybe when Dinari gets a new car they can go around chasing homeless people down the narrow streets. There is endless fun. Calithin and Max are too stuffy sometimes.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on Jun 6, 2009 2:30:41 GMT -5
"I don't know, somebody. I didn't pay much attention. Said I'd been asleep for like three months. So, I was hungry but aside from that, not bad at all. Kinda feel... different. And real charged up. Like... like I want'a chase something." Peter made sure to keep his eyes fixed on Dollar and not glance over at Bambi.
"Oh hey, did the whole Cuda thing work out? One of the Russian guys kinda shot me a little before I went into a coma. Hey! Snow cones!"
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Post by Bambi Engel on Jun 6, 2009 2:47:51 GMT -5
Bambi blinks when he picks a deer. Come to think of it... No way, the wolf wasn't meant-... Well, it'd all make sense. The only card that still wasn't placed is the lightning. It could relate to Peter's ability, but the card was supposed to mean attraction. She mentally shrugs, if two made sense than maybe there was bound to be one that didn't.
Her faces becomes red when he finally seems to recognize her. It felt like it was partly from... anger? The winning a deer comment did seem a little vague. At the mention of the coma, she suddenly feels horrible. Was that why? Had he really not stood her up? She feels something tickle down her hand and is reminded of her still unfinished snow cone.
"Like I want'a chase something." The pursuit. This was what she got for getting distracted for once, for not heading back straight to Annette. She was antsy, and she was still sticky, and her snow cone was melting. The snow cone which she really didn't feel like finishing. She finds herself surprised once more when Peter just randomly mentioned the snow cones.
Was he... hyper? It seemed like it. She almost feels like giggling, it was rather amusing. Kind of cute. Did comas do that to people? "Uhm... yeah, the snow cone stand is over there, but you can have mine if you want. I don't really feel like finishing it." She finally speaks up, her guilt over thinking of him as a jerk overruling her reserved nature.
She moves forward to offer it to him, her foot stepping in the dribble of syrup that had fallen onto the ground while she was lost in her thoughts and emotions. Of course, Bambi doesn't notice. Her foot slips, snow cone flying out of her hand straight towards Peter. Clumsiness always came up at the best moments.
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