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Post by Nathalia on Nov 18, 2010 19:57:41 GMT -5
((The Outer Bazaar has some shoppes full of gorgeous clothing for amazing deals, true...but maybe today wasn't the best plan, Karrock.
The streets smell heavily of an odd spice and are as empty as can be...highly unusual, especially since everything was as normal as the Outer Bazaar gets when the little Eagle mix went inside...
What's going on and what is that cloying, rotten smell hanging under all the spice?
The shoppe-keep Karrock was just talking to will have vanished if he attempts t re-enter the shoppe and the only other person in the street is a confused Orin, who doesn't seem to be certain how he got there...
Kelsier is very near to them, trying to lure an interesting looking Ace she saw scuttle into an overturned barrel out to play, and an interesting little thing named Alohilani is lurking nearby for reasons known only to themselves.
Your goal is to have the four meet up and begin a good chat together. Once all four have finally gotten together, have them investigate either the lack of pedestrians...or that awful smell....))
~Nathalia
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Post by Nako on Nov 18, 2010 21:09:08 GMT -5
 Karrock smiled from under his ornate cowl that he'd just purchased, giving the shopkeep one last wave before he made his way to the door. What a delightful purchase, and it covered his face and made it less likely to get those strange stares. Not that his hind end was much to look at either, but... Eaaugh! Karrok reeled as a sudden smell assaulted him; the first smell was almost nice; a heady spice... but right afterward was a smell that was probably comparable to... rotting fish? Dead rat? Goodness knows he couldn't put his claw on it but it reeked! When his beak opened it only made it worse, as if he could taste it on his tongue. He had to use great willpower not to vomit. He quickly turned back toward the shopkeep door, ready to ask if the man had smelled it too. But the man was no longer there. He'd... been there no more than a second ago. Unnerved, Karrock backed out of the doorway. Hadn't the streets been busy just minutes ago? Frantic, he looked around. A young bull was across the street, looking no less confused than he was. "Eh.. Excuse me? Do you have any idea what is going on? Orin blinked, wide eyed as someone called out to him. He hadn't seen the figure across the street. In fact, he hadn't seen this street. He could have swore he was -blocks- away... Right? Had he drifted off into some daydream and walked himself all the way into a different part of town? That seemed terribly unlikely. Sadly, that was the most plausible excuse he could think of. And.. by the suits! It stunk! "I... uh. Couldn't tell you." Orin muttered, looking around. What an ugly looking creature. From what he could see of it, anyways. Like a featherless bird. Still, it wasn't hard to see those striking highland markings (and a bit of selkie too, it seemed), but what stood out mostly was that rank emblazoned on its chest. The figure looked and sounded young, but not just any tom, dick and harry carried a rank like that. "I must have walked myself onto this street without even realizing... sir. What is that smell?"-- Karrock narrowed his eyes and sighed. Isn't that was he'd just asked? Oh well; the guy wasn't exactly Ace scum... but for a seven he didn't seem very bright. "Haven't a clue, I'm afraid. Something strange is going on. A shopkeep outright... disappeared." Karrock shuddered. -- Orin couldn't suppress his own grim feelings. Could magic be involved? He cast a wary glance around him, wondering if someone nearby was suspect. "Then I suggest we keep ourselves on alert. The name's Orin." He might as well make friends; if something evil was afoot, he didn't want to get caught alone. -- "Karrock." He responded cheerily enough, feeling terribly comforted that he'd found someone and that he wasn't alone in some... frightening ghostland. A noise caught his ear, and he turned. Someone seemed to be talking to something out of a barrel. Or rather.. two people. From afar it was easy to mistake them for one. "Excuse me! Hello? Hi. Have you noticed anything strange going on? It seems like everyone has... disappeared! Well, Except us, of course. But I swear this street was teeming with people just minutes ago!"-- Orin grimaced, sucking in a tight breath as he followed behind the idiot creature. How were they to know those people weren't the ones causing the trouble? Honestly... this 'Karrock' guy was going to get them killed. |
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Post by Kitty on Nov 18, 2010 21:40:14 GMT -5
 A loner by choice, she happened to be on the other side of the two younger cards when she made her appearance. Where did everyone go? Sure, she liked begin alone, but what good was that when there wasn't anyone to flaunt her good fortune in front of? Was this was true blue loners felt like all the time... it made her doubt a few things about herself right there in that alleyway. However, when she turned the corner and spotted the pelts of two others, and then heard them speaking... which most certainly made them real... right? She almost lost her composure and pranced up to the pair cheerfully... almost. Instead, she reigned in her expression, except for the crinkling of her nose from whatever that awful smell was... bah.... she couldn't stand it! It honestly made her want to try and claw her nose off. It certainly seemed ot be on the opposite end of the spectrum from the floral scents and perfumes she was used to. People can't really vanish, can they? The very thought had her heart rate increasing a bit, the thought that accompanied the first made it worse. If people could just up and disappear... what if it was them that had, and not everyone else? Were they dead? Was this that limbo thing her grandmother used to speak of? The fur along her spine bristled at the possibilities. |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 18, 2010 21:47:08 GMT -5
There had been a flash of color unlike anything Kelsier had ever seen before, which was really saying something considering his siblings. The boy had sprung after the Ace, following them all the way under a barrel. Well, that was no fun at all! The long-necked kitten wrinkled up his face, sniffing at the entrance to the barrel and peering inside. " Hey... come on out... I'm not gonna hurt you. I haven't ssseen anyone out here other than you," he spoke softly, using the voice he sometimes used when his sister's hallucinations got particularly bad. It seemed to work well when it came to convince others of his good intentions. His little tail flicked behind him, impatient. The city was weird today, and Kelsier needed something to distract him from it. He'd thought the Ace would do nicely, and in a way he was... Just not as he'd hoped to be. Behind his mask, the boy frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. When someone spoke to him, it startled him half out of his own skin and he jumped slightly, backing into the barrel and bumping into it. " Ow! I'm okay." Sheepishly, he stared at the pair. Wow. The one boy was ugly. His ears twitched, and then he nodded. " Hello. Yeah, it'sss really quiet out. I found an Ace, though. He won't come out." A hint of frustration entered the boy's tone and he sidestepped, nodding at the barrel. " Are you looking for anything?" It only seemed natural to Kelsier that they would be wondering what had happened. After all, he was after the Ace for the same reason, wasn't he? When the other cat wandered over to them, he eyed her cautiously, head inclined to the side. " I dunno, it kinda feelsss like they did... Y'know, like, everyone." |
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Post by Nako on Nov 18, 2010 22:28:59 GMT -5
Karrock couldn't help but wrinkle his nose a bit (or some birdlike equivalent) at the mention of an ace. "You should really be careful; they'll sometimes bite when cornered." He'd really hate to see some kid get mangled by a stray ace.
He gave a soft sigh and looked around. "Well, whatever it is, I don't like it. I'd think anything that makes people disappear has to do with magic. And.. what is that -smell-? It smells like somebody died..." Karrock fell a little quiet at that.
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Orin gave a snort, but his ears flicked back with worry. "Well. let us hope that this isn't the case."
Tossing his head, he looked toward the others. "Anyhow.. I'm Orin. This is Karrock. He's had someone disappear right behind him, and frankly... I don't remember how I've gotten here. So I agree. Something isn't right with this picture."
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Post by Kitty on Nov 19, 2010 4:51:56 GMT -5
Well, the fact that the rest of them seemed to agree that everyone else had disappeared didn't do a thing to soothe her nerves and she flicked her tufted ears backward. Bad things just never happened to her... the worst she'd probably faced in her life was someone telling her no, a definite handicap of growing up in a privileged household.
What if... we're the ones that disappeared?
normally being the bearer of bad news was a pretty fun task, but not today. If they were the ones who disappeared, why? Her thoughts kept creeping back to them being dead, which made her fur fluff even more. She didn't remember anythign happening that could have killed her though.... and they all certainly seemed in tact. Wasn't that a... thing... when you died, you still looked like whatever happened ... happened?
Alohilani
Out of sheer force of habit she gave them a courteous little dip of the head. Might as well be on friendly terms with these guys in case this was the end of the world or something.
We're not... dead, are we?
She couldn't help it... she had to ask. Maybe then she could unfluff her fur and relax a bit. |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 19, 2010 6:33:21 GMT -5
They'd bite?! Kelsier looked visibly taken aback by that, glancing down at the barrel and scooting away from it ever so slightly, his ears folding back. "Eegh, thank you for the warning..." With his attention pulled away from his "prey", however, the boy was completely unprotected against the weird feeling that the world had taken on, and he shivered.
Introductions. Those were good, especially not when the other boys and the pretty woman had no s's in their names for him to trip over. He hated having to speak in normal conversation, he knew that his hissing speech patterns made some others look down on him as an idiot. "I'm Kelssier," he said, his fur bristling slightly at his pronunciation of his own name. Ugh. His head drooped. "The sssmell... It might jussst be me," he admitted a little sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders. "Bog oilssss... Ssssorry."
With his mask on, he was completely oblivious to the other smells in the air. But that didn't matter, as the woman made a rather dramatic announcement. His eyes narrowed. "We're not dead." He replied, simply and plainly. There was no sense in entertaining weird thoughts. ...Well, weirder than vanishing shopkeepers...
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Post by Nako on Nov 20, 2010 16:27:27 GMT -5
Orin paused, then reached around to bite himself on his own shoulder. Grimacing, he shook his head. "I don't think dead people feel pain."
"But that is something to consider. What if this place... isn't the place we were before?" He agreed, nodding toward the selkie. Tossing his head a bit, he looked around. "Well. We are all here; We're not dead. So if we're going to hope to get -anywhere-, I say we investigate."
He turned his head to the overturned barrel. "You, ace. You understand common? If so, I'd suggest you come out. We need to get to the bottom of these matters and we'll need all the help we can get.
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"I don't know...." Karrock said, voice lilting in in deep thought. Just to make sure, he leaned toward the Bog mix a bit to sniff at the air around him. Not that Karrock made a note to be an expert on Bog stink, but something told him that this smell might be a little different than that which was emitted from these strange people. Of course, he could well be wrong...
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Post by Callypso on Nov 20, 2010 21:45:45 GMT -5
((Sorry! Been busy all weekend and just saw this a bit ago! I have guests over this weekend and might not get another chance to post until Sunday night or so... Hope that's okay! ))  The streets were relatively empty today, which was perfect for this particular Aces’s purposes today. Emery had traipsed out into the Outer Bazaar to partake in one of his favorite pastimes: dumpster diving. Of course, most Cards would consider the activity far beneath their status, but Emery was the lowest of the low, and digging around in garbage was his only option considering most shops wouldn’t accept the coin he offered. Who would take money from an unmentionable? The Villa/Highlander mix had made it back into the Capital after quite the interesting adventure in the Tulgey. His Esterberry friend had wanted to keep traveling, but Emery wanted to partake in some reconnassiance, and though he didn’t want to admit it, he really wanted to settle his nerves by spending some time in a place he knew like the back of his claws. The City was his domain and Emery had never felt so scared and lost and in the Tulgey. Granted, traveling to the Wood as the first stop on their journey had probably been the most stupid move in the history of Cards, but now he had the experience under his belt and no matter what anyone said, he had survived something most Cards could not. Regardless, some R&R was definitely necessary after that incident, so he was happy to be in the back alleys and less-traveled side streets he considered “home”. Though Xopek never insisted Emery help out, this was his way of contributing to their costs and travels, and really, it was fun as long as you ignored the moldering remains of someone else’s lunch. And what was that awful rotting smell?? Emery had been attempting to fish a journal bound from letter the bottom of a regular treasure trove of a rubbish bin when a few unexpected voices sounded just off the alley. The chipmunk/bird froze- regardless of what rank you were, it would certainly draw attention if he was waist-deep in garbage. He really didn’t want to explain himself. In his struggle to get down from the dumpster, his customary bulky sweater he had stolen from his previous masters had snagged on the rusted edge of the bin and he’d had to abandon it, exposing his rank – forcing him to find a hiding place. Unfortunately for him, he’d been spotted by a young Card before slipping behind an upturned crate, so he bolted down the end of a nearby barrel and hunkered down. Of course, the boy chased him down and was trying to coax him out of the barrel. Dammit. Usually he was quicker on the draw than this, but the kid seemed to pop out of nowhere. The empty streets and heavy scent on the air had lulled him into a false sense of security. It was unlike him to be caught of his guard like this, and now he was trapped. Eventually, the youth was joined by a few other youngsters, who were debating whether or not it was possible for someone to vanish into thin air. Great. Just what he needed. He’d hoped the boggy that had chased him down would get bored, but an imperious voice demanded he come out. Hrmm… his options were definitely limited, but he didn’t fancy getting the tar beat out of him by some entitled brats, and if his last interaction with a kid was any judge, the younger they were, the easier it was to change their minds about their treatment of Aces. The kid was at least entertaining the thought that he could even speak, which was better than most cases. Right. Well, he could talk to them for now and see what happened… Heh. Actually, it is possible for a Card to vanish into thin air, though I wouldn’t say it’s common. And I won’t bite unless I have to, so until I feel it’s safe, I’ll just stay right here, thanks. By the way, I prefer to be called “Emery” if you don’t mind. |
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Post by Kitty on Nov 22, 2010 11:06:43 GMT -5
She forgot about everything for a brief moment when noises came from the barrel. So there really was an Ace in there? She'd never seen one up close, her mothers were both strongly against owning an abomination, especially when they made fantastic coats, hate.s... anything really. Her tufted ears perked up a bit as the creature emerged from the barrel and.... wow, it just didn't look as terrifying as she'd been made to believe.
Can you.....?
She had almost asked it if it could even bite, but she stopped herself. If they weren't dead, like everyone seemed to be more of less agreed on now, then she'd have time to ask it all sorts of agitating questions later. Like, when they weren't being forced to inhale some awful stench.
Well, if we're not dead.... what happened?
She peered around for a moment before resting her gaze on where she had heard that the weird looking highland mix had come from, her little stubby tail twitching with a mix of curiosity and anxiety. That was one of the last places any of them had seen someone else, right?
Should we start looking there? I mean... if the shop keep just.... disappeared....it's worth a look, right?
Not to mention it'd be nice to just get off the street for a bit. Maybe inside smelt less.... peculiar? |
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