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Post by Kasatsu on Aug 31, 2008 0:58:31 GMT -5
"You shall lead the way, oh mighty Toothpick." He announced ignoring the fact that the other canine was already doing so - and was already outside the doorway. Jumping off of his chair he quickly made to follow his friend. "Do not worry guys! I will be back to play with you later, okay?"
As they walked through the village Trot would run off randomly but to return shortly afterward. At one point he happily carried a stick. Which as they took a corner struck the side sending the canine stumbling back. After a few tries he put the stick down with a whine before racing to catch back up with the Toothpick.
"Zeus! Zeus! Look what I caught!" He barked happily, running a circle around his leader before plopping down to scratch his left ear with his hind leg, almost falling over with the effort.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 31, 2008 1:16:08 GMT -5
Any sign of ease or peace or even a lack of annoyance vanished just as soon as Trot opened his mouth. The headache came back with a vengeance and Shin stood in his face laughing very hard.
"I hope you choke," he thought very hard and very viciously at the ghost but, as the horrid thing was always pointing out to him, Shin was already dead.
"What'd you find out, Obadiah?" he tried to keep the weariness out of his voice, but, of course, it was still very obvious. Zeus wasn't the best at hiding his annoyance at things. There was quite a bit he would need to update the German Shepherd on, but he wanted to get a feel for what the other man had found out before he committed them to any sort of action. Niklaus was a reliable source, but that didn't make him a hundred percent correct a hundred percent of the time.
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Post by Trebias on Sept 1, 2008 9:45:10 GMT -5
“Trot, how about you go find me about ten feet of quiet. It’s back at the story, I couldn’t carry it with me. Don’t come back without it.” Obadiah figured that would buy them enough time to get business done before Trot forgot what he was doing and came back with some string.
“It’s hard to tell what rumors are true. From everything I hear, the stories about an infidel horse sitting as Queen of Hearts are true. The old Queen, the Highlander, got shanked in the middle of the night. Nobody knows a whole lot about that yet. I can squeeze some people for that if you want.”
He shook his head. “There are stories about all the Queens going way back. Except the Spades Queen, and there might be some interesting things going on in her Court. The stories really get weird with the Clubs, though. Mice with horns, part mouse part bull, and that’s not even the weird stuff. If you believe all the stories, there’s a monster or a god, depends on who you ask, that takes the form of an infidel, that summons giants and vanishes in plain sight, has six legs, makes the earth shake wherever and whenever he wants, and shatters everything he touches. And this monster or whatever is supposed to be tied into all the Courts, spawning devils that have his powers. We’d have to go see if there’s anything like that in the Courts. Biggest problem would be getting in there, Lowlanders aren’t very popular right now, except with the Spades, if THOSE stories are supposed to be believed. Queen there, Lysaras, supposedly takes in Lowlanders of any suit.”
Obadiah gave a rueful laugh. “Some idiots will believe anything.”
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Post by Kiki on Sept 1, 2008 10:46:07 GMT -5
Kuni, Sera and Trebias receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Kasatsu on Sept 5, 2008 15:10:06 GMT -5
"Alright Toothpick!" He gave a happy bark and one paw salute before wondering off back toward where they had come from. At least . . . he thought it was the same direction. Oh well.
As he walked along he thought of all the ways he could make Toothpick happy. First off he would bring him a knife. Yes, that should make him happy. After all, he needed to keep well trimmed otherwise he would not be as pointy. And what good was a toothpick that did not have a pointy end.
He really hated those pointy ends. Whenever one of them stabbed you it really hurt. Not to mention, when they broke off . . .
Eventually he found himself outside of the building that he had picked Toothpick up at. Wondering inside he found that one or two of the men had awakened again. "Hello new friends!" He called out in greeting.
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Post by seraaches on Sept 17, 2008 18:41:27 GMT -5
Zeus shook his head tiredly as he listened to Obadiah's report telling him things he mostly already knew. "No, we don't care who used to be on the throne, all we really need is who's on there now." He fought a need to sigh. He was tired today and he needed his energy to lead the group onward.
His eyes narrowed as the German Shepherd finished his report with a laugh. "Well, the infidel is on the throne, but it's not just any *#($ Heart. The Doberman's ears flattened angrily as he stared out beyond the other Hellhound. "No, it's a very specific horse up there on the throne, and we're going to go make sure that he doesn't stay up there for long." The rest of his teeth showed as he snarled suddenly. "We're going to go kill a Queen."
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Post by Trebias on Sept 19, 2008 8:56:46 GMT -5
“Now you’re speaking my language, kid,” Obadiah drawled. Nobody had ever suggested that fighting and killing weren’t languages to Obadiah. At least, nobody he hadn’t stomped into the ground and buried under big rocks. When Obadiah was talking, it might not be pretty, but he definitely got his point across.
“You just going to challenge him, or do you have something in mind. I’d personally prefer to get some of that, but that’s not my call. We’re gonna need to get some way to study him first, if that’s the case. Do some intel, run some black ops, find out what he can do. He ain’t no scrawny colt anymore, no telling what’s up his sleeve.”
Obadiah could use a good fight. He hadn’t run into any of the enemy in a long time, so he’d taken to pounding on his brethren. It might not be the most honorable pastime, but at least he got to hit things. “Can’t do that for now, so what’s next?”
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Post by seraaches on Sept 22, 2008 11:31:00 GMT -5
"Now, we find the rest of our pack," Zeus said flatly. This was going to be fun; it always was. For all that they were united in cause-- for the most part-- it didn't change the fact that they were terribly dissimilar and that meant that he was constantly fighting a wide range of personalities and trying to get them to work as one cohesive group.
"Go find Mirek. I'll get Trix and Trot." He was the one least likely to kill either of the other two. Sometimes Trix's quick tongue caused waves and everyone seemed to universally hate Trot. Oy, how did he get this group?
He gave a small sigh as he headed off. He had to figure out where the *($$ Trot had gone off to this time as well as where in the world Trix would be holed up.
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Post by Bee on Sept 29, 2008 21:32:11 GMT -5
 "Look," Mirek said, patiently and slowly, to the owner of the store. "It's really a simple concept. We call it a sanitation system. It involves not dumping your waste into your supply of drinking water." The shop clerk had a stare that managed to be both quizzical and entirely blank. "I don't see how that would help." Mirek could not quite believe what he was hearing. This was the kind of talk one got from a backwater Marshie--of either Marsh. He cursed fate for not letting him be born a couple of ranks higher so he could just make his own damn drinking water and not have to deal with the intellectually comatose. "It helps by preventing paying customers like me from taking a drink of your tap, possibly contracting a deadly disease, and haunting you from beyond the grave. Also, I want my money back. Your breakfast sandwiches are vile anyway." |
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Post by Vyn on Oct 11, 2008 0:01:03 GMT -5
Zeus would have no problems whatsoever in locating the ex-mercenary. Trix was, as usual, holed up in the Laughing Goblin. Not that she was much of a heavy drinker, but the pub did offer all sorts of valuable things. It was mostly entertainment now, but the past had offered her a lot more: cheap rooms and food, a place to job hunt and, as any stealthy listener would know, the perfect local to pick up all sorts of dirty tidbits. Secrets were fun and all that but Trix had other, more important, things to do. Such as pit the drunken, testosterone-blinded males against each other until the room became nothing more than a mass of flying fists and chairs. Trix loved it. When Zeus eventually got to her, Trix would have slid back to settle into her booth -- a shadowed little thing that was just out of the way to keep her out of chair-flinging range -- to sip at her beer and admire her handiwork. |
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