Charas-Project
Off-Topic => Archive => RP Board => Topic started by: Moosetroop11 on April 14, 2013, 12:46:19 PM
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The quill nib hovered in thin air for what seemed like half an hour. Finally the feather was laid next to the glass ink well and a blank page. Meiscool leant back in his chair.
"It's hopeless" he said, as if to the empty air. "What's the point of bumping the contest page? No-one's interested."
The statement had no intended audience but as if in reply, a dull knocking echoed along the hallway below. Meiscool's ears priced up. Someone was at the door.
"Open up, Meis!" Moose yelled. "We've got trouble!"
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OOC: Be yourselves, but in an epic story! Anyone even vaguely interested?
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lonewolf was looking for trouble
armed with a long steel pipe dragging along the hallways floor
it made a dull knocking that echoed thought out the hallway below
what was going on in the mind of lonewolf and why was he looking for trouble
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"We must deal with this as soon as possible." Meiscool stoutly demanded. "Moose, ready my eleven troops and fetch me my razor."
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Drenrin awoke with a start, an ear-piercing sound reverberating in his head. Cringing, he spoke out loud "What in the hell is going on? Can't a guy get some sleep 'round here!"
Annoyed and bewildered, Drenrin quickly jumped up and grabbed the lantern he'd placed near where he was sleeping. He had been resting in the Test and Welcome Lounge to the Charas Manor. He found it to be a quiet and peaceful place to catch some shut-eye where no one would bother him.
Heading in the direction the sound was coming for, he grumbled to himself, "It couldn't be a bot... We destroyed them years ago in the not-so-great Captcha wars..." Turning the corner he was dumbfounded. Could his eyes be deceiving him? Lonewolf in the hallway with a lead pipe?
"What the hell are you making such a racket for, lonewolf!"
Lonewolf stopped in his tracks and stood with his back turned to Drenrin for a few seconds. A great feeling of unease swept over him. Slowly, Lonewolf turned his head to peer back at Drenrin through angry, slitted eyes. The kind of eyes that said, "I've got something on my mind, and I'm looking for trouble."
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Moose ran from meiscool's comfortable quarters and clutched the wooden banister at the landing edge. Below, in the hall, he could hear voices.
"What the hell are you making such a racket for, lonewolf!"
'Drenrin' mouthed Moose silently. Thank Alex for that. Hpw he wished he could go down and help - but he had his orders. Hopefully the reliable sage would be able to hold the madman off for just a little while.
Reaching a special dorm room, Moose ran in and ran a bell. Sleepy members rubbed their eyes, then backed away in terror as they saw his familiar face.
"Relax, I'm not here to eat you" he assured, turning on the lights of the new member dorms. "I need you to move throughout the house and wake everyone. Ten of the eleven warriors should still be asleep - send them to HQ. And you! He took Ljink Kidd by the shoulders. The young man rubbed his eyes. "I need you to go down under. General needs his Razor."
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Meiscool sat back down in his chair, pondering. He was normally fine under pressure, but this ordeal felt unsettling.
"So far just one rabid dog... how hard can it be to handle?"
Still, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. It was as if some dark, ghostly presence was gazing at him with neon green eyes under the arch, orchestrating some greater plan.
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greenraven randomly drove by on a trendy motorcycle and threw a bunch of molotov cocktails...
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"Why don't we just take it easy, Lonewolf. Whatever's got you riled up, I'm sure we can resol-... ****!"
Lonewolf lunged at Drenrin, lead pipe swinging. Half-stumbling from shock, Drenrin managed to barely jump out of the way. With a crash that shook the Manor walls, Lonewolf brought the pipe down on the ground where Drenrin was standing, smashing through the wood paneled floors. Wide eyed, Drenrin scrambled to his feet. "My God, what is going on here..."
Realizing there was no rationalizing with Lonewolf in his frenzied state, he took off down the nearest hall. "I have to find Meis, Moose... someone. I'm just a composer, not a fighter, dammit!"
A roar and stamping of feet caught his attention from behind. Before he could even look back, the crazed pipe-weilding man was upon him. A sharp pain ran through his left arm as he fell to the ground. Gripping it tightly, he gasped as pain surged through his body and his arm went numb. Rolling on his back, Drenrin could do nothing as Lonewolf raised the pipe above his head for the final blow.
Just then, a fiery explosion rocked the compound. The windows nearest Drenrin and Lonewolf blew out. Bits of shattered furniture and glass scattered around the two, dust and smoke filling the room as a hungry flames tried desperately to get inside. In this confusion, Dren took his chance to get away. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he managed to escape down a hallway.
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Moose was knocked off his feet.
"What the hell was that?!? Lonewolf would never...!"
The explosion had taken the entire building by surprise and it shook like a tuning fork. Clawing his way into a sitting position, Moose spat out dust. Flames flickered in the corner of his vision.
"I swear, if it was that guy again..."
Never mind, he thought hurriedly. This could work as a distraction, for now. He had to get downstairs. He had to help Drenrin.
Moose ran down the carpeted staircase towards the heat, his bruised leg paining him at every step.