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Post by Markus Kine on Jun 17, 2008 23:45:20 GMT -5
Yes the modern world, something the newcomer to the city of Severance had still to get used to, having been dead for a while and living in the wilderness for the past three hundred years, he wasn't knowlegable on this sort of stuff. So Markus took to walking down the middle of the road in part of Severances buisness distract, many cars swurving around him and honking until eventualy one stopped right in front of him and layed on the horn. Markus stared into the 'eyes' of the beast which were in all reality it's headlights, before readying the polearm on his back for battle.
"The rest of your kind knew to flee...are you that foolish iron beast ?"
Markus asked preparing to attack the car.
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Post by Maxwell Thatcher on Jun 18, 2008 17:01:32 GMT -5
Severance's favorite (and only) mute shopkeeper, Maxwell Thatcher, was stocking his shelves with some dated books he had found on a recent journey when his sensitive ears picked up on the commotion outside. Turning his attention from the books to his front window, he slowly paced closer to get a better view. To his surprise, he came to see the rather strange looking man in the middle of the street, about ready to pounce on the vehicle before him.
Hmmm... This is certainly not what I had in mind for my week off, he thought. I figured that I'd close up shop ONE WEEK, gather some new materials, and restock them the day before re-opening. No, instead, I gotta witness something completely moronic, and be responsible... Dandy...
While the man couldn't speak physically, he was still capable of piecing together thoughts in the form of inward speech. Just because he was silenced was no reason to think the man to be dumb. Shaking his head, Max decided to wait by the window until something REALLY stupid happened, as he was sure it would within the next few seconds.
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Post by Markus Kine on Jun 19, 2008 3:36:45 GMT -5
Markus detached the polearm into the three parts and chains of the sectioned staff, using it to slash through the front of the car down the middle and between the 'eyes'. When this happened the people in the car began screaming and jumped out of the car.
Markus laughed aloud at this site.
"Your riders flee, as for you beast you die."
Markus said jumping up on the hood of the car, and toggling the switch to retract the polearm before grabbing it with both hands and slamming the blade through the hood of the car. After the site of a polearm stabbing the car, the car began billowing smoke from under it's hood a site Markus gapped at before jumping backwards onto the street.
"Hmm a fire breather eh ?"
He asked, readying himself for the next attack.
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Post by Maxwell Thatcher on Jun 19, 2008 11:16:11 GMT -5
Max simply shook his head at the site.
Well, no one's injured, and it IS only one car. I suppose I can let him finish before I do anything about. I'm sure that his kind aren't exactly the easiest people to educate, he thought, turning away from the window and returning to his prior engagement with the books.
Let's see... 'Shadow Clones for Dummies' will go right here, and 'The Big Blue Book of D&D Miniatures and Statuettes' will go riiiiiight here!
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Post by Markus Kine on Jun 22, 2008 16:56:25 GMT -5
Markus wielded the polearm in the air before stopping in stance and thrusting forward repeatidly, puncturing the front of the car several times, causing it to begin smoking more and the hood to pop open. Markus laughed and turned around.
"Foolish creature don't stand in my way."
Markus said looking around and noticing the store, well he did need supplies afterall, so that would be his next destination. Markus walked over opening the door.
"Needing assistance here."
He declared, putting the polearm on his back and crossing arms.
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Post by Maxwell Thatcher on Jun 22, 2008 18:42:28 GMT -5
Maxwell heard the stranger as he entered, beckoning. Thus, he rse quickly to his feet to meet the man. All he did was stand, though, hoping he would read the 'Hello, I'm Max. I cannot speak, but I will help you anyway,' button on his shirt. He wasn't entirely sure that it would work for this guy.
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Post by Markus Kine on Jun 23, 2008 4:29:39 GMT -5
Markus raised an eyebrow looking the man over head to toe then noticing and quickly reading the button.
"Hmmm, mute huh ? Well hello Max."
Markus may have been the rough and tumble kind, and certainly unused to modern society, but he wasn't a big dumb brute, that was certain.
"First of all, what do you have that's cold, sweet, but not too sweet and non-alcoholic ?"
Markus questioned.
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Post by Maxwell Thatcher on Jun 24, 2008 16:02:51 GMT -5
Max smiled as he gestured for the man to follow as he walked to the front counter. Reaching up on the shelf, he took from it a tall, green, glass bottle. It was only lemon juice. He set the bottle on the counter for a moment as he went into the back to retrieve a glass with some ice in it. He poured the lemon juice into the glass, and added some sugar as well, stirring it thoroughly and handing the finished product to the strange man.
"If you don't mind, I'll speak mentally. What I have for you is the best lemonade in the city. Go on! Tell me what you think!" he projected.
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Post by Markus Kine on Jun 25, 2008 17:28:09 GMT -5
Markus stumbled back temporarily then grinned.
"Ohhh telepathic are we ?"
He asked and shrugged before slugging back the drink, so the guy was right, was good.
"Damn fine, mister...so since we know you can talk mentaly, where am I exactly ?"
Markus asked, he had been walking for weeks and had no idea where he was or what the year was even.
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Post by Maxwell Thatcher on Jun 25, 2008 21:35:43 GMT -5
"You are in the great city of Severance," he began. "It's a very technologically advanced city, and very keen on the ancient arts, as well. As you can tell, this shop specializes in exotic magicks and items, as well as role-playing accessories. The city is known for it's interest in the past, especially of medieval times.
"There are shopping districts, broken into different sub-divisions based on the market, and residential zones as well as industrial districts at the edge of town... You're not from around here, are you?" asked the mute shopkeeper as he rang up a the price of the lemonade.
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Post by Alexander von Kramer on Jun 26, 2008 0:09:21 GMT -5
"Good day, Mr. Maxwell." rang a deep, forboding voice entering the shop, in a heavy German accent. Stepping into the shop was a man of enormous size, lumbering over seven feet tall, his mismatched red and blue eyes looking at the shop keeper. Adjusting the collar of his extremely well-made black suit, he looked over at the other man, glaring.
"Sir, I believe ve have a problem. You not only attacked a vehicle vith your veapon, but you commited jayvalking. And if I let jayvalkers get off vithout any punishment, ve next have rapers and drug lords owning Main Street, driving around in their tricked out limos, armed with machine guns and rocket launchers. I'm afraid that on behalf of the Severance Police Department, ve have to take you in to make a profile for you. If you don't cooperate, I vill eat you. And I am serious." stated the man, folding his arms. Despite not having his trusty weapon on him, Kramer felt confident he could bring the man in. Since the man was obviously not attuned to society, Kramer was going to let him off with a warning, but after taking the time to inform the man about how to behave. After all... no one wants rocket launcher toting drug lords in their cities. Vampires were bad enough.
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Post by Markus Kine on Jun 26, 2008 9:02:23 GMT -5
"Sounds interesting, and no, how'd you guess ?"
He asked with a hint of sarcasm and a grin taking a bag out from inside his shirt. As for the newcomer he would receive...the middle finger.
"I don't care for law enforcement buddy, I got my own brand of juctice...and I have a few questions, what the fuck is jaywalking, or machine guns for that matter or again a limo ?"
Markus asked, it was obvious he wasn't from this time period, even his clothes showed that, he dressed like an out of work samurai.
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Post by Alexander von Kramer on Jun 26, 2008 11:35:56 GMT -5
Instantly, Kramer responded to the main by flipping him both of his middle fingers, sternly glaring at him.
"I have those too, sir. And your own brand of justice von't accomplish much these days, especially if you don't know vhat a machine gun is. Jayvalking is vhen you valk across the street before the little sign say 'Valk'. It's to keep people from getting hit by vehicles; not that you care, obviously. And a limo is a bigger one of the things that you irrationally attacked. Now, sir, if you cooperate, I'll give you a warning, and make sure you know the basics of this world..." stated Kramer, looking down at the man in an aggrivated manner.
"...in even a vay that a zombie could understand."
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Post by Maxwell Thatcher on Jun 26, 2008 20:58:14 GMT -5
Maxwell only rolled his eyes.
"Sir, that'll be $3," projected the mute shopkeeper as he reached under the counter for his bronze helmet, which he so sophisticatedly placed atop his head. He wasn't liking how things were turning out, and the last thing he wanted was to get hut BEFORE he could do something about it. It just wouldn't be right! Especially in this, the Singing Sword! This had been the first time the store had been visited by law-enforcement for any real reason, and it quite frankly had Max pissed off.
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Post by Markus Kine on Jun 27, 2008 5:38:53 GMT -5
"You obsviously have no knowlege of beings, I'm undead but far from a zombie...I'm what you'd call a sort of resurrected one...and as for your jaywalking, I don't feel like being hurded like cattle to the beep of the almighty light from above..."
Markus smiled, placing a few gold coins on the counter, aproximatily ten or so.
"Is gold alright ?"
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