The Sereni-Tree and the return of ThatWeirdGirl
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Wednesday, January 4, 2006 14:50
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*on Boros*
A small hot dog stall, a Monkey dressed as a Ninja flips slabs of meat. Citizen dressed in a Grey suit with a bowler hat and big feather calls out to the passing crowds
Hot Dogs get your Hot Dogs! Spicy Chihuahuas Enchiladas here!
The Monkey starts gesticulating wildly, jumping up and down and pointing at the meat
What’s that boy, little orphan Timmy is stuck down the well?
Monkey eye’s Citizen viscously. Throws an empty bottle of Hot Sauce, which hits Citizen on the head
Ow, so we’re out of Hot Sauce? Damn, well to be honest I don’t particularly want to talk to the keeper of the Hot Sauce, those questions can be pretty hard, and we both know what happens if you get them wrong.
Citizen spots Safe and Jack moving against the crowd. He hurries over to them, and holds a mirror up to their faces. Safe and Jack eye him quizzically
Reflection is important, I can tell that your people of Action, people who get the job done, from your reflection.
Citizen puts the mirror back in his suit pocket.
So how would you feel about doing a job for me, pays well, plus I’m well connected. Respectable businessman see, and what-ever it is your looking for I can help you find it.
What do you say?
More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
Remember, the ice caps aren't melting, the water is being liberated.
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Safe and Jack make their way down the street. Winding their way amongst the crowds, hawkers and street vendors, they are constantly bombarded with various sales pitches, everything from clothes, food, rare books, to escort services. The last giving Jack the most pause.
“Aww… C’mon Safe, lighten’ up a bit.”
Safe smacks Jack in the back of the head “Focus!”
Their progress is interrupted by a man shoving a mirror in their faces and blathering something about reflections. “Reflection is important, I can tell that you are people of Action, people who get the job done, from your reflection.”
Jack brushes the man off as just another crackpot. Safe stops, his curiosity piqued.
“So how would you feel about doing a job for me, pays well, plus I’m well connected. Respectable businessman see, and what-ever it is you’re looking for I can help you find it.” The man blurts out as his eyes dart nervously between the two. Jacks glower makes him question whether he was right in choosing these two, but Safe’s raised eyebrow gives him the courage and opening to plunge ahead.
“What do you say?” he asks, nervously adjusting his bowler.
Jack grabs the man by his lapels and drags him close, “what do you know of our business” he asks in a quiet, dangerous voice.
“Jack, put the man down, you’re attracting a crowd” Safe says looking around. “Lets go some place quiet and let this man speak his piece, and then we’ll decide how healthy he remains.”
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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Such talented writing in this thread!
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*Stops running and looks around......at Boros!*
What the... How the... Where am I?
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Citizen smiles nervously at the man who had hoisted him bodily off the ground and was glaring at him, violent like.
Well, if ya gents want some place quite to talk...
Jack drops Citizen nonchalantly to the dirt floor. Citizen stares up at him and smiles.
Just walk right this way. I know of a good place we can get some business done.
Citizen leads them through the maze of Market stalls, beggars and backstreets, the environment getting more and more run down and dilapidated with each step.
Eventually they come to a big metal door, which Citizen raps on three times. The door slides open too show an old warehouse pilled high with boxes.
Two small Monkey’s, dressed as Ninja’s one carrying an old rusty Katana, the other a large assault rifle adorned with animal pelts, glower at Safe and Jack. A large Gorilla hangs from a pipe by the door.
Don’t worry about him, that’s just Pigeon, he loves to hang around by the door and say BOO!
Citizen smiles as he beckons Safe and Jack in, starting to act more confident and comfortable now. He beckons them over to a small table with a number of chairs arranged around it.
So let’s talk business.
Citizen leans back in his chair, and removes his hat.
I run the McKayNine fast food venture, best food this side of the Core, and you know why?
Citizen glances between the two faces before him neither look impressed.
Special sauce, no one else can get it ‘cept me, and anyone I tell about it. What I need is you two to pickup a consignment, and then bring it back here too me. In return not only will you earn yourselves some good coin, but I’ll help you find whatever or whoever you’re lookin’ for.
More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
Remember, the ice caps aren't melting, the water is being liberated.
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*PR slowly walks through the dancing crowd, looking from one face to another, smiling.*
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue." 
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."
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*CMS finally makes it downstairs to the party, now in full swing. Not quite ready to join the crowd on the dance floor, she heads over to the bar to get a drink.*
Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
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*stands at the bar, drinking whisky*
Hey Serenity! How are you doing? Fancy a drink? We have all sorts here *lowers voice* although they could do with a slightly better class of whisky.
*watches the dance floor with patient interest*
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Quote:
Originally posted by mai:
*joins in the dancing all by her sad lonesome ... *
*spies Mai dancing all by her lonesome. Walks over to her and asks...*
May I have this dance, my lady?
"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"
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Static descends to the party and wanders over to her...and stands, watching her make snow angels.
TWG feels his gaze upon her and props herself up on an elbow and smiles up at him.
The smile batters through the walls that had been erected around the Gunslinger's heart, laying waste to them. He feels a stab of pain and elation at the same time and it sinks to the very core of his being. A glow begins to expand slowly outward. The faintest hint of a smile plays at the corner of his mouth.
Without a word, he kneels beside TWG and his arms encircle her. He scoops her up against him and kisses her fiercely, but tenderly. Every iota of love in his heart for her is transmitted by the kiss.
After what seems like eons, his lips part with hers and he stares into her dancing eyes.
"I lost you. And then I found you again...and then I lost myself for a while."
A painful grimace flashes across his face for a brief second, chasing a sour memory, and is gone.
"I'm trying to find myself again. I want you to join me in that."
"I love you. Beyond words."
"Merry Christmas."
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