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Post by Kuat on Sept 17, 2008 19:31:20 GMT -8
A patch of tar? Those damned neighbors. It must be them, with their drug dealin', and hippity-hop playing. A pox on they who sully these halls! That smell, as well, seems to hint at other darker activities! Are they cleaning their latest kill? Or maybe it was needed as a reagent to brew some potent chemical of which they use to wisk themselves off to lands of sin! Well, I for one will not tolerate it! That tar must go, so wish to I hurry back inside (after I properly dispose of the garbage in the correct recepticle) to rid the halls of it with my trusty mop. |
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 7, 2008 16:55:23 GMT -8
While Patrick is examining the body, he smells a strong scent of ammonia. Before he has a chance to question what is happening, a pair of dark, tar covered claws grasp his face and chest. It's smell is so strong, he outright faints. "Yes," I reply, smirking and clenching my pipe closely. "Let's." The both of your are just a bout to head outside. But suddenly a get a great whiff of ammonia. It appears to be emminating from the corner of the restaraunt. You manage to spy a man wearing a hooded-sweater. It seems to have a logo of a sports team you don't really care about. And he is covered in tar, but no one else seems to notice. A patch of tar? Those damned neighbors. It must be them, with their drug dealin', and hippity-hop playing. A pox on they who sully these halls! That smell, as well, seems to hint at other darker activities! Are they cleaning their latest kill? Or maybe it was needed as a reagent to brew some potent chemical of which they use to wisk themselves off to lands of sin! Well, I for one will not tolerate it! That tar must go, so wish to I hurry back inside (after I properly dispose of the garbage in the correct recepticle) to rid the halls of it with my trusty mop. You step outside the door and see a dead body covered in a pool of blood. The body is lieing on it's back, the shirt is heavily stained with blood and appears slightly torn and dirty on parts that miraculously managed to remain free of crimson dying. It looks like the throat of this person was torn out. You notice a glimmering object next to the body. |
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Post by The Dankness on Oct 7, 2008 18:05:58 GMT -8
The both of your are just a bout to head outside. But suddenly a get a great whiff of ammonia. It appears to be emminating from the corner of the restaraunt. You manage to spy a man wearing a hooded-sweater. It seems to have a logo of a sports team you don't really care about. And he is covered in tar, but no one else seems to notice. Ignoring Marino, I take the pipe out of my coat and clench it tight, ready to use it if need be. "Hey!" I shout at the strange man in the hooded sweater. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here!?" |
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 9, 2008 12:40:35 GMT -8
Ignoring Marino, I take the pipe out of my coat and clench it tight, ready to use it if need be. "Hey!" I shout at the strange man in the hooded sweater. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here!?" He looks up at you. For a moment, you both stare at each other, creating an awkward silence in the restaurant before he recovers and shouts to himself, "Oh, shit!". He proceeds to leap out the window. |
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Post by The Dankness on Oct 9, 2008 13:18:27 GMT -8
He looks up at you. For a moment, you both stare at each other, creating an awkward silence in the restaurant before he recovers and shouts to himself, "Oh, shit!". He proceeds to leap out the window. I leap out the window after him as fast as I can, swinging the pipe at his legs whenever I get close enough, attempting to knock him down. |
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 9, 2008 13:27:10 GMT -8
I leap out the window after him as fast as I can, swinging the pipe at his legs whenever I get close enough, attempting to knock him down. Marino rolls his eyes and tries to conduct business as usual as you chase after him. Holy crap, he's a fast mother-f-erThe hooded stranger is sprinting at almost unhuman speeds. He is able to stay out of the reach of your pipe. But still, your able to keep up well enough. As the stranger is running, he is leaving footprints of black tar. You both run through the city as the stranger desperately find some means of escape. You constantly swing for his legs, each swipe unsuccessful. Not only that, but you probably hit 3 random people unintentionally. As if by instinct, the stranger makes a quick turn into an alleyway. |
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Post by Kuat on Oct 9, 2008 19:33:24 GMT -8
You step outside the door and see a dead body covered in a pool of blood. The body is lieing on it's back, the shirt is heavily stained with blood and appears slightly torn and dirty on parts that miraculously managed to remain free of crimson dying. It looks like the throat of this person was torn out. You notice a glimmering object next to the body. After a short gagging session, I take another look at the body. First, I think I'll take a look at the body to see if I recognize this person. Then, I'll call the proper authorities... ..after, of course, checking the shiny object. Wouldn't want the officers missing anything important. So, I'll check it first. |
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 9, 2008 21:13:26 GMT -8
After a short gagging session, I take another look at the body. First, I think I'll take a look at the body to see if I recognize this person. Then, I'll call the proper authorities... ..after, of course, checking the shiny object. Wouldn't want the officers missing anything important. So, I'll check it first. You vomit over the steps leading to your apartment. Then you go on to examine the body. It doesn't appear to be anyone you recognize. Interesting, there seems to be no emotion in his face, almost as if he died then and there, and didn't even get a chance to react. You then pick up the ring and examine it. It's a rather large gold ring. There seems to something resembling a dial at the top. It looks like you can indeed turn it. A strong scent of ammonia fills the air. You turn to your left, and notice a man in a hood, running for dear life. Another man, wearing a trenchcoat and brandishing a pipe, is in close pursuit. |
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Post by Kuat on Oct 10, 2008 15:23:32 GMT -8
After a short gagging session, I take another look at the body. First, I think I'll take a look at the body to see if I recognize this person. Then, I'll call the proper authorities... ..after, of course, checking the shiny object. Wouldn't want the officers missing anything important. So, I'll check it first. You vomit over the steps leading to your apartment. Then you go on to examine the body. It doesn't appear to be anyone you recognize. Interesting, there seems to be no emotion in his face, almost as if he died then and there, and didn't even get a chance to react. You then pick up the ring and examine it. It's a rather large gold ring. There seems to something resembling a dial at the top. It looks like you can indeed turn it. A strong scent of ammonia fills the air. You turn to your left, and notice a man in a hood, running for dear life. Another man, wearing a trenchcoat and brandishing a pipe, is in close pursuit. Oh, my! Goodness gracious me! Those two hooligans are really at it! I better avoid them. This smell is also most disconcerting, and I think more complex things are afoot than I had thought. I'll go back inside to grab my coat and proper clothes, and get out of the vicinity as quickly as possible. After I'm a safe distance (free of ruffians and that smell), I'll contact the local health officials, as well as my constabulary. Meanwhile, I idly twist the dial on the ring while I go back to my dwelling. |
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Post by Muramasa on Oct 13, 2008 23:59:12 GMT -8
Oh, my! Goodness gracious me! Those two hooligans are really at it! I better avoid them. This smell is also most disconcerting, and I think more complex things are afoot than I had thought. I'll go back inside to grab my coat and proper clothes, and get out of the vicinity as quickly as possible. After I'm a safe distance (free of ruffians and that smell), I'll contact the local health officials, as well as my constabulary. Meanwhile, I idly twist the dial on the ring while I go back to my dwelling. You turn the dial just before the hooded man and the trench coat man pass you. Suddenly, everything gets hazy. The walls of the other building begin to take on a smoke-like quality and then disappear. You notice that you can't really move as well, but can only watch as the world begins to disappear in a puff of smoke. You all are standing in total darkness for a moment, then a gentle scene of a living room modeled in a retro-50's fashion begins to fade in. You are standing in the doorway. The two men do not appear to be there anymore. Can't help but to find the scenario kinda funny actuallyLooking over to the left, you see a old man in a fine suit. He is sitting next to a chess board, the game seems to still be in progress. It looks like he's waiting for someone's move. |
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Post by The Dankness on Oct 14, 2008 12:32:35 GMT -8
Marino rolls his eyes and tries to conduct business as usual as you chase after him. Holy crap, he's a fast mother-f-erThe hooded stranger is sprinting at almost unhuman speeds. He is able to stay out of the reach of your pipe. But still, your able to keep up well enough. As the stranger is running, he is leaving footprints of black tar. You both run through the city as the stranger desperately find some means of escape. You constantly swing for his legs, each swipe unsuccessful. Not only that, but you probably hit 3 random people unintentionally. As if by instinct, the stranger makes a quick turn into an alleyway. I don't turn into the alley straightaway. I stop at the entrance and look down it, surveying it quickly for any additional dangers for a few moments, prepared to continue my pursuit at any second. |
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Post by Kuat on Aug 19, 2009 19:27:12 GMT -8
Comon storyteller, let's get this tale back on track
Jarred by the transition, as I come to my senses, I'm more perplexed by the man than the chase. I wish to observe status of the chessboard, as well as further examine this well dressed individual. I must ask him where he got that dapper ensemble!
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Post by Muramasa on Aug 21, 2009 23:29:17 GMT -8
I don't turn into the alley straightaway. I stop at the entrance and look down it, surveying it quickly for any additional dangers for a few moments, prepared to continue my pursuit at any second. You continue your pursuit. The hooded man runs into the center of the alley, and then pauses over the body of the dead man. He begins to stick his hand into the group. Black tar begins to erupt from the spot, until the man is surrounded by a pool of it. Both the body and the hooded fellow begins to sink into the ground, until there is nothing left but a foul smelling pool of tar. Jarred by the transition, as I come to my senses, I'm more perplexed by the man than the chase. I wish to observe status of the chessboard, as well as further examine this well dressed individual. I must ask him where he got that dapper ensemble! The dapper fellow speaks. "I may be inclined to help you, perhaps over a game of chess?" |
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Post by Kuat on Aug 22, 2009 7:33:05 GMT -8
The dapper fellow speaks. "I may be inclined to help you, perhaps over a game of chess?" I waste no time in considering his offer. The game of kings and generals is always a joy for the intellectual such as myself. "Why yes good sir, I'd be thrilled." I have not lost my senses, and this situation is bizarre to the extreme, but I think acting confused and demanding at this point will not get me as far as accommodating this mysterious stranger's humble request. "Mind if I have a seat?" |
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Post by The Dankness on Aug 22, 2009 13:09:28 GMT -8
You continue your pursuit. The hooded man runs into the center of the alley, and then pauses over the body of the dead man. He begins to stick his hand into the group. Black tar begins to erupt from the spot, until the man is surrounded by a pool of it. Both the body and the hooded fellow begins to sink into the ground, until there is nothing left but a foul smelling pool of tar. I run forward, jumping onto the pool of tar, attempting to follow the man down to wherever he may have gone, holding my nose, closing my eyes and mouth in anticipation, still clutching the pipe in the other hand. |
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Post by Muramasa on Aug 22, 2009 15:57:15 GMT -8
I waste no time in considering his offer. The game of kings and generals is always a joy for the intellectual such as myself. "Why yes good sir, I'd be thrilled." I have not lost my senses, and this situation is bizarre to the extreme, but I think acting confused and demanding at this point will not get me as far as accommodating this mysterious stranger's humble request. "Mind if I have a seat?" The man nods his head in approval, and you sit down. It looks like his king's bishop is exposed. "So, do you have the ring?" the man inquires. I run forward, jumping onto the pool of tar, attempting to follow the man down to wherever he may have gone, holding my nose, closing my eyes and mouth in anticipation, still clutching the pipe in the other hand. Before you know it, the smell of ammonia fills your nostrils, and you feel every part of your body beginning to burn. But almost instantaneously, all sensations cease. Then, you notice an itching on your eyelids. |
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Post by The Dankness on Aug 22, 2009 16:02:21 GMT -8
Before you know it, the smell of ammonia fills your nostrils, and you feel every part of your body beginning to burn. But almost instantaneously, all sensations cease. Then, you notice an itching on your eyelids. I reach up with my free hand to rub my still-closed eyes, hoping to relieve the itching, still clutching the pipe tightly in my other hand. I keep my mouth closed in the meantime. |
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Post by Muramasa on Aug 24, 2009 1:49:04 GMT -8
I reach up with my free hand to rub my still-closed eyes, hoping to relieve the itching, still clutching the pipe tightly in my other hand. I keep my mouth closed in the meantime. You rub your eyelids to try to relieve the itching, but it only seems to get worse. As you are rubbing, you notice a flap of skin over your eyelids. The itching does not seem to stop. |
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Post by Kuat on Aug 25, 2009 13:09:49 GMT -8
The man nods his head in approval, and you sit down. It looks like his king's bishop is exposed. "So, do you have the ring?" the man inquires. I begin to regard this individual more cautiously. "Good sir, before we discuss rings or various other baubles, maybe introductions are in order." Clearing my throat, I introduce myself. "Pardon my manners! I am Brian Phineas Pharnsworth, a writer by trade." I reach my hand out in greetings. I wish to also inspect the area more thoroughly. What sort of chairs, is there anything specific about the man that would raise alarms, things of that nature. |
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Post by Muramasa on Aug 26, 2009 11:42:50 GMT -8
I begin to regard this individual more cautiously. "Good sir, before we discuss rings or various other baubles, maybe introductions are in order." Clearing my throat, I introduce myself. "Pardon my manners! I am Brian Phineas Pharnsworth, a writer by trade." I reach my hand out in greetings. I wish to also inspect the area more thoroughly. What sort of chairs, is there anything specific about the man that would raise alarms, things of that nature. "Of course," he responds. "I am Archibald Kronkite. I'm a guide and assistant for those who combat the Dark Forces...by trade." He takes your hand, gives it a firm grip, and shakes it. But he never removes his gaze from the chess board. As you are doing so, you examine the room. The chair Archibald is sitting on is a Regal chair, topped with blue vinyl cushion. As with most chairs of that decade, there are no arm rests. The table is a simple steel table with 3 legs. The man interrupts your examination. "Are you usually this careful?" He never removes his sight from the chess board. You continue your examination of the area and the man. Nothing really stands out about either, but you can't seem to find a bathroom or a kitchen. |
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