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War-overlord
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posted December 30, 2010 03:19 PM |
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Stef did not take his hand yet.
"It seems you do not get it. Your doing this alone, to prove your goodwill. I'm giving you the 24 hours to get the results."
Then Stef did take his hand and shake it.
"And don't involve that rat, Harry. I've got other things planned for him."
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wog_edn
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The Nothingness
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posted December 30, 2010 04:02 PM |
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Jonas frowned. "Well, he's brought me mostly trouble. So do what you wish." For now. he thought.
He then left and called a man named Jimmy. He were usually called the Hand, because of his unusually large hands and for his ability to get his hands of any type of information. Jonas thought it a silly nickname, Jimmy the Hand, but accepted it because he needed the other mans services once in a while. He had no means to find out himself who the tennis player had been, so he would need to get into government computers. Jimmy was the man for that job, as he was a hardcore-hacker.
"Jimmy my man!" he said as the other answered his phone. "I need a great favour you will find very easy!"
"Why don't you give me a challenge for once, Jonas. I'm tired of those small jobs." the other man complained.
"Cause my jobs don't require it. Now, I need you to hack into whatever computer you need to find out the name of the tennis player at the crash site near Heathrow, and if you're able to get his whereabouts I'd love it!"
"You call that easy?" Jimmy exclaimed. "The government has put scores of hackers to work on their own, blocking our attempts to get their information. I'll do my best, but I can't promise you anything. I'll call you in an hour, alright?"
"Great, Jimmy. I'm looking forward to it!" Jonas hung up.
And now to get my gun. he thought, as he waved for a taxi.
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War-overlord
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Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted December 30, 2010 06:30 PM |
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Stef sat down again as Jonas walked out. The man could prove to be a boon or a bane, depending on his loyalty, ambition and complaisanty.
The goon came back in.
"What is it?" Stef sighed.
"Well the Crow & Flag and Muldoon's paid up, but uh.."
"Spit it out."
"Well, uh, Big Red's got busted up by some of Barkin' Bob's guys."
"Oh, grandios. That's just what we need."
"So what are we gonna do?"
"Teach Bob a lesson, obviously. We may be musclin' money out of out protection clients, but they can expect something in return. Big Red's is ours and Bob knows it. What's the damage?"
"Uh, Frankie is checking, he used to be a builder."
"Good, once Frankie's back round up some more boys. And why aren't you wearing your spikes?" Stef was referring to the spiked bracelet he and the goons wore as identification. The whole syndicate wore them and so did they. They even served as a rank marking, Stef's five rows of spikes meant he was higher in rank than the goons & bagmen who wore one or two rows respectively. Vinnie of course as the highest boss wore seven rows.
The goon rolled up his sleeves, showing that he was wearing the bracelets.
"Good, now go round up some boys."
The goon left the office.
After the man left, Stef picked up the telephone and dialed a number.
"Gavin, it's Stef. I need you to trace someone. Yes, I'll hold. Yeah, I need you to check a guy called Jonas Nilsen. Yes, the fighter who fought in the fixed fight. Cause he says he wants to join. Of course we don't trust him. No, I want him checked before we have him do anything for the company. Right. Had any trouble this morning? Good. No, I'll oversee the shipment tonight. Well I was the one who could supposedly get them sold. No, I'll find something to do with them. We need some stock ourselves and I can get the rest sold. Speaking of which, think we can ask for permission for some expansion? Well I'm nearly drowning in paperwork, I know you don't have the time to give me a hand and we had to shoot one of the bagmen the other day. Cause he was dippin' into the proceeds. Right, you'll call me? Good, see you tonight."
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wog_edn
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The Nothingness
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posted December 30, 2010 07:26 PM |
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Jonas sat in a cafe drinking a black coffee, facing the door of course, waiting for Jimmy to call. He had noticed a woman trying to meet his eyes, obviously interested, but ignored her. When working he had to focus on nothing else. He checked his watch, 58 minutes since the phonecall. Jimmy should call.. now, apparently, as the phone rang.
"You managed?"
"Of course I managed, I always manage!" Jimmy said. "The man you want is Rogé Cavaillès. He used to be a fantastic tennis-player, but stuff went to hell with him when he started getting older. He's staying at the Cumberland hotel, Oxford St & Regent Street. It's just by marble arch central line trainstation."
"Great. I'll talk to you later." Jonas hung up and left his coffee still smoking, waving for a taxi again.
"Marble Arch central line, I'll tip extra if you get there very fast." Jonas said, fastening his seatbelt.
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Kipshasz
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Elvin's Darkside
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posted December 30, 2010 09:13 PM |
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<January 22, 14:06>
James and his squad were walking in the field, in the outskirts of Paris, where supposely one of the pods had landed. It was snowing and visibility was very bad.
- This blasted blizzard is getting worse by the minute! How much further?!- shouted James.
- Half a kilometer at least! The satelites didn't pick up the exact location of the pod! We have to scout the area!- replied Bradley.
- I'm freezing my ass off! What's in that piece of crap anyway?
- We don't know! We were told to retrieve it before anyone else would!
- Hey! Hey! The meter's picked up something! Over there!- Shouted sergeant Moss, while pointing left from the group. He was carrying a geiger meter.
- You're sure?- asked James
- Take a look major. The meters nuts, it's like freaking Chernobyl there!
The squad walked towards the location. They came to the place and stopped. A large, about seventy meter radius crater was in front of them, completely devoid of mud and snow. The crater was dry. In it's middle a round large object layed. The Geiger meter went out of control.
- Well?- James asked- who'll be the big hero?- He looked around.- No one?
- You're must be joking! The meter...
- If we believe that stupid thing- he pointed at the meter- we should be dropping dead right now. You don't believe me? Just watch.- He started to descend the crater.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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wog_edn
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The Nothingness
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posted December 30, 2010 09:59 PM |
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<jan 21 15:21>
Jonas paid double the price of ride and walked to the hotel where he was to find Rogé Cavaillès. He walked straight in the doors and rented a room for himself, of course under a fake identity. He then checked his gun, put on the silencer and went down to the reception to have a look around. He picked up his phone and sent a text to Jimmy. Send me a picture of Rogé Cavaillès, a recent one.
It took about ten seconds for a picture to pop up on his screen, and then he started looking around for his target. The man really wasn't hard to find, as he was a big man. Tall and powerful built. He smiled slightly and then put on a serious, stern face. "Rogé Cavaillès?" he said, and the other man said yes with a french accent. "I need you to come with me please, I need to talk with you in private."
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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted December 30, 2010 10:20 PM |
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<Jan 21 15:14>
Stef was sitting in his car, another followed close by. Their number was ten and they were going to defend their territory so to speak.
If Barkin' Bob muscled into their turf, they were going to be shown the consequences of that descision. Lead pipes, cricket bats and brass knuckles would do today. Stef himself wore sap-gloves, he had his reputation to think of as wel. Still if all went well we would not get involved in the actual fight.
They got out of the cars. Barkin' Bob Caine operated from some lowlife-pub in Lambeth, the Blue Fox. The walked into the pub unopposed, it appeared Bob did not use a doorman. Something he would learn to do today.
Bob and his boys, seven in total, were sitting in the back of the pub, facing the doorway.
"Hello Bob."
"Stephen the Goat, what the )*&_%?" Stef hated that he had gotten the nickname the Goat, due to his long goatee.
"You know perfectly well why I'm here. You broke something that belonged to me and now you're going to pay it. On the nose and through the nose."
"Like sh!t I will." Bob's boys got up. They were outnumbered and unarmed, but like Stef's goons they were streetfighters and they fought just as dirty. They were amateurs none-the-less.
"But I have to insist." Stef's goons passed him and as the first punch was thrown, Stef stepped backward himself.
A few minutes of fighting later, Bob's guys lay on the floor groaning or unconsious. One who caught a lead pipe in the face possibly dead. Stef's men suffered a few cuts and bruises but nothing more serious than a bad sprain.
Bob himself was being held up by two of Stef's men, he got a black eye and a nosebleed. Nothing major yet.
"Was that realy necesary, Bob?" Stef asked.
Bob gaged and spat blood at Stef, who caught the gob on his suit.
"And now you have to ruin my suit as wel. That's your problem, you know. You don't know when to stop." Stef gave a signal and Bob got a cricket bat in the gut. In his bruised state not the most pleasant thing imaginable. Bob gaged and coughed some more blood, but he did not spit it.
"Now you've caused me a lot of damage and you're gonna pay. Now that's three grand for the wreckage you caused at Big Red's. Another grand for the cleaning of my suit, two more for the effort we had to go through here. On second though make it three. That makes seven, so we'll just add another three for dental surgery."
Bob looked surprised at that last remark.
"Oh, wait. You're gonna need that. But we'll take it anyway. Knock his teeth out boys." The two holding Bob, snickered at the remark and a third with brass knuckles came closer. The first punch that hit Bob's face gave an audible crack and he spat out several teeth fragments. Stef meanwhile poured himself a whiskey and pulled pints for his goons. Most were ransacking the place for the money or throwing Bob's boys onto the street.
After watching Bob's unvoluntary dental surgery for a few minutes one of the goons came to Stef. He readily accepted the pint and started talking after taking a big gulp.
"Ok, so we got about a grand and a half from the till. We found about six grand in gamblin' dues upstairs. Ooh, tha's gotta hurt." The goon was watching Bob getting beat as well.
"From today, we'll be calling him Toothles Bob Caine. That leaves us three more grand." Stef said with a slight shrug.
"Yeah, we've found some fencible goods as well, but they ain't worth much."
"Well then we'll just have to come back tomorrow then. And you better have the three grand you still owe us, Bob. In cash. Or you'll be Blind and Lame Bob as well. How are we doing tooth-wise?"
"We've got 12 out and 3 broken, boss." The puncher said while forcibly opening Bob's mouth.
"15 is a very nice number." Stef said with a grin as he lit a cigar.
"Got it." the goon said as his brass knuckles landed on Bob's face again.
A good half-hour later they were sitting in the cars again. The day's wasn't going half bad.
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Mytical
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Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted January 03, 2011 11:52 AM |
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"We are at the scene of one of the strangest sites ever. It appears to be some man, covered in fire. Authorities have been decimated by explosions the man is able to somehow create, as they tried to help the man. Eyewitnesses say that John Demarko, a known drug addict, found a piece of alien technology and was suddenly engulfed by flames. In the words of one of his companions he 'freaked out' and started throwing fire everywhere."
"We have an artist sketch of the object" ((Cue crudely drawn ring)) "And authorities are offering rewards for any similar items discovered. More on this story as it develops."
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wog_edn
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The Nothingness
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posted January 03, 2011 02:34 PM |
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Jonas left the hotel, wiping his hands with a disinfecting-paper. The man had known nothing important and only been in possession of a piece of the pod. It didn't even seem like something major, though Jonas couldn't know yet for sure. He waved for a taxi again, deciding to go back to centrum and see if he could find out something more about the aliens. A taxi stopped beside him and he entered it. "St. Pauls." he said, fastening his seat belt.
"Not St. Pauls." the taxi driver said with a thick middle eastern accent. "Much trouble there. A man killed many people, using alien technology. They said so on the news."
"You sure?" Jonas said, frowning.
"Of course."
"Get me as close as you can." Jonas murmured. "If you're really fast I'll triple your pay."
The driver turned around and floored it, the taxi shooting forward faster than Jonas thought possible.
"I tuned the car a bit for extra speed and acceleration. In case people like you would pay extra for a fast lift." the taxi driver said, as if to answer his unspoken question.
"We should be there in just a few minutes, I don't think there are many policeofficers here today. They are busy with alien stuff you know!" the driver continued, and Jonas nodded.
They stopped at the bank not too far away after just a five minute drive. Jonas paid four times the price and hurried out. He checked his gun discreetly, though no one were paying attention to him.
((Mytical@ Here I assume that the government hasn't captured him yet, and that he's still running and killing people.))
He entered a back alley and climbed a rooftop, to gain a better view of the streets and see what was going on. He saw a blast of fire and screams rose up. "There you are." he muttered, and moved across the roof toward the source of the flames. He connected his hands-free to his cellphone and dialed the Hands number.
"This is the Hand." a voice said at the other side.
"I need you to access the cameras in St. Pauls, get a visual and lead me to the people throwing fire around." Jonas said.
"Already watching it and dude, you shouldn't approach that guy! He's unstable."
"Well obviously." Jonas said. "I am moving over the rooftops. Trace my call." He heard the sound of a keyboard at the other side.
"Got you." Jimmy said. "Get to the rooftop just ahead of you and then you'll have a clear shot at the man."
And Jonas moved forward, removing the safety on the gun.
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Mytical
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Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted January 04, 2011 07:06 AM |
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((Nope, he is still running around quite free..as things like bullets and such have proven useless..they vaporize before hitting him..the tanks and such haven't arrived, but there is no way to know how explosives will work either)).
Well finding the figure is not exactly hard. It is almost literally like he has a neon sign over his head. A 'aura' of fire surrounds him, vaporizing most weapons that try to harm him. He seems to be in a delusional state, frying anything that moves.
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wog_edn
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posted January 04, 2011 12:33 PM |
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Jonas fire three bullets, but seeing they won't affect the man he quickly dive for cover. Unfortunately he's a bit far up, and manages to crack a rib in the process. "Damn." he muttered.
"Alright Jimmy, bullets doesn't affect this guy." Jonas hissed into the microphone, clenching his teeth to ignore the shooting pain. "Any suggestions?"
"What can you tell me about him?" Jimmy answered.
"He's on fire." Jonas said. "That's all I know."
"Alright, there's a hotel nearby. They should have dry-ice." Jimmy answered. "Try getting there and somehow bring a $hitload of that stuff to our guy. Hopefully that'll work!"
Jonas nodded and managed to slip down the rooftop and head for the nearby hotel.
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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted January 07, 2011 02:54 PM |
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Stef had been dropped off, he had some things to do before he headed back to the office. And because he was feeling peckish again he went to a souvlaki shop he knew not far from where he was.
While scoffing down the sandwich he had ordered, Stef looked at the tv that hung in the top corner of the shop. Some local newschannel was on and there was a report of some junkie that turned into a human torch. Stef did not know the junkie, drugs weren't his side of the business. And the ruckus he was causing was somehow linked to alien tech.
"So, our Nordic friend has some of the right ideas to seek this alien tech." Stef said to himself.
"But given the trouble it can cause it might be a good idea to see how we can keep it under controll, if we get some of it that is. Either way it would not be something I'm gonna trust people with. I'd rather keep it for myself or under lock and key."
Looking at his watch, Stef gulped down the last bit of his sandwich. If he went now, he would get to his appointment on time.
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Kipshasz
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Elvin's Darkside
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posted January 07, 2011 03:23 PM |
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- Don't be a moron James!- Shouted Bradley- Just look at the numbers!
- I wouldn't be here if I trusted my life to some busted piece of crap!- Replied James as he approached the pod. It was shaped like a typical escape pod in a cheap space opera movie. The hatch was open. Whatever was in it, it was long gone.
- You can come down ya bunch of sissies! It's safe!
The squad came down, although not very willingly.
- Well? The can's empty.- said James. He looked around. It may have been his imagination, but something shined on top of an old oak which grew near the crater.
- You examine this piece of junk, and I'll go to check that tree nearby. Maybe something from the pod had landed there.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
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posted January 08, 2011 04:05 AM |
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Calm. Peace. Well now, wasn't that a pleasant surprise? Maybe he should have put on the other ring first? Sure, the pain was still there, but it was far more bearable than before. Perhaps... No. Not yet. If he wanted to escape this place he needed to figure out what this new resource could do for him first.
Jarod began to try things. First, thinking completely outside the box, he decided that, since it was covered in earth, it would probably influence the ground around him. Might even be able to make himself a cast out of the clay/ dirt around him. Jarod tried to move the earth around him. Nothing. Hmmmmm... Perhaps he needed some kind of emotional state? He tried to be angry. Nothing. Trying calm again since the pain was coming back, maybe he was wrong about this emotions thing.
Jarod decided to try some relaxation training exercises, since that seemed to make the pain become less pronounced. Taking a meditative pose, Jarod began to focus on his, to be cliche, happy place. Picturing the good things about his life, most of his job, choice parts of his childhood, Sasha, his fiance, everything that had kept the nightmares away for a while now. He made an armor in his mind against the pain and darker images from his past. The pain completely disappeared.
So those meditation and yoga lessons were worthless, eh Jim?
He imagined the world around him, the cave and the bluff, shifting, making a gently slope up the almost vertical surface. The earth around him flattening, becoming easy to walk on. Lastly, he envisioned a stave of stone creating itself beside him and a cast forming itself around his leg and chest, solidifying themselves to brace the damaged bones against further harm. He began to feel a tightness around his chest and leg. Jarod opened his eyes.
He was completely caught off guard when he saw that the earth had not done anything. Instead, a causeway of water and ice had made itself on the bluff face, and a stave of ice had formed itself on the ground next to him. Water had formed itself along his leg and chest. Jarod jumped up, startled out of his state of absolute calm. Instantly, the water crashed down and the ice began to rapidly melt under the 76 degree humid climate of New Zealand's somewhat warm winter.
"Where did all of that... How..." The ground at his hand felt dry, even though the cave has been slightly flooded the night before. Jarod then realized that he was standing unassisted. This realization didn't cause anything but a little more shock then before. No pain at all, anywhere. Jarod took a second look at his ring. Instantly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the second ring, slipping it on without a second thought.
Nothing happened at all. No weird teleportation powers or an ability to warp to wherever he wanted, no new emotions, no super speed or strength, nothing. Well d@mn. Guess that means that he had to walk all the way home. D@mn.
Calming himself down again, Jarod re-pictured the stave reforming in his hand again, feeling the cold surface against his bare palm. No point to waking in the woods without a walking stick, is there? Keeping his cool, he called out to Sasha again. Jarod leaned down to pick up his pack, catching his reflection in his stave. Noticing how much he needed a shower, Jarod formed a puddle of water above his head, dropping it down on him and removing most of the dirt and grime from his face and hair. He walked out into the open sky, noticing that he was starting to become rather tired.
The rings began to glow a bright blue. "What the he-" Jarod was washed in light before he could finish. It faded away as quickly as it had come. A dull pulsing-pulling sensation from across the ocean was pulling at the corners of his mind. "First things first." He promised himself, "I'm going home."
Turning away from this new urging, Jarod walked down the bluff towards the road, throwing his stave away, thinking of a way to tell his fiance...
He was leaving. And he didn't think he was coming back.
"D@mn"
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Kipshasz
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Elvin's Darkside
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posted January 08, 2011 02:58 PM |
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James looked at the tree. The oak must be centuries old. And somethid does shined at the top of it. James started climbing the tree. It was very hard to do so, due to the raging blizzard and the slippery surface. After nearly falling down several times, James finally reached his goal. It was a small, compact box. It had something similiar to a LED bulb, which explained the shining. The ornaments on the box were similiar to the gusts of wind. With shaking hands, James opened the box. To his surprise, a simple, gold ring with engravings similiar to the ones on it's case, very similiar to a wedding ring rested in it. Without much thinking, James took off his glove and putted on the ring. It fitted perfectly. James hastily putted the glove back on and went down on ground.
- Anything interesting James?
- No, jus another empty box. It's a jewelery case if you ask me.- He showed the box to Bradley.
- You're right. It might be a jewelery case. But where's the content of it?
- Crows probably got it. Or anyone else who likes shiny objects. Let's call the flyers and take all this junk with us.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted January 08, 2011 10:46 PM |
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((Loose)Translation from Dutch)
"How does it feel?"
"The waistcoat is a little tight under the armpits, but around the belly it very comfortable." Stef replied.
"Hold up your arms, maybe it will be better if I take out a few pins." The tailor said.
"I have to say Isaak, it's a breath of fresh air to be able to speak Dutch somewhere. And that I can have the best suits in town made here makes it even better."
"We are glad to have you as a customer, Stef. You're always friendly and in for a chat. You pay well and on time, and your demands are very reasonable." Said Isaak Simeon as he worked on the waistcoat Stef was currently fitting. Isaak was the cousin of the jewish bespoke tailor Stef went to in Amsterdam. He used to get allong very well with the cousin and now he got along perfectly with Isaak. Stef was advised Isaak by his cousin when he went to London and if he did not know better he'd say they were brothers.
"How is this?"
Stef lowered his arms.
"Ah, much better. How come your tailoring in London, if I may ask?"
"Same reason you are," Isaak replied as he noted something in a scrap of paper, "I found work here and set up my own shop soon enough."
Stef chuckled, "Well if there is an easy way, there's no use in doing it the hard way."
"That's a true word, could you hold your arms up again?" Isaak asked.
"Sure, business not going to bad? With the current state of economy and such?" Stef asked.
"Thank you, I realy cannot complain. Here in Mayfair, we're not noticing the crunch much. Which is a good thing." Isaak was scrawling something on the waistcoat.
"I have to agree. When the wallet remains closed, life goes down the drain."
Isaak's turn to chuckle, "Shall we try the trousers?" Stef nodded.
"Will you be wearing a belt with this?" Isaak asked while Stef was putting on the trousers.
"Very likely. Makes them stay where they should." By now Stef had the trousers on. "Crotch is a little on the high side."
Isaak jotted down some more notes. "That can be fixed, no worries. Now if you hold up your arms again, so the waistcoat doesn't fall over the belt, I'll mark up the places for the belt loops." Stef obliged. "Have you followed the news lately?"
"Yes, never good if the facts catch up on you. That exploding craft has been blocking nearly all other news though. Not that I blme them, that was something else."
"I'll say. The police have been on high alert ever since, that is something you will notice here uptown."
"Dad, can you come over here?" A familiar voice came from the other room.
"I'm fitting with a customer, can it wait?"
"Not realy, the retailer just called that the shipment of fabric will be several days later." A head popped round the corner. Stef had to swallow, as it was the girl he had spent last night with.
Isaak sighed. "Stef, this my daughter, Alexandra."
"I've had the pleasure of meeting her in a bar a while back. We have been introduced." Stef replied at a loss for better words.
Alexandra held a phone in the air that Isaak accepted.
"You never told me you were Dutch!" Alexandra said in a hushed voice, but accusingly nontheless.
"In my defence, neither did you." Stef replied, in the same hush. The realisation of him having slept with his tailor's daughter came as a bit of a shock.
Alexandra pouted accusingly for a second, but then eased into a smile. "At least I partly know why you looked so handsome last night, wearing one of daddy's suits."
"The one from last night was your uncle's actually. So was the one you dressed me in this morning."
"Well they were taught by the same man, no wonder their styles are alike."
"And it explains why you were so hellbent on helping me gett dressed this morning."
"It runs in the family." Alexandra said with a wink and she left the fitting room as her father entered again.
"Shall we continue?" Isaak asked.
"Yes, please." Stef said, regaining himself. "As much as I would love to stay and chat all day, I do have other appointments today."
"I'm sure you have." Isaak had a suspicion of the shady business Stef ran, just as his cousin did before him. It spoke for him that he realy could not care less. Isaak's cousin had lent a hand with some less shady deals in the past and perhaps Isaak could be convinced eventually as well.
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wog_edn
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posted January 09, 2011 03:34 AM |
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When Jonas had finally managed to get the dry ice, get a read on the location by Jimmy and prepare for the assault he were exhausted. It had only taken a few minutes, but he had kept such a high tempo that it had left him breathing heavily.
"Alright, how's the situation?" he asked in his phone.
"It's fantastic, dude! He's almost burnt out, seems like the fire draws the power from him somehow. You've got to get him right now! Government operatives are closing in."
Jonas smiled and corked two bottles. "Showtime." he said, and shook them. Then he hurried to throw them toward the bum, who didn't seem to notice at this time. He figured that since the man could manipulate flames, most explosives would be pretty ineffective against this man. Dry-ice bombs on the other hand! Almost as powerful as dynamite, and way easier to make. Both bottles went off almost at once, and he heard a weak scream.
He pulled his gun and rounded the corner he was hiding behind, running toward the man as he shot several times, two of the shots hitting between the mans eyes.
"Take out the cameras leading from here to your apartment." Jonas said in his phone. "I'm coming over."
He picked up the ring from the mans finger. "So this is what it's all about." he murmured, and put it on.
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
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posted January 09, 2011 05:17 AM |
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Jarod stopped in the woods. Two massive pillars of blue energy had risen up from behind him within the same hour. The rings were being claimed. "Well, d@mn. That's going to complicate things rather allot."
Turning back to his path, Jarod an Sasha continued their journey to civilization.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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Mytical
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted January 10, 2011 06:43 AM |
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Edited by Mytical at 06:51, 10 Jan 2011.
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He had once been known as Kicora, a loyal soldier in the army of The Vast. A general, responsible for countless victories on many planets. That is .. until the day he died.
It had been betrayal. The last war with the Isla, victory had been in his grasp. It wasn't really a challenge, though the Isla were a hearty people. With the technology at his command, they fell like wheat before a scythe. As he went forth to claim his victory, one of his own people under orders from the high command..had shot him in the back. He had been left for dead.
One of The Deep operatives had found him. His body had been beyond hope. They transplanted his body into a metal vessel, and fused one of the C.O.R.E. pieces to it. He had been reborn, as more machine then man. Five tons of solid metal, with capabilities that he would never have dreamed of before. Before he had left for Earth, his new partner and friend had used the Key Ring to unlock the core piece he wore.
When the Vast had managed to sabotage the ship, after learning about the CORE pieces and The Deeps objective to try to give the earthlings a fighting chance, he and his friend had been separated. Due to the crashing he had went offline for a few days. X917, as he was now called, awoke...
He ripped open the hatch of the pod and emerged. Digital readouts flooded his mind, pinpointing every ring, and which had been claimed. He located the shapeshifting Ring, it was not far. His ally would be there, and would be needed to have a chance against the Vast operatives.
Soon the small stealth scout ships would arrive to give aid to Jantal, the man who had killed him. Jantal could not be allowed to succeed. He didn't care about the life forms on this planet. Only revenge. If Jantal wanted something to happen, he would do everything in his power to prevent it. The earth moved just a little as he walked, shaking ever so slightly. Death was on the move, and whoever got in his way..be they Vast, Isla, Deep, or Native..would face his wrath.
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Message received.
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted January 10, 2011 02:53 PM |
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Jonas knocked on the door and heard some frantic noises from the inside. "It's me." he said, afraid suddenly that Jimmy might shoot through the door out of sheer paranoia.
"Come in, hurry." he heard from the inside.
Jonas entered and closed the door quickly behind him to satisfy Jimmy. He didn't really care for the hacker, but the man had proven to be extremely intelligent. Since he had no way of knowing how to use this ring, he hoped Jimmy could help him. All Jimmy needed was his computer, and his rent paid.
"Did you get that ring-thing?" Jimmy asked, turning his head to address him properly. Jimmy was in a wheelchair after a car-accident when he was a kid.
"Of course I did." Jonas said and sat down in the couch. "And now we'll figure out how it works."
"I've been reading a little about fire..."
"Seriously?" Jonas interrupted, raising an eyebrow.
"Shut up, this might be important. At wikipedia it is written that fire is an element of passion. I think that's what you should try first! Also try getting angry for some reason, in movies anger always does fancy stuff!" Jimmy was really excited, and looked through his drawers to find a candle. When he finally found one he lit it and put it in front of Jonas.
"Passion, eh?" Jonas said and raised his palms in front of the flame.
"Extinguish!" he said, a stern look on his face and really concentrating.
"Maybe trying a bit too hard? Try just letting energy out of your body somehow." Jimmy said, leaning forward.
Jonas took a deep breath and tried again, without results. He clenched his fists to keep from knocking the light over, and to his surprise the fire moved abruptly.
"Anger." he said. "Anger works. Alright, move back a little."
Jimmy moved back a few meters and Jonas closed his eyes, then he thought back to remember the feeling he had when he were asked to leave the army. Immediately the flames almost exploded in front of him, and he staggered back from it covering his eyes. The table caught on fire, and so did several of the stuff hanging around on the walls.
"My apartment." Jimmy screamed. "You put my apartment on fire! Extinguish the flames, quickly."
Jonas put his palms together and focused heavily, forcing his emotions to change. His face grew red, but it seemed to work; the flames went out.
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