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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jul 30, 2006 19:36:53 GMT -5
The setting is a small town. It has a few houses, and a general store/inn. The only entrance is a dirt road. There is a dirt path that goes out of the village to a graveyard. One of the houses is abandoned and starting to rot. The entire village is surrounded by a forrest.
There is a man standing outside of the abandoned house, looking at it. He is tall and very muscular. There is a huge sledge hammer held in place by a leather loop on his back. He is dressed in leather pants and shirt with plates of metal around the knees, shins, elbows and shoulders. There is a layer of chainmail around his chest, on top of the leather. He is also wearing leather and metal boots. His hair is dirty blonde, with a lock of hair completely covering his right eye. The left eye is strangely colorless. There is a deep scar going from the bridge of his nose, through the covered eye, and ending at his half cut-off ear. He is especially interested in the fact that the house has new windows and hinges. It was his house a long time ago, and he wants to know who is fixing it.
Another man, younger and much smaller than the first, is trudging down the road, towards the village. He is wearing a brown, very weathered trenchcoat, with a white t-shirt beneath. There is a katana, sheathed at his side. His weathered carpenter jeans are pushed up from his feet by heavy black boots, that look alot like snowboarding boots. His teal eyes are pointed at the ground a few feet in front of him. He has straight, unkept black hair, that has a tendency of falling in his eyes.
He is trying to figure out why he has come back to this place. He is not used to making spontaneos dicisions, and he isnt sure if the village will be safe at all for him.
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Post by Tys on Jul 30, 2006 21:30:03 GMT -5
A man in a dark purpleish cloak was walking through the small town. The hood of the pulled up, covering his pale face and dark black hair. He walked along with calmness like he had all the time in the world to get to where he was going and there was no need to rush. He stopped when he was about to pass the abandon house and the man standing infront of it, looking at it.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jul 30, 2006 21:41:41 GMT -5
The armored man walked closer to the old house, examining it with his pale eye. The windows, lock, and door knob had been replaced a couple days ago, at the most. He raised his hand to knock, but stopped. He looked around, and noticed the man dressed in dark purple. "What are you waiting for?" he asked harshly, angry that he had been watched.
Inside, a teenage girl was painting a wall in one of the rooms. She had changed out of her usuall blue hoodie, black tshirt and jeans into a white tshirt and a much older pair of jeans for the job. She heard the man outside the door speak, and jumped. His voice sounded incredibly familiar.
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Post by Tys on Jul 30, 2006 21:46:25 GMT -5
"Why should I tell you?" The man asked in a bored almost dull voice. Hidden from view because of the cloak, his hand grabbed his board sword, just incase.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jul 30, 2006 22:05:10 GMT -5
The big man sighed, and decided if the hooded man didn't want to tell, he didn't want to know. He turned back around and knocked on the door. The worst that could happen was the guy trying to kill him or something, and he could deal with that.
Inside, the girl put the brush down, and turned to get to the door. In the process she kicked over a can of paint.
"Damn it!" she cursed, and then yelled to the door "Hang on, I'll be there in a minute!"
The man in the brown trenchcoat had just entered the village, and was heading for the general store to get something to eat, something he hadnt done very often in the past few days he had spent in the forrest.
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Post by Tys on Jul 30, 2006 22:14:07 GMT -5
The person let go of the handle of his sword. He continued to stand there watching, maybe something intresting might happen. Or something useful, though he doubt that. Out of curiousity he remain and watched the man.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jul 30, 2006 22:27:32 GMT -5
The big man turned and sat down on the steps leading up the door. He eyed the hooded figure curiously, but stayed silent. Inside, the girl was hurriedly wiping all spilt paint away with a mop. She threw the paint covered mop into a bucket filled with water, and ran for the door. She stopped at the door, whiped her paint covered hands on her jeans, and opened the door.
Meanwhile, the man in the brown trenchcoat was sitting outside of the store, leaning on the buildings wall and eating a sandwich with some unidentifiable meat in it, and drinking some water out of a canteen he had refilled. He got up and started to walk towards the abandoned house.
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Post by Tys on Jul 30, 2006 22:32:28 GMT -5
The person turned his attention to the opening door. Now thinking that nothing intresting or useful was going to happen, still he stayed, wanting to make sure.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jul 30, 2006 22:53:32 GMT -5
The big man got up when he heard the door open. The girl looked up at him for a second, and then said "T...Travis?"
He got to about "Ye-" when the girl bolted forward and latched onto him in a death grip hug. He looked a little startled when he said "Um...do I know you?"
The girl laughed and stopped hugging him. "Aw, come on Travis, use those mighty brain muscles of yours. Who do you think I am?" she said teasingly. Then she noticed the cloaked man. "Who's your friend?"
"Candra?" the man named Travis asked with disbelief. Then he responded to her second question, in kind of a dazed tone; "Oh...I don't know who he is. He has just kinda sat there creeping me out for the past couple of minutes."
The man in the trenchcoat had gotten to the house, and was pearing in through a window. He saw the new paint, and heard the voices. He rushed around the corner and stopped dead, facing the door along with Travis, and the girl who he had called Candra.
The man in the trenchcoat was mostly stairing at Travis, who had turned his head, and saw him as well.
"Oh...shit" was all that came out of the mans mouth.
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Post by Tys on Jul 30, 2006 23:04:10 GMT -5
The person started to walk away, getting bored of the man and the girl, though he stopped when he saw the man in the trenchcoat. He looked at him then at the other man, hearing the 'oh...shit.'
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jul 30, 2006 23:19:10 GMT -5
(sorry, this post sucks. I need sleep...)
Candra looked at the new arrival with disbelief. There was no way that they would come back on the exact same day, at the exact same time...was there?
"Mulciber?" she asked in complete disbelief. She walked towards him, but stopped when she noticed that he hadnt even noticed her. He was staring at Travis, who had begun to advance on him.
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Post by Tys on Jul 30, 2006 23:21:33 GMT -5
(it's okay...so far all of your post are better for me...Acito is dieing on me x.x)
The person decided to stay a bit longer, maybe something intresting will happen. By now he had given up the small hope he had of having something useful happen.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jul 31, 2006 14:26:58 GMT -5
(uh oh, thats not good)
Candra looked from the one she called Mulciber to Travis, who was still walking towards Mulciber.
She quickly turned to Travis. "Stop, please don't do this. I can't watch you two fight each other" she said pleadingly.
"Candra, get out of the way" Travis growled.
Mulciber watched warily, but he didn't back off.
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Post by Tys on Jul 31, 2006 14:43:28 GMT -5
The person watched with greater interest. Even though it won't give him any useful information a fight was always interesting to watch.
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Post by Carcinoma Angel on Jul 31, 2006 15:21:24 GMT -5
"Candra, get out of my fucking way" Travis said, louder this time. Candra looked up at him, a look of horror and pain in her eyes.
Mulciber looked angry. "You know what?" he said. "A man named Travesty Agruis lived here once. A few years ago, he left this place, just like I did. I'm back now. Travestys body is back now to. But its not Travesty in that body. Who are you?"
Travesty was glaring hard and cold at Mulciber.
Candra turned and faced Mulciber. "Shut up!" she said, starting to cry. "You're just egging him on!"
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