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Post by BlueDolphin on May 11, 2004 22:55:03 GMT -5
Meanwhile... back at the office... A note was forwarded to Neone by messenger. It read: I am trying to reach you urgently. My research has unearthed more on this mineral Tanzanite. If it is baked in a certain pastry unspeakable horrors of the undead legion will arise! Fortunately, the recipe is lost to time. For now at least... -Jeff J. Cue dramatic music.
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Post by Little Miss Odd on May 11, 2004 23:04:39 GMT -5
meanwhilst
my mad driving skills have taken us to EPOSWASHQ
once there, we enter the vault room, which has been painted bright red, on the floor, are a pile of ashes, (a bit of pink gauze too, because of COURSE KK was in a tutu when he kidnapped our dear geneva), and a scrap of cloth with a depiction of geneva's wrist
*i get to wait in complete silence as neone ponders whilst chewing cigar*
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Post by >>The Neon One on May 11, 2004 23:10:42 GMT -5
I sniffed the air expectantly
Burning cloth....
Pink tutu....
I can't discern much from this. Did the EPOSWAS have any ballerina enemies? :: sigh:: I guess the least I can do for now is dust for fingerprints...
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Post by KillinKrillan on May 11, 2004 23:55:23 GMT -5
Back at enemy HQ...
*Returns to his chambers and opens his closet, grabbing his most favorite pink tutu examining the damages done to it*
Darned EPOSWAS... My most favorite peice of clothing and... THEY WILL PAY FOR THIS!
*Evil henchmen enters the room*
Evil henchmen: Sir! The EPOSWAS leader has escaped her bonds!
Ragefire: Is she still our lovely locked up prisoner?
Evil henchmen: Yes sir! But should we really let her roam the room free? What if she finds a way to escape!? And also, she could... Why are you holding a pink tutu?
Ragefire: Never you mind that, return to your post!
Evil henchmen: Sir! It's a pink tutu! Why do you have it!?
Ragefire: *Pulls a gun on him* NEVER YOU MIND THAT! RETURN TO YOUR POST!
Evil henchmen: *Gulp* ...Yes sir... *turns to leave and chuckles*
Ragefire: *Fires a single shot through the middle of his head* Nobody questions my pink tutu...
*Returns the tutu to the closet and heads back down to the room holding the EPOSWAS leader accompanied by two armed guards*
Greetings once again Geneva... I see you have freed yourself from our well placed restraints. That's fine, I'll let you walk around for awile, but, we have some things to talk about... I need the recepie for the power of the muffin, and you are going to give it to me... Don't try anything stupid, you can't possibly escape here with me and my guards present, if that is what you are thinking...
Now, start talking!
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Post by Nature's Fury on May 12, 2004 0:04:23 GMT -5
*I slip silently into the room, waiting quietly beside the door, watching Ragefire and the pretty prisoner. I clutch the parchment paper, waiting to be noticed so I may deliver my news. Irritably, I wonder if any progress will be made with the stubborn leader of the EPOSWAS... But I doubt it. She's smart, that's clear. Ragefire would have his hands full persuading her to talk. I'd be waiting for hours...*
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Post by geneva on May 12, 2004 0:05:33 GMT -5
"Ha!"
The small girl strides back to the chair and sits down daintly crossing her legs and flips her hair over her shoulder.
"What in all the earth makes you think I'm going to tell you ANYTHING?"
She pauses to smooth her stylish 40's skirt. Then she pulls a small novel from somewhere and flips it open. Glancing towards the guards she inquires innocently,
"Are you two room-service? I'd like some mint icecream and a cup of coffee. No cream or anything, I take it black."
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Post by Little Miss Odd on May 12, 2004 0:09:32 GMT -5
no matter how long it took Neone to crack this case, i wasn't worried....
one doesn't become the leader of the EPOSWAS on looks and heighth alone...
geneva could take care of herself...
but that becomes harder when you have ballerina enemies..
this i know... i know all too well
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Post by KillinKrillan on May 12, 2004 0:18:46 GMT -5
*Turns to one of the guards*
You heard the lady, bring her some mint ice cream and black coffee...
*Guard leaves*
*Turns to Geneva*
I'm really not as bad as you might think, I just want money, power, and your organization crushed into the ground. I'm sure he'll be back with your order in a few minutes... Till then, enjoy your book...
*Walks over to his associate, Amarie Glace*
Tell me of your news...
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Post by Nature's Fury on May 12, 2004 0:27:59 GMT -5
*I smile, and hold out the slightly wrinkled parchment.* The recipie exists. This parchment is from the diary of Sir Damon Artre. He says the recipie is hidden deep within the "Well of Dreams". *I frown slighly, now.* Unfortunately, I haven't found what that is yet. But... I believe I can find someone who might know where the Well is. It shouldn't take me long to find out if he'll be of use. *My gaze drifts to the casually reading prisoner. She's calm, confident... Not at all intimidated. This would take some time.* I will report back when I have news. *I turn towards the door, hoping the other "JERBOA's" wouldn't muck up too badly in my absense.*
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Post by >>The Neon One on May 12, 2004 2:02:07 GMT -5
I sighed in frustration, dusting for fingerprints and finding nothing. If I only could fast forward to the 21st century I could do DNA testing on that tutu fabric. Oh well. I tooks samples of the ashes to take back to the lab. Annoyed, I turned to the evil one.
Do you have any idea as to a motive? Anything at all? Why specifically those stones?
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Post by Evilduck on May 12, 2004 17:01:55 GMT -5
Add me to the story! Originally I wanted to be the comic relief that never dies (much like Ali's idea, and yes, any plot could use one) But I guess he asked first. I can be: *mercenary (not necessarily a hitman, maybe like a boat capitan) *mad scientist/inventor *Russian spy (hey why not?)
Which one fits the plot better?
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Post by Little Miss Odd on May 12, 2004 18:46:28 GMT -5
Add me to the story! Originally I wanted to be the comic relief that never dies (much like Ali's idea, and yes, any plot could use one) But I guess he asked first. I can be: *mercenary (not necessarily a hitman, maybe like a boat capitan) *mad scientist/inventor *Russian spy (hey why not?) Which one fits the plot better? see the thing is, the plot is fluid, depending on what the characters want and hey, i'm the immortal! i can wander around in my fashionista clothing and pointless veils, and because i'm the mystery mafia lady, i will not get touched jeff j on the other hand, because he has ""information"" bullets, knives, cement shoes and fire are all magnetically attracted to him i suppose if you're willing to lose a bit of blood every now and again, but still survive to do whatever pointless thing that you do, sure, but i am the one true immortal
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Post by Evilduck on May 12, 2004 18:55:39 GMT -5
can't decide... I will just watch how the story goes for now.
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Post by Arachis on May 12, 2004 19:57:26 GMT -5
*Comes rushing back to Geneva's cell. Hands her the Mint Tea and the Cofee Icecream she asked for.*
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Post by Little Miss Odd on May 12, 2004 20:00:55 GMT -5
i could think of only one entity that could do this to us
the JERBOA
the Jealous EPOSWAS Rejects Bent on Anarchy (i'll change the acronym and meaning when someone comes up with something better, till then i'm sticking with this, and woe befall the mod that tries to change this)
but what could they possibly want with all those stones?
unless... unless my EPOSWAS history fails me, those stones have some mystic powers, that could mean the end of civilization as we know it
but the details are hazy, i'm no jewel expert, all i know is that, the rocks could be used to bring about the end of the world
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