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Post by Zyrin on Apr 26, 2008 16:39:50 GMT -5
His sword slashed the first of the figures, the red blood looking black in the low light. It splattered around as the body fell. Lloyd saw the person's face. It was branded with strange symbols and patterns that made his eyes hurt. The two others stopped their chanting and looked at him, their eyes glowing. The first one charged at him.
'Enemy working within set parameters. Calculated in and marked,' he muttered.
A short dagger dropped towards him as the figured closed. He blocked with his own and plunged the sword in. He shifted his body and removed the sword, the momentum of the charge sending the man continuing onto the first. He spun the sword and gutted the third at the point where he had predicted him to be. He sent Drake a message saying 'Aegis wishes thorn. By halflight disabused, in administr-atum by heart. Scales fall from eyes. Multifarious, the grasp of changelings. Pattern thimble advised' before opening the door and stepping quietly into the hall.
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Post by Whyerd_Neighme on Apr 27, 2008 2:44:39 GMT -5
Drake stops running, as he reaches the fifth flight, he stops when he sees Lloyd enter the hallway. Tired and frantic, "Can you repeat your message, in ENG-lish!"
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Post by Zyrin on Apr 27, 2008 12:17:23 GMT -5
'You helped create the code, you should remember it! Pattern thimble, quiet and unremarkable, but protected against sudden attacks. You cover the right hall, I'll take these over here. Find the d**n book.'
With that, he turned and ran off down the corridor, leaving the panting Drake behind.
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Post by Whyerd_Neighme on Apr 28, 2008 12:03:07 GMT -5
Drake sighs, "What fricken code are you talking about?"
It was too late, Lloyd is gone, making Drake question himself, "I thought I was the one in charge."
He ignores the command he was given, to enter the room with the summoning circle. Drake sighs, "Shoddy work. If they didn't summon something yet, they are lucky they didn't backfire themselves."
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Post by Zyrin on Apr 28, 2008 12:59:31 GMT -5
Lloyd moved quickly down the hall, making next to no noise.
If I were a d**ned daemon book, where would I hide? he thought.
He ducked into darkened door ways twice as people moved through the hall, ready to strike if they saw him. A door opened further down.
'...has been quite high. More then we expected. It seems more people want this book, and I wouldn't be surprised if several people die tonight for it,' someone said.
'The profits will be high, but the daemon. . .just think of the destruction it will cause!'
Don't jizz yourself, Lloyd thought as the voices faded.
Having nothing else to go on, he entered the room the two had just left.
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Post by Whyerd_Neighme on Apr 30, 2008 12:11:15 GMT -5
Drake finds a book and reads it. Then he summarizes it to himself, "If I summon said demon, then it'll kill my enemies... d**n translated book, I bet that's not the truth. Why couldn't it be Latin or something, more 'trusting'. It's not what I'm looking for, but I better not let rookies kill themselves."
Drake then heads back into the hall and thinks, "I wonder if the action would also have the real edition of this."
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Post by Zyrin on Apr 30, 2008 18:06:39 GMT -5
(You make it like watching a movie. I hate that in RPs. And you kinda have to do more then that, because I have nothing to add right now.)
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Post by Whyerd_Neighme on Apr 30, 2008 18:56:14 GMT -5
[Explain what you mean. BTW, isn't Lloyd on his own at the moment?]
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Post by Zyrin on Apr 30, 2008 20:10:37 GMT -5
(Yea, he's in a room, but you gotta add more stuff to it. Just from that, I can't think of anything to continue it.
And you know how I post? Its like reading a book. The way you post, it seems more like watching a movie and narrating it. Take this for example:
Drake found a book and flipped trough it, summarizing it aloud. 'If I were to summon said daemon (blame Warhammer for that habit), then it would kill all of my enemies. . . d**n translations. I bet that's not the truth. Why couldn't it be Latin or something more. . .trusting. It's not really what I'm looking for, but I can't let some rookie hurt themselves.'
He turned on his heel and headed back out into the hallway.
I wonder if the auction would have the real edition of this book, he thought.
Granted that's jsut a quick rewrite, but you see how it seems to flow a little better?
Sorry, jsut one of the things that annoys me about RPs. The other really annoying thing is people who go 'WTF!? *draws swords* BRING IT! *slashes out at the monster*. I want to ban those people from ever RPing. Now, ina chat box based RP, that's fine. I do it in xfire. But in a full RP on a forum where you can type stuff out, TYPE THE BLOODY THING OUT!!!!!!!!!</tyrade>)
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Post by Whyerd_Neighme on May 7, 2008 22:58:58 GMT -5
Drake enters the hall, to see an extravagantly dress woman enter a room. Drake follows her into the room, "Here's the action. Guess I'm lucky, it hasn't started yet."
A boy next to him says, "Ticket sir."
Drake looks at him, "I guess he's just a checker and will give me my sign. Drake then hands the ticket, receiving sign 39 in exchange. The magician the room is meant to fill about 30. 8 others, including the woman, have shown up. He takes a chair at the end, of the third row. He hopes no one will recognize who he is.
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Post by Zyrin on May 8, 2008 10:32:56 GMT -5
Lloyd closed the door quietly, locked it and flicked on the lights. The room was filled with objects of different types. Several Egyptian urns sat against the far wall, paper labels marking them. Four display cases held different types of jewels, ranging from tiny opals and three emeralds larger then his head, each having a label. Several books covered one table, three of them opened. Lloyd moved forward and flipped through one.
'Guess this is where they have the stuff for the auction. That d**ned book might be here then. . .'
He began flipping through the books, searching them, but he didn't know what he was really looking for. He froze when the handle on the door wiggled.
'Did you lock it when we left?' the man from before asked.
'I don't think I did. I must have.'
'Maybe it was those d**ned monks. Obsessed with that book.'
Lloyd jumped and killed the lights, then rolled under the desk. It was the first place he would be found in, but it was worth a try. The lock turned and the door opened. The lights flicked back on and the two entered the room. They walked up to the desk. They milled around the desk for a minute before one of them dropped something. Lloyd cursed and willed the man to not see him.
'What the. . .who the hell are you!?' he shouted.
Lloyd cursed and jumped from under the desk, darting towards the door. He crashed into the hallway wall and sprinted down, the two starting to shout for security.
D**n it that could have gone better. Why the hell did I have to be so d**ned stupid!?
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Post by Whyerd_Neighme on May 11, 2008 3:52:13 GMT -5
He begins to grow tired of waiting. No one else has came into the room yet, making him wonder if he's early. Wanting to check Lloyd's progress, he takes his cell and calls the boy's phone, "Please tell me he remembered to put it on vibrate."
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Post by Zyrin on May 16, 2008 21:33:27 GMT -5
He cursed as his phone started ringing. He grabbed it and clicked it open.
'Yea, little busy running here!' he shouted.
He shouted a curse as a bullet whizzed past his head. He turned another corner and slammed into the fire escape, summoned a dagger and blocked the door.
'I was found and now there are guys trying to kill me. Don't f**k up like I did, ok?'
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Post by Whyerd_Neighme on May 19, 2008 1:04:56 GMT -5
Drake wasn't worried about people listening, as the phone's volume was set to low and Drake was several feet away from people. He sighs, "Where are you? I might bail you out, if you hurry and tell me."
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Post by Zyrin on May 19, 2008 17:37:39 GMT -5
'I'm in a fire escape, and now I am running towards the bottom floor. Knowing these guys, they'll beat me there. So I don't think theres much bailing to be done right now. Get the d**n book if you can. If not, we'll just have to tear this place down.'
A bullet shot through the door, followed by another that hit and knocked away the dagger.
'Call you back!'
He jumped and balanced under one of the staircases, hoping the overhang would be enough to hide him.
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