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| blader4411 | Mar 13 2011, 07:14 AM Post #11 |
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Alyssa groaned, cursing whoever had just run past under hear breath. Still, this was no time for arguments, not with the mob so close, and now widening their search. Knowing that she would tire sooner or later, Alyssa resolved to find somewhere safe to hide. She would do more than just look around however, not trusting her human eyes to find salvation. "Please, if any of you out there are in a street clear of pursuers, tell me!" This was not meant for the fellow men and women who were fleeing, but rather for any animals in the area, though humans would undoubtedly hear her. Hopefully none in this crowd had prejudices against those who seemed to talk to themselves. |
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| Scrathy | Mar 13 2011, 11:32 AM Post #12 |
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Horace quickly rebalenced himself with his cane before spinning around to see who he had bumped into. "Terribly sorry, sir." He called out. Horace was about to keep running down the street before realising that his best hope for escape was an alley. Doubling back again Horace ran back past the man he had collided with. Only then did he realise the man was black. "Oh." He said, pausing. Realising he stupidity Horace shook his head. Now was not the time for racisim. Now was the time to escape. "I don't suppose you know a good place to hide?" Edited by Scrathy, Mar 13 2011, 11:35 AM.
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| yourassassin64 | Mar 13 2011, 12:23 PM Post #13 |
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Jackson continued on his way to his old friend, Edwin MacFarthy. As he neared closer to Edwin's, past memories began to surge through his head... It was many years ago. Jackson, only 16 at the time, was walking down the streets to the Pawn shop. On his way there, he saw a younger boy being harassed by two older-looking boys, around Jackson's age. They threw the young boy's glasses on the floor and persued him as he ran down and ally. Jackson followed, just to make sure nothing got out of hand. The boys had him pinned when he had arrived. Without asking any questions, Jackson attacked the boys and with a few punches they decided to leave. It was here that the boy introduced himself as Edwin. Edwin led Jackson to his house, not far from the ally. Upon stepping into the house, Jackson's jaw dropped. Lining the rooms were all sorts of inventions. Trinkets built by Edwin, the aspiring inventor. Before Jackson left, Edwin entrusted to him a small gadget, of which its purpose was unknown. He also promised Jackson a favor. A favor that Jackson had not seen carried out and hoped that Edwin would remember. He must be in his sixties by this time, so all bets were off. Jackson was nearing the house now. Much had changed since he last saw London, but the roads remained mostly the same. As he stepped to knock on the door, Jackson hoped the rumors he had heard about the crazy, old inventor on Romney St. were true. Edited by yourassassin64, Mar 13 2011, 11:41 PM.
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| Dark Lord Nihilus | Mar 13 2011, 12:33 PM Post #14 |
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The Goddess provides. Seeing the onrushing police force that had circled around to cut them off, Cronan clicked his tongue to catch Beleeara's attention before sprinting off the main street and into the alleyways. He hastened along, keeping to the less trafficked paths, stopping now and again to ascertain the direction of most commotion and adjusting his course to steer clear. He was no fool. The Goddess may provide opportunities but it lay in his hands to seize them. The scale of the purge was larger than he had originally thought. Indeed, it seemed he may need to make his way down into the sewers to find refuge. The Inquisition was out in force and they would not stop until their blood-thirst had been quenched. He had to seek a permanent refuge. The sewers may do for a time but they were hardly the most hospitable of places. First things first, he had to find an entrance to the sewers. |
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| Azahul | Mar 13 2011, 05:14 PM Post #15 |
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With a muffled whumpf the small forge exploded, sending Vel'kan flying across the street and into a wall. As he staggered to his feet he saw another Inquisitor striding through the flames, pistol cocked and pointed in his hand. The man glanced at Vel'kan, and apparently dismissed him as a threat. The Inquisitor began to stride down the alley, heading towards the main street. Alyssa heard the explosion from only a few blocks away, the noise almost drowning out the sounds of the rat squeaking as it pointed her down another, smaller alley. "Quickly, this way!" The only manhole Cronan could spot lay between him and the police, in full view of the officers as they marched down the street. He'd never make it there in time. The dull thud of an explosion startled him, and he turned to see more smoke rising to his right. It seemed the cordon was closing on this district. |
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| blader4411 | Mar 13 2011, 05:49 PM Post #16 |
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Alyssa cursed, looking around but seeing only destruction. Too careless, she told herself angrily. Normally she would have asked at least a few rats to be standing watch when she slept, they were active at night anyway, so were happy to oblige. But last night, she'd been tired from walking, and had not set that guard which would have let her get out before this purge had begun. Still, no time to cry over what had already happened... Hoping that the rat was correct, but out of ideas herself, Alyssa ran into the small alleyway and kept following her guide. |
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| Warlord Arskittar | Mar 13 2011, 09:43 PM Post #17 |
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Vel'kan, realising he was no longer in danger, meerly took of his cap, and placed it in front of him. 'Spare a little change sir' he began saying, as people walked past, paying Vel'kan little or no notice at all. |
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| Kirat | Mar 13 2011, 11:23 PM Post #18 |
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Kirat felt the adrenaline rush as he saw the inquisitors getting closer, he wanted to fight them, wanted to rip them apart, but he knew he couldn't, not here. He shoved his way through a crowd on the street then went into the other alley, moving away from the mob still. He looked for some way up to the roof, knowing it would be a good place to hide. Iff worse came to worse he knew he would have to pretend to be human, although the inquisition have some way of telling iff you have anything to do with the magic. When he almost ran into the other runner he frowned, why was she going the other way? Did she know something he didn't? "Hey wait! Where are you going?" He shouted, almost instantly regretting it as he heard another explosion. He decided to ignore it and took off down the alley away from them again, looking for somewhere to hide. |
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| Dark Lord Nihilus | Mar 14 2011, 10:31 AM Post #19 |
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Cronan stopped in his tracks, spun nimbly on his heel and sprinted back the way he came. Beleeara hurried quickly on his heels. Perhaps today was his time to die, the day when his spirit would return to the eternal coil, beyond the veil. He was quickly running out of options and the Inquisitors were closing in quickly. He briefly considered ducking into a building but he doubted he would find any sanctuary. The poor populace would turn him over for a penny and safety from the wrath of the Inquisition. He would have to put his faith in the alleys to lead him out of the noose. |
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| Morkskittar | Mar 15 2011, 06:53 AM Post #20 |
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Sefirot smiled softly at the man before him. "I only wish I did - the gratitude of old ladies seems to have less and less value as the years go on. The only thing to do now is run." With a sigh, thew coated man began to run, dragging Horace behind him if need be. Pillz |
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