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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 9:58:04 GMT -8
Judge: Single Judge Battle Length: Unlimited Intro, 13 battle Story Version: Off Version Bonus: Off Setting: Castle of the Fallen
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Post by Kman on Aug 26, 2013 11:26:21 GMT -8
((OOC: No clue who Butler is, so this should be fun. Essentially dibbing this with Kajira- I'll have a post up tonight.))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 12:49:33 GMT -8
(I guess I'll let you go first then?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 18:12:47 GMT -8
Within the relatively empty castle walls, things were being moved in great haste. Picture frames were adjusted and measured by exact pixel specifications, statues were being scoured with some unknown cleaning solution. Doors were refitted and the rooms they protected were reorganized in just seconds shy of five minutes. While the castle's look screamed "Rundown Transylvannian vampire's grounds" the obligatory poltergeist doing the cleaning was not that in the least bit.
As the statue of the princess was being pieced together with fabricated 'fill-ins' a dusting cloth fell seemingly out of the void. Static and data popped and fizzled as a gloved hand reached down to retrieve the cleaning tool.
This castle is... unkept.
The rag was stuffed into the apron at waist of the now uncloaked cleaner. Whatever means of invisibility this navi was capable of, did not agree with outside influences.
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Post by Kman on Aug 27, 2013 22:45:01 GMT -8
Kajira.exe: Are you sure that this is the right place?
Kajira paused as she glanced upward at the strange castle that was lain out before her. It was old, and pretty run-down, at least from the outside. There was a rumor on the net that someone was hiding out here, and that someone was on the run from the ONB. As Kajira somewhat played the part, occasionally, as a bounty hunter for the ONB, Blake had decided that she should come out here, at least to investigate the rumor.
Blake: Totally the right place. It matches the description on the BBS perfectly. That’s got to be where they’re at.
The woman unleashed a slight sigh as she looked upward. Thunder rumbled ominously, but if she was going inside, she wasn’t going to have much of a chance to use the weather.
Kajira.exe: You’d better be right about this. I don’t like being on a wild goose chase, Blake.
The woman crept forward then, across the landscape as she approached the doorway. Frowning, she considered knocking but that…would completely give away her element of surprise. Allowing wind to pool at her feet, it suddenly shot upwards as she moved through the air without a sound, that same wind acting as a cushions as she landed gently upon the ramparts.
Kajira.exe: If I were an inconspicuous entrance…where would I be..?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 16:06:33 GMT -8
Black polished shoes quietly, but quickly past the restored statue of H.R.H. A pair of white gloved hands pressed against the statue's stone back to push it out of the castle's foyer and further into the castle's lower regions. After the cleaning navi finished relocating the stone princess, he equipped a mop and a broom to handle the most daunting task of his day, the floors of the palace grounds.
Light fixtures glowed dimly to lighten up the dirtied hallways and passageways leading from the main doorway of the palace. With great haste the caretaker dashed through the entire interior of the castle, kicking up and moving with him any and all dirt, dust, rubble and debris within his pathway. Stopping to open a window, the butler let the whirlwind of garbage accumulated out to be discarded and to let air in to dry the floors he soon would make slippery when wet.
Standing at the window, his gloved hands reached inside his right pocket to look at a pocketwatch as black as the tuxedo he wore, however it was as reflective as a mirror. The watch gave him a view of his own partially hidden face, bangs coveting any view by anyone. Opening the watch, he noticed its hands were functioning improperly.
Another thing to repair.
A sigh of contempt.
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