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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Aug 27, 2009 20:41:02 GMT -6
(( *sniffle sniffle* I feel so... rejected! Tinker: Now, now, miss Kendi. You take these things too seriously. Show us a pretty smile. Kendi: *sniff* Nevermind the sorrow; the creepiness of your consolation is a more pressing matter. Tinker: Oh? I have never been a young lady, but I assume an embrace from Due might cheer you up, no? Due: ... Kendi: Hm.... Due... Kendi: Why not? *hugs* Due: *stabs me through the heart* Dead Kendi: Hey, I do feel better! ^^ ))
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Post by Paladin on Aug 27, 2009 23:43:36 GMT -6
"She likes to be called Blair" Elena smiled. She was about to go off on the meticulous detail and work was put into making the eyes (which would have been quite a boring tirade) when a large voice echoed through the hall and all people turned towards the speakers podium. "Finally" The young man in the red velvet chair muttered as he hopped up and strode towards Elena. "Hello Fluke" Elena slightly cocked her head at the sight of her young friend. "Why, is it really the daughter of the Father of Robotics himself?" Evander mocked playfully. "Did I miss anything of importance?" "No. Did not really meet many people that seemed of importance or competition either." Elena spoke in a hush tone; slightly leaning towards Evan.
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Post by Daeiel on Aug 31, 2009 8:28:34 GMT -6
"Kip," murmured Richie, one of hands nervously tapping his thigh, "Kip..."
"What?" Christopher Saunders was not one to pick up on subtle hints.
"It's time to hush up, Kip."
"Says who?" Christopher returned to his experiment, his eyes widening in awe as his findings were slowly displayed in an array of colours.
"Says our sponsor, you simpleton. Now stop it this instant and listen!"
"By God, you sound like a disgruntled nursery-nanny." Kip gave a queer little 'Ha!' of amusement, before realizing that everyone else had indeed shut up, and by now he was on the verge of making a spectacle of himself. "Dammit, Richie, I hate it when you're right."
"I'm always right, Kip."
"I know. And I hate you for it."
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Post by Kelila on Sept 1, 2009 15:59:35 GMT -6
Liza whipped her head around to look towards the front of the hall. "Finally, they're starting! We've been waiting all day for this!" She tapped the point of her parasol on the floor emphatically with each word. "Let's hear it, then." --------------- Jonathan waited for the crowd to grow silent before he began. Rearranging his notes for the thousandth time, he looked out over the crowd, scanning his audience. Some of them looked excited and raring to go, whilst some of them looked harshly on with grim determination. He gulped. Well, this was it. "Hello, all you who have traveled here, both near and far, newcomers and experienced seekers of adventure. I welcome you today to the Norrisson Conference Hall. I am Jonathan Norrisson, grandson of the late John Norrisson, who is the true sponsor of our events today. The hall itself in which you stand was built by the charge of my grandfather, and today it serves as a proper gathering place for an event like no other. "It was his will that this event be held. He wanted everyone to experience the thrill of adventure, the satisfaction of personal achievement, and the novelty of invention. To experience the world in all its complexities was a goal that he always held to for his whole life, and he never steered away from it. Through you, he wanted to continue that journey today." Jonathan gave a nod to an assistant standing by, who tugged on a large cord hanging at the back of the stage. With a rushing, fluttering noise, an enormous map of the world unrolled on the wall for everyone to see. "As you can see behind me, this is a map. My grandfather commissioned it just before he passed away. The dotted line you see traced in red," Jonathan gestured to the map, pointing out the scarlet path that wound its way over the map's surface, "That is the route my grandfather charted on his last grand adventure, which he made in a dirigible he built himself. The route winds its way over the American continent, and ends somewhere in the Pacific ocean. You will all be receiving miniaturized copies of this map as my assistants hand them out to you." He paused for a minute or so as the flyers were handed to the curious crowd. "Now. This is the crucial point. You all may be wondering why I am showing this to you." "We sure are!" yelled a voice from the back, followed by a scattering of nervous laughter around the room. Momentarily unnerved, Jonathan regained his composure and continued, "Well. On this voyage, my grandfather had taken with him nearly half of the entire family fortune... which, of course, is a considerable amount." Murmurs of excitement were heard around the room. The Norrissons were obviously an extremely wealthy family, so half of the entire fortune--well. Jonathan went on: "I know it seems foolish of me to be announcing such a fact to everyone, but you must understand, my grandfather hid away this... this treasure so that only the bravest and most determined adventurer could find it. I am not that person. I have never been much of a thrill-seeker. That is why I am turning over the task to you. "There are only a few problems involved in this mission. My grandfather's trail ends somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. He purposefully left the last few parts of his captain's log blank so that only the most dedicated seeker could find the location of his fortune. It is presumably an island, of course, but beyond that, we don't know much. We do know, however, that the location is probably protected by a barrage of traps and puzzles, for he was a very creative man who loved tricks and riddles." A wave of groans swept through the crowd. Some people facepalmed. "Will we get any hints?" Asked a spry voice. Jonathan scratched his head. "Well, seeing as he hardly told anyone about the voyage at all, we really don't know anything about the puzzles. Can't help you there," he shrugged. "You will need to furnish your own transportation for this journey. My advice would be to find an ally or two and group together, for two heads are always better than one. You will definitely need help on this trip, I can assure you that. My grandfather's journal shows that the trip is fraught with danger, but if you face the day with everything you have, you will come out all right. Now, adventurers, thrill-seekers, treasure-hunters, I bid you all a bon voyage. May your journeys be fulfilling, and your rewards be great. Thank you." Jonathan picked up his notes, gave a slight bow to the audience, and left the stage. ((Wow. REALLY. Long. Post. )
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Sept 2, 2009 2:47:07 GMT -6
(( Oh, but it was very good! I like long posts anyway. ^^ I don’t mean to be brash, but as the self-appointed director for Team Evil, I feel I must assert myself as such, for otherwise, Team Evil will physically harm me for not involving them high enough in the plot! Allow me to begin the puzzles with one that Mr. Norrisson didn’t plan for… and don’t worry, it’s very easy! First come, first serve for this one if you know where to look! ))
The nervous man with the covered staff coughed as he was handed a map. Glancing over it carefully, he pulled out a rough pencil and made a few notes. The string of calculative thoughts made their way onto that paper at a surprisingly decisive pace (considering the previously sluggish attitude of the man who put them down); -The parchment world itself didn’t seem to know what had hit it! The man’s eyes left the page only once, though the thoughts and his fingers continued their dance, and it took an entire 4.9 seconds for those fingers to stop after he made a realization that should have made him freeze. Now lifting his head, he spotted a flicker of fire coming from the direction of two young men. One of them was still grasping a flask in one hand, and there was also a strange scent of chemicals emitting from their general area. Striding toward them, he rubbed the back of his neck and muttered lamely, “Do you have the time?”
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After the close of the speech, (( going out on a limb and assuming he’s finished, XD )) and the applause had died down, a voice reached Jonathan’s ears. “Truly, an inspiring speech, young Norrisson!” Tinker beamed from behind him… directly behind him, that is, clapping away ecstatically at an erratic tempo. Clap clap clap! ... Clap! Clap clap clap! ... Clap clap clap! Clap! Clap clap clap! ... Clap! “I wish great fortune to all the travelers, young and old!” still clapping while speaking. Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap clap clap! Clap clap clap! “I, of course, am far too tired to make the journey myself, but I assure you that the competitors won’t be the only ones making a lively game of it!” Clap! Clap clap clap! Clap! Clap! ... Clap! Clap! ... Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap clap clap! Clap! ...Clap! Clap! Clap!
(( I doubt everyone can hear him clapping; maybe only Jonathan can, - or maybe Jonathan himself can’t hear the clapping. It’s really up to you guys! Please excuse any errors or funny-sounding sentences. It’s early and I’m quite tired. XD ))
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Post by Daeiel on Sept 2, 2009 12:17:19 GMT -6
((I'm sorry, but I could not resist throwing in a Homestar Runner quote: "I say there, monstrosity, do you have the times?" Oh, brilliant... ) "Do you have the time?" Kip gave a start, almost dropping his flask, while Richie merely coughed into one gloved hand and replied. "Oh, hello." Neither reaction was the correct answer, so immediately both young men reached for their pocket-watches and spurted, simultaneously, "It's half-past-two", whereupon both parties stared at each other incredulously, proceeding to laugh nervously and then let it trail off awkwardly. Afterwards, they both cleared their throats and gave the most innocently charming smiles they could muster (Kip was at a slight disadvantage, considering his aviator goggles and overall chemically-saturated odor).
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Sept 9, 2009 15:05:30 GMT -6
"Thankyou," the man mumbled, looking abashed. He began walking off, but paused and turned half-way. He suddenly inquired in a dubious tone, "Can I ask why you're holding those chemicals?"
(( That misuse of grammer KILLED me to type! "I don't know, CAN you?" *headdesk* ))
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Post by Daeiel on Sept 10, 2009 9:36:18 GMT -6
((Oh, I've done it before and lived, Ms. Kendi!!! Gives a bit of colloquial flavour to it, don't you think?))
"Can I ask why you're holding those chemicals?"
Richie opened his mouth to answer, before realising that he himself did not know precisely why Kip was holding the flask of chemicals, and Richard Mayhew never answered a question unless he was precisely sure of its answer.
Thankfully, for once Kip knew what he was talking about. He gave a nervous chuckle, adjusted his aviator goggles with his free hand, and answered, "Well, I'm trying to see who's our competition." He coughed, trying to keep the piece of copy-paper with the fingerprints on it out of sight. "So far only a few results, sir."
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Sept 10, 2009 15:11:27 GMT -6
(( Hey guys, just because your characters have to decipher the code for real, doesn't mean YOU have to! Pick out a couple adjetives discribing the puzzle. *cough* Try looking up "code" and "rhythm" on a search site! ^^ It's role play. It's OKAY to cheat! ...and that's our new slogan! j/k ))
"Angelo," The man said abruptly. Clearing his throat, he repeated in a more genial manner, "My name is Angelo. And I'm one of your... competitors. I'll let you know that I didn't touch any flyers," lifting a gloved hand, "...not that it would matter if I did," He really had nothing against the two; -it was a slight personality flaw at most (or at least, that was what Master Tinker had said). His intention had been to find some amity in some fellow competitors. He sighed and scratched his head, “…this was a ‘hand-out’ I guess,”
(( How will we make the traveling arrangements? Are all our characters going together? Just curious. ))
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Post by Kelila on Sept 10, 2009 17:57:21 GMT -6
((A-actually, I was waiting for Turkey to reply... >_> All the search sites give me is stuff about a band called Rhythm Code, and some _SPOILER_ guides.))
((I'd say that everyone makes travel arrangements individually. I was inspired by the steampunk novels "Airborne" and "Skybreaker", in case you were wondering. Like Jonathan suggested, it would be best if people formed "teams", I suppose.))
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Sept 10, 2009 19:50:28 GMT -6
(( Lol, a band? XD Seriously, the code is very obvious. Very VERY obvious now! I know he said "teams", but how big should our teams be? Are our characters all going to become one team, or just smaller groups? Maybe split into two teams? ))
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Post by Kelila on Sept 10, 2009 20:29:47 GMT -6
((I'm dreadfully sorry. I've spoilt everything now, haven't I? ;_; I still can't work it out! All I get after translation is a bunch of P's and B's and punctuation marks! THE AGONY! GHAHREHEHGGGHH-- I guess all it depends on the personal preference of the characters, and who gets along with whom.))
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Sept 10, 2009 20:35:30 GMT -6
(( Lol, wasn't it painfully obvious now that you think about it? XD I'm actually flattered you almost created a whole new code out of that silly puzzle! XD And if people pair up with who they get along with, who's Due the emo-zombie-psycho going to go with? J/K ))
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Post by Daeiel on Sept 11, 2009 11:39:20 GMT -6
((The emo psycho zombie may travel with a pyromaniac and a dreadfully cynical young man if he so chooses!))
"Oh, well," began Richie, before Kip could begin to refute what the gentleman had said, "I'm Richard Mayhew, and this is my, er...."
"Christopher Saunders," interjected Kip, extending a hand to shake.
"Yes, that about sums it up. This is my Christopher Saunders."
"Shut up, Richie."
"It's not my fault you're entirely too odd to be described by any word in the English language."
"Shut up and enjoy life a bit more, Richie."
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Sept 12, 2009 13:14:25 GMT -6
(( If we have to go in two groups, I'm thinking it would be more fun having Due go with your pyromaniac and your cynic. XD Oh well, I'll see how Angelo gets along with them I guess! ))
Angelo shook the man's extended hand briefly before clearing his throat, "I'll just tell you straight; I need a mode of transportation. Judging from your looks..." he grasped desperately at the right words, "I just believe we could benefit each other if we went together,” He now made an effort to draw attention to the covered staff in his hand, though undoubtedly, it had already been noticed. Quickly, he slid some of the cover off, revealing a finger-long metal spike on one side. “This race is dangerous,” he murmured, hoping his point came across. ‘ If I’m not fighting with you, I will be fighting against you’, was not the point he meant, though it might has well have been taken that way, -Angelo didn’t really care. (( Though such an enthusiastic adventurer might already have some way of defense, Angelo doesn’t know that. He just sees a half-crazy detective and his cynical partner. XD Gosh, Turkey should post already. I feel bad for posting so much. -Even though we do this all the time anyway. XD By the way, my sister loves Kip and Richie and so do I! XD ))
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Post by Daeiel on Sept 14, 2009 19:03:47 GMT -6
((I would reply this instant, but I think we should wait for Mr. Paladin-Turkey....))
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Post by Paladin on Sept 15, 2009 20:53:35 GMT -6
As soon as Jonathan stepped down from his podium, Elena gave her copy of the map a quizzical look and sighed. "When does the next Zeppelin leave for the west?" Elena turned swiftly to Fluke, her right thumb pressed under her chin while tapping the crest of her lip repeatedly. Evander Fluke detested this habit, although Elena's father took pride that she had acquired the habit from her own father.
"And why should I know? Am I your butler now, too?" Fluke shot back with a hint of adolescent swagger.
"No, it is just that I had told you twice before we left The Rhinecliff to go check the schedules. I should not have to suffer due to your incompetence." She smirked, almost challengingly. "Never mind. I do know that there are two ships flying out to both San Francisco and Ashland in the west coast. However, they don't leave for a few days." Elena stared at the miniature map whilst boring the image into her head.
"We could take the railroad. It is quite extensive from what I have heard. Leads all the way westward."
"What you say, Blair?" Elena asked the mechanical feline.
Blair simply purred. "Meow"
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Post by Daeiel on Sept 16, 2009 14:45:55 GMT -6
"This race is dangerous..."
Richard's eye swiveled over the man, announced as Angelo. Carefully painted to match his other, natural eye to perfection, it acted as a detector of lies, emotions, traps, anything he set his mind on, this contraption could decode. The man wasn't threatening them, persay, more of hinting what happened to those on his bad side.
"You know, I may be wrong," began Richie, nervously coughing and rubbing the back of his neck, "But generally that's not the best way to get alliances."
"But we'll give you one," interrupted Kip, knowing Richie's first instincts were often correct, and therefore this man was somewhat on the offensive, "We will."
Richard glowered at Kip, a quick, scathing glance, before turning back to the man, "But I see how this can mutually benefit us both. Mutually."
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Sept 16, 2009 16:47:45 GMT -6
(( Hint/Giveaway: In Morse code, three quick "dots" are equal to a "dash". Dot: - Dash: --- ))
Almost instantly after Richie spoke, Angelo's shoulders dropped, as did his menacing air. He nodded in agreement. “Alright then,” Making one swift movement, he flipped the cover back over his weapon before continuing, “You make the travel arrangements. In return, I’ll make sure you reach the treasure alive.” Sensing their unease, he flashed a quick smirk, though his tone belied all seriousness, “You’ll just have to trust me when I tell you that I’m not the most dangerous person in this crowd,” --- Due pulled himself up to look over the banister near Jonathan. He blinked for some time as though his vision was clouded before focusing his sights on a small group of people. Sluggishly, he reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a small gun. He slid a small dart inside, brought it to eye-level, and then paused as though waiting for something.
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Post by Daeiel on Sept 16, 2009 17:04:18 GMT -6
Richard gave a beatific smile, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know, Signor Angelo, we didn't believe for a minute that you were."
Kip glanced over at Richie, smirked, and continued studying their competition.
((Very short, but it's just a bit of dialogue...))
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