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Post by Finance your Organs here! on Aug 9, 2009 20:45:10 GMT -5
Graves looked at the woman on the ground. She seemed okay, not really hurt or anything. So, it wasn't his worry. Once she spoke, he would see if he could get her to be a customer.
Graves looked around and suddenly got an idea.
"Strangers gather in a place none of them know. Six of them to be percise. Most from different places, not knowing of the others home, except for two pairs. Platform with eight paths in all. Meaning, seven unheard of places and one road to home. It would seem we're all caught in a mighty strange plot," Graves said aloud, looking off into the mist.
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Post by Magdalene Defoe on Aug 9, 2009 20:49:54 GMT -5
"I come from a land that fed upon itself in greed, leaving an empty shell and survivors barely human in nature. Or worse, exactly human in nature." Mag took off her hood now, and looked at Zant, scanning him. Her mouth tightened and thinned, but what she saw, she said nothing of. Turning her head to Graverobber, she snapped to attention. "No matter how we got here, it's what we are doing now that is in question."
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Post by Amaranth on Aug 9, 2009 21:20:37 GMT -5
The Boss glanced up at the two strangers, one of which was a younger woman with long blond hair. The other... well, she wasn't sure about him. She stared at them silently, the age lines on her face a distinct contrast from her sharp blue eyes.
"I'm sorry..." she said softly, her voice clear and calm. "But I'm afraid I don't know how I ended up here. Also... I'd like to know where exactly "here" is."
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Post by eventidemagic on Aug 9, 2009 21:37:30 GMT -5
Link shook his now throbbing head as he clawed at the ground; His vision was slightly blurred and he could vaguely make out a few crimson droplets of blood mixing in with the lifeless dirt. A low groan emitted from his throat as he finally managed to stand up, albeit shakily.
Sheathing his sword, he walked back towards the group. Even if Zant WAS there, he'd not risk attacking him again- he felt that it was the right thing to do. He didn't question it; it was gut instinct.
As he approached the others (warily, of course) he tried his best not to meet sight with the Usurper King. The wound on his head and clotted by now, and he sat on the ground, silently listening to everyone else speak.
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Post by Nicxan on Aug 9, 2009 21:43:49 GMT -5
When Samus saw The Boss pass out again, she let out a small sigh, turned, and walked back towards the oddity of a group. Then, she heard Mag explain where she came from--... Mag resembled Graverobber in their line of manner, in a way, so she assumed that they came from the same place. And Link obviously knew this 'Zant' person.
"Strange plot my ass," Samus muttered. This had to be a dream. It just had to be. This couldn't be real. ... 8 paths? One would lead back home ... the huntress looked around the area, doing a 360 before facing Mag.
"And what we're doing now, I don't have a damn idea, but I want to get home. And I can't! Am I the only one that was blocked off when they tried to go back?!" Her tone grew more frustrated as she snarled and tried to hold back her temper. This was getting irritating.
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Post by deflagratio on Aug 9, 2009 21:55:17 GMT -5
The second Zant saw Link return, his entire body locked in fear once more. Violently, his eyes shook inside his skull as they darted every which was, and his hands began to claw at the air beside him. But, to everyone else, it appeared as if he was merely standing there as he was before, his fear masked by a disguise of callousness and a veil of metal. He could grasp, that Link was back..But why was he sitting there? Why was he not rushing back into battle? Surely the holder of the force of courag-! Then, Zant remembered how violently merely tossing Link around with his power had shaken the platform. If it were to fall, Zant was the only one who could fly on his own power. Then he was still in power, and now he just had to not let anyone else know he was.
"I did not attempt to go back," Zant rang through the mask in response to Samus without turning his head to acknowledge her. The tassels attached to the end of his sleeves remained still, pointing down to the ground as his arms moved and his body turned around as well, but never did he leave the hero out of his sight; courage can become idiocy, after all. "Tell me," Zant announced in a commanding voice, "Where did you come from?" The way his words weaved through the air, the way they moved from one person to another, seemed to indicate at the back of their minds that Zant directed his question towards Samus. This technology..Could it be what his god wanted?
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Post by Finance your Organs here! on Aug 9, 2009 22:05:36 GMT -5
Graves stood there and heard the creapy voice. This guy seemed dangerous, but now something told him....maybe not so much. He wasn't sure though. He remained quiet for once and waited to see what was going to happen.
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Post by Magdalene Defoe on Aug 9, 2009 22:18:37 GMT -5
She had become quite irritated actually. Standing up to her full height, reserved for her performances, she spread her arms out, radiating enigmatic energy, and started to sing. Where are you, I wish I knew, for then I'd know where I was too! Given time, this state of place, all I see is a new face! Here's a clue, for what to do, and the rest, is up to you.
Lending Marni's captured voice to her own, she sang in a duet for the final line. Chaase the morning, yield for nothingg~!
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Post by Nicxan on Aug 16, 2009 23:15:21 GMT -5
[[ Thread's pretty much dead, I'm calling to a close. Wander amok as you wish, folks. It's all up to you now.
good first session~!]]
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