Love is a Rose.
is a Rose
It is beauty
Petals so soft
Vibrant and rich
but there are thorns
that can make you
It mostly consists of pork or beef meat with sauce and a side dish, the most common and liked being dumplings. Dumplings (“knedliky”) are the Czech traditional side dish made from wheat or potato flour, boiled in water as a roll and then sliced and served hot.
Other side dishes are: rice, potatoes (boiled, baked or fried).
Czech people love Svičková (read “svitch-co-va”) or Rajská (read “raiska”), a somehow interesting combination of meat with sauce and whipped cream.
Chicken, duck, turkey, fish, rabbit and lamb are also used in some very tasteful Czech dishes. A good choice can be the Guláš (read like in English, “goulash“), even though it basically belongs to traditional Hungarian cuisine.
C. Rituals: Can’t start his day without jogging before breakfast and a good way to do that is around the park closest to his apartment.
1. Marriage/Bonding: Hopes to marry Inga, his sweetheart.
3. Mourning/Funeral: Kraus has a hard time dealing with the death of others, which will be explained further as the roleplay progresses.
D. Training of Youth/Education: Riverside School, Prague, stands for quality education, values the uniqueness of individuals, and teaches mutual respect in a caring community and family atmosphere through a Christian perspective.
The school strives to set high academic standards for students. The school offers small classes, it fosters high levels of staff-student interaction, and staff are invested in the school – they encourage and challenge students to be high achievers. Riverside School celebrates learning and documents student success
The teaching staff are exceptionally dedicated, love the school and Prague, appreciate teaching small classes in a caring environment and within the Christian ethos, value student interaction, and feel a personal investment in the success of students
E. Workforce: Prague Post : When Prague Post founding Editor-in-Chief Alan Levy wrote in 1991 that “we are living in the Left Bank of the ’90s,” he captured the optimism of a new age.
In the past 20 years, much has changed, and many a late-night hospoda colloquia has convened over the relative merits of Levy’s bold claim. What is not in doubt is that Prague and Central Europe have grown a great deal since those heady 20th-century days.
Czechoslovakia no longer exists. The Czech Republic is part of NATO and the European Union. Flood waters have risen and receded, as have seemingly countless governments. One mustachioed Václav replaced another, and Škodas are in demand in Western Europe.
And while The Prague Post is two years older than the country itself, it too has changed, including a transition from a local newspaper targeting the expat community into a multimedia information source with global reach.
None of this could have been anticipated in 1991 when most Praguers were happy just to find a working pay phone. Much like the Golden City itself, The Prague Post has become thoroughly integrated in this globalized, still-young century and now counts paying subscribers in nearly 30 countries on four continents and is distributed in an array of digital formats – Web, PDF and Kindle among them. Our website is updated daily with news briefings and regular blog posts.
F. Armed Forces: Has never served in the nation’a armed forces.
Out in the hall, the canteen lady was bringing around the breakfasts for the patients, and it had been noted, that Kraus was more or less bunking in Inga’s room. Tapping on the door softly, the elderly canteen lady pushed the door open and then saw the sleeping Kraus along side his Inga. “Poor, poor thing” -she said, reaching for the breakfast tray, and bringing it in, setting it on the dinner table that was at the end of Inga’s bed. The breafast of bacon eggs, toast and tomato was hidden beneath a stainless steel dome, which she lifted off, and checked. The smell of the breakast and the fresh coffee, had Kraus stir, and he rubbed his eyes, stretching and yawning, as the canteen lady set down cutlery beside his plate. “Good Morning, Mr Zimmerman. Your breakfast is ready.”- Blinking, he took out his glasses from his pocket and set them on his head, looking first at Inga, before even bothering to check his meal. “Any change?”-the canteen lady asked hopefully. Brushing Inga’s cheek with the tips of his fingers, ever so gently, Kraus shook his head, sighing. “No…not yet. But I hope it is today. I want to hear her voice. To know, that she is alright.”- The canteen lady reached over and patted Kraus’s shoulder gently, offering. “She would know you are here…the angels smiled on her and know her place is here with you, not in heaven yet. Have faith. She will awaken soon.”- Kraus placed his hand over the woman’s and nodded in agreement, for he had to be positive, think positive. Leaving the two alone once more, Kraus dragged his chair over and rest his head alongside Inga’s massive breasts, feeling the warmth of her skin through the sheet. Maybe it was his touch, the sensation of his head resting againest her, maybe it was his smell, she was always one that was keen on smelling good. Whatever it was, Inga’s heart machine started to beat faster. This was not lost on Kraus, who raised up his head and turned to stare at it. Immediately, he hit the nurses button, as Inga’s fingers began to wiggle. She was coming around. SHE WAS WAKING UP!
Out at the nurses station, the light for Inga’s room went off, and that sent the nursing staff into a panic, and immediately, Inga’s doctor was paged to attend to her room. The sharp fast sound of running feet, as they raced to her room, only to come in and see Kraus now standing, holding Inga’s hand, as he looked down at her. “Inga…please…if you can hear me…squeeze my hand.”- The nurses ran in and checked the heart machine, in case she was going into cardiac arrest again. Slowly, Inga’s fingers wound around Kraus’s and started to squeeze, before letting go, and the fair Inga’s eyelids started to flutter. On the other side of the bed, the nurse was taking her arm, and wrapping the velcrove wrap on, to take her blood pressure, and with this happening and the increasing pressure in her arm, Inga finally opened her eyes….and the first thing she saw…was….
“Oh my GOD….what has happened to my breasts? WHY ARE THEY SO BIG!?” She was freaking out, as the massive mounds were so large, in her mind, that they simply shouldn’t be there. Then, she saw Kraus..”AGGGGHH…who are you? Where is my Noonie?….Where am I? Why do I have big boobs? Noooooniiiiiiiiiiieeeeee?”- Inga was going off the deep end as her heart machine was beeping madly. “Inga…Inga, its me, Kraus…your fiance’…you have had your breasts that size a couple of years now.”- Inga tried to sit up and tear off the heart monitor tags, and then felt the stabbing pain in her back. “AAAGGGGGHHH…NOOONIE!”- Kraus fell back, as the nursing team came in and another injected her with a sedative, that would see Inga calm and then fall asleep in seconds. Kraus was clutching the Hello Kitty plushie, tears running down his face. She didn’t remember him….She didn’t remember her boobs….It was his worst nightmare. <3>
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Have you had some spam that left you scratching your head?
Guest_ClothoAevum: The ted looking creature smiled as Slappy sat down, raising a fist casually to his forehead in the customary salute of the line of Eld, which is a line that Slappy actually didn’t come from, but he was still too dazed it seemed to notice. “Long days and pleasant nights to you my boy. How are ya? We have much to discuss.” the temper of the one sitting to his right was putting him slightly on edge, but he wasn’t too concerned about it at the moment. He looked back down to the beach and nodded to the pale woman approaching. “hile Daneeka, Come join us.”
KaljadaWintersun: -A man called a name that to her for this moment in time seemed to mean nothing. Was it of another? She searched her mind, as the name played over and over, till the voice began to that of a deep Russian accent, one that she had not heard in a very long time. Taking tentative steps, she approached the porch, stepping up the timber steps, her boots clacking against the wood, moving with a cat like grace, her clawed hands reaching for the back of an outdoor chair, and lowering herself in as she stared at each man in turn. “Daneeka…why do you seek her?” -a question which she asked, for she knew that from a time before this, that is who she was-
Slappykinkaid: Slappy’s mind was racing trying to figure out just what the hell was going on. “Ted? Is that really you? Fuck I haven’t seen you in ages. Um… Why…. Where… How…. Uh….. WHAT?” He stammered. He barely noticed the woman sitting down next to him. “Im confused. Really fuckin confused”
Guest_AtroposMortis: The man in the suit just sat staring forward, not even acknowledging the new arrivals It wasn’t just these that he was angry with, but the goddam writer, who shall remain nameless, & especially that last bumbling imbicile of the line of Eld who cant seem to get his shit together and keeps re-running the same god dam cycle over and over again while the last 2 remaining beams holding the Tower eroded away
Guest_ClothoAevum: The man who Slappy greeted as ted, was also called Clotho in another encounter not far from here looked at Slappy. “Nay friend, I am not Ted, I am merely taking his form so that to avoid frieghtening you. I..we I guess you could say are the voice of the Dark Tower, custodians and guardians of it. And we must come to you seeking aid and succor. Time is growing short and it would seem that Roland of Gilead is not able to break the cycle of repitition and truley redeem himself, or at least may not before all falls.” He then looked over to the woman. “And Daneeka, your forgettfulness blinds you. You know who we are and why you are here.”
KaljadaWintersun: “My forgetfulness is understandable for all I have been through of late” -she said, folding her arms, a sign that she was putting up defences, for she was still uneasy in this form. “My life took a twist which means I appear here before you, looking as I do.” Her crystaline eyes gazed at the man known as Ciotho, distrust in her eyes- “No one had called me Daneeka in the longest of times, so you must forgive my surprise. You mention the Dark Tower, and that you are the custodians of it, why do you seek my aid now…after all these years?”- her lips pursed and became thin, no emotion on her face-
Slappykinkaid: Slappys head cleared some hearing the man speak. “No, not Ted… Of course not, The Tower hasnt been a concern of mine for many years though. I mean Roland was winthin a days walk of reaching it when we parted company with him. Surely he reached it and made it to the top. What was there left to do?” Looking to the woman, he commented “You looked different last time I saw you.”
Guest_AtroposMortis: The man in the suit, we will just call him No. 2 inhaled a deep breath with a grim look of irritation on his face. “We seek aid from him because he was Ka-tet with Deschain and at least has enough knowledge of these things to not fuck things up. Plus it is part of his KA. As it is yours.” he said in a even but strained tone. “But you more so because you… Owe…. BIG…” He turned his face to the woman. “You heartless, self absorbed, greedy fuck. Its people like you who just speed the process along. People who only care about what they can get for themselves, who cares who suffors for it.” He rose to his feet amd was upon her, standing before her in a flash. “YOU ARE GOING TO DO YOUR PART TO REDEEM YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE GODS DAMN YOU! WHEN THE TIME CAME FOR HIM… ” His pointing finger shot out at Slappy. “& THE REST OF HIS TET TO RAID THE DEVAR TOI, (Algul Siento), THE PLAN WAS ORIGIONALLY TO LAY WASTE TO ALL THERE! LOW MEN, TAHEEN AND BREAKERS LIKE YOURSELF ALIKE. ITS ONLY BECAUSE OF THE GUY WHO HE…” Jerking his thumb at the Ted creature, lets call him No. 1, “RESEMBLES & A FEW OTHERS WHO I KNOW YOU WELL REMEMBER THAT YOU ALL WERE SPARED!!! THEY SET YOU FREE INSTEAD OF SNUFFING YOU OUT, DESPITE THE FACT THAT YOU WENT ALONG WITH THEIR AGENDA WILLINGLY ENOUGH, DESPITE BEING “PRISONERS” THERE! & HOW DO YOU REPAY THEIR MERCY? BY LIVING A LIFE OF MURDEROUS, SELF ABSORBED CONSUMPTION & WASTE!!! JUSTIFY YOUR LIFE CULLY!!!!! TELL ME I BEG! WHAT JUSTIFICATION IS THERE FOR NOT JUST ENDING YOUR WORTHLESS EXISTENCE RIGHT THEN AND THERE?” He was so furious he was shrieking at the woman, his eyes blazed with fury as he screamed down into her face.
Guest_ClothoAevum: No 1 reached out a steadying hand to No 2 and motioned for him to sit down and calm himself. “Now now friend, there is no need for such outrage, we can all discuss these matters in a civilized manner yes?” He turned his attention to the woman. “He is right though, you have caused considerable harm whether you meant to or not. And sadly we must now confront this matter.”
KaljadaWintersun: -The man in the suit, who rose from his chair, a look of hell fire and brimstone, as his veins stood out on his neck. He started out speaking in a normal tone, but all of a sudden as if gripped by the very rage that was consuming his soul, he tore into Kaljada, or Deneeka with all he was worth, his hot breath right in her face, which she neither showed any emotion. This may well have spurned on the onslaught of vicious insults, which were a barrage including cussing. How she should be thankful and yet she has let herself be tempted by greed, violence, murderous ways, sins of the flesh, and a tyranous nature. To him she was not worth to even be spat upon, lower than the dirt beneath his boots. Silence from her as the second man rose, trying to calm the man in the suit, and it was then that she would speak. “You may not care nor wonder why I sit before you in this form, but let me tell you, I have paid the ultimate price for my sins, so don’t you dare speak of me in such an insolence tone”- she rose slowly, her clawed hands gripping the armrests, as she pushed up to standing, at over six foot in height, her crystaline orbs locking onto the man in the suit. “You can’t do what has already been done. I stared into the eyes of satan himself and he laughed in my face. Existance is but the now, and will not be the forever….*she looked at the man whom had tried to settle him*…death is but a beginning….I will welcome it with open arms and nestle to the bosom of my new mother”-
Slappykinkaid: Slappy was a bit taken aback by the sudden outburst of Mr suit man, (No 2) but did to a degree understand his anger. He had read Daneeka’s files. She left quite a trail behind her. She was not his concern though, he already had enough headache on his plate, but yes he supposed that part of the mess he was tasked with cleaning up in Lisegia, was due to Daneekas antics. He wasn’t nearly as irate though, just tired. He turned his attention back to No 1 and repeated his question. “You never answered me, didn’t Roland complete his quest? Isnt our obligation to the tower fulfilled with him finishing there?”
Guest_AtroposMortis: No 2 looked Daneeka squarely in the eyes as she stood and spoke. “I care not if you suffered from your poor choices. & What I say is not insolence and you know it. You have lived a selfish, trite and hollow life and because of it, many have suffered, even those not directly involved. You may have suffered loss for your errors, but you must face the reality that your own suffering, just like the suffering you cause was YOUR doing. Take responsibility for your crimes, Stop being so self absorbed & start thinking about the effects your actions have on the universes around you. Oh and by the way, Death is not always a beginning. In some worlds, amd on some levels of the Tower, death is FINAL. And if the Tower falls, There is nothing to welcome.” With that he sat back down and grimly looked back out over the soft ripples of sand on the beach, and at the sunset out where the sea and the horizon met
KaljadaWintersun: -A flash of anger that would burst into words- “I DID WHAT WAS ASKED OF ME!”- her voice changing, menacing as though the creature whom she was now was possessed by the devil himself. “My actions were to bring about the greatness of the clan, and I did my job well. Had it not been for that BITCH Doctor Greer, I would not be as you see me today…but in my apartment overlooking Lorewall, that was my town. You say death is not a beginning, and that if the tower falls that, death is final….final for you maybe”- she turned away and then walked out to the shore line as the waves broke on the sand. Though she was Etherician in this embodiment there was the memories left behind Daneeka/Natasha. A hollowed scream that would scatter the gulls, only to be drowned out by the crashing of another wave. Forever it seemed she must face those who hate her for her crimes, no matter what she was or who. The second man did approach, offering his words that Natasha forgive the man who had verbally spat at her. “You ask what I remember…*her eyes reflecting the blue of the sea*…the true nature of the universe is that it is nothing but a black hole which will eventually claim all of us, as time grows short” – a lone gull would cry as it flew overhead-
Slappykinkaid: Slappy watched Daneeka respond to the more irate of the 2 strangers, He understood her frustration as well as his, but he did remember all too well what he had seen during his travels along the path of the Beam. He felt a degree of respect for Daneekas ambition for success, but pitted her blindness. Had she been aware of the futility of her “clans” endeavours and how small they as well as both their worlds were in the grand scheme of things, she would have understood. He looked back to No 1 & nodded. “Yes I would like to know what happened.”
Guest_ClothoAevum: NO 1 nodded. “Very well then.” He gestured his hand towards the fire pit. Above it a scene played out of Slappy and Jules, (the character Jules), walking through the Ironwood door that Patrick Danville drew into existance, then as it shut behind them, the gun slinger, (Roland of the Eld that is), sat with his head in his hands before the door that would never again open onto the world his remaining members of his Ka-Tet left to. Oy lay nearby with his muzzle lying on his paws, still morose from the loss of the boy, Jake, he was so close to. Oy who would soon reach the clearing at end of his own path. He saw Roland and Patrick reach the field of Roses surrounding the Tower called Kan Ka No Rey, each one a physical manifestation of other worlds. They saw him battle and defeat the Crimson King from where he stood imprisoned on a balcony in the side of the Tower, (c)
Guest_ClothoAevum: They saw Roland approach the door to the Tower, and watched him enter. They saw him ascend the Tower that he had travelled so many miles to reach, and had sacrificed so much, spent so many decades working towards this one obsession of reaching the Tower and ascending to its top. When he finally reached his goal at the Top of the Tower, he found a door with his name writ upon it. & after so many years, and so many miles, and after so much sacrifice, toil and loss, finally reaching the goal of his life, he opened the door. What they saw on the other side of that door shocked them as much as it did the gun slinger. Upon opening the door, he came to the horrifying realization that this was not the 1st time he had reached the tower. Not by a long shot. They all watched in horror as Roland Deschain of the line of Eld was pulled through the door to the middle of the Mohine desert, just shortly after he left the town of Tull, as he chased after the man in Black, Walter o Dim, beginning yet another circuit in a continual loop of his quest, still once again many miles and years from reaching the Tower.
Slappykinkaid: Looking over to Daneeka. he drew her attention from the waters edge and to the fire. “Daneeka. perhaps you simply don’t understand,” the image changed to the tower rotating as the axis on which a multitude of universes rotated on. some of these were keystone worlds, like the one the Tower stood in for example, others were not. “Daneeka, the tower is a physical manifestation of all existance. All the planets of all the universes are held on its axis. That is why it is so crucial. If it should fall, then all that exists, including you and whatever world you & your “clan” inhabit, will be plunged into the chaotic darkness of the primordial void.”
KaljadaWintersun: -She walked back from the water’s edge, and shakes her head- “If I knew that that be the case, do you think I would be acting as I do…*she sighs*…then how is it that but a few can stop the tower from falling?” -She truly couldn’t fathom how it would be possible to achieve such a feat, and besides, all would need to be united in this task and so far that didn’t seem to be what was happening.
Slappykinkaid: Slappy sat in shock seeing what happened. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” He blurted out. “So he ended up going backwards to just shortly after I met him & keeps doing it all over again over & over again? & Just what in the blue fuck am I supposed to do? I’m not some kind of magician or superhero or anything. So you tell me just what the hell am I supposed to do? Oh and by the way, whose going to take care of all the other stuff that I still dont have enough time in the day to handle?”
Guest_AtroposMortis: Ni 2 was getting annoyed again, “Just what the hell did you think it was you and the other Breakers were doing at the Devar Toi Daneeka? What did you think would happen once the beam you were wearing away at snapped? There would be some big party with cake?”
KaljadaWintersun: “A cheesecake at the very least…..and turning on me is not going to do you any favours….trust me, when I say, if I could change what happened, don’t you think I would have?”- She felt like she was getting nowhere at all with this. A lone gull continued to cry as it flew over head, the waves still pounding against the sand….like a tape recording the same thing over and over, repetition to infinity….was that was this was…she started to wonder.-
Guest_ClothoAevum: No 1 simply calmly nodded and told her. “of course you didnt know, most people cant see past their own noses, but you should have known better. After your time at the Devar Toi, you should have known better. The very beam that you were wearing away at is one of only 2 of the original 6 that supported the tower. & now we must find a way to reverse the damage.”
Slappykinkaid: Slappy looked back at No 1 “So just how am I supposed to reverse this? I really would be interested to hear this. Seriously.” He was trying to sound amused, but he was feeling even more tired than ever.
Guest_ClothoAevum: “Honestly there may be no hope for reversing the damage. But somehow the cycle must break. The remaining 2 beams must be kept safe. If they are preserved then all may yet be well for aeons to come. But there were still 4 intact when he began his quest. & even though time may reset for him, it moves on for the rest of us. That is why it has grown soft.”
KaljadaWintersun: ‘Then someone tell us how to keep the final two intact….not have us sit here arguing about who was bad or who killed who. The past is done, for us it cannot be changed. The cycle of my ways ended at the conversion with the liquid ethra, and what you see before you, is how I shall remain till the end of my existence on this god forsaken earth”- she went up to the man in the suit- “Tell us…tell us now what you wish seen done…and maybe, just maybe if we work together…we can do this”- she would remain unmoving till he answered her-
Guest_AtroposMortis: No 2 was still annoyed with the woman’s demeanour “Stow the attitude child because the reason we are “arguing” about who did what is because, although you may have ruined yourself from your own mistakes, it seems you have yet to learn the folly of your own self serving outlook. You have caused significant damage to us and in doing so, to all of existence. Maybe instead of getting defensive with this self righteous “whats gode is done” attitude, you should face your atrocities Apologize and start understanding that as long as you live for your own interests, you will gain nothing but failure and eventually your own undoing, as you have already found. Maybe once you understand that you might have some hope of redeeming yourself. As for what you can do, that is simple. You continue as normal for now, you will know what you need to do when the time comes. Same as hippy dippy tattoo boy there. YOU however might want to keep a low profile though because it seems that your previous talents as a breaker are back in demand and there have been agents of the red sniffing around to track down former breakers. Mayhap they intend to re-open operations ar the Devar Toi, or maybe position themselves elsewhere along the path of the 2 remaining means.” & then he smirks a little. “Oh and as far as you remaining the way you are, that CAN be easily remedied”
KaljadaWintersun: -Daneeka/Kaljada was not one to normally sit still and be turned on as though she was some lecherous evil doer, who would never change her ways, no matter the colour of her skin, or race. No 1 continued to remind her of her failings in her past life, her weakness to do evil onto others, and that she must repent for what she has done, to make up for just some of the damage that she had inflicted on so many in her young life. Refusing to be drawn out and baited yet again by No 1, she simply sat down and folded her arms, eyes of crystalline staring directly at him, for though he had a point, she realised that he needed her as much as the other men. There was to be not second chances, the dark tower would fall if the beams were not preserved and supported. “I think it would be wise of me to say that I have learned from the past, tis why I am presented to you as I am now. And I seek the redemption to ensure the dark tower stands true, but you men, that is up to you whether or not you believe in me.” -she then releases her arms and holds the arms of the chair as she remains emotionless. “I will join you all to see to the success of this endeavour….for the sake of all…not just myself”
Guest_ClothoAevum: No 1 nodded, “I am certain you have, we just want to ensure that you understand the gravity of this matter. You must return to Lorewall, as there are some who you must meet with there as well. When you both awake, you will feel well rested, but will not remember this shortly after. But you will remember enough to fulfil your tasks.”
Slappykinkaid: Slappy suddenly felt like he was being almost sucked down into his chair as he dropped from this dream scape, or this level of the Tower, or whatever it was. The quiet little New England beach setting in autumn seemed to rip open around him and he felt like he was falling. The last thing he remembered before awaking back in his own bed was the faint discordant sound of chimes.
KaljadaWintersun: -Kaljada eases back into the chair, as the words of the men around her suddenly start to meld with that of the crashing of the waves upon the sand, the lone gull calling overhead is heard over and over till eventually her eyes close, and she is back in her bed in the Embassy in Loch Solitude, her faithful snow pup Freki at her feet. She rolls over and continues to sleep…but outside her window a white snowy owl hoots.-
NatashaNarishnakov: -The eerie stillness of the air, caught Natasha off guard, as she entered the big top tent. Guns drawn and aimed straight ahead, she had reason to believe that the one known as the “Puppet Master” would be found in this abandoned Circus, but….was it really abandoned?…Her question would be answered, as from out of the darkness, a light, a spot light, shone down with such intensity, it made Natasha look away briefly, only to revert her gaze and be confronted with a man. A man wearing nothing but white clothes, from his head to his shoes, his bowler hat, blonde hair, why, even his face was painted white, to match in with the rest of him. Cherry red lips shone out, bright as he would offer a large smile, and in his British accent, bid her welcome. She blinked, but then it was when she realised, they were not alone. the tent was filled with…puppets, of all shapes, sizes, and colours, wooden eyes, painted, and metallic, all staring at her. She actually spun slowly, her mouth opening, her guns still aimed true. With her blood tenticles still up like swimming sea serpents, her unease was clearly evident. The skeleton at the bottom of the broken stairs, that lay across the middle of the arena she would step over as the owner came closer and she did not speak. What words she was thinking were not of greeting, but more like words your mother would wash your mouth out with soap for. Natasha held her ground, even though, her nature was telling her to open fire. Finally, she spoke in her native tongue “Приветствую …. я считать, вы Puppet Master “? (translation: Greetings, I take it you are the Puppet Master?”)
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The British bloke with place one hand behind his back as he begun to spin his cane as he walked around and seemingly pondering upon her words.-(?) Puppet master? puppet master? are you sure you got the right circus? -Noting the tentacles moving strangely and that they are connected to her in a manner of speaking, the British bloke would continue pondering, spinning that cane until he came full circle around her before sitting back at the broken steps and staring at her before taking out a newspaper from his back pocket. He would open up the newspaper and begun to read it out loud (?) Ahh yes Lady Ophelia la femme araignée such a beauty . I should have gotten tickets when she was still around. Oh you still here what are you waiting for? or do you think that the puppet master is me? -The British bloke would put the newspaper down on the stairs as he waited for he next move-
NatashaNarishnakov: -The British man was either incredibly brave, or totally daft, to walk around an armed Aniplas, in the manner in which he did. He quizzed her as to whether she had the right place, but by all accounts, the fact that the tent was absolutely filled with the damn things, of all shapes and sizes, she was pretty sure she was in exactly the right place. Perhaps this was some sort of game to him. Natasha enjoyed games, very much, her favourite was of playing cat and mouse with Doctor Greer, and so far, in that game, she was winning. Natasha hesitated, lowering her arms slowly when she witnessed the man, casually take a seat, and start to read the newspaper. (Natasha)”Yez I amz ztill ‘ere…I vaz zent do findz zhe Puppetz Mazter. And…*she would gesture to all the many puppets with a wave of her right hand, which still held one of her Walter PPK’s*…lookz atz all dhe puppetz. Zo…if you notz be dhe puppetz mazterz…vhere canz I vindz ‘im?”
XXDefelXX: * Cautiously entering the enormous closed canopy her eyes shift from left to right, growing wider with each paced rotation of her awed gaze. She continues to trail the worn path from the road as it bent around the lighted tent and stares towards a ticked stand. Lifting her head with a subtle lean, she flashes the shadowed figure behind the booth a short smile. Thrusting her right hand into the side pocket of her striped attire she rummages her hand around the sunken depths of fabric * ah ha * Her smile stretches further across her ebony, pencil thin lips as she proudly retrieves and presents a crumpled, rectangular parchment , a representation of foreign currency, she takes a another advancing step towards the shadowed ticket booth. An odd emotion begins to swell in her mind as she clenches both eyes shut for a mere second, her eyelids holding their closed grasp for a second more the a standard blink, but also releases the shroud of her sight in quickly to take another look at the sales area, unsure of her own senses as she begins to mumble under her breath * I could swear there was a person standing here * her smile beginning to decay from her face as she rolls a shrug off her shoulders, accounting the mistake in vision to 12 mile walk to the circus and fatigue, she continues past thee squared stand, shoving her hand back into her pocket to release paper form of money. Giving her right side a light pat she continues to make her way up the short isle towards the first, bench seating of the circular bleachers , keeping a lowered eye for the nearest seat , accented tone hits her ears as if an alarm had instantly begun to blare a warning in her head. * I knew this was a bad idea, *She takes a step back as her resumes a standard posture , taking a panned evaluation of the seemingly quiet playgrounds, her sight becomes fixed on the Blonde female standing several feet from her. Broken takes another step backwards, settling to take a different seat in a shadowed end of the rounded tent. Tipping her chin up, her vision blurred but her ears remain keenly perked to any sudden movements, knowing she had heard that voice before her brain begins to rack itself in a mental evaluation *” I know, I know that voice* she speaks to herself in a whisper, knowing she had heard the pronounced accent before, but could not exactly place where, or more importantly …who. Lacing her arms across her chest a single time, she conceded to watch the female speak to another figure that still was unclear as the tall female was standing directly in front of any vantage point she would have to view the second silliohette, waiting a few seconds she opens her mouth to speak as the sudden realization of her surroundings began to blare obvious inconsistencies to what she had expected . Broken began slowly release her crossed arms nervously , knowing that her unsettles nerves were becoming crystal clear in her body language , her mind still racing with multiple questions regarding the certain confusion she was now apart off, still quizzical as she looks for active animals, clowns or even the buttered smell of fresh popped corn, these details had been assumed standard of any circus,in her mind, leaving her with a certain quizzical caution as she inadvertently speaks her thoughts aloud in a soft whisper * Is this circus abandoned or have I yet to see the actual attraction * her eyes quickly pan the circled tent again as she resumes her indirect stare toward the tall female as she attempts to hear her words in effort to making sense of this strange, quiet playgrounds.* *
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The British bloke listened to her words and when her the word zent and her whole dialect as he thought to himself “Seriously is that how they talk nowadays….my my my I should really go to the schools and teach them young lings the proper way to speak the language. Oh that’s not my cup of tea at all didn’t she say sent…oh yes she did hmm no time to dilly-dally” The British bloke would first stand up before brushing off the dirt from his clothes and straightening up his clothes before tilting his head up and laughing out to the world as his laughter echoed through out the tent-(?) Yee ha ha ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha. My my lassy why is such an elegant beauty like yourself even looking for the demented psychotic twisted evil bloke like myself? -The British bloke was indeed the rumoured puppet master the man so many of the criminal underworld had feared but all the stories about him ended with no description and always with the blood-
NatashaNarishnakov: -His laughter would fill the tent, the eyes of many of his puppets continued to watch her. How truly errie this whole setting would be. The British chap would then pose the question as to why she would be sent to look for the Puppet Master, who in his own words, described as a demented psychotic, and twisted evil bloke. She rammed her left handed gun back into its holster, then extracted a cigarette from behind her ear, and placed it between her full crimson stained lips. Her breath exhaling would fuel the tip, causing it to glow, as she drew back the delicious smoke into her body. Holding it a moment she then withdrew the cigarette and blew a smoke ring high up. “Becauze I amz zhe onlyz crazy azz mutherz fuckaz in dhe vholez of Nemaeus that vaz villing do come vindz you.” -She was on guard, but she was not going to give him the satisfaction that he rattled her slightly-“Dhe Mazterz of dhe Fuyu no arishi, ‘e zent me” -She refused to take her eyes off him, in case he was going to try any funny stuff, while she was still armed and not in the least bit trusting-
XXDefelXX: -she holds her posture still, Taking a broken gasp of air, every fibre of muscle tenses in unison with her physical reaction to only speech, her mind begs her to rise to her feet and be on her way , yet her will stands deviant of any pure logic, abandoning all reason for satisfaction as curiosity tears at her self control as her lungs burn from held momentary stall in her rhythmic cycle of breathing , she grins, her mind now accepting of the defiance with little recourse as she bravely leans forward to get a better view, and at the same time exposing her full form to the other two identified occupants *
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The British bloke would look at her as she was so calm for some reason maybe she didn’t hear the tales but then again he isn’t that well known so maybe its about time to test her as he thought to himself- (Puppet master) You are not afraid hmm maybe I am losing my touch. Should have hired that artist what was his name…..uhh Rob something a bit late for that. Seriously aren’t you going to shoot me even a little or are you the type that won’t attack until someone shoots at you? maybe I have grown to old for this…. How do you plan to get me back to the Fuyu no arashi clan? You are going to convince me? -The British bloke would stare at Natasha before continuing to spin his cane waiting for some sort of reason or convincing meaning or something that might convince him-
NatashaNarishnakov: -She twirled her gun, and then pointed it to one of the puppets to the left of her and she opened fire- ~BANG!~ -blasting the head clear off the puppet. She then tilted her head left and right- “Dheyz neverz zaidz anythingz aboutz killingz you. Zo…I zuppoze I amz zuppozt do dragz you back to Lorewallz.” -she then thought for a moment. “Okayz. I azk youz nicezly. Youz come bazk vith me, now….OR….I zhoot all dhe puppetz”- She then smiled brightly and waited for him to respond-
XXDefelXX: *chin as her w* her eyes burst to double their size as shards of porcelain and and patches of cotton and fabrics flew upstarts in the air immediately trailed by a thin wisp of smoke as it made it winded pattern upwards, her eyes held fixed to the headless doll with a slow exhale as the instant the shot rang, a single word blared in her head * “Natasha” her splintered stare begins to shift as her features dull and lose expression, her eyes slowly sway back to the two, releasing a single chuckle and her current thought * I wonder which one is the “Bad Guy” , chuckling again at the as she lifted her ebony upper lip in a smirk at the entire notion. Her Slender hand press her leather skin to her bare thighs , sliding her right hand lust an inch to the side , grazing her bare palm over the cold steel of her blades, she lets out another quiet gasp, quickly retracting her limb knowing that such a pompous act would only secure a false sence of security, he finalizes her discomfort with her hands supporting her chin and her elbows pinned to her knew aider her in the subtle lean forward *
AsayuAnnavianna: The sound of her boots was barely audible as she walked past the forest seeing lights in the distance. Her colourless eyes looked out upon the strange carnival or so it had seamed she had happened upon. Her psionics already kicked in causing the soft silver hair to lift slightly from her shoulders. Her physical sight was gone but that was in no means to say the woman couldn’t see. Her lithe body rose only to the short height of only five foot three inches.Her fingers reached back and touched the hilt of the rather large and almost seemingly rusty looking sword. Though those who knew her this was one of her most prized possession. The fabled Dracoslicer appeared the massive blade that it was held a one micron thick edge that would rend most metals to ribbons in a single swipe though it would only deal normal damage to Mithril or Adamantine or any other metals that held magical properties the reason for such a sharp and glinting blade being that it was forged of ancient Draconian magic’s while in the fires of the platinum dragon court in ages past. Her other weapons consisting of twin daggers that were strapped to her forearms which had seemingly went silent for now, the sentient blades almost always bickering over who was the strongest of them even though they were equal in strength. A silver knife with a serrated and diamond edged blade being the only other weapon on her body though that was all she would need, the knife being perfectly balanced for throwing if she needed to do that even though she could still use it like any normal combat knife…it had taken her years to forge it and now it was encased in a pure obsidian sheath. The sheath resting on the outward facing side of her right combat boot having been held in place by three two inch wide by two inch thick straps of leather, the boots themselves having steel encased toes that she had forged herself to protect her feet from being broken…the well oiled leather bending with her every move as though it didn’t even exist. The skin tight dark green leather armour she wore left little to the imagination to the curvature of her body. Most would think going into battle in only leather armour would be a bit crazy. Though Asayu never claimed to be sane. She tilted her head to the left and right as she rolled her shoulders popping the top vertebra in her back. She walked to the edge and simply smiled as her blind eyes took in more then they should have been able to see. She made no move to enter the strange place as she stood in silence at the entrance placing her hands on her hips wonder where the hell she had ended up.
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -As the puppet head blow of its body, the puppet master didn’t even blink in fact he didn’t show any sadness or anger but instead his face showed a hint of confusion before he closed his eyes and shook his head at her. As he reopened his eyes before letting out a yawn-(Puppet master) YAWN Thats it? That’s all you can do? Shoot puppets….not the first person who tried that and for heavens sake you are not going to be the last. Here let me help you, why not use something from the advance team? -He would walk to the side of Natasha as the spot light followed him to an area of the hippodrome where a lever just stood there. He would yank on the lever as a number of guns started falling down onto a few feet away from the lever. Many guns for example pistols like the Desert eagle, the Colt M191 and the Glock from shotguns like the Remington Model 870, the Winchester Model 1887/1901 and the SPAS-12, from machine guns to both assault rifles to sub machine guns like for example the uzi, the ak-47, ak-74, the M-16, the MP5 and the IMI Galil and various more guns that would fall to form a some what small hill. He picks up an uzi and tosses it to her feet before twirling around as if he was pointing to every puppet in the audience-(Puppet master) Come shoot shoot shoot until your heart is satisfied or until your bullets run or when you finally realize that it is futile and pointless. -The British bloke would then place his cane to his side before just leaning on the cane and waiting with that large grin on his face. At the same time waiting to see what is her next course of action or rather what can he do to taunt her to action-
NatashaNarishnakov : -The reaction was not exactly as she had hoped, for her thought perhaps he was some sort of mad collector, and that to blast the head off the doll, may get some sort of reaction, but barely a titter, no, anger, just a simple shake of the head. No no no. So that was not going to work. But he yawned. No one yawns in front of Natasha. She is NATASHA. Deserves a bit more than that. The puppet master would of course, do something so bizarre that it simply had her speechless, which is saying a bit for her. He pulled some sort of lever, which would release a torrent of weapons, some that she had never seen before, and she was a professional with the KGB. There was the Desert eagle, the Colt M191 and the Glock from shotguns like the Remington Model 870, the Winchester Model 1887/1901 and the SPAS-12, from machine guns to both assault rifles to sub machine guns like for example the uzi, the ak-47, ak-74, the M-16, the MP5 and the IMI Galil and various more guns. Ok this was getting ridiculous, for it was forming a small mound. “Vhatz are you…a vone man militia?”-she picked up the uzi and studied it. She then pointed it at another puppet, and it just sat there, and she could now see the futility in shooting them to get him to do what she wanted. Natasha lowered the weapon, and looked back at the Puppet maker. She then noticed the cane he was holding, with the shrunken head inside the orb. Now he seemed awfully fond of it, with the way in which he handled it. “Zo…I can zee dhat dhe puppetz do notz meanz much. Hmmz. I gotz questionz vor you. Vhy you in dhiz dumpz of a circuz?….Why notz live in dhe zity, eh?” -she was still holding onto the uzi, and tapped her foot twice-
XXDefelXX: *Broken slowly shakes her head as she begins to rise to her feet, sliding her knees to a stand , she moved with a dire intent to be remain unnoticed by the pair a of armed enemies. She carefully back peddles down the same isle she make her entrance as she continues her silent retreat. Once out of sight from the dueling pair and shielded by the bleachers , her swooning , glass splintered stare immediately intensifies, as her strong will is beaming a glossed reflection of the ticket booth, in that moment she began to run from the row of seats , not daring to look back as her speed began to excelerate, her mind pushing her to run fast and faster, rapidly approaching the exit which also coupled an the entrance at a good stride, strands of black hair split in several locks of black hair lay across her face ,, squinting she desidesto dismiss the exit entirely, not bothering to angle the twenty feet to the gate , she steams directly forward , ramming her body through the old wooden fence with ease, the impact of the rotted barrier failed to slow her , yet made her will stronger, causing her to yet increase her rate of speed. as her form begins to gain some distance she yearns at the temptation to look back, yet this decision her logic would prevail, as she reminded herself that her brash and fearful act of running down the fence most likely alerted the couple that she was present for the first time. With that in mind , she just runs till she finally collapsed some seven miles away*
AsayuAnnavianna: She blinked slightly as she heard some sort of commotion coming from inside. Her silver hair flickered slightly as she leaned in closer to try to see what was going on. Her ears twitched slightly much like a cats would as she tired to hear what was going on inside. Her nose wrinkled up as her brow furrowed for a moment. She blinked slightly as saw someone running out of the big tent. Her eyes went wide a bit as she watched the female run right past her crashing threw the fence. A look of completely worry crossed her face as she turned back to the carnival shook her head and turned around heading back into the woods. Mumbling to herself. “Screw this.. to weird for me.”
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The British bloke would crouch down towards the guns turning his back to her as he started screeching through the small pile picking up a Glock before standing up and showing the gun to her not even pointing the gun at her- (Puppet master) This Glock here was owned by a government agent of Nemaeus,Jimmy Ortuga I think his name was… he was searching to find out about me…Too bad no one will ever know about me as he tried to catch a peek of my folder, I managed to obtain so much about him. His friends, his family, his parent and even his little kids…All I had to do to lure him to me was hurt his closet friend I can still hear his friends neck snap. When he came here I enjoyed his last breathing moment before snapping his neck with my bare hands…pity his family will never know what happen to him or even remember him. Poor old Jimmy in a way I killed him twice….so how about this gun? no not enough bullets. -He throws the Glock back into the pile before picking up an AK-74 with a special silencer attachment, he turned again and present the gun to Natasha not even pointing the gun at her while noticing the fleeing person he really didn’t care one day he might actually care enough to get rid of the spying eye but at the moment his attention is entirely on Natasha-(Puppet master) How about this gun? Used to belong to a man who said he was some famous bounty hunter or assassin really didn’t care which he is. But he claimed he can get my head unfortunate for him, he was never silent neither was his gun and I had high hopes that this one to give me a proper fight. But still the look in his eyes on those glorious eyes filled with anger and hate turned to fear and without a hint of hope before the eventual snap. -He threw the gun back into the pile as he skipped and hopped around the gun pile-(Puppet master) Oh the adrenaline, the tingling sensation oh such enjoyment such a thrill. -He would then scoop up a pile of guns before simply letting them drop to the floor- (Puppet master) You know what all the owners of these guns have in common…..One they shoot at my puppets and two they all died by my hands. -He looked at her when she asked those questions of hers-(Puppet master) Maybe I am…..hmmm why live here and not in the city? can’t you see it little girl…. the life….. the existence……the world. If you still don’t understand let me show you -At that instant he would lift up his cane the one with the shruken skull in an orb. As he showed her that his hand was open and the cane was literally floating in thin air before it start to spin as he put his open hand out. The cane would start to spin a few inches a way from the open palm of his hand, while it spin and spin the British bloke was slowly walking towards her-
NatashaNarishnakov: -As the puppet master would show each and every gun off, in that pile the story he was telling was becoming repetitive Assassin’s come with guns, to kill or to find out about him, they shoot the puppets, and they die, hence the big gun collection. She rammed her second gun back into its sheath, as her eyes continued to follow his movements, very carefully. So, he kills with his hands, and breaks people’s necks? A darkness crept over her features, as blood spikes rocketed out of her knuckles over fifteen inches long and her blood tentacles grew in length. Her elongated fangs began to descend, coated in the corrupt dna of her blood type. He swirled his cane with the orb of the shrunken head, and it would start to spin a few inches from the open palm of his hand. She drew back her right foot, pressing down on the ball, with her left knee bending slightly. Blood wings rocketed out of her back, fanning out in a majestic display of raw power. She didn’t trust him in the slightest, and a low growl escaped from parted lips, as spheres of flame appeared at the ends of her closed fists. She drew back her right arm, elbow bent. Eyes bleeding the swirling aniplas blood as she went feral. Her blonde hair blowing about her face, as she chanted in a thick accent-“I amz no girl….I amz VOMAN”….I amz no girl…I amz VOMAN!”
SothisRaWintersunII: Normally Cinder’s collar could have absorbed a shock like that, but he also had to tell the collar what to do and he was not expecting a shock. Cinder lurched forward at the large sting, gritting his teeth and pursing his lips he turned around slowly and flopped down on the floor. His body would twitch her and there every now and then before his upper body shot straight up. “Wow that was tingly…” He smoothed down his hair and huffed. “What’s your deal bro…those who wallow in self pity will stay that way. Ignore the past and think about your future instead….like that lovely little doctor friend of yours….Greer….”
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The puppet master didn’t care nor did he try to avoid the eventual attach that may soon occur but he continued to smile for a reason that was not entirely clear but maybe it was because he caused her to have some sort of emotional reaction. He kept getting closer as he slowly say-(Puppet master) Come on little girl come on little girl. Yes yes get angrier angrier show me what you can do. Dance my puppet and show me your fangs, SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO…. ha ha ha ha ha ye ha ha ha ye ha ha ha ha ha ha. -The puppet master wanted to know, to feel what she can really do otherwise this whole matter of returning is entirely meaningless to him that is unless there was a reason a real reason for him to return as he continued walking straight towards her not changing any direction and always keeping big grin on his face as he got closer-
AidenArius: Jim was sort of in a shock, considering the charges made even Javid screamed like a little girl, and this guy just took it like pro. And it did piss him off a bit because apparently this guy just doesn’t get the freaking point! The images he had scene from his flashbacks would replay inside his mind, when he just think about his past that didn’t make much sense, before his cry-baby like pout y lips start to move. [Jim]”What future? What kind of future can you have when you’re a blood thirsty monster? Greer would just end up dead if I get near her.. Just like you will be if you don’t leave me alone..” He muttered, his voice sunk a bit due to him trying to hold his tears back. Someone give him a candy or something before he calls for mummy.
NatashaNarishnakov: -In her fury, the madness of his laughter, the swirling of the cane with the shrunken head……..the puppets!!….he kept calling her his puppet and to dance. WAIT!….WAIT!!..~her brain fired up the warning as she suddenly looked around at all the puppets.~- The blood stains that led into the tent, the fact the place was deserted. Spent bullet shells, the piles of guns…..OH MY GOD!!…He must be able to turn everyone and everything into puppets. She powered off the ground instantly and flew up to the trapeze high above, balancing on the rope, her wings beating and dripping aniplas blood down below. “Vhat are youz?….Zome zort of Vitch doctor….do shrinkz dhe peoplez and make dhem puppetz?!” -Her arms were now ablaze with fire as she snarled down at him- “Vaz dhiz zome ztupid trickz?”
SothisRaWintersunII: Still sitting on the floor facing Jim, his legs outstretched and his hands folded in his lap, he listened to Jim for a moment before shaking his head violently. “You are what I like to call an artard….Greer gives you something to live for….something to get better for…you have two choices…continue the way you are and make yours and her life miserable, or pick yourself up by the bootstraps and make both of your lives happy….” Cinder yanked out one of his colts and pressed the barrel to his own head, then pulled the hammer back with his thumb. “Example…I know you don’t know me well but how would you feel if I squeezed the trigger…hmm?”
AidenArius: Jim’s eyes widen a bit, that guy he just knew is going to attempt suicide just to get his point across? This guy is nuts! Or that’s what Jim would think. He was threatening him, yeah sure but it was to get him away, leave him alone. And now he’s going to kill himself. He can’t handle a death, especially in front of him considering that he’s being emo out of guilt. His hands shakes out of fear, and he instinctively darts forward and to tackle the man’s chest, and if the man allows it and NOT pulling the god damned trigger, Jim would end up sobbing on his broad firm chest for comfort, saying [Jim]”What.. What should I do.. I don’t want to be a killer…”
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The puppet master grin turned into a scorn once she flew up to the trapeze high up on the rope but the grin instantly turned back into a big grin before shouting- (Puppet master) NOT SO FAST GIRLY! MISTER ZULU YOUR ASSISTANCE IS REQUIRED! -At that instant a large ebony skinned man about six feet and three inches moved away from left one of the two posts that held the tent up and the trapeze wire. The man looked at her before saying -“Igama lami ngu Puppet master”(Translation: My name is Puppet master)-This man had an odd appearance alright, a leopard skin loincloth, straw headdress straw wrist bands and straw anklets. In one hand was an oval shield as big as his entire body and in his other hand was the Assegai a short stabbing spear and on his back was about ten similar poking out of his back. He would immediately begin aiming and throwing one of the spears at her in hope that it would hit her. While back on the ground puppet master would turn to the puppet audience and bow to them before shouting at loud for all to hear-(Puppet master) Welcome to the greatest show unearthed! -After which he would rush to the gun pile looking for a gun until he picked up an AK-74 before aiming at the big top with one hand- (Puppet master) How uncivilized….the whole point of this thing is to point and pull this little trigger thingee. Ah oh well here goes nothing -He would pull the trigger before shooting out a spray of bullets to Natasha and the wire it seems he has no control of the gun but still manages to keep the gun pointed up for now-
SothisRaWintersunII: “GAH!” Cinders gun flew out of his hand and skidded across the ground and Jim head butted his chest. “Umm…well first you can get off me…” He would grab Jim’s shoulders and try to pick him up off his chest. “And I dont know thats up to you man…Might I suggest going and talking to Greer…this sort of advice is out of my area, all I can say is get out of whatever past you have and uhhh…go forward….” After he was done a loud grumble came from Cinders stomach…”….Need….FOOD!!”
AidenArius: He would sit on his knees, his tears is drying up because a person can only weep for so long before they got tired of it. This whole crying thing actually made him feel better, who knows crying does that. [Jim]”Greer hadn’t actually kill anyone.. She’s a doctor, opposite of what I am..” Jim said, slumping down like a whiny emo bitch before he heard Cinder’s stomach, and reminded himself that he hadn’t eaten for a while now. Well he can’t exactly cry and sob with a hungry stomach, can he? Quickly he picks himself up, before shouting out [Jim]”JAVID! FOOD!” with Javid getting startled from behind the wall that separates them.
NatashaNarishnakov: -Natasha had evaded the Puppet Master and that cane with the shrunken head, and to get to the trapeze was only the first step of avoiding him. But then he called in for back up, by some huge ebony skinned African wearing the skimpiest of loin cloths, and was that a straw headdress and matching wrist and ankle bands. So this was what it was …voodoo magic and witchdoctors. In Nemaeus?..No sooner was the big bugger called, that he was throwing a god-damn spear at her. Using one of her blood tendrils, she would catch it mid air and snap it in two sending it clattering to the floor, as she hurled a fire sphere towards the big African’s straw headdress hoping it would catch alight. That mad Puppet Master was now announcing to the crowd of puppets, that the show had begun, and she was the main attraction. She let go of the trapeze and then swooped down past the Puppet Master who had picked up the AK-47 and started to fire a hail of bullets that would rip through her right wing, sending her plummeting to the earth, where she would do a barrel roll and jump to her feet, one wing hanging down bleeding on the ground. Snarling, she bit into her tongue, as her mouth filled with the vile toxic blood of the aniplas. She wasn’t going to just flee, if these two wanted a fight, she was going to give it-
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -As the fire caught on the straw headdress the large ebony man would just quickly remove it and threw to the ground below where the puppet master and Natasha were. Some of the embers of the flame was on his hand as he just simply patted his hands down like if the fire wasn’t strong enough to burn him, now he was up there and he clearly has an advantage to those on the ground oddly enough he didn’t do anything but sat on the ledge not even bothering to interfere just sitting there and watching them. The puppet master would a clear grin on his face would just say as he emptied the last of the bullet cartridge firing in the air-(Puppet master) Well well welcome back to earth. -Firing into the ground to make sure that was all of the bullets before throwing the gun away-(Puppet master) I really hate using guns spoils the fun out of the thrill now lets see you said something about a vitch doctor? don’t even know what a vitch is? Unless you are meaning witch then you would need to work on your English pronunciation. For your pronunciation is butchering my beautiful language…where was I oh yes witch…wrong guess care to make another? -The grin was still on his face the big and wide grin almost like if he was mocking her without any words, as he started to circle her and at the same time began to twirl that cane of his again. Twirl and twirl as he watched her ever movement-
NatashaNarishnakov: -Natasha faced off with the Puppet master who had emptied the gun of shells into the air, and then into the ground before discarding it, saying how he thought guns spoil the fun. The large ebony warrior had patted down the fire balls she had sent down to him, like it meant nothing at all, she leered at him, but refused to speak again. The puppet master mocked her for her way of speaking, teasing and prodding verbally. He was no witch doctor, but there was something about that cane. The puppet master grinned like a Cheshire cat, thinking he had the upper hand. When he came round to face her, she did one of two things, her blood tentacles flowed out, one on each side of her to seize the cane while Natasha would spit a projectile of blood toxin towards the Puppet man’s face, so that the acidic content would burn through his heavily made up mask of white, and wipe that smile right off his face. If her tendrils were able to lock onto the cane, she would take four steps back and then attempt to throw it outside the tent-
SothisRaWintersunII: Cinder scratched his forehead for a moment then pulled himself to his feet. “Ummm…I don’t know…” He turned his head from side to side looking around the piece of…something room. “Mmm…food sounds good right about now…by the way Jim, when did Greer get back to the hospital…” Cinder asked his little question as he headed out the door, looking side to side and covering his nose. “Place smells….”
AidenArius: Javid sighed, dialing a number to order some pizzas for Jim and his guest while Jim looks a bit down again. He hadn’t seen Greer since her date with that suited up douche bag and thinking about it just make him want to sulk more. After hanging up his cell, Javid interrupts the two. [Javid]“She hadn’t left her room. And for you, guy, it’s the slum. Get used to it.” Jim on the other hand didn’t care much, and make his way to his bed to lie on it while he waits for food. [Jim]”Javid. Food. Now.” He bosses Javid around, acting like a child when they sulk, thinking they have the right to special treatments. [Javid]”I just ordered some pizzas. Just wait damn it.” He said before he looks around. [Javid]”And Mouse is going to be pissed at this renovation of yours..”
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -The acid had connected and had hit his face immediately he let go of the cane with the shrunken skull within a orb so that he could cover his face as he turned away from Natasha as the sounds of something burning as apparent-(Puppet master) MY FACE! MY BEAUTIFUL FACE! IT BURNS! IT BURNS! SOMEONE STOP THIS AGONIZING PAIN! -He was still struggling with the pain as he slowly moved closer to her in a vain attempt to get the cane or to some how get her. As she threw the cane outside oddly enough it didn’t went outside as if some sort of barrier repelled it back, the cane would quickly hit the floor before rolling back in front of the puppet master. But good would it do his face was slowly being eaten up by acid slowly his jaw began to be unhinged while in-front of her still standing and holding his hands to his face but suddenly he force his jaw back into place before removing his hands and shouting out to her- (Puppet master) BOO! HA HA HA HA HA! -This thing that stood before her the so called puppet master had a double face one that was slowing being eaten up by the acid and another with many mechanical gears and mechanisms that allowed facial movements. Here in front of her was a puppet designed to look like human with the multiple skin grafts on its mechanical face and body that would make it appear completely human. This is thing would then hit the ground as the cane would spin back up instantly grabbing the cane and making the shrunken skull to look directly at Natasha before saying- (Puppet master) My turn! -At that instant the shrunken skull opened its mouth and eyes appeared in its eye ball sockets as it seemingly screamed at her before letting loose a number of screaming ghost skulls-(Skull) Argh! argh! -The skulls would slowly begin to circle her and if they manage to correctly trap her in that circle everything would turn back to darkness-
SothisRaWintersunII: Cinder turned to Javid and crinkled his brow, his eyes would gleam with a tint of anger as they locked onto Javid. “She… hasn’t left her room?….Natasha…” Cinder drew in a deep breath and pulled off his blue jacket and superman shirt. Under the skin in his shoulder a bubble formed, it was almost like some sort of growth. The bubble would grow larger and large and eventually it would burst and a blodo covered arm would reach out, followed by a set of shoulder, a head, and another arm. One of the beings arms that was crawling out of Cinder would grab Cinder’s head and used it to push the rest of his body out of Cinder’s. The being looked like it had just been birthed, but it was still a full grown man. The naked being shook his head violently, long red locks cascading below his shoulder. It looked up at Cinder and mumbled a few words.(Sevryn) “What is the meaning of this….little brother…” (Cinder) “Find her Sevryn…..” (Sevryn) “And why should I chase after your little crush for you….” Cinder huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose (Cinder) “Just do it…by the way…chu nakys.” Sevryn looked down at his body and shrugged before flipping his red locks over his shoulder. Sevryn was in fact Cinders older identical twin, the only differences was Cinder changed his appearance and gave himself blue eyes and black hair. Sevryn slugishly walked away but turned around when Cinder threw something at him, it was a semi chrome clear crystal. He smiled knowing what it was, clutching it tightly he turned back around and headed out into the streets, barley able to walk as he traced Natasha’s scent. Meanwhile Cinder turned his attention back to Javid and sighed. “How long till the pizza gets here…and how many did you order?”
AidenArius: [Javid]”Well considering that Jim’s a monster—no offence when it comes to food, and the whole wreck at the kitchen in the hospital after you got admitted… 6 box?” Javid would say, even though he planned to order a lot more, he only had enough money for 6.. Poor guy.. Jim raise his hand while being lazy on the bed, [Jim]”umm.. Am I the only one here that saw a guy coming out of another guy? Like.. What the hell was that? And can I have 5 box?” Jim says to the two male before Mouse storms into the place, carrying a newspapers about Greer’s interview after the hospital lock down [Mouse]”GUYS! The doctor is still here right? *with Javid nodding to him, he threw newspapers to Javid* Check that out. I’m going out to find more info about this. Oh, When the doc wakes up, don’t let her go outside till I get back.” Mouse soon leave the building before anyone can respond to him, panicking about this development, suspecting something grand even.
NatashaNarishnakov: -Though the acid spit would do the job, or so she thought, and her attempt to throw the cane with the shrunken head out the tent would be hit by some sort of invisible barrier, that meant it simply rolled back to the puppet master, like it belonged to him. His screams of his beautiful face sliding off, was all a lie, as he turned to show he was actually….a machine. His horrid laughter through shouts as he revealed himself to her had her recoil in horror. It was then that he held up the damn cane and suddenly it was his turn to attack her. The skull began to scream and let loose a number of screaming skulls, that would begin to encirle her. She had to do something, this was not worth becoming a puppet. She fired up her one healthy wing, turning it to fire, to try and swat some of the screaming skulls away, as she took a look to the exit, the tent flap from where she had come from. If she was able to break the circle with her blood wing of fire, she would make a run for the tent flap, if not, she would succumb to the darkness-
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -As she tried to escape from the flying screaming skulls towards what seemed to be the tent flap leading to the exit as some of the skulls decided to fly past Natasha and towards the exit where they begun to make a vertical circle on the exit as if they knew it was her only way out as they spun faster to make what seems to be some sort of darkness but if you look outside you could clearly see someone in a white hoody boarding up the exit with wooden boards, the man seems to be succeeding but then again why is he there in the first place if she could see closely at the man’s hoodie there written on it was two letters PM maybe it stands for Puppet Master but then again maybe not. The puppet master with the burnt face would shout to the top of his lungs-(Puppet master) STOP HER! SOMEONE STOP HER! -As he said those words the Large Zulu at the to would start aiming to attempt to hit her with one of his spears, he even tried to estimate the trajectory of his spear before throwing the spear right at her. As the words was said the puppets that were at the aisle way began to throw themselves off the side in an attempt to block her escape or by chance tackle her in mid flight even one of the three giant dolls stood up and begun to walk towards what seemed to be the exit path of Natasha and in one more of the puppet master attempts to deter her the giant puppet would try to swat her with one of its hands that is if the swatting with the hand connected but all of this seems pointless sense the exit is nothing more than a black wall with moving paint if one were to look closely enough they would notice that the man putting the wooden boards up seems to be in some what of a loop as he puts up the board and closes it up completely before he pull it back down and do it all over again-
NatashaNarishnakov: -It seemed that this was all some sort of plot to keep Natasha from ever leaving the abandoned circus. Maybe the Master of the Fuyu no arishu had planned this all along. She had succeeded in gaining the hospital, but this mission was obviously one that would be difficult to escape from. She made her made dash for the tent exit or so she thought, only to have the screaming skulls come around in a verticle circle, that would spin so fast that she was starting to fall into the darkness. The power of her burning wing was losing its energy, since she needed to feed, her eyes darting back and forth, as the Puppet master screamed that she be stopped. She turned away from the exit, when she saw that the exit was being boarded up by someone in a white hoodie. It was then that the Zulu would throw a spear at her, that would drive into her left shoulder, coming out the other side, as her tentacles flailed wildly. Blood oozing from the wound, as the Puppets were now throwing themselves at her,and she was swatting them, kicking out with her feet and using her blood tentacles to catch others and toss them out of her way. THEN a large puppet was trying to swat her like a fly, and she would get hit, being thrown sideways, across the room, landing with a sickening thud. She pushed back up to standing and then using her hands she would break the spear that was lodged in her shoulder and with the last of her energy, hurl it at the puppet Master’s head, to try and do some damage at least. She was looking for a way out…..but the exit was getting boarded up again and again… (Natasha)”NOEZ!!!! I won’t die here!!!”- She turned on the Zulu, and made a dash at him, to tackle him in the hopes to lock on and bite his face, and if she could she would attempt to use her tentacles to bleed him dry-
Guest_DarksiedtheLegend: -Little did she know that the Zulu was also a well made puppet with his long legs he jumped upwards to try and avoid her but then a voice of small girl would echo out- (?) That is enough. -As her voice echoed through out the tent most of the puppets at the audience would stop moving indefinitely the only things that would still move was the British bloke, the Zulu who had returned back down from his high jump and the giant doll who was moving back to the hippodrome. The British bloke and the Zulu looked at each other before the British bloke would say out loud -(British bloke) You mean we don’t get to finish the attack look at me I am ruined a fortune wasted on my face now we have to waste more money which we do not have. Look at me I am ruined. -The Zulu would hold the British bloke back before saying-(Zulu) wha cha you want do her? -The giant doll would open up its jaw revealing a ten or eleven year old girl riding the giant doll in a small drivers compartment in the giant doll as she tried to get down the giant doll would then place its arm to its chest to allow the little girl in black dress with a black bonnet, her face seems to have black lipstick on her lips and has pale white make up. As the doll helped thee little girl get to the ground she would fluff off the dirt of her little dress before continuing to speak- (Girl) The boss wants to return back seeing how well she fought and also she survive the longest from those who have been sent. So we let her go….also your face will be fixed don’t worry about it. -The British bloke would shout out- (Bloke) Your kidding me look at the damage she caused, she doesn’t even touched you two (Girl) Quiet the boss is watching can’t you hear those chains of his…-They all became quiet as they heard chains rattling before it became silent before the skulls begun to circle closer to Natasha forming what seems to be a portal to the hospital bed where Sand is waiting on the other side with a cart of blood packs, he would wave at them. The girl would wave back before she said- (Girl) Zulu put her in the hole….we are done with her. -Zulu would move to get Natasha-
NatashaNarishnakov: -Natasha was bleeding profusely, and like an endangered animal she was growling and before she realised, she would be placed into the hole by the Zulu, being passed over to Sand, in the hospital, where a cart of blood packs were waiting. The minute her body hit the bed her tentacles collapsed down the sides, her blood running on the floor. She had fought, and completed her mission. Natasha then lost consciousness, drifting off to sleep.-
-After stopping at Carl Jnr’s hamburger store, to pick up the free sodas and cheese burgers for Hermon, the pink Hello Kitty sport’s car took off for the Prague Convention centre, where the 2012 Comic Con was being held. Touted as the leading Comic book con in all of Europe, both Kraus and Hermon were terribly excited to see not only their online nerd pals, in their favourite hero costumes, but also, the array of collectable comic books that would be on offer. Kraus had his chequebook tucked in his superman undies, that were on the outside of his tights, ready to bid for the most valuable Superman comic on earth. A rare and pristine copy of the first issue of Action Comics, famed for the first appearance of Superman, which was sold to bidders for $2.16 million dollars, in the November of the previous year. Insiders to the comic con, said that the comic book would be on the market again, after the collector had said it had been stolen, and then found in near mint condition. Still touted as a 9, (which is high grade for comic books) Turns out the collector has since changed his love to Flash Gordon comics instead. Inga, who was still dressed as the blonde bombshell SuperGirl, was sure to have heads turning at the comic con, probably at the way she filled her costume. In the back seat, Hermon, was wolfing down his fourth cheese burger and headbanging to the latest song by Rammstein, whilst Kraus could only think, of getting his hands on that Superman comic.
Pulling up in the carpark of the convention centre, Inga sat stunned for a moment, on seeing the array of people filing into the convention centre entrance. “I never knews it vas this popular, Kraus. Oooo Is that a Hulk man?”- she pointed at a really large guy, painted from head to toe in green, wearing torn shorts, but he was anything but muscular, in fact he looked set to be able to take on Hermon in the battle of the bulge stakes. Wearing contacts, Kraus was able to see the Hulk that Inga was pointing out and he chuckled, whilst opening his car door. “Oh…thats just Renee. He has loved Hulk since a wee boy.” Inga’s face became comical, as she replied- “Well, he is not so veeee now.”- A large belch came from Hermon in the back seat, as he tossed his soda cup behind him and struggled to get out of the pink Hello Kitty car. He was somewhat embarressed to arrive in such a colourful car, but a free ride, is…a free ride. “Come on Man, I want to check out the displays, I hear they are going to have the original catwoman costume from the Tim Burton flicks. I had dreams about licking that pussy.”- he said with dreamy eyes. Inga glanced back at the vulgar Hermon, who was really the roundest Spiderman, she had ever seen, and the one with the most hair. “Aren’t you going to put on your mask? You might frighten the kiddies.”- Course she was deadly serious, but Hermon wouldn’t have it. “And ruin the do?…Please.”
The sheer number of people dressed up as their heroes or favourite super villains, was staggering, even by Kraus’s standards. Course, Kraus was well known on the comic book sites, so he was getting a lot of people singing out his name, or coming to shake his hand. As owner of one of the largest sites online for Comic collecting in Europe, he was a favourite at the conventions. Inga was staring at a girl who was dressed as Wonder woman, and nudged her Kraus, saying “Next year….I come as her.”- Kraus chuckled and smacked Inga’s backside, replying. “I cum all over you if you stay as Supergirl…okay?” Inga thought about that for a moment, and then bobbed her head, jutting out her bodacious tits. “Yah yah…you are the Man of steel.” On paying for their admissions, Hermon saw the poster that would have him squeal like a girl. “Oh GOD…STAN LEE…HERE?!”
– Yes, apparently, Stan Lee was making an appearance, and having photo ops with his legion of fans. Hermon rounded on Inga and Kraus, and grabbed their shoulders, shaking them both vigourously. “He’s my fucking hero, I gotta go line up. I NEED to have this photo with him.”- Both Kraus and Inga were shaken, till their eyes were rolling around. “Go on, Herman, I want to go find where the auction is being held here for the Superman comic. Both men suddenly darted off in different directions, like boys in a candy store, leaving Inga standing there all by herself. For the first time ever….she wasn’t the center of attention, and she looked shocked. “Kraus?….Hermon?….VELLAS?!”- she stamped her right foot indignantly, and wondered what to do, standing there looking lost, as a gang of Klingons, came past, near scaring her to death. “You are all vierd people…I swear.”
But it seems, someone was watching Inga. Coming out from behind one of the exhibits of Iron man, was none other than Lucy Harris, Kraus’s secretary, and ex girlfriend. Dressed in a more traditional Supergirl outfit, it was the time for the showdown between the two women. “Well…look what the cat dragged in. If it isn’t the Swedish slut that stole my Kraus.”- Spinning around, the blonde Inga clapped eyes on the nerd like Lucy, who even in her Supergirl outfit, was still wearing her ridiculous glasses. It was no secret that Lucy was still after Kraus, having been engaged to him, before he fell in love with Inga. But Inga, now had a trump card. Grinning, she extended her hand, showing off the three carot engagement ring that Kraus had given her. “Guess who is going to be his vife…Me!…Yah…I am his Supergirl, not youz…so…go find some…kyrptonite and die, bitch!” This was like setting off an atomic bomb, with Lucy charging at Inga and going for a mid section tackle, knocking Inga off her feet, and into a stand of X men comics. This of course, brought the attention of many a geek and nerd standing nearby, who all turned around at the high shrieks of the two women, as they started to roll around on the floor. “CAT FIGHT!!”- And what a cat fight. People started pulling out their Cellphones, and forming a circle around the two women. Lucy trying to crawl away on the floor, as Inga grabbed her by her cape and flipped her back, before, leaping up and then diving on top of her, her massive boobs acting like car airbags. “OOMPH!!…Get off me, you dumb Slut!”- ~SMACK SMACK SMACK~ Inga was incensed, and was slapping the daylights out of Lucy, before grabbing her hair and then dragging her along the ground. Lucy rolled over and then reefed back, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder, as her glasses slipped off her face, and Inga stomped on them with her boot. ~Crunch!~ Now blinded, the flailing Lucy was at the mercy of the furious Inga. “I may be Slut….but I am Kraus’s slut!’- She drew her right arm back and with her fingers curled tightly into a fist, she smashed her fist into Lucy’s temple, causing the girl to drop to the ground, KO’ed. Staggering back, and then looking down in horror at her hand, she realised she had hurt herself. “My nail….oh my god I broke my nail.”- The crowd erupted, seeing the mighty Magoomba Supergirl Swede, defeat the dark haired Supergirl, who had blood pouring out her nose. Hermon, who had just been posing with Stan Lee, heard the cheers coming from the section where Lucy and Inga were fighting, and powered over to be of assistance. Seeing Lucy out cold on the ground, he gripped Inga’s right hand and powered her arm up, declaring. “We have a winner!”- The crowd cheered wildly, loving the show, even if it was real. Never one to miss a photo op, Inga started posing, but not before giving Lucy a good kick in the ribs. Ripping up her leg and doing a high kick, showing off more of herself for the cameras, Kraus finally came back with his prized comic book, and only had eyes for Inga…and her….ahem…He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “I have a surprise for you.” But it was not at the convention centre….it was to be somewhere else. <3>