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Thread: The World's Paradox (Role-Play)




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    ooc: Thank you for such an 'elegant' entrance my love, hahaha....

    ic: As he attempted to chase the foolish young man he was quickly brought to a halt as someone draped themselves around his chest and started to sob slightly. Ogiratem brought himself to a quick halt, not wanting to drag someone off their feet, he brought his eyes down and looked at his newfound ‘friend’...she pushed her head deeply into his shoulder letting out in bursts in-between sobs, "Oh, what have I done?" ....He raised one eyebrow behind his glasses and looked down, why on earth would a human pick someone such as me to rest their tears on? He brought one hand to his front and hesitantly but softly patted her on the back....

    Deciding it was best to act dumb on the subject he lowered the tone of his voice and purred over her, "I have no idea what you have done young miss or for that matter what problems you may be encompassing, but if you have any problems I could help you with, feel free to ask?" She looked up into the glasses that he wore, he nudged them forward with his free hand and winked down at her with a fleeting smile....

    :smokin:
    A fate worse than death is to be forgotten...

    **slaps ollie, birdkiller and beefy and synthetic with the pipe from a vacuum cleaner, before unleashing his trained penguins to finish them**

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    Waking up from his drunkened sleep in "The Mountain King" Ham sat up and looked around at his surroundings, the atmosphere reeled heavily from the attempted assassination, 'King', the bartender greeted Ham with a warm glass of sobering goats' milk.

    "Ham, someone tried to kill you, I don't think this should be taken lightly, the mage's weapon has his coat of arms on it, perhaps it could help you find some answers?"
    Ham looked up and smiled, "King, my friend, last night you served me a hundred shots of 'the hard stuff', I am hung over and smelly, can't we talk about this in say, five hours time?"
    "HAM! YOU SMELLY IDIOT! HIT THE STREETS RIGHT NOW! OR ELSE I'LL KILL YOU!" Came the reply followed by the would-be assassin's flanged mage being thrown into Ham's lap. It hurt.

    So Ham hit the streets looking for answers, he wasn't happy about it, a chef of his calibur should not have degraded himself to regular legwork. It wasn't long until he stumbled upon conflict, a battle was happening at the moment, a melee consisting of ugly looking people, or at least he thought so, he had seen some of these people in the underground before, the perfect group to start asking questions.
    So with a mighty yell, Ham held up and revealed the coat of arms on the weapon, "STOP!" the combatants turned to look, "WHOSE IS THIS?".
    Ham eagerly awaited an answer.

    ooc: The group of combatants are the aggressive characters currently trying to kill each other.
    "The guerilla warrior lives like a snail, with his house on his back." - Che Guevara, Guerilla Warfare.

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    ooc: Fall to pieces??? WHAT THE HELL??? I think I'm lost =P
    Accept that some days you are the pigeon, and some days, the statue

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    "SPOON!" somebody yelled, Malakai turned to see a strange being throwing himself into the waining brawl. He was about to rejoin the fight (but carefully avoided the skeleton) when someone yelled "WHOSE IS THIS". Turning, he saw Ham standing near the edge of the battle wearing a pink? cloak similar to the dead clown nearby. Ham was groggily gesturing to a coat of arms on the sleeve of a shirt he was carrying.

    Seeing as the elf hadn't done anything Malakai decided to let Balshazar get some exercise. Balshazar was energetic after being kept in his canister for several hours and immediatly ran towards Ham, Malakai didn't think that this was such a good idea. Balshazar began to climb up Ham's leg, Ham didn't notice until he felt a tickling sensation on his knee. SPLAT!

    Malakai then said the more words than he had said for years, "you killed Balshazar!!" Malakai was mortified, nobody even looked funny at Balashazar without getting their faces rearranged and now Ham had killed him. Malakai withdrew his remaining sword and a dagger, then he charged directly at Ham. At the last moment he sheathed his weapons, decidng that Ham made too good a sushi to be dismembered and continued his charge, ready to throttle Ham's scrawny neck.

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    Giladril watched with mounting disappointment as the colossal heap of bones of a skeleton felt apart in to… an unorganised heap of bones. How dare someone steal his entertainment! After that endless trudge across that dessert when things had started to get interesting, and the jolly skeleton fails apart. It was going to take hours for it to put its self back together. Giladril rose up from his dais and moved smoothly with the patience of the ever living towards the pile of bones and armor. All ready he could make out a hand searching for a wrist but the whole process would take a while to complete.

    “I hope you know Skeleton I its your fault that happened!” the icy cold voice rang, slightly gruff from the long periods of silence.
    “But there will be enjoyment in watching, I have not seen a skeleton have to rebuild itself for a many long years, after the first few times I took to carrying off vital parts with me…”
    He had to pause for a second as he regathered his thoughts, speech could be so annoying sometimes.
    “Ahh, I know, while you work I’ll give you something to ponder on.”
    Giladril gyrated his level stare around the surrounding creatures, resting on the girl and “cute” ork for a moment.
    “Of course by all means you are aloud to give it thought as well:

    “In my forest there is a pool and in the pool there are three golden carp. One lists and swims in downward circles. Soon he lies weightless on the bottom sand, and he is relished by the water snails who also want to live as he did. On the surface and under an undulating lily pad, dart five golden babies protected by their mother carp and threatened by the hungry father carp. Two of these escape and grow to maturity and themselves make young. One of these lives to a grand old age because he has been clever in sneaking babies away from their mothers. “But”, he tells him self, “I have made the swift ones swifter.”
    Now each day for many years, a boy has lain here looking into the depths of the pool and watching the countless generations. Knowing that none have left the water of the pool, he stares into the water and asks, “How many fish are in this pool!”

    “Now the question is yours! How many fish are there in the forest pool!”

    Giladril swivelled on one heel and entered a nearby bar with its sign hanging from one corner pronouncing it “A Bar”. Inside the dim lit interior the Elf selected one of the less tatter bar stools and waited until the bartender came out from hiding with a glass of water.

    :cheers:
    …you have to smash a jar of acid inside the mixture. The acid soaks into it, and then – kablooie, I believe the term is…

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    ooc: I'll have you guys know that was SAD =P How the hell am I gonna make my character destroyable if NOW I have to make him put himself back together again? I'm blaming you Mel... :D

    ic: Nothingness ....Araduun's mind wondered whether the terrible machinations that bound him had failed at last, freeing his body and mind, releasing him...but no, he still felt the presence of the world around him. His body wasnt' destroyed, just...confused as to its present form. All he could feel was the dislocation with reality, and a strange voice uttering some madness about fish of all things...Araduun hadn't had anything to do with fish in YEARS. He focused, and felt the shifting parts of his mutilated form rearranging, an unnatural wind whipping over the enchanted armour, forming it into a tall cadavre of deep black plate.
    The decaying bones lay where they had fallen, pulled apart as they had been when the singularly odd thief had damaged their fragile magical bonds. The flames burning in the skull flickered and died, the yellowed remains faltering in their vague pull towards each other. They seemed to fade away before the eyes, melting into the soil, as a figure more disturbing than before rose above - an empty shell of armour. A helm now floated above the shoulders of the suit, a terrifying visage sculpted upon it. Araduun's thoughts burst into emotion. He hadn't felt so good since he was last alive...and look! NO BODY!!

    Scooping up his sword he ignored what pathetic fools were left in the mess and swept towards the nearby bar, following the traces of the mad stranger.
    He had an answer about the FISH....
    Accept that some days you are the pigeon, and some days, the statue

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    Ham looked on as a blatantly unattractive combatant charged towards him, Ham was confused was this man friend or foe? "Who would be cruel enough to assault a drunken chef?" he thought, and decided this man was friend and was charging in order to give hugs.

    "He won't hug me before I hug him" Ham said, launching into a fierce charge of his own, the two were meters apart before Ham phased out and reappeared behind the man and gave him a tight bear hug "hello friend!"
    The man struggled and cursed Ham, at one point he called Ham a stupid ugly *******. Ham realised this man was not friend at all.
    Ham sequentially released the man and ran and jumped onto the roof of a nearby building and yelled again; "WHOSE IS THIS!" holding the coat of arms high into the air. After a few seconds of silence, Ham threw up onto the street below, now he was feeling very sober.
    "The guerilla warrior lives like a snail, with his house on his back." - Che Guevara, Guerilla Warfare.

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    ooc: I believe the correct spelling is "cadaver" :p Can't blame me, I'm being serious. :snip: to you all *evil look*

    Adele in her sorry state straightened herself out to look into her victims face. It wasn't quite as she expected though he took an obvious keen interest in her. He looked out to her peering over his glasses winking flirtatiously.

    Her eyes hardened staring into his, "You shouldn't take advantage of my feelings. My home has been destroyed and I am left with nothing...even my... I need to search for something. Before it was destroyed did you see anything?"

    The look the half-orc, heavily disguised, gave her was foolishly over-acted as ignorance.

    "...I suppose you do know what happened. I might be naive, but I am observant and I know bad acting when I see it. In fact, did you happen to see a book, it's very dear to my heart. I would be broken to see it taken or repossessed from me. It is the only thing I have left of home." She said pleading him.

    Her look became crestfallen and she sobbed a little more. Holding the dumbfounded young man in the midst of the chaotic rage.
    "Water is shapeless...you put it in a cup, it becomes the cup. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. There can only be one thing. 'Be like water'" - Bruce Lee

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    ooc: hey I removed Araduuns Femur!! you know the thigh bone! and a couple of ribs how did you manage to collapse him from that????

    Ic: Zanath wasint enjoying himself anymore, his charge into combat and the sudden reanimation of an empty suit of armour had scattered the remaining bandits into the alleys of the town.
    He kicked halfheartedly at an unconcious fighter at his feet then looked up as someone yelled "WHOOSE IS THIS" from the top of a roof, hey it was that crazy chef and he was holding up what looked like a Molochean hand coat of arms.
    Zanath wasint sure but he thought those guys owed him money... or was it they had a contract out on his life. He couldint remember exactly but it was bound to be interesting either way, so he wandered over and yelled "ITS THEIRS" and pointed at the forboding tower over on the other side of town.
    Its sides enrusted with gargoyels and gothic arches it was as good a place as any to find the Hand, although come to think of it you might just as easily find hordes of the undead or bunny rabbits- Zanath had heard they liked to hide out in forboding towers to.
    Cleverly diguised as a responsible adult

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    ooc: Don't argue, everyone knows its just a habbit that Skeletons have, this collapsing and falling apart business. After all who really understands what goes on inside a skeletons head.

    BTW please remember i'm gone until wednesday, hense the nice cup of cold water.
    …you have to smash a jar of acid inside the mixture. The acid soaks into it, and then – kablooie, I believe the term is…

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