Evercity : Chapter 1 - Hellooooooooooooooooooo - Page 3

Spiritkilla · 03-01-2006, 12:53 PM

"Red alert men. MOVE OUT!"

"Damn it they got through sir!"

"We aint giving up with out a fight!"

Then the shadow came at him with terrifying claws..........

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"Huh?" He woke up confused before figuring out this it must have been a dream. He rose up as the water around his went over the tub.

"What is this? Tubs haven't been used for years."

He looked around the room bewildered and perplexed at what he saw. He turned to see his armour and rifle. He walked over and put his clothing on.

"It feels good to be home" He said to himself in a sarcastic tone.

He tried to turn on his weapon but it was broken.

"Damn it. The core is broke I better see if I can get another one." He decided to walk out of the apartment and out of the building.

Revenant · 03-01-2006, 05:42 PM

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. And it wasn't every day you got to speak with a king. Following behind the others, Roland only mulled over what the merchant had said: "You are both dead."

Raland certainly didn't feel dead, and he certainly didn't remember it actually happening. He was eating healthy, exercising a bit too little, and his immune system was said to work at an above average level. It couldn't have been a sudden stroke or the like, and diseases certainly didn't work that fast.

It could have only been that street gang, but they were unarmed, if memory served. Well, no use fretting about a dream. Roland quickly dispelled his fears, despite the little voice at the back of his head, saying it recognized something...
(OOC: So, will you take Prismatic's(?) advice and make a discussion thread, or are ya gonna leave it?)

Marblehead Johnson · 03-01-2006, 05:54 PM

(I thought we had a discussion thread... not sure why they'd prefer having two threads, when we already have one...)

adcon00 · 03-01-2006, 05:58 PM

((That was a sign-up thread. You have to label the disscussion thread.))

Revenant · 03-01-2006, 05:58 PM

(Apparently, as soon as it hits 100 posts, it's a blemish on the face of the fair Earth.

And the current one is intended as a sign-up, I suppose.)

Marblehead Johnson · 03-01-2006, 05:59 PM

(ok)

Inbred Chocobo · 03-01-2006, 06:05 PM

OOC: Could you keep completely OOC things in the discussion thread? I mean, thats what its there for.

IC: Gerard was just baffled by the hieght these buildings stood. It was just monstorous on how these great grey towers loomed in the sky. "Good God." Gerard said to himself as he stared into the sky.

Then he heard voices, and not just any voices. Many were in tongues he didn't understand, yet they all had one thing in common. The voices mostly belong to those of sellers, trying to make a measly profit. That was easy to tell just by the tone. Though he proceded to explore it, no use staring at the sky all day.

Marblehead Johnson · 03-03-2006, 12:58 PM

"�Usted habla espa�ol! La derecha de la estancia all�..."

Carlos slowed down, hearing the voice echo from down one of the many narrow alleys. Were there no broad streets in this place? It was designed by madmen... and why was everything grey?

Carlos was more than a little startled to see a small, dark-skinned Asian woman round the corner. Her dress was dull gray fabric with a criss-cross of vibrant yellow and red sashes, made all the brighter by the contrast. He was even more startled when she said, in excellent Spanish, "You must be new here."

She did not look like the Japanese women he had seen on TV, and in Hollywood movies. She was less... dainty, was the only word he could think of. She looked like she was a farmhand, except for the clothes. (for the sake of expediency, we'll talk in English in-forum).

"If you would care to follow me, I will try to explain things around here. My name is Torasanpe."

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Davik marched angrily out of the gray apartment building, and into a narrow grey alley. Turning sideways, his broad shoulders almost scraped both sides. "Bottleneck," he thought, his military mind still working. There were echoes bouncing around everywhere, and at both ends of his alley he could see cross-alleys, in between the mish-mash of building styles.

One voice rose above the others, in some foreign language, definitely from in front of him, and to the right. He set out to find the source.

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Roland and Jason followed the effeminate Willy through the Bazaar, the strange mixture of dull grays and vibrant colors distracting to the eye. "This is our monthly trading day, you are fortunatete to have arrived at such an auspicious occaision. It will make the King's day."

Soon they left the bazaar behind, and were again in the narrow alleys. It made Roland somewhat nervous, since the last time he was in a narrow alley he got a shiv in the heart, but Willy seemed unconcerned, and dim sunlight filtered down from above. The alley widened, and they came to a heavily decorated grey... longhouse? Jason blinked three times, seeing the Viking great-house in between the much larger, and more contemporary buildings. Red and blue streamers mixed in with the grey streamers, indicating that this place was most definitely of importance.

"This way, this way," Willy said, stepping through the narrow, but high, main door.

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Gerard wandered into the Bazaar, seeing people trading everything imaginable, and several of the items were naturally colored, as everything he himself now wore. He recieved several strange looks, but none of the calls were addressed to him yet.

OOC: Mason, come on down, boy-o.

Monoxx · 03-03-2006, 01:30 PM

"Could you please explain me where am I? And what am I doing here?" Carlos asked. He started thinking about it being a joke, hell, heaven, a military facility, area 51, some new hospital.
(OOC: I'll write things that are supossed to be in spanish in italics. And I'll post in monday, when I get back to my place)

CallmePrismatic · 03-03-2006, 03:46 PM

Artemis became bored with the upward climb and eventually made his way down the building by using the fire escape, taking in the grand cityscape vistas, still not believing they were anything more than vivid imaginings.

Finally he was on the ground floor, among a world of grey and splotches of color, like the screwdriver he still held in his hand.

03-01-2006, 12:53 PM	#21
Spiritkilla Life, death all wrapped into one. Join Date: Jan 2006 Posts: 22	"Red alert men. MOVE OUT!" "Damn it they got through sir!" "We aint giving up with out a fight!" Then the shadow came at him with terrifying claws.......... ------------------------------------------------------------ "Huh?" He woke up confused before figuring out this it must have been a dream. He rose up as the water around his went over the tub. "What is this? Tubs haven't been used for years." He looked around the room bewildered and perplexed at what he saw. He turned to see his armour and rifle. He walked over and put his clothing on. "It feels good to be home" He said to himself in a sarcastic tone. He tried to turn on his weapon but it was broken. "Damn it. The core is broke I better see if I can get another one." He decided to walk out of the apartment and out of the building. __________________ I am what I am, and what I am needs no excuses.

03-01-2006, 05:42 PM	#22
Revenant Blackfly, the little blackfly... Join Date: Feb 2006 Posts: 26	Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. And it wasn't every day you got to speak with a king. Following behind the others, Roland only mulled over what the merchant had said: "You are both dead." Raland certainly didn't feel dead, and he certainly didn't remember it actually happening. He was eating healthy, exercising a bit too little, and his immune system was said to work at an above average level. It couldn't have been a sudden stroke or the like, and diseases certainly didn't work that fast. It could have only been that street gang, but they were unarmed, if memory served. Well, no use fretting about a dream. Roland quickly dispelled his fears, despite the little voice at the back of his head, saying it recognized something... (OOC: So, will you take Prismatic's(?) advice and make a discussion thread, or are ya gonna leave it?) Last edited by Revenant; 03-01-2006 at 05:50 PM.

03-01-2006, 05:58 PM	#24
adcon00 The Storyteller Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: You want to know here I live? Why? Posts: 24	((That was a sign-up thread. You have to label the disscussion thread.)) __________________ I'm ashamed of what I did for a klondike bar....

03-01-2006, 05:54 PM	#23
Marblehead Johnson Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Feb 2006 Posts: 88	(I thought we had a discussion thread... not sure why they'd prefer having two threads, when we already have one...)

03-01-2006, 05:59 PM	#26
Marblehead Johnson Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Feb 2006 Posts: 88	(ok)

03-03-2006, 12:58 PM	#28
Marblehead Johnson Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Feb 2006 Posts: 88	"�Usted habla espa�ol! La derecha de la estancia all�..." Carlos slowed down, hearing the voice echo from down one of the many narrow alleys. Were there no broad streets in this place? It was designed by madmen... and why was everything grey? Carlos was more than a little startled to see a small, dark-skinned Asian woman round the corner. Her dress was dull gray fabric with a criss-cross of vibrant yellow and red sashes, made all the brighter by the contrast. He was even more startled when she said, in excellent Spanish, "You must be new here." She did not look like the Japanese women he had seen on TV, and in Hollywood movies. She was less... dainty, was the only word he could think of. She looked like she was a farmhand, except for the clothes. (for the sake of expediency, we'll talk in English in-forum). "If you would care to follow me, I will try to explain things around here. My name is Torasanpe." ---------------------- Davik marched angrily out of the gray apartment building, and into a narrow grey alley. Turning sideways, his broad shoulders almost scraped both sides. "Bottleneck," he thought, his military mind still working. There were echoes bouncing around everywhere, and at both ends of his alley he could see cross-alleys, in between the mish-mash of building styles. One voice rose above the others, in some foreign language, definitely from in front of him, and to the right. He set out to find the source. -------------- Roland and Jason followed the effeminate Willy through the Bazaar, the strange mixture of dull grays and vibrant colors distracting to the eye. "This is our monthly trading day, you are fortunatete to have arrived at such an auspicious occaision. It will make the King's day." Soon they left the bazaar behind, and were again in the narrow alleys. It made Roland somewhat nervous, since the last time he was in a narrow alley he got a shiv in the heart, but Willy seemed unconcerned, and dim sunlight filtered down from above. The alley widened, and they came to a heavily decorated grey... longhouse? Jason blinked three times, seeing the Viking great-house in between the much larger, and more contemporary buildings. Red and blue streamers mixed in with the grey streamers, indicating that this place was most definitely of importance. "This way, this way," Willy said, stepping through the narrow, but high, main door. -------------------- Gerard wandered into the Bazaar, seeing people trading everything imaginable, and several of the items were naturally colored, as everything he himself now wore. He recieved several strange looks, but none of the calls were addressed to him yet. OOC: Mason, come on down, boy-o.