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Nathanael Nevermore generated a random number between
1 and 4 ...
3!
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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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 Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:08 pm
He shoves at Hollow's arm before the contact is made, and then stands in front of Note like a protective barrier. ((Trying to beat your 3))
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:08 pm
It explodes in his hand.
Note falls to the ground and is dazed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:11 pm
The contact is brief, for sure. Not enough. Not for what he wants to do.
He looks down, around Nate, at Note on the ground.
You want to do my work for me, I won't complain.
((the first way I read that, I thought it was, note falls to the ground and is dead. And I thought, short ******** RP there buddy))
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Endo Kiran generated a random number between
1 and 4 ...
4!
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:15 pm
Note struggles and tries to fire again with his remaining energy.
((Roll with -1))
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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:15 pm
He takes advantage of Note falling away to reassert himself to the guard. "You have no work here. I demand to know why you have assaulted this man."
And this is not so empty a threat. He is whispering, under his breath, to the spirits in the vicinity.
"If you have some secret agenda you are keeping from me, maybe my friends in the dead lands can find it and bring it into the light."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:18 pm
He is hit dead on with an energy force and thrown back against the wall.
Shaken, injured, and still.
and just as that happens, Nate is over him, sounding the most terrible of threats, to sick the dead on him.
Somehow, not one, or the other, but both assaults in conjunction cause him to decide to back off a bit.
There will come another time to get what he needs from this ******** canary.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:18 pm
EDIT:
Note gets up and brushes himself off.
"What the hell was that?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:21 pm
He slowly fades from view.
In a moment, Note feels a chill and hears a voice up against his eardrum.
No one special. Nice to meet you, choirboy.
And then, he's completely gone from sight, sound, and the range of Note's Gift.
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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:23 pm
Dusts his hands together, and surveys Note to see if he is hurt. "His nickmane's Hollow. He used to work for my dad. He was his bodyguard---not that he was apparently a very effective one."
He looks down, and then back, right in Note's eyes. "You shouldn't be afraid, man. He was just ******** with you. He sadistic, but he can't hurt you, not really, not unless you give him a reason. He's bound to protect the residents of Crosshaven. As I understand it, not happily so."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:24 pm
Note shudders and wals toward the exit.
"That was intense. I think I'll go get drunk."
He heads out.
((I gotta go. See ya.))
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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:26 pm
"Happy revel, Note. Be safe."
((Good night!))
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:37 pm
He flips open his cellular phone and calls Rose after a bit, to make sure that Note got to the tavern safely.
Satisfied that he did, he snaps the phone closed and stalks back to his tree.
He is angry. One might even say, furious. The sanctity of his Garden has been tainted tonight, trespassed upon, and the peace here was almost rent asunder. He is the picture of calm, but on the inside, he is burning. His teeth can be heard by any who come very close, grinding in his head.
But slowly he settles back into the comfort of the Garden. He lays back against the grass, and it feels like he is a child laying on the breast of his mother. He is umbilically connected to this place, and in spite of the ones that mean him and his friends ill, he feels safe here.
He has some satisfaction in the fact that Hollow will never know that comfort.
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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 6:35 am
((You know, I waited and waited for someone to post, but guys, I need to sleep. Maybe we should note our time zones or something..I missed out and now I am unhappy. crying ))
Fauntine had watched all that transpired from a nearby oak, shielded by her gifts and protected from any that could sense her presence. The Oak herself was displeased, her song , muted and confused. Fauntine could relate. She almost wanted to leave immediately, this place was no different than all the others she had traveled. Someone always wanted something from another, and was willing to take it without provacation.
The chorus of the green around her warned of the other, the one that attacked the drunken singer she had met in the tavern. She had hid swiftly, certain that this male had other agenda's tonight. She almost offered assistance, but it seemed the new Governor had things mostly under control.
Fauntine shivered in despite herself, the traces of power left by the so called "bodyguard" had left her uneasy at best. She now watched The Governor as he leaned against a tree, seemingly angry and bewildered. Again, Fauntine knew that feeling.
She studied him for a few moments, and after convincing herself that all was well, she began to approach quietly.
((Sigh...sorry for the whine up top...I just hate missing out. And, I think you guys started *just* after I signed off...grrrr. Runs off now to read "Ho!!ow's" profile.....just to be informed for the next time...lol))
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 10:14 am
Having watched te battle between those magic users Valan shuddered, he hated watchign them battle. Stuped people with their own agendas. Taking out of his bag some food, hopeing that he would pull out something eddible. Moving his hand around he hit a small round object, pulling it out he sighed, it was only one orange. Peeling it apart he sucked on the flesh of it. at least it was something.
Dumping the trash from the orange. Hhe stood up and walked towards one of the trees. he needed a new place to stay the night. The bugs were to much of annoyance at his home right now. Always sneaking up and chewing on his wooden floors, wooden roof and wooden walls. He hated it.
Luckly he had once pulled out a tent from his bag and now was going to set it up on the garden. It was close enough to his home so when he woke up at first light he could sneak back home. He just hoped that annoying family that lived next to him wouldn't know that he was gone. Valan hated gossip.
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