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Post by Shark a' Pult on Oct 20, 2012 22:06:34 GMT -5
"We're gonna climb up out of the room, and across the cable that's holding all the rooms up. Look, see?"Sure enough, like a string of Christmas lights, this room and the others of this floor were all hanging from a vast cable. The cable itself was attached, hung between two of the great mangrove trees native to the archipelago. In this way perhaps the better analogy was like a wire fence, with different wires above the bottom first representing different floors, each along another cable running further up the two trees. Whatever the case, Sam had noticed this when checking in some days prior, and now realized it could be used for their escape. "Right then, commence Operation Tightrope!"Punching her fists together with a grin, she had thought this was about the coolest plan in the world ever. Unable to come up with an appropriate name though, she soon lost that cool feeling and felt quite defeated. Rather than brood over the matter, she hoped it would just go unnoticed by anyone, and she climbed up the side of the wall of the room till she could reach the cable. Without a window it meant they could be doing what they were doing, but without the window the whole ordeal was quite dangerous given their elevation from the ground. Sam took it like a trooper though, and managed reach the top of the wall, and push off with her feet to catch the cable. From there it was a simple matter to pull herself up by her arms, and then to wrap her legs around the cable, shifting around it so that she was sitting on top. This little display of athleticism stemmed from her skill at rigging, which in turn came from her salvaging days, but for her it was simple enough. Now on top, she laid forward across the cable so that she could hang her arms down and offer help to Vasil if he needed it. "Just like I did it, up the side! Wait... Steven is a guy's name!"If the Prince could also manage to reach the top of the cable, with help or without, well then it was only a simple matter to follow it to one of the two mangroves it was hooked up to. The cable itself had to support many hanging rooms so it was quite strong and thick, not to difficult to walk or run along, let alone crawl along. A small point of concern in that their room hung near the middle of the cable so there was no definitive shortest distance to cross, only a choice to be made between one way or the other. "And you didn't even spell it right!"
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Post by CJ on Oct 23, 2012 14:12:16 GMT -5
Cid had no idea what Vasil and Sam were planning to do. Whatever it was though, he wanted them to succeed. This strange man wouldn't let him do that.
"Hey! I told you to leave them alone!" Cid shouted after Georgio.
The boy whipped his leg out into a roundhouse kick. As his foot traveled in the arc, his leg elongated. It was comprised of metal sections linked together. He aimed to have his oversized foot/boot connect with Georgio's neck and bring him to the ground in a crazy dropkick.
Titan, the octopus, latched onto the top of Cid's head and blinked blankly at Georgio.
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Post by Sprite on Oct 24, 2012 3:56:43 GMT -5
Vasil's eyes followed the cables that linked the mangroves, nodding slightly and slowly. Having fully understood Sam's plan, he sniffed slightly, it was beneath a proud warrior such as him to have to resort to fleeing, but with his arm as it was...
"We shall go forth with your plan, Sean. We need to buy time until I am able to exact princely and deathly revenge on that odious pirate."
Ignoring Sam's helping hand, Vasil jumped up, easily getting to the top of the small wall and heaving himself next to Sam on top of the cable, displaying a great amount of athletecism and physical fitness that one might not expect in a spoiled and violent prince.
Shoving Sam gently but impatiently towards the other mangrove, Vasil peered behind them with a frown and muttered.
"Move along move along, before the pirate decides to murder the odd boyslut and come after us."
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The kick connected with Georgio's head, the odd man doubled over silently, then slowly stood back up straight. A comical bulge began swelling up underneath his hat as he turned around, an oddly blank yet murderous look directed at Cid. Despite his odd boyish looks, this Supernova had earned his bounty with the hard and cruel work of his own two hands.
"Plllllatinum time."
All of a sudden, Georgio's body seemed to bulge and swell in certain places. His face seemed to thicken and elongate, smoothing out into a monstrous bill. His eyes sank into the sides of his head, bulging out slightly and still managing to stare straight ahead at Cid. He grew much larger, his top hat still comically remaining on his head. A pelt of smooth and rich dark brown fur broke out over his whole body, almost blending in with his bear skin coat. Claws grew where his nails had been in addition with webbing. Finally, a thick paddle like tail erupted from the rear of his pants as his feet became webbed claws as well, odd curved hook like blades growing out from specially cut slits in his boots.
His tail swung through the air, slapping at the ground, the rough sandpaper like texture of the tail tore the wooden floor of the room into fine sawdust as the half platypus half man Zoan screamed to the ceiling. Leaping into the air and curling into a ball, Georgio bounced up into a standing position behind Cid with alarming speed, with a swing he aimed to smack his tail into Cid and send him flying straight at Sam and Vasil, hopefully with a shredded up back from his rough tail.
"If you want to pllllayy with them so plad, go ahead boyo, you'll just die along with plllthemmm."
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Oct 25, 2012 13:55:37 GMT -5
"Oof- wha? Oh right, but what about... he won't really murder him, will he?"
When Vasil declined her help, Sam's attention drifted downwards to the room again, and what was happening below. She had given that other boy her room now but he didn't seem intent on staying, though he still wanted to get involved, why? For Vasil's sake? She hoped he didn't do anything stupid on their behalf. When the prince shoved her she snapped back to the present, and though she hesitated for a second, she began to crawl forward along the cable. Before long she had built up enough comfort to stand up and start walking along the thing, heights not being a fear of hers.
"Who was that guy, why did you get in a fight with him when I said to stay put? If you'd have just- wait, you know what we probably don't need to go all the way to the end, we can just climb down into a different room."
Assuming Vasil kept up, they had made a fair bit of distance and were about two rooms down the cable approaching the third hanging beneath them. This one stood out to Sam because it was empty, so they might just be able to use it to hide or whatever. Of note that she either hadn't been paying attention to the Sean-ing, perhaps because he had at least spelled it right.
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Post by CJ on Oct 29, 2012 9:27:59 GMT -5
Cid grinned estatically as his attack hit the man effectively. His leg coiled back up into its normal position. Usually this would be enough for someone to back off, but this man was (almost) unfazed. The boy laughed nervously and went to apologize when the man went under a sudden transformation.
One of his metal boots clanked as it stepped back. His lip quivered as his fear swelled but he couldn't look away. Titan slipped slightly on his head as Cid looked up with the platypus's movements.
"What are you?" he asked. He seemed to have never seen a Zoan or a platypus before.
He turned slightly and felt something rip down the back of his left arm and part of his back, tearing his vest and shirt in the process. Pain coursed through his body in a brief shock. His consciousness faded in and out as he spiraled through the air.
Time seemed to flow much slower in those moments. Suspended in air, he thought of space, a previously unseen wonder, presented to him by a force he still did not understand.
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Sam and Vasil would have witnessed something rather strange. As Cid went twisting into the air, the octopus on his head twisted its tentacles around his shoulders. His main body would poof out like a parachute, suspending the boy in the air. The wind would carry the two over, drifting until they came over the two on the cables.
With a pop and fizz, the octopus seized its parachute form and Cid succumbed to gravity and proceeded to fall directly on Vasil.
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Post by Sprite on Nov 4, 2012 18:11:46 GMT -5
In response to Sam's question about Cid's chances at survival, Vasil simply looked back over his shoulder in silence. He witnessed Georgio's Zoan transformation and grimace, wiggling the fingers of his dark purple arm slightly.
"He's going to die no doubt."
Still crawling along the rope as Sam began walking, Vasil scowled at her as he began throwing questions at him.
"Don't question me servant! The man simply had something that was mine, he refused to give it to me, and I did not realize he was one of those Supernovas! If I had been aware of that, I would have dealt with him in an instant and taken what was mine instead of toying around."
The snarling prince managed to raise his afflicted arm for Sam to see.
"The damn platyfag hit me with some sort of odd poison, see to it that my arm is back to its original glory that I might destroy that pompous pirate!"
As Cid came soaring towards them, a disgusted look crossed Vasil's face as a few drops of the youth's blood landed on his tacky zebra coat. Catching the boy by the back of his shirt, Sam might have noticed him begin to wind his arm back.
"Fulfill your duties, Slave Missile!!"
With a vicious swing, Vasil launched Cid back at Georgio at high velocities. Muttering under his breath as if not wanting others to hear, he added, "Bounce Blue.". Indeed, one might have noticed that an odd pale blue tint seemed to affect Cid's flying form, and he seemed oddly lustrous and even plumper than usual.
"Well that's that...and no. That will take far too long, I demand a speedy evacuation of my royal personage! HAH!"
Ignoring Sam's suggestion, Vasil raised a hand and chopped down at the cable, his hand easily sheared through the now gooey consistency of the cable, immediately he grabbed tightly ahold of the cable and steeled himself for the ride.
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Meanwhile, Georgio had begun crossing the cable, having put his first webbed foot on the sturdy cable. Looking up in surprise however, he was shocked to see the unconscious Cid flying at him.
"Implossible! He threw his ow- OOF."
The element of shock and surprise worked well to the advantage of Team Loser as Cid's unconscious steel feet smashed right into Georgio's face. The Supernova rolled backwards and groaned groggily as he attempted too slowly to sit up. The strength behind Vasil's toss, as well as the odd slightly bouncy tension of Cid's current constitution making this a critical strike.
Conscious or not, Cid would recoil backwards from the collision like a bouncy ball thrown hard at a wall. Perhaps the force of the bound be powerful enough to simply land him at the next room where Vasil and Sam were headed.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Nov 5, 2012 13:52:15 GMT -5
"He's going to die no doubt."
"Wait, what?! That doesn't fair! No wait, I mean that's not fair! We have to save him- or well, I have to save him, you can do whatever you want."
As concentrated as she was on keeping her balance as she paced along the cable, Sam merely nodded her head with a few "Mhmm"s without paying all that much attention to the answers offered to her questions. Some seconds after he had finished addressing those concerns of hers it seemed to register and she wheeled on the spot, nearly falling off as she swayed dangerously, waving her arms wildly to try and regain her balance. He had said some hurtful things to her and made a poor impression, but she was unwilling to just leave him behind to die, and she leaned left and right as she tried to find a way to get around or over the Prince and back to the room.
"The damn platyfag hit me with some sort of odd poison, see to it that my arm is back to its original glory that I might destroy that pompous pirate!"
"What do you want me to do, suck the poison out? I'm not a remora, now move out of the way! If he- oh wait there he is."
As Cid came soaring towards them, a pleased look crossed Sam's face as the youth's not-dead status became apparent and she wouldn't have to go rushing back. At first she gave a thumbs up when the Prince managed to catch the boy, but then he went and tossed him and her jaw practically hit the ground (or lack thereof), such a loss of words she was at in that moment.
"Fulfill your duties, Slave Missile!!"
"What's wrong with you?! We could have at least thrown him to safety!"
Though she wanted to punch or push him, she wasn't about to risk knocking the Prince off the cable to an untimely demise below. She could shout all she wanted though, and she was starting to reconsider if she really wanted to help him or not. So far he had been rude, bossy, egotistic, and all manner of shortcomings. Still though she didn't mind all that much, and she had gotten used to it with previous people she had known. That he seemed to be outright mean though reminded her of someone in particular, and though she wasn't exactly happy to see him go, she wasn't sure if she wanted another person like him to be traveling with.
"Well that's that...and no. That will take far too long, I demand a speedy evacuation of my royal personage! HAH!"
"If we hide though, there's no need to evacuate. We can just try the original plan of laying low, and uh whoa hey what are you doing with that- CABLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Desperately she attempted to latch onto the metal cord like a koala on a tree in a tornado, screaming as it was promptly severed and all the way as it fell too.
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The effort of breaking the cable holding up the rooms between two of the mangroves was not unlike cutting a string of Christmas lights in the middle and watching them fall. Only in this case, understandably the cable was the actual string and the rooms were the lights. Right away the two partitions swung downwards towards the trees they were still attached to, rooms and all. Unfortunately, since Vasil had made it a fair ways from Sam's room, where he cut it was not close to the middle. Thus the side they had left behind so to speak was much longer. Long enough even to reach the ground, and so it did with the cable falling and many attached rooms crashing into the ground. Thankfully their bubble design meant much of the damage would be mitigated for the inhabitants, and after all, how many people stay in their hotel rooms during the late afternoon? The same could not be said however, of the room that Cid and the playtpus-man had been in; no bubble around the room meant no protection as it hit the ground. Same for anyone whom had been on the cable.
Thus, hopefully, Vasil had been smart enough to cut the cable behind him rather than between him and Sam. Otherwise he'd be introduced to the ground very quickly and very hardly. Assuming he had been smart enough to sever the link behind him, he would instead be introduced only to the body of the great tree to which his side was still attached, along with the few remaining rooms on this side. At least he wouldn't hit the ground though, and would not be all that far above it. A good fifty foot or so drop, if he could manage that.
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Sam on the other hand had not been so lucky. Much the opposite, she had been luckier it seemed. As the cable fell towards the tree, she hadn't been able to keep ahold, and not long after the Prince had made the severance she found herself tossed free and plummeting through the air. Downwards, to that untimely demise.
Or at least that would be the case, had she not managed to collide with a rising bubble in her descent, just one of the countless others customary to the the skies of the archipelago. As strong as they were she did not just pass straight through like a rock, and instead merely altered its course with her impact, sending it quickly towards the ground. Not nearly as quickly as free fall however. When it finally hit the ground the bubble popped, casting Sam against the grass with her face. Not unscathed, but very much alive.
"Fuagh- ptew- blegh!" Sitting up groggily, she coughed up clods of dirt and grass, swatting at her tongue with her hands to try and get rid of the taste. She noticed she had landed not too far from her bag that she had tossed down earlier, but for the time being her attention was much more heavily focused on the wreckage and still uncleared dust of the former floor of the hotel. "Eeeth, juth my luth..."
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Post by CJ on Nov 7, 2012 11:11:26 GMT -5
A few yards away from Sam, Cid dangled from a tree. It seemed he landed there after his triumphant success as Vasil's projectile. Titan, the space octopus, grasped onto one of his metal boots and a tree branch fiercely, trying not to let him fall to the ground. However, this particular branch was fairly low, meaning Cid's head was only a few inches from the ground. At his point, the octopus had nothing to worry about, but still it held on.
One of his pant legs had fallen back, revealing his leg up to the knee. It was clear the metal "boots" were actually a part of Cid's legs, acting as a prosthetics for the knees below. The skin attached to the connecting apparatus was horribly scarred, as though it had been mangled or torn. These scars might have been what Cid was referring to when he was talking to Sam before.
"Someday, my prince will come," he sang in his deliriousness. His eyes rolled around in their sockets.
The octopus made a squeaking sound, as though losing his grip on the boy. Its tentacles stretched out as Cid soon would fall to his untimely inconvenience.
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Post by Sprite on Nov 7, 2012 15:40:24 GMT -5
Luckily, Vasil had indeed cut he cable behind him, having been contemplating the action for quite some time now. Sparing the screaming fishgirl a brief glance, Vasil snickered to himself at the spectacle. Pausing, he looked up and saw a giant bubble hotel room descending upon him.
Snarling and lifting arm, he pierced through the protective bubble and penetrate into the interior of the descending structure. Shaking wood-colored globs of goo off his coat, Vasil began half climbing and half running up the spinning and falling room. Pulling back a fist, he punched his way through a few more walls and exited the opposite side of the falling room in a cascade of more woody brown goop.
Clear now of any remaining debris, the prince realize he was no longer hanging onto the cable, casting his gaze he spotted the massive tree trunk of the mangrove. Angling himself he began to dive towards it. Striking the tree trunk head first, there was a wet splashing sound and the prince pierced straight into the massive mangrove, disappearing.
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At the base of the tree not far from where Cid was hanging, a section of the trunk bulged outward and began translucent. The odd bulge popped and exploded outward, showering everyone with woodchips of the solid and not so solid variety as Vasil calmly strode out. It appeared that upon entering the tree trunk he had merely melted his way straight down the trunk and exited at the base, as if taking an elevator.
The tree creaked ominously as it seemed to shift slightly, Vasil has severely weakened its structure and stability. Glancing at it, and then at the somewhat intact wreckage of the room Georgio had been in, an evil smile crossed the ruthless royalty's face.
"Perfect. A royal staff with which to bash in the impudent face of this plebian."
Walking around to the other side of the mangrove, Vasil spotted Cid hanging from a branch. Reaching a hand out Vasil...
...smacked the boy and octopus off of the branch, discarding them carelessly on the ground.
"Don't laze around you oaf. See to it my vassals are all whole and accounted for."
Walking up to the mangrove trunk, Vasil drew back a fist, clad in the odd fiber woven gloves he had reclaimed from the prison and struck the tree. The prince was quite strong, but not strong enough to fell such a titanic plant in one blow, but as the entire tree seemed to wobble like a giant piece of jello just tapped with a spoon, it was apparent it was no normal punch.
As the bark broke and the tree seemed to collapse inward slightly from its own weight and temporary state of jellosity, Vasil stood back and pulled a hand back in a pose for a chop.
"Goo Green."
Swinging his palm horizontally at the tree trunk as if intending to chop it down as if with an axe, the prince actually did just that. His hand chop sheared cleanly through the tree trunk with little impediment, sending giant slices and heaps of tree trunk goop everywhere. Standing back and striking the mangrove once more with a kick, Vasil watched as the titanic tree began to slowly fall towards the wreckage of Sam's room.
"Pl-plepostrous..."
Georgio weakly stood up, emerging from the wreckage, looking much worse for the wear, but not quite out of the count just yet. Too late he looked up and saw the giant mangrove descending towards him, with a scream he attempted to turn tail (literally) and flee but it was too late as he promptly lost from sight as the mangrove finally struck the ground.
The impact could be felt throughout the entire island, Vasil himself almost losing his balance as he quickly righted himself. Dusting his hands off, the victorious prince eyed the tree trunk while calling out to Cid and Sam.
"Come on then you lazy bitches! That will be enough to put the pirate in his place for now but we had best get a move on before he gets any of his filthy blood on me."
Indeed if one looked closely, the tree trunk seemed to be shaking ever so slightly as something underneath it was struggling mightily to get free.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Nov 9, 2012 3:19:18 GMT -5
Sam watched, pretty speechless at the spectacle the prince had put on. She had seen people stronger than him, and displays of power greater than what he had just demonstrated, but she wasn't aware of ever having met someone so reckless. All she could do was watch, horrified, as the great mangrove tree fell to the ground. It was so big as to span not only the island they were on, but further to at least another two or three of the archipelago. Forget injuries, she couldn't fathom how many people had been just now killed by the prince when the tree touched down and the ground shook. Just trying to process it was hard for her, and though she rose shakily to her feet some time after the prince had called for them to do so, she only followed after him with her bag in a dreary daze as the sun began to set behind the small group. Something in the back of her mind was telling her that the blood he spilled was on her hands; if she hadn't considered it before, she was now strongly believing that it was a mistake helping him out of jail, let alone helping him to travel. --- "Hrrrg... this's really heavy! Some help might be nice!"From Sam's perspective it had looked like the tree had fully touched down, and crushed it's way across Sabaody. Given the size of it that may as well have been the case, were it not for the lone figure standing under so many tonnes of mass and supporting it on his shoulders, not unlike Atlas and the world. His legs threatened to buckle at any moment, his arms felt numb, and his whole body was shaking. But he stood. To move or to let go meant more than just his death. "Can someone go an' get a couple o' those big robot guys? I bet they'd be a big help right 'bout now."Although he could be heard to anyone nearby (including the scores of people crowded around him seeking safety), it was really too dark beneath the tree to see who the fellow was. Some distance away though a marine officer's overcoat had been tossed, assumedly before the man had rushed over to catch the tree from crushing everything in its path. --- Night had fallen, and the festival Sam had been looking forward to was in full blast. Literally. It was difficult to tell night had fallen in fact, given that the sky was lit up by so many fireworks that it was like the sun itself was hovering no more than a couple hundred feet above. Only the lights of the pyrotechnics were every color of the rainbow, exploding into all sorts of shapes and showering down sparks of all colors. The collapse of one of the mangroves in the hotel district was a huge concern of many people, but thankfully and inexplicably not too many people had been hurt, so it was not enough of a disaster to stop or otherwise postpone the festival. There was not a grove in the archipelago that was not celebrating the event, and even the marine base was shooting off cannons and flares every once in awhile to match the civilian districts.
Here, on Grove One of the lawless zones in the very heart of the archipelago, the celebrations were the wildest if not the most extravagant. Bars and restaurants were filled to the brim and pouring out into the streets, and the streets were alive with cheering, singing, and celebrations. There were even occasionally bands and the like trying to get some music in edgewise, though it seemed futile over the constant thunder of the fireworks overhead. Given of course that this was one of the lawless areas, there was of course fighting here and there, but nothing too serious really. It seemed the sentiment of the festival pervaded everything, and even bitter rivals were much too happy to want to go so far as to kill one another. All in all, Sabaody Archipelago had become a locus of life and energy.
--- With so many people partying out in the streets it was hard for Sam to keep track of the prince, even when she wasn't being picked up, spun around, or hugged randomly by everyone she bumped into. Which was a lot of people. Though she had set out with only her bag and her usual attire, she now had all manner of festive decorations hanging on her person including a number of streamers, a big foam hand and a jester hat hanging on her head. None of these were things she had bought, taken, or sought out. They had just been put on her, thrown on her, or fallen on her when she came into contact with other people. It was really such a haze of activity that she gave up trying to avoid or keep track of it, and just keep her goal in mind. Indeed, if she couldn't even recall having her face painted (a skull and crossbones on her cheek), then there was little to try and worry about beyond losing her bag and losing the prince. Even as something as simple as that, in this place and time, was hard. It didn't help that she wasn't particularly tall to be able to see through crowds easily, and that it was almost deafening, the din of celebrations around them. "So we are still going to the ship, right?!" At about that time someone handed her a very tall neon novelty cup with a straw. She took a swig of what was inside, but it was nasty and she spat it out. By that time though the person that had given it to her was long gone, so she ended up with a new cup. "I don't think we have to worry about being caught like this!"--- Around the same time, surprisingly not all that far from where Sam was, a pink-skinned fellow with gills sat on the second story deck of a restaurant/bar on a street corner. Seated near and around him were other fishpeople of varying types, though most of them had very strange or even alien appearance to what people of the surface would be used to, even for fishpeople. While the pink fishman was eying the streets with scrutiny, almost all the others with him were fixated on the sky, practically hypnotized by the fireworks. The lights of all colors reflected off of their very big and dark eyes, creating an eerie display as they all sat in silence. "Friends! Crewmen! Look alive, for I know she is here somewhere! And when we find her, the night will be all the sweeter!"As engrossed in this duty as he was, he seemed to miss completely that he was the only one actually on the lookout. |
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Post by CJ on Nov 13, 2012 13:20:45 GMT -5
"Prince Vasil, my hero," Cid hummed to himself after Sam's question. "His ship is probably as cool as him!"
Blended in the party crowd, the boy at first wouldn't appear too odd. He was decked out in various party gear, including a golden tiara and a flashy red cape (which fortunately covered his torn clothes and bruises on his back). Titan clutched onto Cid's shoulders and held up tiny windmill sticks with six of his tentacles. His boots were cranked to make him taller, towering a foot over Vasil and Sam to see and keep up with them. Those who saw him probably assumed he was operating some kind of stilts.
He seemed to have a notion that Vasil somehow saved him back at the hotel (though it really had been the opposite). Like an annoying younger sibling, he followed the two where they went, constantly wanting to be included in their actions.
"Where'd you get one of those?" he asked Sam when he saw the cup in her hand. "I want one."
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Post by Sprite on Nov 18, 2012 5:14:38 GMT -5
During the course of the festivities, someone had spotted the vicious prince's tacky zebra coat and had found it appropriate to put a life size zebra head over the prince's own handsome visage. Of course, the gifter was no where to be seen, perhaps he was too ashamed of the dirty wet red stains that seemed fresh on the otherwise spotless (but perfectly striped!) zebra head.
The happy smile and eyes of the zebra stared out blankly as Vasil slouched and followed behind Sam with his hands jammed firmly in his pockets.
"Yes yes yes wench, take me to the vessel that I might be rid of this loathsome place full of all these filthy peasants!"
The fabulous warrior prince's venomous tone and diction contrasted sharply with the mellow and happy face of the zebra that he wore, his voice slightly muffled coming from inside the paper-mache and fake fur construct. The fact that he still wore it hinted as some begrudging enjoyment at the novelty headgear.
He snarled at Cid and kicked out at some passing festival-goers. Snatching a drink from a passing citizen he pressed the straw to the zebra lips but found no liquid passing into his mouth, in frustration he lobbed it at the same person knocking them over. All in all his procession was marked by chaos wherever he went.
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Meanwhile, just under the restaurant where the odd pink fishman sat on lookout, a familiar figure stumbled into the scene.
Georgio had seen better days, his bear coat and long greasy black hair were matted with mud and blood, more than a couple chips of barks and blades of grass mixing in with his attire. Snarling as he limped his way through the carnival he peered about.
"Just where did the platty plrratyy prince and his fishywoman plllllackey gooo?"
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Nov 24, 2012 0:20:07 GMT -5
"Where'd you get one of those? I want one."
"What... oh this? I dunno, someone just gave it to me. I don't really want it, here you can have mine!"
It took her a second to realize that Cid was even talking to her, as she could barely hear him over the celebrations, but when she put two and two together Sam offered him her cup. It wasn't like she would get much use out of it after this anyway, although she wasn't really sure why he was following her or Vasil. She didn't know if or even how she could help him, and it seemed more and more that only an insane person would follow Vasil. In a way she was grateful to have made this realization herself.
"Yes yes yes wench, take me to the vessel that I might be rid of this loathsome place full of all these filthy peasants!"
"Oh come on, you have to admit it's actually pretty nice! I bet if more places were like this more often, then- oooh!"
Just then a rather loud and colorful explosion burst only a short ways overhead, from a particularly large and close firework that had been set off. Many in the crowd stopped in their various celebrations to watch it and cheer or gasp, Sam included as the rainbow of light shone in her big, cloudy eyes. Some seconds later, and there was a flurry of activity and a surge of the crowd as the people picked up from where they left off. Not least among them was a fight that had stopped for the fireworks but picked up again now, though fortunately it found its way to an alleyway. It did not take long again before things were back to normal, or as normal as things could be in this wild place.
The only thing missing from the place as it were, was Sam, strangely enough. It seemed in the sudden hustle and bustle of activity she had been lost.
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"My Princess! It truly is you! Were it that the fates convened and struck me blind this instant, I could lead a life of happiness knowing that a maiden so fair is the last thing I ever see."
"Who the?! Oh boy... this guy."
After the fireworks had subsided, Sam found herself jostled and shoved around amidst the crowd until she felt a hand pulling her. She just assumed it was probably Vasil or even Cid maybe, and followed it. What she didn't expect however was to be dragged inside what she could only guess was a bar, but it had been emptied out and closed off when the owner of the hand pulled her inside. Therein she was able to get a clear look at her would-be kidnapper, though there was no need for fear because she knew exactly who it was. The pink fishman from before, in jeans and a frilly white dress shirt with what appeared to be a metal cuirass. If anything she was merely concerned, for what his presence here might mean.
"And whom else might it be?" The fellow had been wearing something of a mask which might be considered appropriate given the celebrations going on. The only problem was, the mask was an exact copy of his face, and raising it he had the same expression it had; a cheery grin. "Oh how I hath journeyed, both far and wide for a chance such as this. T'was no simple task, filled with a great many hardships and sorrows, but the payoff..." At this he lowered to a knee, holding her hand as he bowed his head. "...not a treasure or reward in this world can compare."
Confused, Sam leaned her head to the side a little, looking down and then around the empty place when nothing was happening. He seemed content to just kneel there, holding her hand. Eventually she felt the need to speak up, if not for her sake then for his.
"Forgall... what are you doing here?"
"I'm here for you Princess! You're my Princess!" In saying this he looked up with an expression of complete adoration, and pulled Sam close in an embrace as he spoke. Given that he was still on one knee however, in actuality he was really just giving her waist snuggles. Clearly visibly uncomfortable by the whole display, Sam struggled to break his hug before someone happened to stumble in and notice the one-sided affectionate display. "Were it that I could express my feelings in words, I fear the world would be drowned as the heavens wept from their beauty. But then... a world of water with just you and me sounds like a most splendid gift to give to my Princess."
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Outside the bar, to Sam's eyes it had inexplicably been closed when she was dragged inside, but to those in the street it was clear as to the reason why. A number the strange fishpeople from before with such distorted and almost alien features stood guard outside the bar their leaded had appropriated, having shut the doors and barred the outside themselves.
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Post by Sprite on Nov 24, 2012 14:59:44 GMT -5
Distracted momentarily by the fireworks, Vasil's face had seemingly settled into a grouchy frown. The furrows in his brow did not vanish seeing the colorful light display, if anything it only seemed to anger him further as if they reminded him of something infuriating.
"Enough of this, to your vessel we- wench?"
Vasil peered about. Cid. He looked high and low. Cid. The prince turned in a circle looking about for Sam. Cid.
A vein throbbed in the prince's head as he saw Cid but no Sam. Snarling he caught a flash of motion and saw Sam being dragged away by some oddly dressed pink fishman. Curling his hands into fists, Vasil stormed off in the same direction, pushing his way past Cid and the crowd that had formed. More than a couple people were flung into the air.
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The fishman standing guard outside the bar might have seen what appeared to be a bipedal zebra approaching. The friendly blank eyes of the smiling zebra peered at them. But the harsh voice bearing vulgar lethal words were completely contrasting.
"Fuck off you fish faggoty lot. I have business inside, open the doors and then go kill yourselves."
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Post by CJ on Nov 25, 2012 22:58:50 GMT -5
Cid's cheeks puffed out when Vasil left him again. He tapped his feet together and his legs cranked him up and up so he could see where the former prince was headed.
"I can't let him escape! He must sign my scrapbook!"
The boy held up a glittering, sparkling mess of a book. Some of the glitter splattered on his vest but he didn't seem to mind. He spotted Vasil in the distance and began to run after him, dodging people haphazardly in the crowd with Titan sighing in his apparent master's life choices.
For a brief moment, he saw a carriage pulled rather carelessly past the bar. A purple haired woman sat sleeping, held by a man he recognized to be a World Noble, a man called Saint Angles. Well, this woman wasn't really a woman. She was more like a hybrid of what Cid thought to be a bumble bee and a human, with antenna, insect wings and black and yellow fur dotting her body. Her clothing was very revealing, making even Cid take a second glance at her amazing figure. It was almost entrancing, like a spell had been cast over very man in the area, tempting them to look at her.
"Faster! Faster, Zeek! Do you want Val to suffer a man's kiss? I certainly wouldn't want to be kissed by a man!"
"I think you would say that for completely different reasons, Phil!"
Cid blinked out of the spell, seeing a black haired woman in a wheelchair being pushed by a blue haired man. They chased desperately after the carriage. The boy wouldn't have bothered watching had it not been for the rainbow spokes on the wheelchair.
"Faster, Zeek!"
"Alright, alright!"
"Huh," Cid said. "I guess you see weird things everyday. Right, Titan?"
The octopus shrugged as the boy tapped his feet again and cranked his boots down to only a few inches above Vasil. He grinned ecstatically at him, clutching his scrapbook and pen in his tiny hands.
"What are we doing here, my Prince? Where has your attendant, Sam, gone?"
Apparently Cid was way out of the loop.
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