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Post by Alastor on Jul 20, 2013 1:37:31 GMT -8
The desert's sand hit a deep-red tour bus as it moved along the desert road. The driver looked onto the road, paying no mind to the racket his 'friends'- if you could even call them that- were making in the back. Hammerfall had long since learned to tune out the sounds of bands. The fact he just gathered a bunch of random ass people off the streets as he drove around seemed to amplify this.
A town made itself visible in the horizon, with the grimacing Roadie turning his attention to a hastily made map resting on his lap, reading the note he scribbled onto the map. He had a couple of amps and a drum set to unload onto a local gang's inventory.
"Pitstop coming up." He grumbled into a microphone, watching as the town's entrance came up- Tomb Rock, it read. "Get yer asses ready, we won't be seeing one of these for another coupl'a days after this."
The town was definitely an old one, the surroundings looking like a set to a cowboy movie, complete with saloon and gun shop.
The bus reached a halt then.
"We're here."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 20, 2013 2:07:33 GMT -8
Among the people in the tour bus was a woman in her late teens, wearing probably the best and most expensive clothing out of all of them. The fur coat that had been thrown aside when the weather had gotten to hot, was probably expensive enough to feed an entire family for a few months. Though if anyone tried to snatch, she would of made them regret it.
This girl, Saga Lindquist, was tapping on the seat in front of her with drum sticks, playing advanced cadences that had been drilled into her since she was old enough to hold a drum stick.
As the announcement was made, Saga looked outside and her face contorted with disgust.
"You don't expect me to relieve myself here do you? This place looks disgusting," she complained in a heavy Nordic accent.
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Post by Alastor on Jul 20, 2013 2:12:33 GMT -8
"Deal with it, m'lady." The Roadie replied flatly as he released the bus's door. A tinge of sarcasm picked up as he continued. "Better than the filthy, bug-infested ground."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 20, 2013 6:43:41 GMT -8
Saga cringed, remembering an emergency pitstop she had to make on the dirty ground, "Fine." she grumbled, putting her drumsticks into her bag and grabbing her coat.
As she stepped out of the bus, she coughed, at all the dust that was picked up. She wasn't used to this climate. Back home in Valkyria, there was probably a blizzard going on.
As she stepped into the saloon, people stared at her, with her fancy clothes she had a bit of a target painted on her. Saga just walked by, her head held up high.
"Hello there miss, what can I get for ya?" the barkeeper said. Saga cringed as he flashed his yellow toothed smile a ther.
"I'd just like to know where the bathroom is... though I wouldn't mind having a bit of aquavit..."
"...Aqua what?"
Saga groaned. There was no bar in this goddamn country that served her favorite alcohol was there?
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 20, 2013 14:40:15 GMT -8
Sitting towards the front of the tour bus, primping in a small hand mirror and applying lipstick, Nocturne threw an annoyed glance at the bus driver. The stop was practically in the middle of nowhere. She gave a soft sigh even so, standing up and heading off the bus with the others, to go off in search of a shop.
Janus Engage was not one to socialize. Maybe he had before The Incident, but now he didn't. After all, it was kind of hard to talk to people when they're screaming and running away from you.
He sat on the back of the bus, trenchcoat up and hat pulled down to cover his monstrous face, playing the guitar with gloved hands. Even though some people had tried to make conversation with him throughout the ride, he never responded. Didn't want the bus to crash after all.
He wasn't sure now if he should get out. After all, he would end up landing in a situation calling for him to talk...
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Post by mekasoundwave on Jul 21, 2013 16:44:30 GMT -8
On the bus full of rockers, misfits, mutants and general freaks of nature, it was hard to be the strangest one there. Fenrir probably took the title anyways. The short human boy wore little more than shorts and some sort of cloak made out of the pelt of some animal (animals?) and was curled up in his seat in the position a dog would sit in. Any attempt to sit too close to the boy (not that many tried it anyways) was met with a territorial growl and a threatening grab for his guitar. That'd scare 'em off.
The wolf boy awoke when the bus slowed to a stop. After a quick stretch, he darted out of the bus on all fours and headed for the nearest building, the saloon, where he simply sat out in front. Truth be told, he didn't know why he'd gotten on that bus, where he was or what he was doing there. He'd just seen people and they'd got on this bus. So he followed.
Curiosity did kill the cat...but that proverb never mentioned weird wolf-humans.
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Post by Alastor on Jul 22, 2013 0:04:12 GMT -8
Saga cringed, remembering an emergency pitstop she had to make on the dirty ground, "Fine." she grumbled, putting her drumsticks into her bag and grabbing her coat. As she stepped out of the bus, she coughed, at all the dust that was picked up. She wasn't used to this climate. Back home in Valkyria, there was probably a blizzard going on. As she stepped into the saloon, people stared at her, with her fancy clothes she had a bit of a target painted on her. Saga just walked by, her head held up high. "Hello there miss, what can I get for ya?" the barkeeper said. Saga cringed as he flashed his yellow toothed smile a ther. "I'd just like to know where the bathroom is... though I wouldn't mind having a bit of aquavit..." "...Aqua what?" Saga groaned. There was no bar in this goddamn country that served her favorite alcohol was there? "Akvavit, you braindead fool." Groaned another man to the barkeep from his stool, drinking rum directly out of a bottle. The man was wearing undone military gear- made of an unbuttoned red leather jacket tossed over a white shirt, as well as blue pants made of what appeared to be some sort of cloth. He was a human soldier from the forces of the notorious Eddie the Trooper, evidently- likely deployed in a search of a Dragonforce deposit. Someone Saga could consider a rival, at the very least. The barkeep keep rolled his eyes, keeping focus on cleaning out a glass pitcher. "Never even heard of the stuff." "Bloody hell, how is it you keep your job?" The soldier barked in annoyance- how is it this buffoon had this job, but didn't know of one of the most famous drinks in the bordering Valkyria? "Look, unlike you, I don't need to go anywhere but my home town. And not a damn person in this place wants or even heard of that thing." On the bus full of rockers, misfits, mutants and general freaks of nature, it was hard to be the strangest one there. Fenrir probably took the title anyways. The short human boy wore little more than shorts and some sort of cloak made out of the pelt of some animal (animals?) and was curled up in his seat in the position a dog would sit in. Any attempt to sit too close to the boy (not that many tried it anyways) was met with a territorial growl and a threatening grab for his guitar. That'd scare 'em off. The wolf boy awoke when the bus slowed to a stop. After a quick stretch, he darted out of the bus on all fours and headed for the nearest building, the saloon, where he simply sat out in front. Truth be told, he didn't know why he'd gotten on that bus, where he was or what he was doing there. He'd just seen people and they'd got on this bus. So he followed. Curiosity did kill the cat...but that proverb never mentioned weird wolf-humans. The soldier groaned again as he saw the strange... wolf-human thing come in. "The fuck is with you?" He asked, as he took a slam of rum again, staring at him. "Walk on ya feet, kid." Sitting towards the front of the tour bus, primping in a small hand mirror and applying lipstick, Nocturne threw an annoyed glance at the bus driver. The stop was practically in the middle of nowhere. She gave a soft sigh even so, standing up and heading off the bus with the others, to go off in search of a shop. The girl would find herself attracted to a single shop- one which sold old clothing, about a century old in fact. She'd also certainly would think it was a century old as she stepped in, a cloud of dust blown off the floor as she entered the shop. She'd find countless rows of clothing held on racks, as well as a counter a good distance away- barely visible, it seemed. Janus Engage was not one to socialize. Maybe he had before The Incident, but now he didn't. After all, it was kind of hard to talk to people when they're screaming and running away from you. He sat on the back of the bus, trenchcoat up and hat pulled down to cover his monstrous face, playing the guitar with gloved hands. Even though some people had tried to make conversation with him throughout the ride, he never responded. Didn't want the bus to crash after all. He wasn't sure now if he should get out. After all, he would end up landing in a situation calling for him to talk... The Roadie stood up as the rest of the band left, noticing that Janus had stayed on the bus. With a sigh he stood up and walked to the back of the bus, where he kept all of the equipment, signalling the mutant to follow. "You wanna make yerself useful?" He asked in his gruff voice, pulling forward two amps. "I got to unload some shit. Gunna take a coupl'a hours to do, but havin' someone around to help would speed it up a bit." |
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 22, 2013 15:32:04 GMT -8
Saga rolled her eyes at the bar keeper's response, "You've never left this... place? I pity you. Give me a beer then."
She looked over at the soldier, checking him out head from toe. "You look quiet official." she said, "What is it you do?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 22, 2013 16:25:48 GMT -8
Nocturne grimaced as she stepped into the derelict building, glancing around. Oh well, she supposed it wouldn't hurt to check out the clothes... after all, they might even be cute, not to mention authentic. So, she began looking through the rack closest to her.
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Janus looked up from his bass at the bus driver, and nodded as enthusiastically as he could without showing off his face. He stood up, following him back before taking the two large amps and carrying them off the bus.
The man was pretty muscular, thanks both to years of mining and also to the Incident. If given proper leverage, he could easily carry the rest of the items out in two trips.
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Post by mekasoundwave on Jul 24, 2013 12:02:26 GMT -8
Fenrir's sharp ears picked up the gruff man's voice and the wolf boy focused on him as he talked to him. He didn't...quite understand, so he just tilted his head and looked back at the man in classic "confused doggie" fashion. It'd be cute if it wasn't so damned strange. Of course, the boy COULD walk on two legs in the sense that a left handed man could write with his right. You could, but it wasn't how you knew how to do it, so you weren't as good at it.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 24, 2013 15:42:46 GMT -8
Saga rolled her eyes, "He was on the bus with me, and he was doing that the whole time. I think he might be a bit..." she swirled her finger around head in the "crazy sign"
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 25, 2013 20:36:04 GMT -8
At the smallish, out of the way back corner of the bus sat a smallish, out of the way boy, sleeping with surprising soundness as his bony chest rose and fell gently. A disquieting amount of snoring was emanating from the boy - but it was not his.
As he slept, so did his hair. The power mullet rose and fell much like the boy who wore it, raucous snoring coming from god knows where. The hair itself had no mouth or nose, yet it snored, all the same.
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Post by Alastor on Aug 1, 2013 20:52:04 GMT -8
((Will reply to Penny and Adlai's posts next week, or whenever Penny gets back from her trip tomorrow))
The soldier looked between the man and the girl. "You don't say." He told Saga flatly, if with a tinge of sarcasm in his tone. He turned back to the counter, downing more of his drink.
"And what's it to you what I do, little girl?" He replied.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 1, 2013 21:01:55 GMT -8
Saga thanked the bartender as he handed her a beer. She took a gulp and glared at the man.
"Little girl? I am 18 years old thank you very much. And with much more power then you'll ever hold." she boasted. "I was just curious. Making small talk. Maybe I just happen to like a man in a uniform." She smiled a seductive smile, and took another gulp.
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Post by Alastor on Sept 6, 2013 10:40:49 GMT -8
The soldiers stared at the girl disinterestedly. "Married, little girl." He told her bluntly as he returned his attentions to taking another gulp.
((I'll reply to Adlai and Pen when my home internet is back up, hopefully next week or so))
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 10, 2013 19:34:58 GMT -8
Saga frowned, "Lucky woman she is. And stop calling me little girl."
She decided to go for a different approach, "You seem like a knowledgeable and well traveled man. I've been hearing things about something called... the Dragonforce thats in this region. Do you know anything about it?
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Post by Alastor on Mar 8, 2014 1:59:59 GMT -8
"That'd be a secret." The man replied, grimacing. "...S'not somethin' a civilian would ask either."
He squinted, looking over at Saga suspiciously. "Odd little girl, aren't ya?"
((BECAUSE FUCK IT. SEVEN IS A LUCKY NUMBER.)
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Mar 8, 2014 2:05:15 GMT -8
"I am not a little girl!" Saga repeated, downing her beer aggresivily, "And if you're keeping secrets then I'll keep them too. Its none of your business if I'm a civilian or not."
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