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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 8, 2010 1:09:01 GMT -5
Everyone was arguing about the dead Lowlanders. Kelsier felt his ears fold back further and further with every word spoken, felt anger that it seemed no one had really heard his suggestion. They all had to come up with it on their own. His eyes narrowed, slightly. Just because of his lisp... They'd assumed him to be stupid, assumed his words weren't worth anything.
So without saying anything, the boy started to walk towards the light, deciding to take matters into his own hands. Of course, he took a rather... circumventous route around the bodies, finding his stomach had a much harder time dealing with them from up close. By the time he reached the building, Orin and Karrock had made it there as well, and had forced the door open. He shrugged slightly at the pair, abruptly feeling... Silly. He had to keep it under control, just as much as the rest of them. He moved towards the door that seemed to open to the next-door shop, raising a paw to knock lightly at it.
"Too quiet," he muttered, shivering slightly. It seemed like any minute now, someone was going to burst forth from a hiding place and do to them what they had done to all the Lowlanders outside....
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Post by Kitty on Dec 8, 2010 10:23:47 GMT -5
She took the same route as Kelsier, finding it to be probably the best around the bodies. Her fur was bristled, her ears were back and her little stumpy tail was stiff ... this whole situation was moving further and further away from a good one and she didn't like it.
And once she was inside the building with the others? Nope... it didn't make her feel the slightest bit better. She did, however, stick close to Kelsier this time around, finding him to be one of the more reasonable of the boys after the little argument before .... and Karrock was sticking near the bull so that canceled him out for now. Nope, she'd stick close to the stinky kitty versus the others for now.
She peered around the room .... well, if they did hide and survive.... it'd be logical to bolt themselves into a room like that. But on the other hand... did she really want to know what was possibly behind that door?
W-well, now what?
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Post by Callypso on Dec 8, 2010 13:47:59 GMT -5
Emery didn’t bother to hide his irritation or an exasperated eye roll.
If you want to go charging around like an idiot, that’s your business. I’m trying to not get us killed. Whoever murdered these people won’t hesitate to do the same to you just because your coat’s not brown.
Without much further debate, the small group dispersed. Karrock and Orin took a rather direct route to the shop. Literally. They just watched across the street. He grimaced and raked his claw through his mane out of nervousness. Yeah, expose yourself so the world can see you coming. Good grief.
Kelsier at least had some common sense… even if he wasn’t concealing himself as best he could at least he was winding his way through instead of just marching across. He was careful. And Alohilani had followed him, so they’d probably be okay.
The Ace waited at the mouth of the alley until the other Cards had made it a quarter of the way before blazing his own trail. Someone had to act as lookout – if that meant he was the last one across, so be it. Nobody else seemed to be too concerned about being watched, but it just didn’t feel right that a single building would have been left untouched in the chaos. He crept low to the ground, sticking close to the defiled bodies and moving from one corpse to the other- only after taking a look around to make sure they weren’t followed. The smell was foul and his stomach turned unpleasantly but he wasn’t taking any chances. If there was an attempted ambush, he was one less target and could sneak up from behind an unwary attacker.
Luckily, his precautions went unneeded. Good.
By the time he reached the others Orin had already forced the door. He took one last sweeping look of the outside terrain before slipping into the building with his back to the nearest wall. His fur immediately bristled as he entered the room. It looked to be a barber shop and it was pristine.
He nodded in uneasy agreement to Kelsier’s low hiss. Yeah, it’s not right. I don’t like it… Emery kept his voice low and quiet – almost a whisper. It seemed like a setup. Why, with all the carnage outside, was this shop left untouched?
Keeping his back to the wall, he rounded one of the tables, slipping one of the boxes from it. He was curious as to the contents, but was more interested in having something sturdy in his claws if one of the two doors in the room burst open. Well, mayhap that wouldn’t happen… One appeared to be locked tight and the other… the other lead to Ms. Lovett’s wrecked shoppe… He frowned as recollection tickled the back of his brain.
I think… still keeping his voice quiet… this may be Mr. Todd’s place…
His hold on the box tightened.
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Post by Nathalia on Dec 8, 2010 18:29:35 GMT -5
((Kelsier's knock made a louder and more hollow sound than it looks as though it should have...oddly enough, over the course of the next few minutes, the smell of baking will waft in from next door..
The box in Emery's hands slides open as he tilts it and the only thing inside is this. Thin White Cord: This cord looks as though it was once used as a bell pull. Stains from old brass are visible on one end and the other is ragged, fine, and soft. It tingles a little when touched and smells a bit like sulfur. Once touched, the SD in question will find that they are now able to cause a wall of white flowers, dogwood trees, and a small meadow to burst into being for 80 feet around themselves once a week. The meadow is then affixed where it spontaneously grew until it is either removed or dies due to poor placement (such as being inside.) Anyone touching this random meadow will hear the soft ringing of many large bells in the distance and any Cards ranked King of below will be unable to summon any weaponry or any sense of malice while touching it. Fire, unless from a weapon or spell marked up with 200p or more, will not damage the meadow and acid spells are repelled entirely.
The shoppe itself remains deathly silent and the door in the far corner of the room, not the one connecting the two shoppes, seems to wish to remain bolted shut...though no one's really tried to get in, now have they?))
~Nathalia
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Post by Callypso on Dec 13, 2010 15:02:57 GMT -5
((Sorry to disrupt the posting order but I really like this thread! Hope you all don't mind!)) He hadn’t realized it yet, but Emery had been unconsciously spinning and flipping the box over and over between his claws. Upon tilting it in just the right way, the box slid open to reveal a frayed white cord. His eyebrows disappeared into his mane, but he’d long learned not to cry out in surprise. It was yet another trick he learned from the streets. It seemed an odd thing to have secured away, though if this was Mr. Todd’s Shoppe (and the more he looked around the likelier it seemed it was so)… well, the man was an odd duck. Perhaps it held some sentimental value or the man may have been planning to repair something. He poked it gingerly with the tip of his claw, and when it didn’t explode or do anything interesting, he scooped it up for a closer look. It smelt oddly of sulfur. A tingling sensation flickered delicately through his body and the Ace grimaced. He’d never experienced magic before, as his rank had none, but he’d read about things like this before. He just hoped to Hearts the damn thing wasn’t cursed. Well, maybe he could have Xopek take a look at it later and see if he knew anything more, though that would obviously have to wait. He tucked the strange thing between his wing feathers and continued poking around the room. The Villa/Highlander mix scanned the group. No one had moved much, perhaps afraid to disturb the eerie silence that pervaded the shady room. For the first time, Emery noticed the floor was covered in dust and cursed himself and the others for not being more careful upon entry. There were definitely footprints leading toward both doors, but he and the others had mucked them up to sufficiently erase any clues. Still, there was that locked door. He wasn’t really sure he wanted to see what was behind it, but after the bloody mess outside he doubted it could be anything worse that that. We should check out what’s behind that locked door. I can’t promise it’ll be pleasant, but maybe it will help us figure out who murdered all those people or why it’s so strange out. There might be a key hidden somewhere or something to pick the lock with. If this is Mr. Todd’s Shoppe there might be hairpins about. Or a tin waste bin or dustpan – something to smash the lock with.Emery headed toward the back table with the candle. It seemed strange to place it in the back of the room but maybe there was something more important to illuminate on the desk than the rest of the shoppe. As he neared his destination, a light baking smell wafted through the air. Was- was that a scented candle or…
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Post by Nako on Dec 13, 2010 23:15:10 GMT -5
Murder? Who was to say those Lowlanders didn't have it coming? Orin snorted loudly, scanning the room with no small amount of frustration. What were these games? He didn't like it at all.
"Get out of my way."
In retrospect, opening the door might have been a good idea, but Orin made his way right to the door in which the baking smell was coming from and did a whirling buck that any rodeo bull would be envious of, hooves coming in contact with wood to attempt to bust the door open.
Assuming he is successful with the opening of said door, he'd plant his feet firmly and proclaim. "Hey. What's cooking?"
Straight out of an action movie, yo. All we need are helicopters and explosions now.
"He's crazy! Absolutely crazy!" Karrock squeaked, finding a different body to hide behind. Obviously Orin was going to be hazardous to his health.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 14, 2010 11:14:57 GMT -5
She was starting to believe that all of her companions were crazy, then again they were all boys. Her parents warned her about how silly and brash they could be and in any other situation she'd simply roll her eyes at the trio and be on her way. But this definitely wasn't a normal situation and they would probably keep her from getting eaten or something by.... something. At the very least they'd get eaten first, right? Yeah .... maybe.
she crept away for a moment and stopped in front of the bolted door, sniffing it delicately. The other one smelt like baking, maybe there was a little scent on this one to? However, delicate investigation wasn't on the agenda today and there was suddenly quite a noisy sound.
She jumped up and backwards, every hair on his body standing on end when the bull busted through that other door. Instantly her claws shot out of their furry sheathes and she couldn't fight back the hiss that erupted from her throat. And then the situation fully processed and she relaxed, but not before turning a rather deep shade of crimson that her primarily white fur just didn't hide. Damn it ... she'd made an idiot out of herself... damn it all.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 16, 2010 2:43:59 GMT -5
Things really weren't getting better. The house was eerie and wrong, and Kelsier was starting to get the shivers. With his mask on, he was as oblivious to the smells of baking as he'd been to the smell of death, and his ears lowered when the other members of the party started to talk about it.
Just weird. The whole thing. He did his best to ignore the others, making a slow circuit around the room to try and hunt out any hints. There was a cabinet that he pushed open with a paw, slowly sticking his head in and stretching his neck out so he could better see everything inside. Nothing immediately popped out, but there was a lot of dust inside. Maybe he couldn't smell ghosts baking, but he could at least get away with not sneezing in a situation like that.
So he withdrew his head, giving it a good shake to get the residual dust loose, then turned his attention to the drawers. He pulled one open, looking for any sign of a key or anything that might help them get into the room that was barricaded shut.
A resounding crash broke his attention away from his investigations, and he jerked his head around - almost smacking it against the drawer he'd been looking through in the process. The fur along the back of his neck stood on end and he jumped again when the Lakelander with them hissed - not a happy sound at all! "Sssssuitsss!" he hissed all on his own, naturally hissing voice only adding to the effect. "Well, they know we're here now." That settled it. The Bull was insane.
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Post by Callypso on Dec 16, 2010 13:22:50 GMT -5
Emery had left the other Cards to their own devices, which had seemed to mean Karrock cowering behind the bull and Alohilani looking nervous and irritated at the rest of them. Only Kelsier seemed to be doing any thorough investigating but at least the Ace wasn’t completely alone in his endeavors.
He had just been checking out the candle for any special properties and had run his claws along the table-top for anything interesting. He was in the midst of opening a cupboard when the explosion of noise erupted from the other end of the shop. Emery’s head jerked towards the source of the sound. Orin was standing in a pile of rubble that was once the door, looked cocky and triumphant.
All at once, the Ace found himself wracked with simultaneous anger, fear and extreme irritation at the Jossigy. Even if they never found the Lowlanders’ murderer, he might have to put the bull out of his misery himself – the sheer stupidity! What was he thinking?!
The Selkie’s loud hissing didn’t help matters much. The Ace’s eyes spanned the shop space to briefly meet Kelsier’s and nodded, the Boggie’s spoken thoughts echoing Emery’s silent ones. Moron!
Within a few broad and silent strides Emery crossed the floor and leveled his beak barely inches away from Orin’s snout, his body trembling with poorly suppressed rage. Meeting the bull’s gaze straight on, his voice issued soft and dangerous through tightly clenched teeth:
Gee, you think the whole neighborhood heard? The hell’s the matter with you?! In case you’ve forgotten, there are lunatics out slaughtering people! If you’ve got a death wish, issue it on your own time – when you’re not putting everyone else in danger.
Emery’s fur bristled, claws clenched tight in fists. Oh, how he wanted to wipe that imperious look from the bull’s face. It was bad enough when he had earlier marched to the shop from the alley without a care in the world, exposing their position, but this? The fool might as well have started a bonfire and start singing the Jossigy national anthem! He'd completely blown any stealth they might have had. Was he cracked or just so full of himself he thought he was invincible? Either way, he was mucking everything up.
By the way, that door wasn’t locked. Use your head next time, genius.
He rolled his eyes as he thought to himself, If we make it to a "next time"...
He stepped around the bull, ignoring his reaction, to survey whatever was left of Mrs. Lovett’s shop. There was nothing to be done about Orin’s brash behavior now, but as long as the door was open they might as well check out the space. Provided they didn’t have uninvited guests, that is.
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Post by Nathalia on Dec 17, 2010 19:45:28 GMT -5
((The broken door crumpled well before Orrin, considering that it was little more than plywood. The shoppe is most definitely that of Mrs. Lovett...or at least...it was[/b]. Though it doesn't appear too badly damaged, everything does look as though it was rifled through and many little things behind the counter have been opened and strewn about messily. A large pool of blood in the middle of the shoppe shows that the poor pie-lady was attacked in here first, large tracks in the blood lead out the broken door into the street, looks like they were made by a Bird or Bird hybrid. The shoppe smells like blood and...baking? A rather pleasant baking smell wafts through the entire place, a bit like meat pies and spice. Seems like it might be coming from the basement...shame the heavy counter was pushed in front of that door. In the glass case are a few things that aren't destroyed completely, a little chocolate pumpkin, some flavored rice cakes, and one or two meat pies. Well, Mrs. Lovett was a sweet lady...and seeing as she's dead now, no one would really mind if these went missing would they? Nah. Take them if you will. Otherwise, the shoppe looks fairly barren and the counters are full of trash and smashed items...could still do with a rifling around though...but...that cooking smell is becoming disturbing...[/i]))
~Nathalia
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