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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 23, 2004 20:02:10 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Upon the interrogation of a moogle.] * As he leads Mog through the corridors of the dungeons of Marblehead, Hands is uncharacteristically struck by an idea; a red-hot poker at your throat (assisted in this instance by the still-vivid memory of the juxtaposition of the naked Midnight and the content-looking Count) does wonders for the contriving of ways to save your neck (not only metaphorically). Instead of leading her to Midnight's cell, he leads her upstairs. * We're not keepin' 'er in the dungeons - the Count took 'er to 'is room. * Hands, despite the distraction constituted by Mog's shrieks of anger at this, remembers that Brinkatore said he was off to his quarters; he went with him from Midnight's cell for some of the way back to Mog's. When they arrive outside, the door is shut. Hands, indicating the poker, which although by this time no longer glowing is still very hot, says: * They're in there. Can I please go now? |
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Post by Madmogsue on Sept 23, 2004 22:31:28 GMT
*after a moment or so of concideration, the moogle lowers the poker*
ok.... but if anything goes wrong.... if i ever come into the same vacinity as you.... you'll live to regret it....
*Sly makes quick his exit, and leaves the moogle contemplating her next move*
Thoughts to self*** he says that Midnight is in here.... but why would she be here and not in a cell... it makes no sence.....
*still armed with the poker, Mog makes her entrance, unknowingly, into Marcus' room.....*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 23, 2004 22:33:35 GMT
* Hands in fact waits just outside listening, shield out and hand on sword-hilt. *
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Post by Madmogsue on Sept 23, 2004 22:44:43 GMT
* as the moogle creeps into the room, she sees a man who she has never come across before... a spanish looking man.... very tanned, but also unclean... but no where near as bad as the smelly one....*
*for a moment she is confused..... where is Midnight... who is this man.... and then the penny drops.....*
I'VE BEEN HAD!!!
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 23, 2004 23:42:48 GMT
*The man is Marcus right hand man Benito Quill. He sees Mog and Sly and quickly puts 2 & 2 togther he lunges at Mog.*
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Post by Madmogsue on Sept 23, 2004 23:49:06 GMT
*mog watches as the strange man makes a dash in her general direction.... realising that the situation is getting worse by the second...... she has to make her move quickly. as she briefly ponders what to do, she hears a second set of footsteps.... behind her. The odour tells her exactly who it is.*
*as the unknown man's grasp is inches from her, she makes a sudden leap for the air, flying right up to the rafters in the roof. The two men connect......
ku...po....
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 23, 2004 23:54:15 GMT
"OOUF."
*Quill's Head conects with Slys and he falls back into the room out cold.*
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Post by Madmogsue on Sept 24, 2004 0:00:58 GMT
* the moogle watches the stanger fall to the floor. she doesnt wait to see the smelly one's reaction.... she gets out of the room as quickly as her little wings will carry her.*
*she heads back down to the cells, not caring if anyone is wandering about and starts to shout on Midnight....*
Midnight..... MIIIIIIdnight.........where aaaaaare yoooooo?? MIDNIGHT??
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Post by Midnight on Sept 24, 2004 0:40:44 GMT
*Midnight is still in semi panther form when she hears Mog's voice echo down the corridors of the dungeons. First she let's out another almighty roar as the panther is louder than the woman then quickly changes back to completely human form.*
MOOOOGGGGG!!!
*Midnight at first forgets about the shackles and tries to run to the door and grazes her wrist against the damn things. Soon she sees Mog at the seemingly locked door with a bit of a struggle the little Moogle opens the door and flys in. With what little strength the little creature has she pulls the shackles from the wall freeing Midnight from the trap.*
Midnight: Right we better be gone. I don't know how long Marcus is going to be, we still need to find the shape-shifter and I have to get my dagger back. I can't leave that behind.
*Midnight and Mog quickly head into the corridor and are looking around when....*
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Post by ringmasterrob on Sept 24, 2004 7:18:59 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Digging Around.] *Suddenly a man pokes his head round the corner, checking for signs of life around it. Seeing there are people there he raises his hand slightly in an acknowledging gesture and walks round the corner into the corridor the two are in. The man doesn't look like any of the opposition minions either of them have seen before, in fact he doesn't look like an opposition minion at all but they can't be too careful. The Ringmaster does not recognise either of them, the creature who was clearly the one who made the indents he used to get in is not a creature he recognises and he notes the woman is 'dressed' in rather ripped clothes, possibly the victim of harsh treatment by an opposition minion* "Excuse me ladies, I wonder if you could help me, it's been quite a while since i've been here and I appear to have forgotten my way around the place. I'm looking for Lord Fear if you could take me to him. Oh and, *indicating the creature* I'd like to thank you my dear as the indents you left in the wall were invaluable it getting me in here." *The creature and the woman look up, slightly surprised at the new arrival. They must now consider how to treat him* |
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Post by Midnight on Sept 24, 2004 20:52:17 GMT
*Midnight looks at the stranger.*
*Thinks*
He is either very stupid, very smart or possibly a member of the opposition trying to trap us.
*Sighs
*Thinks*
Another decision to make..but it can't be made by just watching him. Judging by the robes he is some sort of mage or at least has magic abilities.
*Midnight takes a single step towards the man.*
Apologies sir in my pause for answering but we are not exactly trusting of strangers at the moment. Especially those who seek Lord Fear as it brings question to whose side you are on. Would you please tell me your name??
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Post by ringmasterrob on Sept 24, 2004 20:58:09 GMT
*Rob admires the reasoning of the woman, and being a mage and a man of dignity makes sure that's the ONLY thing he admires* "Well, miss- what is your name? My name is hardly one of importance, my reason for being here is that a man well known here, Charles Redmun has been murdered and I was supposed to prevent it. Failing this I am tracking down the killer and where else would you get informaton about wrong doing than the HQ of the 'opposition'? Although I must say if I WAS opposition I certainly wouldn't simply walk round the corner for a friendly chat, though I know the heights of incompetance with which Marblehead operates so I forgive you for considering that. If you would be as kind as to help me find Lord Fear then I would certainly be able to offer you a favour, and a man of my position tends to keep to his word. Not all us mages are big egomaniacs with barks worse than their bites, even if most of us are  " *He looks hopefully at the two, if they refuse to trust him he'll just have to let them go off and wander Marblehead until another comes along* |
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 24, 2004 21:03:45 GMT
*CLICK*
"Ok My Good man if you would be kind enough to put your hands up and step away from the prissoners and turn to face me it would be greatly apprechiated."
*Marcus stands a few feet away fromthe trio gun aimed at Robs back.*
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Post by ringmasterrob on Sept 24, 2004 21:11:25 GMT
*Rob isn't used to being spoken to in such a manner, his days as an archmage have afforded him automatic recognition and awe , even from his enemies. He thinks he can tell the source of the click as some form of pistol. He speaks in a very sarcastic and mocking tone, almost an impersonation of the man pointing the weapon at him, while slowly turning to face the man*
"It's funny you know, my undoubtedly bad man, you call these two prisoners but when I was last here it was standard practice to cuff, shackle or at least put prisoners in some form of apparatus that prevents them escaping. Perhaps i'm just old-fashioned, I suppose not bothering to restrain them cuts out the middle man between their capture and them escaping your clutches with ease. Anyway, I hope you greatly appreciate my efforts to make a 180 degree turn as much as I appreciate your failed efforts at sounding imposing."
*With the last words, that seem to offend the person behind from the grinding of teeth, the Ringmaster completes his 180 degree turn and the legendary, slightly older but still easily recognisable figure of the Ringmaster is now facing Marcus Brinkatore with a look of mild annoyance on his face.
As Rob looks at Brinkatore he gets mild deja vu, he is reminded of Edward Deal, but seeing as Deal is dead then this man is another low-life, probably the person Fear hired to replace him.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 24, 2004 21:23:23 GMT
*Marcus looks like he has seen a ghost when he see's Robs face. He starts vissabley shakeing.* "Rin.....Ring......Ringmaster?  ?" "But how you and your freind Tom Troughton died in that magical balst" *Marcus is shakeing so much his gun falls from his hand.* |
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