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Post by Machaeus on Mar 19, 2007 19:25:23 GMT -5
"Better yet, I can port us to a 'haunted' house in the area," Machaeus smirks, using air quotes for "haunted". "The locals avoid the place, so we can go out the secret entrance and no one will know." "Where is this entrance located?" Urufu asks. "An unused dumpster. If you're wondering, I make sure it stays clean with a warding spell." "And why do you care?" "Because it's a node - an area teeming with magical energy. I go there sometimes to meditate. The magic there makes nonmagical people afraid of it with false apparitions. It's a strong enough node that it sometimes unlocks innate magic in a person."
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Post by Jessie Winkler on Mar 20, 2007 14:52:36 GMT -5
"Hmm... intresting. Do you know if Jackie and I will be able to go there?" Jessie asked.
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Post by Machaeus on Mar 20, 2007 17:48:09 GMT -5
"It's a portal. It works for anyone unless they have an antimagic field cast upon them."
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Post by Ash on Mar 21, 2007 15:49:34 GMT -5
"Mach,you should open a travel agency." He took a deep breath and continued. "Well,I´m ready.What about you?"
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Post by Jessie Winkler on Mar 21, 2007 17:14:26 GMT -5
"Well, we're definetly not antimagic. Let's go." Jessie says.
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Post by Machaeus on Mar 21, 2007 23:55:49 GMT -5
The group arrives in a dusty old house. It looks to be made of wood - how it's standing is beyond you. "The node's effects," Machaeus says, "Keep this otherwise rickety structure standing." A pale man strides out of one wall and into another. "Don't worry, if he is real he doesn't even notice us unless we try to talk to him." "Good, because otherwise my pants would need a washer," Urufu says rather bluntly. "Yuck. Now, the secret entrance-exit should be near the bookcase," Machaeus says, walking to the bookcase on the right. He taps the wall, then pulls a couple books. "Where was it?" he wonders. "You forgot?" Urufu asks. "Because I haven't been here in a while." Machaeus finally finds the passageway, and they are soon on the streets. The area is grungy, the sky is brown, and there is a bar nearby. "Adventures usually begin in taverns," Urufu says with a grin. "You and your Dungeons & Dragons," the warlock sighs, shaking his head. Noticing that his pal is already entering, he shrugs and goes after him.
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Post by Ash on Mar 22, 2007 17:48:22 GMT -5
Ash entered the bar right after Urufu without a second thought. But inside,it feelt like the everyone was looking at them.Somehow he understood these people. "I think you were right about what you said.You know.The weird and suicidal thing...",he whispered.
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Post by tachyon on Mar 22, 2007 18:41:45 GMT -5
The bar's bouncer, a massive man who looked like he just won a fight with a tank but lost one with a tattoo artist, steps in front of the group. "What do you lot want?" he says gruffly.
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Post by Machaeus on Mar 22, 2007 19:46:46 GMT -5
Urufu glares at him, then, suddenly at the bar, stabs his sword point into the floor as he leans on the counter. "A friend of ours has a score to settle with a 'Xacio 555'. How do we find him?" Everyone's eyes widen, and they quickly go back to their drinks. The bartender raises both eyebrows. "Let them in. If they survived Xacio, they're too much for you." The bouncer lets them in, glancing at the group warily. "Guess our pal has a reputation," Urufu says. "Got an Ego Slaughterer?" "You fought Xacio and lived, and you want an Ego Slaughterer?!" the bartender asks. "What the h3ll are you?!" "Werewolf." He laughs after a second. "I'm kidding, kidding." "I doubt it," the man smirks under his breath - just enough for Urufu to hear. Upon seeing the boy's ears twitch, he nods. "I thought so. Not much gets past me, boy - you'd better learn that now." (Ego Slaughterer is made-up, btw. I'll post it in the Terms section.)
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Post by tachyon on Mar 22, 2007 19:56:13 GMT -5
The bouncer looks in awe at the group. "Cor! You lot fought of dat bloke 'an came out alive?!" he shoves a big tattooed fist into his pockect and retrieves some money. He gives it to the bar tender. "Dis ones on me lad." (ok guys thats it for me, im on holidays now. im comming back on april 4th, untill then i will try to find a net cafe or a relatives computer. see you all later
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Post by Machaeus on Mar 23, 2007 16:28:52 GMT -5
Urufu looks at the bouncer. "Thanks." He then shrugs. "So, where is this guy, or if you don't know, can you tell me about someone who does?" "A man called Nikky the Nose. Big schnozz. He can tell you anything about the criminal underworld. Finding him is the problem. He may be in an alley one minute, then halfway across town the next. He usually shows up around black market shops, though." "Thanks. Where's the nearest black market shop, then?" "Near doesn't describe it. It's about three miles to the south, but only criminals, super-powered criminals, and the Mafia go there. The Mafia actually lives there." "Mafia, eh?" Urufu asks. "So how would one go about finding this guy?" "He's actually in broad daylight. He sets up his shop in the middle of the street." The bartender hands Urufu his drink, and is surprised when he downs it in one gulp. "You realize that you're attracting attention. Do that downtown and you'll be in trouble." "I'll keep that in mind," Urufu nods, biting his lip from the strength of the drink. "Meaning that I'd better change my outfit," Machaeus says. He's still dressed in his usual robe, but with a snap of his fingers he's in a black shirt with dark grey pants. Many of the customers gasp or otherwise recoil. "What? Never seen a mage do his work before?" he asks with a grin. "The Mafia is supposed to have a magic-using super-criminal as its second-in-command," the bartender snorts. "We don't take kindly to magic around here because of him." "My apologies. I wouldn't have done that if I had known that." "You already caused trouble, mage," one of the customers says. "You ain't Machaeus, are ya?" Mach is taken aback. "How do you know my name?" "The guy who runs the Mafia swore vengeance against you." "What the - who - " It comes crashing down on him after a second. "Garuu'Shak." "Who?" "Really powerful demon. I sealed him away a long time ago, but he broke free. Now he's angry at me." "Then you'd better leave," the bouncer says coldly. "This is not going to be a warzone, got it?" The group leaves, but they at least have a lead.
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Post by tachyon on Apr 24, 2007 18:58:26 GMT -5
Following the bartenders directions, the group find Nikky's shop wedged between a graffiti covered liquor store and an abandoned Italian delicatessen. The flickering holo-sign above the door says "Venetti Pawnbrokers: We buy anything.". The through the steel-barred window various items ranging from books, holo TVs and golf clubs to knives, handguns and an old EDF tactical vest. A sticker on the inside of the window reads "Insured by Mafia; You hit me, we hit you.", another says that "Shoplifters will be executed!".
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Post by Ash on Apr 25, 2007 18:22:15 GMT -5
"Mach.What will you do against this Demon...Mafia...Leader-thingy?",Ash asks as he reads the stickers behind the windows. Maybe he shouldn´t interfere,but...Machaeus helped him more than he could ever pay him back.He shakes his head as he grabs the doorknob. "Whatever you do...you can count on me.",he says and enters the shop.He looks around and examines an old EDF-vest. "Im pretty sure he didn´t found it lying around on the street...",he mumbles.
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Post by tachyon on Apr 26, 2007 5:20:41 GMT -5
The shop is a lot bigger on the inside than it looks from the outside. Two long shelves in the middle divide the shop into 3 distinct aisles, on the left are large whitegoods, holoTVs, computers, software and electronic media. In the centre are miscilanious items; books, kitchenware, clothing, a battered electric guitar and amp, golfclubs and a billards set to name a few. The right aisle is where the action is at. It was covered in weapons. From favourites like the Colt M1911A1s to Beretta M1951s, old SIG SG550s to the latest Zetrevich ZP-7000, half the wall was dedicated to the ubiquitous AKM-187s (visually identical to all the previous AKM weapons right back to the now highly collectable and very rare AK-47), every amunition for every job, knives and swords, tactical vests and armour, and, the Pièce de résistance, mounted on the wall at end of the aisle, an M45A15 miningun. A small hand written sign hung from the trigger guard, it read "If you have to ask, you can't afford it." The back wall was a solid steel structure whos only opening were an equally well armoured door and another barred window, behind which was a desk, chair, computer and a half-eaten sandwich. There was on of those 'ring for service' bells on the counter.
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Post by Ash on Apr 26, 2007 17:35:58 GMT -5
Ash wonders how the owner of the shop got all this weapons. He walks straight towards the counter and rings the small bell which is in front of him two times. While he waits for someone to show up,he continues to look around the shop. A small sign at a minigun caught his interest.With help from the built-in zoom device he reads the sign out aloud.
"If you have to ask,you cant..." He stops and rings the bell again,before he grabs it and slams it on the counter several times. "Hello?!?Customers!""Anybody here???",he shouts.
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