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Post by Aaron Williams on Aug 29, 2007 18:57:26 GMT -5
Though the train was falling, it was easy to tell that something had caused a violent shudder beneath. A great grown rumbled from beneath the tracks as the train evened out. Just as gravity neared normality once more, the last car tilted ominously, threatening to be derailed.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Aug 29, 2007 19:04:30 GMT -5
Suddenly pain was everywhere, and a barrage of poppings, splinterings, and snappings followed. An eternity later a support held strong, sending Mary and Nightengaile spinning forward, then backward. Without warning Nightengaile was slapped hard as she and Mary tumbled into the lukewarm river below.
The current tugged hard, and threatened to tear her and Mary from the wooden supports which held them fast. It was evident that the train tracks followed the river closely, the only problem would be surviving it...
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Post by belmoon on Aug 29, 2007 20:37:13 GMT -5
Zambi, watching the entire spectacle, was gathering far too much entertainment from it. "Oh man, I'm glad I'm not them! I--OH MAN, some of them hit the water! That's awesome!" he yelled, busting into laughter.
Concerning those who were not pleased by Zambi's cruel nature, he would later get what was coming to him.
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Post by priestwarrior on Aug 31, 2007 16:05:18 GMT -5
The car listed dangerously over the river for a long second, then slammed back onto the track. Cristofori rolled over to the tune of grinding metal, groaning, suppressed a couple of dry heaves, and sat up. "Did we get everyone?" he asked, counting. "I miss three. Where are they?"
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 1, 2007 14:08:34 GMT -5
Taylor waved one hand in the air, though shock still held her other tight upon a rugged cargo tie. "They'll be fine, just more money for us". She tallied whom she could see, but still refused to move about the car. Finally, after several tense seconds, Taylor slowly released her iron tight grip. The pallid brunette fell to the floor, sighing heavily to the clear blue sky. "Wow, we're moving so fast. Look, you can see the clouds moving". She pointed unnecessarily to the clear blue sky, before letting her hand drop carelessly beside her.
The train sped through woodland, daring anyone to single out an individual tree. Every so often a section of forest on the trains right would cut away, revealing what one could only guess was a winding river. Indeed, all that could be seen were high, rocky cliffs that loomed ominously above the rushing water below.
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Post by Aiden Chepi on Sept 1, 2007 16:39:05 GMT -5
Aiden hit the floor hard, pushing her large fur ball in Taylor's direction She gasped she she hit the floor. Her hair was alight. "So, what was the mission again..?" she asked in a quaky tone.
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Post by childofra on Sept 1, 2007 16:43:32 GMT -5
She grasped his arm with both her hands. Gasping and letting out short screams was as close as she could get to breathing or panicking. " WHY.." She went under the water, "DID YU-" again, her head disappeared from the surface, then through sputters and gurgles she managed to yell out, " JUMP OFF A DAMN CLIFF?!?!?" Nightengaile pulled closer to Mary as the raced through the water.
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Post by priestwarrior on Sept 1, 2007 18:38:52 GMT -5
Cristofori looked at the two women sprawled out beside him on the car. "Um, yes, is this a good time to review a couple of things?" He pointed to the flaming-haired girl. "You, demon child, your name is Aiden, right?" He pointed at the other woman. "And I don't know your name. And I'm Vladimir, I believe I've said. And where are we going and why again?"
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Post by Aiden Chepi on Sept 1, 2007 20:38:42 GMT -5
"I beg your pardon! But there are two things wrong with your logic!" She whined loudly. Placing her hands on the dusty wooden floor. She sneezed twice. " I'm 19! And also, I'm no demon! I mean, yeah.. my powers are.. destructive....... But you shouldn't just go around saying that people are demons!..It hurts their feelings!" She looked down, Showing a split second of pain. She looked back up smiling " It's okay though! If you have to call me a demon child.. I um.. guess that's okay..."
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Post by belmoon on Sept 1, 2007 21:57:06 GMT -5
Sodom had, for the first time as of recent, managed to avoid damage. His ribcage hurt from hitting the cargo he held onto as they landed, but other than that he was well and conscious. He staggered off of the crate to the floor, still keeping a hold on the belt, just in case. "I'm--I'm good. I can stand." He decided to rest on his knees anyway, crawling to voices he heard nearby.
"And I don't know your name. And I'm Vladimir, I believe I've said. And where are we going and why again?"
At mention of the name Vladimir, Sodom sat up. It took a few mentions of the name, but it finally hit him. An image of the dark, and sounds of a behemoth rung in his head. His eyes widened.
"Hey, I remember--How the hell did a kid like you freak me out before!?" he said, stamping his foot. Sodom was prone to sporadic mood swings, but he had managed to keep it in check with all of the danger of the crocolisk. Now he had let up, not that it was the best time to.
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Post by priestwarrior on Sept 2, 2007 15:14:03 GMT -5
Cristofori looked up contemptuously at the curly-headed youth tottering through the door of an adjacent car. "Kid like me, hm?" he inquired, arching an eyebrow dangerously. "I believe you have the advantage of me, sir. Your name?"
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Post by belmoon on Sept 2, 2007 16:07:13 GMT -5
Steam could practically be seen coming out of Sodom's ears. He had been so cautious of the disembodied voice from the sewers, but it embarrassed him to see that it belonged to this boy. Foolishly, with a red face, he stated, "I'm Sodom E. Sel!"
His mood swings were famously short-lived, and his current one dispelled immediately after saying his name. "And I..." he said, holding on tightly to nothing but floorboard, "I'm a--oh crap, your hair, redhead!" His attention had been distracted to the eccentric fireball of a boy in a dress on the other side of the room. "Your hair! Your hair is on fire!"
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 2, 2007 21:00:55 GMT -5
Mary's body convulsed for a second, before going limp. Wounded beyond struggle, he bobbed through the water with Nightengaile clinging tightly to him. "Thought it was....good idea......at the time". Mary's hand worked its way lazily between Nightengaile and himself, before getting a hold of what it had been searching for. Mary's shirt sunk beneath the tide in an instant, revealing a horrid sight. His torso was covered in scars, distorting the muscle tissue beneath. It was as if hundreds of long worms had burrowed into his skin, before dieing just below the surface. Without the weight of his armor, Mary managed to breathe a bit easier, but they were far from safe. The situation did not improve when dozens of cans filled with paint began to fall from the sky.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 2, 2007 21:15:39 GMT -5
She had sat up, her back resting leisurely against the very storage crate she had clung so tightly to only moments ago. A suppressed giggle escaped Taylors lips as she watched the scene unfold before her. She had not forgot Vladimir's question, but decided it could wait until things died down a bit.
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Post by childofra on Sept 3, 2007 16:43:24 GMT -5
Nightengaile looked up, gasping. She tugged at Mary, trying hard to find either banks along side the river. She raised one of her hands, the paint cans stopped, then cascaded into a tree. Auburn, gold, and brown poured from the cans and into the water. It wriggled slowly like a snake, going against the currents until it reached the girl's hand, which was now in the water. Where the paint was the currents were not, although the trail was thin. Nightengaile pressed two fingers to her palm, the nails painted green and crimson, and out came a bloody colored paint, making the trail to the banks inches wider. Nightengaile flung herself and Mary into the thick fluid, slowly drifting to the banks in the steady current the girl had made. She grasped for the now sticky grass and hoisted herself up, tugging Mary ( with difficulty) ashore too. Once both were safely on the ground, Nightengaile, with whatever energy sucked out of her, now washing away in the river currents, had passed out cold.
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