The Sereni-Tree, an evil doll, and a showdown on Boros
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Saturday, February 11, 2006 06:02
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on boros
The stranger stands for a beat after making his demand. Citizen smiled and steps closer.
"Well, aren't we the well prepared boy scout?" He said casually.
The stranger raised the pressure sensor clasped in his hand. Citizen smiled and nodded.
"Oh I understand you're in control here." He said slowly. "Far as I'm concerned that man was an outside contractor, if he sold us out you chose your contact poorly." Citizen took another slow step closer to the stranger.
"Life is hard for many here and the Alliance presence is strong. Not many are trust worthy, next time you may want to be a bit more careful about who you ask for help."
The stranger looked Citizen up and down. "Maybe I should start with you, what do you think?"
Citizen nodded toward the statue behind him. "Notice anything?" He said. "Besides, far as I can tell you need me, I'm guessing you want off this rock, and there's only two ways off, one's through me, and the others through the Alliance."
Citizen tipped his hat. "Names Citizen, so maybe we should get down to business otherwise we’re just wasting each others time."
More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.
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Hey Ath. Yeah, I'm okay, and Soul will be. Let's wait for TRM and then we'll talk.
You don't think Kelly's got any leftover lasagne in the kitchen do you? I'm starving. Would you go run and look?
And maybe some rootbeer?
Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
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Originally posted by citizen:
on boros
"Oh I understand you're in control here." He said slowly. "Far as I'm concerned that man was an outside contractor, if he sold us out you chose your contact poorly." Citizen took another slow step closer to the stranger.
"Life is hard for many here and the Alliance presence is strong. Not many are trust worthy, next time you may want to be a bit more careful about who you ask for help."
He said. "Besides, far as I can tell you need me, I'm guessing you want off this rock, and there's only two ways off, one's through me, and the others through the Alliance."
Citizen tipped his hat. "Names Citizen, so maybe we should get down to business otherwise we’re just wasting each others time."
SR put's the switch into his pocket and in turn offers with his other hand the gem that he used to capture the late Wally's attention. Simultaneously he takes up the conversation quickly. His words are enuciated smoothly, but with no wasted breath.
"If you were going to kill me I would be dead all ready. I am convinced you don't wan't me as a captive. I'm certain we're not safe here. That's what I have to pay with at the present. You can hold on to it as collateral, if you want something else."
Scorpion Regent
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Citizen hoisted his briefcase and dropped the gem into an inside pocket. "Okay, I know a place."
He turns toward the back of the entrance hall. "Safe, Jack, seems we're moving out."
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Oh so not only am I constantly deluged with patients with largely self-inflicted wounds, now you're turning my infirmary into a meeting room?
*wanders off muttering about how little respect the medical profession holds today*
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Mai? Mai, wake up dear, you’re only dreaming. Mai? There’s folk asking about you, wondering what’s going on. It’s starting to damage my calm.
*Mai continues her fitful sleep, tossing sheets assunder, clutching at air. cozen considers utilising the diablolically foolproof secret Mai-waking technique. Then reconsiders when stricken with a statistically unlikely pang of conscience. He turns to Schwartz and mutters.*
Huh. Well, given the Tree Of Probablities around here, I guess even I can be affected by strange events. Still, this conscience thing, doesn’t, feel… right.
*Opens a closet door with the intention of placing his conscience amongst the wide variety of psychological demons nesting on the shelves, but his conscience will have none of that and remains resolutely planted within his brainpan. Instead, he rummages about until he finds a silken blanket, a remnant of those times when kidnapping was the order of the day and Spam was slung. He drapes the blanket over Mai, but it’s not long ere another dream induced spasm sends it afluttering about the room.*
Hmmm. There’s an idea….
*Ignoring a long series of comm calls thematically centred either on Mai’s welfare or a call to arms, he looks over the several items of baggage that have recently been liberated from the cargo bay. He chooses one embossed with the initials “KoL”. Upon opening it he finds several neatly folded dresses and gowns in a variety of natural colours ranging from forest greens to blood red. One in particular stands out from the rest: a dazzling white flocked chiffon number with a pearl belt and matching lace and pearl trim at the neckline.*
Well, unless I miss my guess, this is a gorram wedding dress, eh? For whom, I wonder?
*He stops wondering as he carefully drapes the dress along Mai. Seconds later, she has flung it aside. He selects another dress at random and drapes Mai with it. In short order, it is sent flying. He repeats the draping until the satchel is emptied, always with the same result.*
Fun, a new game! I dub this game: Fling-A-Dress.
*Hauls out a battered canvas duffel, on the side of which is sewn in rough, dripping red letters the name “Nell”.*
*Soon cozen’s room is covered knee deep to a llama in elven and piratey apparel.*
***
"You think somebody wouldn't go see somebody if they didn't want entertainment?"
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Citizen hoisted his briefcase and dropped the gem into an inside pocket. "Okay, I know a place."
He turns toward the back of the entrance hall. "Safe, Jack, seems we're moving out."
"As to your earlier points. If I was in control I wouldn't be on the run now would I? Poor choice maybe, but desparate times call for quick decisions and I'm here and alive for the moment, which is more than I can say for him and he was someone you trusted enough to meet me so either we are both poor judges of character or both desparate men. Doesn't really matter does it?"
Scorpion Regent
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Citizen looked at the stranger for an instant. "Sometimes you have to think on your feet." He said. "Lets get moving."
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*still tired from harrowing recent events and relaxed by copious amounts of alcohol, elemdee rests his head on the bar and drifts off into slumber...
*elemdee finds himself in a familiar place, a skyscraper. here are his friends.
then he's cast into darkness as a too-immense-to-be-real yell for help crowds all other throught from his mind and then brings nothingness
*elemdee finds himself in front of a gate and staring at what must be a reflection...but no, it's another of him, and...and he's attacking! lmd fights back against himself, but the other is too fierce, too determined to make it past to the gate. again, lightmedark finds it all fading to black...
*elemdee must have taken a hard hit to the head...everything is blurry, mixed up, confused...these disparate elements don't belong together. what is this? who is that girl? why are there two of her? is she the one, errr two?
*a horrific pain engulfs lmd, there is an indescribable noise...then all is calm, clear...focused. he sees a shadow of himself run off towards apparently nothing, or maybe something he can't see.
*then, one thought punches through into his mind, repeating over and over, sharp staccato blasts: where is mai? where is mai?
*elemdee struggles to wake up, to find and help this person so strangely thrust into his life - but he can't.
well, he thinks, guess i'll just have to find some other way.
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http://www.xffx.net/blog <-inching towards daylight
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citizen:
Citizen looked at the stranger for an instant. "Sometimes you have to think on your feet." He said. "Lets get moving."
SR is in the motion from the get go.
He thinks to himself "If this guy only knew. I've been thinking on my feet all my life and on the move such that there is no end to it. After I'm dead my corpse will need to be tied down for a week till the reflex action of running stops."
"You best let me know who your people are so's I don't ventilate one of them as a result of a misunderstanding." He says to Citizen as he takes his weapon of his shoulder. He checks the chamber to confirm load and takes the clip out and taps it to confirm the shells are properly seated.
"Yeah slug rounds would be best." he thinks to himself as he confirms the ammo type.
Scorpion Regent
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