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Paderau's head hurt. His eyes, which were still squeezed tightly shut, felt like they had swollen several sizes too large for their sockets. And if brains could slosh around in one's skull - Paderau still wasn't sure that they couldn't - then his brain had snuck out, gotten drunk to the gills, and became thoroughly pounded, crushed, and trampled by several angry bouncers before being poured back into his cranium by a well-meaning passerby. His legs twitched fitfully, like those of a dying cockroach's.
The pain faded a little, and he realized he was sprawled belly-up on the floor. That was a bad sign, he thought. A dull ache in his back told him he still had his prized adamantine shield. That was a good sign. And his nose was still wet. Paderau forced himself to get up, making a noise somewhere between a groan and an reflexive whimper. Then he sniffed and opened his eyes, blinking stupidly as his vision adjusted itself. It took him a few moments later to realize that some kind of deal had been made. Everyone in the room looked strange and in some cases, bizarre. Yet they didn't look like bad folk. So, he raised a paw. "What they said," he croaked. |
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Ambereye is delighted to see another member to their group make their presence known. With a large amount of glee and happiness, she rushes over to the new-comer and gives them a hug while shouting, "PUPPY!" She always wanted a dog, and it seemed that the god had managed to give her one. She wasn't exactly sure how to take care of one, but since it could talk, that would be a great help in doing so.
Reluctantly she let the dog go, and remember the catman's presence as well, "OK, Puppy, not fighting with the Kitty-Man, OK?" Finally thinking about the 'Kitty-Man's' last comment, coupled with all of the conversations so far. "So you want one percent of what we return to Cayden. Since we're returning half of his divinity, that would mean we would get part of his divinity... OOO, we get to become minor gods or something... YIPPY!" Ambereye gets all pensive all of the sudden, "If I'm going to be a god, what am I going to be a god of. Well, if we're all going to be gods, I don't think I can be the god of puppies, or kitties, or blobby things, or people who stretch, or people who seem to not want to do anything; the other have that covered. I could be the god of guns, or maybe bullets, I don't think I would be a good god of gnomes, what about a god of people who make new things that make guns aim better and looks prettier... that might work..." the rest of Ambereye's ramblings seem to take place in silence in her own mind. |
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Cayden sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply. "Right, you six are the realm's most powerful heroes currently free. So, here's the deal." He said, looking at all of them in term.
"First of all, I don't want you lot already getting on eachother's nerves with this harem business. Swear to myself that if you lot die due to not trusting each other because of petty bad blood, I will make your resurrection painful." He stood up and snapped his fingers, six strange square-like devices appearing on the table infront of him. Anyone who was up to date with technology would recognize it to be PDAs. "You can use these to keep notes, keep track of each other's positions, dimension jump, and contact me. More on that third one in a bit." The god said, taking another deep pull from his seemingly neverending tankard. "darn...still not nearly drunk enough..." "Sanchez, you are not reincarnating as a duck, and whatever, fine, take extra from Rwarasarus and split it amogst yourselves. Seems fair enough to me." Cayden said, drinking heavily before continuing. "Agh, so, the deal is, I don't actually know where in the bloody hell he is. So, you six are going to have to track him down. Through time. And space. Just...tell the PDAs where you want to go, or the funny magical square boxes if you have no idea what a PDA is. " Cayden snapped his fingers again, the door opening to reveal a black, neverending void. "Right, if that will be all the questions, go ahead and get searching. Your first destination is the last known hiding place of his Arch Bishiop." Cayden said, groaning. "If you'll excuse me, I have to get very, very smashed." He began to sit back down before standing back up. "Right, and before I forget..." He points to Ambereye "You. You seem like the least likely to get them all killed. You're in charge, Ambereye. Make sure they don't do anything stupid" Then he slumped back down, going back to drinking heavily. |
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"Pardon? I had thought I would be the obvious candidate for 'in charge.' What with a basic grasp on language and the good sense to negotiate. Adorable as the little sprat is I just don't know whether she is leadership material. Not to mention my good looks, natural charm, and abundant other features which endear me to those I am around. For instance..." With that, he turns one of his various weapons on poor Ambereye, who never saw it coming. Sitting at the table as he is, he conjures a bowl of milk from absolutely nowhere, and laps at it in such a manner as to focus cuteness directly in her direction. It was an old parlor trick, as was the fact his pupils had dilated to take up most of the space in his eye without going completely black and thereby becoming excessively creepy rather than cute. "Mrow" he says, with all the charm he can muster.
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Ambereye is stunned, "Wow! Really? ME?! You want me to lead. Why I would be honored and..." It is here that the catperson began to interrupt her acceptance.
You can see Ambereye get upset and frustrated with the cat, "Hey, just because you can summon a bowl of milk doesn't mean that you can do a better job than me. So you're just going to keep licking it, instead of respond to me. What?! You can't even look me in the eye while... I'm... talking... so cute..." Last edited by Insacrum; Aug 10th, 2012 at 04:12 PM. |
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Tulip let an indignant "Tch..." at the unforgivable decision that she wouldn't be reincarnated as the Animal of her choice. As Cayden explains the functions she swipes her one up into her hands twisting it and attempting to bend it, lastly taking a fang and tentatively nibbles the corner. When it doesn't seem to blemish she murmurs "...cool...."
When it's decided that the hyper one is going to be in charge her face shows no reaction. "At least it's not me....but she has the stealth qualties of a very small elephant....could mean more effort for me....great..." Still she wasn't going to complain. The loud cat begins talking again and Tulip isn't fooled by his ruse for a second. hands in her pockets she raises the sole of her sandaled foot and kicks him. "Oy Kitty cat....Stop being jealous...greens not your colour....then again neither is whatever you are..." Her slitted pupil roll under her lids to the side and observe Amber as she saunters past "Well done Boss..." |
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Ambereye shakes her head as she is relieved from looking into the too-cute eyes of the cat. "Right," She says to no one in particular, as she grabs her own DAP, or however it's spelled.
"So our first location is through that void filled doorway." She turns to Cayden, "You mentioned that this thing can be used to contact you..." She waves her PDA around, "How do we do that? Can you give us a rundown about how the magic in this thing works?" |
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Sina finally notices the sixth adventurer in the room as he speaks up for the first time. Cayden's magic transportation seems to have hit him harder than the others. "Hey, you all right? You don't look so well." Her tone is one more of curiosity than concern, however, and when Cayden Cailean speaks again she turns her attention back to him. She is surprised with the appearance of the so-called "PDAs" - travel through time and space? With those? - but soon suspends her disbelief, as she usually does with magic items. She walks to Cayden's table and picks one of the contraptions, stuffing it into her coat for later use.
She then watches the whole episode with the cat, the bowl of milk, and Sanchez's nonchalant kick. "Honestly? I don't care who the leader here is. We're all strangers here, anyway. In any case, we should get going soon. We have bishops to find and dinosaurs to track." She's also eager to leave the tavern, as the strong smell of alcohol is starting to make her feel queasy. It didn't show on her face, though. |
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Kriss is giddy at the prospect of presents. "OooooOOOooo... this looks tasty. I don't supposed it comes in an un-edible form? That would probably be for the best." Upon seeing the doggy, she immediately bounds over to him and begins to pet him. It's like someone petting you with a slightly warm thing of jello. Odd, but relaxing and invigorating. "And you got me a doggy... this is the Best day ever!"
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The kitten was kicked, oh how woefully he was kicked. "Oh do not worry, my dear Sanchez, I would not ignore you either. There is enough of my affection for all of you. Except the dog. Plus I think the dog is a boy. He smells decidedly unfeminine and partially disgusting, so I would keep him off your legs." He stands up and surveys Tulip, having not taken the time to do so previously.
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Hearing the cat mention the dog she casts the small corgyn a pretty frown appears on her face for a split second and her small button nose wrinkled adorably in distaste. She didn't like dogs, they had always tried to dominate the slums...pack mentality and all that...there were more than a few that she'd had to put down.... despite that....
"I'd probably let him on my legs before I'd let you..." She hisses, the fleeting emotion that appeared on her face was gone in a millisecond. She stood four inches taller than Greg, favoured with a pretty face and slim build. She easily seduced men when it was required but other than what was necessary she had never had an interest in them, or women, or whatever Kriss was. as she turned her back on Greg he'd notice her left arm and right leg were encased in scales. A trail of the green, heart shaped mounds led diagonally down her back, from the arm to the leg visible in the space between the cropped and hooded yet sleeveless top and baggy three-quarter lengths... all in black. Other than this and her golden eyes one would mistake her for human. Despite her incredibly lazy nature every move she makes looks extremely dainty and when she walks her hips often move hypnotically due to her serpentine nature and she has had to dispatch more than a few stalkers. Sensing the cat staring she turns her head to stare back "If it's a staring contest your after.....you do know that snakes.... don't have eye lids...." she drawls a malicious grin forming on her face. She did in fact have eyelids but she wanted to judge just how gullible he might be... |
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Tulip's boast is interrupted by Kriss' silliness, as her eyes stretch over to just in front of Tulip's eyeballs. "I don't either! Staring contest go!"
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Despite the awful headache, Paderau smiled faintly and glanced up at Kriss. "Aw, shucks. Just call me Paddy, miss," he chuckled. "It's what my friends always called me." His tail did a half-wag all on its own, and he nodded thankfully in the gnome's direction for her rather energetic greeting. He ignored Tulip's disapproving stare in good-natured stride.
Something seemed wrong, though, and his gaze settled on Greg. The Corgyn began to growl softly, sensing the feline's charming wiles already at work. Paderau did not approve of manipulation. His ears had also perked up at the god's mention of this mysterious 'harem.' He still hadn't completely puzzled out what a harem was for, but he briefly wondered if he could get one to feed him. Last edited by Akeii; Aug 12th, 2012 at 04:03 AM. |
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Cayden just sighed, shaking his head as he snapped his fingers again. Kriss would find her PDA significantly less smoking. "Right, forgot. Look, just..." He said, motioning them to the black abyss. "If you need to use the...um, magic...device..., just tap the icons. They're all in common. 'Teleport, Call, etc etc'" He waved his hand in a circular motion. "Idiot proof. I wouldn't advise just teleporting anywhere though, there are way, way too many locations. Make sure you don't enter a typo, they have a cooldown period of about ten minutes." He said, snapping his fingers. "Ok, now seriously, get going."
And with that, the tavern tipped a good 90 degrees, causing the six to fall...down, into the door... ... Its warm. That's what you could tell. As the warm light of the sun shines on your face and you slowly stagger to your feet, you can tell that you appear to be in some sort of village, populated by various races. They are all dressed in extremely old, oudated clothes, with silly hats that remind you of buckets. Their town is smelly, muddy, with wooden cabins all around. None of them seem to have noticed your sudden appearance, however, as they are all crowded around a humanoid figure, dressed in elaborate priestly robes, who is currently tied to a stake in the middle of the town. What was distinctive about him, however, was the fact that he had the head of a velociraptor. "FOOOOLLLLSSSS" He spat out, over the roaring cries of "burn him!" "Burn the witch!" "I AM NOT EVEN A WIITCCHHH! I AM A PREIISSST!" It would appear they intend to burn him alive. |
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