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@Sorana @A Windrunner "Excellent!" He exclaims. He then turns to Mike. "Lead the way!"
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@eltruT With the slickness finally gone, the man scrambled to he feet, murmuring "Took long enough..." And began to follow Everest down the corridor.
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@Elend Venture "A black market...?" He pauses for a moment. His face brightens a little, but the troubled look sticks stubbornly. "I love black markets. I've needed to fin this place's- Anyway, I'll come. But I have to speak with my associate for a moment." He walked over to where he was standing. "My friend, I need to leave. One of our customers seems to be in an... interesting position, and I believe we can get some useful information. Do you wish to come?"
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@eltruT Instead of dodging to the side or to the back, he instead dodges towards the beast, sliding under it, the thing landing where he was moments before. In an heartbeat, Jarias is back up on his feet in a heartbeat and, now positioned behind the thing, stabs it again.
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Watching in confusion, Calarian speaks up, worriedly saying "Um... Mike, how about we find these 'nails' tomorrow. It's rather late. Where's your home?"
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Looking uncomfortable, Calarian asks "Er... What is it that you need?" He glances over at Nuemark.
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Jarias curses as he dodges out of the way of the beast's talons and in front of Ayra. He immediately falls into stance, his sword deflecting the scorpion tail. With the stinger to his side, he spins and jabs the point of the blade into the thing's tail.
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Calarian sighs at the disturbance. He was having a nice conversation with this crab-person when this miscreant- is that Mike? "Mike? What are you doing here? Are you alright?"
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"Calarian Kelar, at your service. What's yours's?"
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"'What is your name?' might work."
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Depravity strolled through an abomination. All around him, the buildings, the roads, the alleys, and even the street lamps were an horrible, purple fleshy material. He could of sworn that it pulsed sometimes. Three stumbling things, infected by the same stuff as the walls. Suddenly, Depravity pauses. Is that a shuffling he hears? He glances down an nearby alley, and sees a disheveled figure there- clad in filthy clothing, a beggar sits in an alley. Someone he missed when he conquered this part of Edmonton, likely. He gestures over to the beggar and one of his bodyguards lopes over there. A short scuffle ensues, but the abomination comes out on top- it's greater strength and speed easily overpowering the poor soul. The thing drags the beggar, bloody and bruised, to Depravity. He towers over the poor man, barely giving them a glance before tapping him on the forehead- it immediately swells into the purple Corruption. The abomination lets it go, and the beggar darts away into another alley. He'll be under Depravity's sway within a couple hours. The horrible caravan continued through the ruined streets. Soon, the Corruption begins to thing- a piece of real road here, the corner of a building there. The transition from his true territory to neutral grounds was much more sudden, however, the wall of purple giving way to the true colors of the world, the greens, reds, browns, blues, and blacks of a suburban neighborhood. Specifically, Strathcona, to the north of the Corruption. He stopped right at the edge, inspected. Sitting a couple of feet back was a stick, set there the day before, to track the progress of the corruption. He frowns, and mumbles to himself. "Hmmm... I'll need to accelerate it even more..." he sighs, and the edge of the corruption quivers. He shakes his head, and plunges another stick into the corruption. He turns around and starts marching back to his headquarters, which was located at the former Ritchie School. It was a short walk back to the school- and, unlike the surrounding area, it was not corrupted. While useful, the Corruption isn't exactly luxurious. A man runs up to him, panting. "Sir! Jamie's ran!" Another large sigh from Depravity. "Which one is Jamie?" "Uhhh..." "Well?" "The one in the red sweater, sir." "Very well, then." He continues walking toward the school. The man nods somberly. On the back of his neck is a single piece of corruption- a precaution, for situations like this. Well, that was two extra soldiers for the coming war.
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"It's not that I'm not talkaltive, you are simply asking bad questions for conversation."
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He looks at you incredulously. "Uh..." he shakes his head and says "No. You go do that, if you wish. But I'm not abandoning these people."
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"How are we supposed to get to the wizards after that? And the people on the train?"
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"It was for any other people in cabins, not you!" He draws his rapier and goes to the front of the car, opens the door and looks out to get a better view of the thing.
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@turtle @Blessing of Potency As the screech rings through the cabin, Jarias swears and dashes out into the main hallway of the car and starts running to the front. This was not a good situation. If they stopped the train and we fought in the passing fields, the beast would have an advantage from it's flight. If we fought it in one of the cars, there would be no room to fight it- though that might apply to both of them. The roof would be the worst of both worlds, no way that's happening. Now, if he... Wait. He didn't have to do this alone. He skidded to a halt, and turned around. He didn't have the time to go to every door. And so he yelled, "MONSTER!"
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