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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 12:59:33 GMT -5
Bartholemew nods, taking a few gold bars to purchase a few heavy, meaty, burgers, some Ribs, and a large Tankard of Mead- all from different food shops, before heading to the Table, and staring at Scar. "So. I see you kept the Tattoo- which is touching. How you been? Where you been..? Why didn't you pick up any of the signals I kept leavin at all our hideouts..?!"
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 12:59:46 GMT -5
Cale turned towards the man that was now addressing him, and examined the bagel in question. "That does bear a strong resemblance to the one I dropped. If it is the very same bagel, I would recommend getting rid of it. It fell on the ground outside, so for all we know it could be carrying the plague now." Turning back to Haley, he continued, "All I'm saying is, first you walked away while I was talking to you, and then you jump on me, causing me to lose my bagel. Did they not teach you manners in mummy school?"
Kayla continued to silently eat her sandwich. She wanted no part in any of this nonsense.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 12:59:56 GMT -5
The Dayman finally opened his eyes and ceased his violent swinging......and realized he was standing in the middle of the battleground...naked and alone, just like the one Christmas.
"This is just like that one Christmas."
Yes...my prince I just s......nevermind. The Dayman began to get a tummy monster, so violent in fact that his still exposed nine pack abs began to visibly rumble. He smelled a dying bagel with his royal nose, and suspected it had come from the new monstrous building that had appeared for some reason or another. He journeyed inside and found the food court, where he settled on a pizza parlor. Pizza, of course, is the only food acceptable for both royal and peasant alike to enjoy. A young woman brought The Dayman, was still unclothed for some reason, his pizza and instantly became pregnant and had to excuse herself. Distracted by her half royal womb invader, she had run off before charging The Dayman, so he took it upon himself to simply find a table. He found the main group and noticed that he was not the center of attention.
He used his royal swagger to approach the table, climbed atop of his with his place, and sat down directly in the center of it. He sat down, put his back to Bartholemew, and instantly grew a tattoo of Chuck Norris getting a tattoo on his back of The Dayman, who was getting said tattoo on himself as well. The Dayman took a bite of his pizza and giggled to himself about the new tattoo, and then noticed the twins sitting in front of him.
"You, younger male peasant who looks the same amount of younger as the younger female peasant seated next to you, you look a quite a bit like a man I had a very sexy encounter with once. You wouldn't happen to have any family in another universe would you?"
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:00:07 GMT -5
Scarlet paused in the eating of her random food to fix a baleful stare at Bartholemew, "Have you never heard of amnesia? I kept the tattoo because it was there when I woke up. I've spent the last three years wandering around with no memories, so obviously I haven't been up to much. Obviously, I didn't know where our "hideouts" were so OBVIOUSLY I didn't get your signals or messages or whatever... Which leads to a very important point. Who are you, exactly? And how do you know me, EXACTLY? ... And why can't I seem to remember more than bits and pieces that don't make sense?!" She huffed her frustration, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes... Which locked onto the Dayman.
"...Why the fuck are you naked? Actually, you know what? Never mind. I don't want to know."
She pushed her plate away and rested her forehead on the table. Now the red mark from her hand would be replaced by another red mark from the table.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:00:19 GMT -5
Bartholemew sighs, and winces as if physically struck at Scarlet's rebuke. "....Shit, I'm sorry. Amnesia? The- Right, after we got seperat- but I-" he looks crestfallen, and his smile fades away, as a realization rocks through him. He winces, and sighs- looking up to her with a frown. By now, his pants have been joined by a heavy longcoat of the same material.
"...I'm sorry. That.. this is my fault, then- I thought I could buy you enough time, but apparently... they must have.... damnit!" he says- lashing out in to air- thankfully not hitting anything- as he closes his eyes, and forces it back down. Then looks up to her. "....Midnight fucking.. Project Fucking Midnight caught up with you, then." He says, and sighs. "Not that I expect you to remember that either- but the name might ring some bells you don't know it should yet.... I'm sorry. Okay.. where to start."
He sighs, and looks to her. "We were partners for about... thirty, maybe forty years, of Merc Work, bounty hunting, and... less savory shit to boot."
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:00:29 GMT -5
Blake felt something spark as he had started eating. With one look up, it was no surprise, really. The Dayman perched right at the center of the entire of the table. He wondered what this guy whole deal? He acted like a total big shot, but is also a giant goofball at the same time. In Blake's mind, the question was really "Which is it? A goofball or a pompous asshole he would come to hate either way. Does it really have to be both?" In any case, it did not matter to much to him. It was not like this guy would act any differently if he knew who some of the members of this admittedly madness-inducing band was. And from Blake, that was a compliment in of itself. He had never been in a group so intriguing before. Most mercenary bands he joined were only in it for the wealth and fame. In the community of Tainted Ones, strength and morals were valued more than wealth. Blake liked that quite a bit.
With the Dayman's next outburst, he then turned to acknowledge this fool was completely nude. In fact, he could care less... As long as this guy didn't try to put him off of his food. Armaros, however could not see anything except his food due to all of his armor. Not that it would have mattered to the Daemon anyway.
"You, younger male peasant who looks the same amount of younger as the younger female peasant seated next to you, you look a quite a bit like a man I had a very sexy encounter with once. You wouldn't happen to have any family in another universe would you?"
He chuckled as he finally decided to turn to look at the silly bastard, daring to turn to the nude fool with a response. "Although I am aware you don't mean me, I do... A very large one at that!" Blake blurted out for the hell of it, wondering if he could grab this pompous boy's attention out of a moment of boredom. He dug into his food more, not expecting the man to answer at all. Armaros chuckled as well. Being Blake's current Daemon and guardian, Armaros knew that Blake had several nighttime escapades with both men and women.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:00:39 GMT -5
Cale grunted, annoyed that Haley seemed to still be ignoring him. To the Dayman, whose nudity evidently did not bother him, he replied, "I... I suppose I might." Though she continued to eat in silence, Kayla gave him one of those 'seriously?' looks. "My sister and I woke up yesterday with no memory, so we could have relatives in other universes that we just don't know about. Also, something about being called a peasant doesn't sit right with me. Anyway, my name is Cale Efrun, and my sister's is Kayla Efrun. May I ask yours?"
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:00:50 GMT -5
Scarlet lifted her head as he began speaking, flinching slightly as he lashed into the air, "Yeah... Project: Midnight gives me a bad feeling; I figured they were an enemy when it was mentioned earlier. Partners eh? With your anger issues, you'd think that would have stuck..."
She closed her eyes, rubbing her fingers against her temples. She tried reaching for a memory- any memory, but...
"Nothing," She sighed, turning her eyes back to Bartholemew, "Sorry. So we were a team... Were we any good?" a humorless chuckle escaped her, "Doubt I would've been much use to you."
Her eyes raked over him, eyebrows furrowing slightly, "I'm sorry that I don't remember you. I feel like I should, but... I can't seem to recall anything."
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:01:02 GMT -5
He sighs sadly... and then she asks. "...The best. The best, of Teams... you where great... I... you.." He shakes his shaggy mass of black hair, and looks up to look at her, violet-red eyes gleaming as he looks to her. "You had.. a lot to offer me. You where... a good freind... wonderfull at stealth... and had significantly less bounties on your head, and thus could show your actual face more often."
As his own ripples and changes to that of an full blood elf- his eyes do not change, but most everything else does.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:01:13 GMT -5
"My name? My name! Can you not reeeeeeeeeeeeeeead young one?"
He pointed to his codpiece, quite awkwardly in fact since he was still sitting cross legged on the table.
"It says The Dayman, right there. You see? There. In the royal reading standard of size 3/4 font. Royal eyes are quite spectacular you know."
He heard a queery (quite a pun wouldn't you say?) from behind his royal person, and laid backwards onto the table and looked up in the general direction.
"Quite a promiscuous one are you? Well....this..is a tale. A tale of no mere late night romp. No! Not at all. This is a tale of two men, locked into a battle together, a glistening, sexy battle involving a Spynx, fish net stockings, moistened skin, bare chested brawling, long flabby mushroom tipped swords, self discovery, and true love. A story that my publicist is currently putting into one of those manga things that kids these days are so enthralled with. However! If you would like me to give it to you raw...I suppose I could let you read it."
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:01:24 GMT -5
Haley snorted at...well...everything really.
"Sorry about your bagel, kid," she offered to Cale half-heartedly. "The name's Haley (although you might know me better as Windborne Haley) and I'm not a damn mummy! I'm just invisible, see?" She indicated her foot, which was indeed invisible. "Actually, where's that elf-guy? I need that cloth back from his damn dog."
"I think he's a wolf," Dorian offered.
"Whatever."
Dorian eyed her cheeseburger from the watchface. "Man. I miss food."
"Hungry?"
"No." He sighed. "I just miss food."
But she wasn't paying attention anymore. Instead, the starcrossed romance of Bartholemew and Scarlet had caught her attention. "I see why people like soap operas - this shit is fantastic. I'm still gonna kill that guy," she added after a moment.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:01:36 GMT -5
When the Dayman spoke his name, both Cale's and Kayla's eyes widened, and they glanced at the codpiece just to be sure. "The Dayman?" They said simultaneously.
"That name sounds so familiar..." Kayla mused.
Cale nodded. "I know I've heard it before, but... where?" The two sat for a moment, straining to try and remember.
"Sorry about your bagel, kid. The name's Haley (although you might know me better as Windborne Haley) and I'm not a damn mummy! I'm just invisible, see?"
"Oh, that's good," Cale said with a sigh of relief. "We would have had a problem if you were a mummy. I don't take shit from mummies."
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:01:50 GMT -5
"Quite a promiscuous one are you? Well....this..is a tale. A tale of no mere late night romp. No! Not at all. This is a tale of two men, locked into a battle together, a glistening, sexy battle involving a Spynx, fish net stockings, moistened skin, bare chested brawling, long flabby mushroom tipped swords, self discovery, and true love. A story that my publicist is currently putting into one of those manga things that kids these days are so enthralled with. However! If you would like me to give it to you raw...I suppose I could let you read it."
"Mr. Dayman was it?" Armaros finally chimed in, motioning at Blake to hold his building laughter. While it was a semi-interesting story, it would have humored the Daemon if he actually got to read it. "My master..."
"Thank you... But I can speak for myself, my friend." Shaking his head with a near grin on his face, but slowly faded as he turned to the Dayman once again... "You need not speak for me. I have my own voice."
"Sorry about your bagel, kid. The name's Haley (although you might know me better as Windborne Haley) and I'm not a damn mummy! I'm just invisible, see?"
"Oh, that's good." "We would have had a problem if you were a mummy. I don't take shit from mummies."
Chuckling somewhat from Cale's words, Blake turned to Cale, chuckling a little. "And if I may ask... What is your beef with your mummies?"
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:02:01 GMT -5
The Dayman was amused at being called "Mr. Dayman". It of course, lacked the "the", that his proper titled displayed, but it was more than he expected from those of such a lower class. The attempt was deemed quite adorable, in fact, in the same way that a puppy trips over its own feet or a sibling set of toddlers just can't figure out how to say "spaghetti" correctly.
"Well of course, Mr. Peasant, you possess your own voice and I can not speak for you. It would be a silly thing for me to do since..."
He stood and his codpiece swung quite dangerously close to Cale's face, and turned to address Blake with quite a bit of royal gusto.
"I am the Rorax! I speak for royalty!"
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:02:37 GMT -5
"And if I may ask... What is your beef with your mummies?"
Cale shrugged. "Can't remember. I just really, really don't like 'em." He looked around, seeing the various conversations were occurring around him while his sister was still trying to remember where she had heard of the Dayman. "Soooooo... how long are we supposed to hang out in here, exactly?"
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:02:47 GMT -5
Scarlet dropped her head back onto the table with an audible thud and a muffled "Ugh."
My brain feels like it's gonna explode... And not just because of the amnesia. How the hell'd I get tangled into this whole mess, anyway?
Let's see. Scarlet slept in the wrong old-guy's-cart and ended up in Stormfront. Most of this group was killing the city guard. Something happened at the bank. The bank tried to kill them... They tried to kill the bank. A few of them tried to kill each other because there's not a person in here that doesn't have issues... Depositron killed Stormfront (okay, so they might have helped a little with that one, but still... He started it.) and then Dow what's-his-face-because-Scarlet-wasn't-paying-attention-and-I'm-too-lazy-to-double-check-but-it-started-with-a-J killed Depositron. Now they were here. Eating food. And discussing bagels and mummies and outer-universe family relations and work team that she was apparently a part of some years back.
I shouldn't have recapped that. And to think, that was the Lite version. It was at this point that she decided she really needed a cookie. Scarlet lifted her head again and reached for it, unwrapping it and nomming on it like a child would... Then there was an unfortunate crack of thunder. Scarlet dropped the cookie onto the table with a yelp and dove under the table. A beat passed and she reached her hand back up, searching for the cookie until she found it. Another roll of thunder, accompanied by a squeak counterpointed by vehement cursing.
I hate my life right now... But this is a really good cookie.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:02:59 GMT -5
"I doubt this guy needs you to speak for him, Rorax. I doubt he'd want you passing out again. Or worse." Blake chuckled slightly, remembering that moment. However, he simply assumed that the guy was making an enormous fuss over some little codpiece. This guy was an enigma... in an unsettling fashion. But it was much easier to not try hard to understand the guy... Though he was the most amusing noble he had come across... Annoying in some aspects, yes but amusing as well.
"In any case, that Dow Jones fellow must be less of a joke than that Depositron, literally hurling money at us... I ought to give the sod some credit... This day has brought some good fortune other financial fortunes." Blake laughed.
"It has... In life's own ways." Armaros noted, laughing as well.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:03:12 GMT -5
Mhenlo, Vidaar, and Silas entered the food court as well, the wolf still carrying the bandage he took from Haley like a trophy.
"Silas, go return that to the nice mummy-lady," Vidaar chided.
Silas whined a bit, but he walked over to Haley and dropped the bandage at her (invisible) foot, looking up with those big puppy-dog eyes, begging to be forgiven. Vidaar and Mhenlo, meanwhile, went over to the one Chinese restaurant in the entire place where Vidaar got sweet and sour chicken, and Mhenlo got General Tso's chicken.
The (white) guy at the cash register rung up their orders and said, "We would rearry rike to thank you for eating our dericious food! Have a rovery day!"
"Racist," Mhenlo mumbled, taking his food over to an empty table. Vidaar moved to join him, setting his food down on the other side of the table and taking a seat.
"Well," Vidaar said, "minus the robo-bank almost killing us, some royal guy getting naked and fighting some demon guy, and the racist cashier, this seems kind of romantic, right?"
"Why would you make like we're on a date?" asked Mhenlo.
"No reason," Vidaar replied, trying to mask the emotions in his voice. Well, I suppose that answers that question. "Forget I said anything."
They both sat in silence as they ate their meals, Vidaar keeping his gaze down and away from Mhenlo, and Mhenlo looking inquisitively at Vidaar, trying to figure out why he'd said that.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:03:24 GMT -5
"Oh, that's good." "We would have had a problem if you were a mummy. I don't take shit from mummies."
Haley had to grin (another empty gesture, given her invisible, bandaged face). "That's good Cale. Mummies are jerks. "
"Is there really a difference?" Dorian mused. "Between you and a mummy?"
Haley crinkled up her wrapper and tossed it at the nearest trashcan (it bounced off the rim) and regarded the assembled party. "Well. For one, I'm not dead."
"And two?"
"And two...shut up."
Then she noticed Silas returning her cloth. It was slimy. "Ugh. You know what...just keep it."
"Soooooo... how long are we supposed to hang out in here, exactly?"
"Patience, young amnesiac!" Dow Jones' voice boomed throughout the Food Court. "The time is almost at hand!" And by 'almost', he meant 'in just a moment' because the roof was subsequently torn asunder, revealing the floating form of the Economancer. As he descended, more and more of the Food Court was stripped away. "I thank you for your contribution to my retirement fund! And the market, of course. The economy thanks you." By the time he reached the nadir of his descent (hovering just above the table around which everyone had sit), the entire Food Court had disintegrated completely, along with any unfinished food. "Now that your are fully restored, we shall begin!"
Name: Dow Jones
HP: 9540/9540
MP: 876/999
Abilities: Economancy
With a snap of his fingers, the floating numbers appeared over everyone's head.
Haley: 238
Vidaar: 208
Mhenlo: 240
Blake: 314
The Dayman: 200*
Scarlet: 247
Bartholemew: 733
Cale: 117
Kyla: 117
"Hmmm." Dow Jones stroked his snow white beard and studied the Dayman's number specifically the asterisk by it. "Interesting. But no matter! You are no doubt wondering what these numbers mean - I shall tell you! These numbers represent your approximated power level. As your can all see, this Bartholemew fellow is by far the strongest, possess nearly triple the power of his closest competitor, Scarlet."
Haley stood up. "Yeah, this is great and all, but -"
"Be silent! You destroyed my robot, so now you're going to play by my rules!" He spread his arms wide. "Allow me to formally welcome you to my Alteration Zone - the Economic Landscape. Here the city obeys the rules of the market!"
"So are we gonna..." Haley scratched her head. "Fight you or...?"
"Silence!"
"Ok, I just - "
"There will be a battle - oh yes there will be! But first you must understand the rules of this battle."
"Ugh." Haley slumped down and crossed her arms."
"Very well. Let's see...Alteration Zone...Power Level...Aha!" With another flourish, a large graph appeared overhead. "Periodically, this graph will display various terms, which I will explain in time, but for now..." He pointed theatrically at it and the phrase "Economic Bubble" appeared. "A personal favorite of mine. Now, you should all notice a green arrow by your numbers. As long as the bubble remains in effect, your strength will grow and grow the more you use your power - until the bubble bursts that is. I so do hate the speculators; lazy young people putting their ill-gotten money into markets they know nothing about." He growled something. "But no matter. Let us begin!"
Haley started to rise, then stopped. "Wait. I can shoot you now?"
"Yes."
"Good." Haley drew her guns and shot at him. Even as she did so, she noticed her number increased by 1. "Cool."
Dow Jones casually knocked her bullet aside. "I see. You are a woman."
"Yeah. And?"
"Well, that changes things." Suddenly, Haley's numbers started decreasing. "Unfortunately, the market looks unfavorably upon working women, resulting in them being afflicted with the passive de-buff: Glass Ceiling! Your worth can only ever be valued at 70%." He glanced at Kayla and Scarlet - and their numbers decreased as well.
Haley: 167
Scarlet: 173
Kayla: 82
"That is some bull!" Haley declared.
"Perhaps, but I do not pretend to control the market - not like those heretical Econoturgists."
"Well. Shit." Haley actually felt weaker thanks to that.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Dec 15, 2014 13:03:38 GMT -5
He frowns, as his third burger disapears, half eaten in his hands. He looks up- and rises. "You Sir. Are now responsible for theft of a paid-for Item. Theft, is itself a crime against the Economy, which- Oh Hey!"
As things start to happen. He frowns, as he rises fully to his feet, and raises his eyebrows. Then he looks up to the number above his head, and sighs. "It's not over 9000? It's not over 9000. It seems I yet have far, far farther to go." he says simply, as he starts to stretch, and looks to Dow. "Wait a moment- wheres /your/ power level? Show it- before I Yahaa Economy Search it on my I-Phone and get even more economical information about you. Assuming you have to follow your own rules, that is, it would seem that spouting economic knowledge is likely at least /one/ of the Path's to Victory here. Did you know that I exist as a part of the Military Industrial Economic Complex- that is to say, that I am a long-time War Profiteer? Indeed so. Do you know what that Complex does, to Economies?" As he starts loading a pair of heavy pistols extracted from pouches in his Coats.
They are of surprising size- and he loads them with normal, lead bullets- before tossing them to Haley, and then cracking his shoulders. He then looks to Dow- not wanting to Hog the Spotlight, as the voices in his head tell him doing so would be a dick move- Yes, best to Hold back and see what this woman who wants to kill him is capable of.
"All that declared- let's see this shit go down." He says, as he draws his blades- chains appearing, tightening.. but his form not yet warping in to any of his releases.
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