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...ouch. That hurts quite a bit. It works, but it's hard to walk properly - Parkouring is going to be difficult now.
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...ouch. That hurts quite a bit. It works, but it's hard to walk properly - Parkouring is going to be difficult now.
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"Toadvine continued on his way to the proprietors office. The laborers had conveniently made themselves scarce. The stringy-haired desperado crawled up to the office and soon found his back to its wall. No one had detected his presence yet.
Toadvine gazed upon the structure wearily, scanning its fiber glass walls for a potential point of entry. The windows on the ground floor had bars on them. The doors were locked."
Toadvine gazed upon the structure wearily, scanning its fiber glass walls for a potential point of entry. The windows on the ground floor had bars on them. The doors were locked."
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With his backup plan carefully concealed, Tyce parkours over to the office. He takes moment to #prank the foreman by scattering hotwheels all over the front stoop, and then stealthily heads over to Toadvine. Fortunately, no one spotted the marine trained teen.
"So, like, yah know, what do we do now?" whispers Tyce.
His face scrunches up in pain as he struggles to think up a plan.
"So, like, yah know, what do we do now?" whispers Tyce.
His face scrunches up in pain as he struggles to think up a plan.
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"Toadvine stared at the locked door longingly. He stared back at the junkie. I don't 'spose you got anything to get that door unlatched, do ya?"
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"A locked door? Well, that's just right up my alley!" November piped up, after her long bout of silence. Her mind had been elsewhere as she tagged along but she had finally snapped back into reality finally and was happy that she would be of some use for this job.
With a cheeky grin, she approached the door, slipping out her lockpicking set and got to work with dexterous hands, swaying her fake dog tail side to side as she hummed the tune of the movie Totoro to herself.
With a cheeky grin, she approached the door, slipping out her lockpicking set and got to work with dexterous hands, swaying her fake dog tail side to side as she hummed the tune of the movie Totoro to herself.
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*click*!
After a very, very short amount of time fiddling with the lock, November has the door open.
A couple of things you notice as this happens:
You hear the sound of conversation and footsteps behind you, and see two shadows cast by lamplight moving towards you slowly from around a corner.
"So, what are you gonna be doing this weekend?"
"I dunno, I'll just be glad of the rest...maybe see my family, try to forget about work for a bit, especially these nights shifts, yknow?"
You also hear the muffled sound of one side of a conversation from inside - The voice of Mr. Grisby, Jnr.
"Yes, yes I understand. No, we're on schedule. Yes, I know. Yes. Yes. No, I don't think so. I made sure of it. Yes. Okay."
What do you do?
After a very, very short amount of time fiddling with the lock, November has the door open.
A couple of things you notice as this happens:
You hear the sound of conversation and footsteps behind you, and see two shadows cast by lamplight moving towards you slowly from around a corner.
"So, what are you gonna be doing this weekend?"
"I dunno, I'll just be glad of the rest...maybe see my family, try to forget about work for a bit, especially these nights shifts, yknow?"
You also hear the muffled sound of one side of a conversation from inside - The voice of Mr. Grisby, Jnr.
"Yes, yes I understand. No, we're on schedule. Yes, I know. Yes. Yes. No, I don't think so. I made sure of it. Yes. Okay."
What do you do?
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- Apr 15, 2014
Tyce stealths around the side of the building and peaks out. Two orange vested workers are slowly walking towards the others stealthing spot. Thinking as quickly as Tyce can, he picks up a small rocks and hurls it at a metal dumpster across the dirt path. It bounces off with a metallic "ping".
"What was that?" says one of the workers.
They aim their lanterns at the dumpster, trying to find the source of the noise, giving Tyce a few more seconds to hide in an overturned plastic garbage bin.
"What was that?" says one of the workers.
They aim their lanterns at the dumpster, trying to find the source of the noise, giving Tyce a few more seconds to hide in an overturned plastic garbage bin.
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"The dog woman had appeared out of nowhere, conjured out of nothingness like a specter. She applied the tools of her trade to the lock and it was undone in a matter of seconds.
A pair of laborers were approaching. Their lanterns shone brightly through the opaqueness of the night. Toadvine looked to his side and discovered that the dog woman and the junkie were nowhere to be seen. He reached for the now unlatched door and opened it as gingerly as possible. Once inside, he pulled the door shut, taking care not to make too much noise.
Toadvine listened with bated breath. It sounded as though the workers attention had been drawn to something else. He scanned the room before him, noting the cheap linoleum floor and the desolate furnishings sitting upon it. The proprietor was talking to someone. He was in the next room over, his Anglo-Saxon accent permeating the thin wooden walls.
Toadvine reached for his boots and pulled them off. He crouched upon the floor in his sock feet and drew his pistol. With his boots in one hand and his revolver in the other, he stepped over to the doorway leading to the room the proprietor was in. The stringy-haired desperado arched his head and peered into the room."
A pair of laborers were approaching. Their lanterns shone brightly through the opaqueness of the night. Toadvine looked to his side and discovered that the dog woman and the junkie were nowhere to be seen. He reached for the now unlatched door and opened it as gingerly as possible. Once inside, he pulled the door shut, taking care not to make too much noise.
Toadvine listened with bated breath. It sounded as though the workers attention had been drawn to something else. He scanned the room before him, noting the cheap linoleum floor and the desolate furnishings sitting upon it. The proprietor was talking to someone. He was in the next room over, his Anglo-Saxon accent permeating the thin wooden walls.
Toadvine reached for his boots and pulled them off. He crouched upon the floor in his sock feet and drew his pistol. With his boots in one hand and his revolver in the other, he stepped over to the doorway leading to the room the proprietor was in. The stringy-haired desperado arched his head and peered into the room."
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Toadvine, inside you see the following:
Sitting on a strangely unpretentious plastic chair, with his feet up on a small coffee table, Mr. Grisby Jnr. is talking to someone on a mobile phone. He's also flicking through a book with yellowed pages and a thick, black cover - You can't see what's on the front of it due to the angle he's holding it at. His back is to you. There are two others doors out of this room - One to Mr. Grisby's left, and one directly in front of him.
"No. No, only two, not exactly unacceptable. Yes, he did. Yes, he's in my office, well away from the others."
You hear a bang from the door Mr. Grisby is facing.
"Ah, looks like I need to deal with something. Can I call you back? Good. Okay. Yes. Yes, I will. Thank you, Father."
Grisby flicks his phone shut and places the book on the coffee table, before standing up and walking to the door.
[Skill check rolled] You don't think he's noticed you or November...
Tyce, here's what happens with you:
The surprised workers turn towards the source of the clattering whilst you hide in a bin. [Skill check rolled]
After a while, they determine it "must have been rats or something - I don't want to hang around though, just in case...this is Grisby's cabin, yknow?"
They walk away.
What do you do, everyone?
Sitting on a strangely unpretentious plastic chair, with his feet up on a small coffee table, Mr. Grisby Jnr. is talking to someone on a mobile phone. He's also flicking through a book with yellowed pages and a thick, black cover - You can't see what's on the front of it due to the angle he's holding it at. His back is to you. There are two others doors out of this room - One to Mr. Grisby's left, and one directly in front of him.
"No. No, only two, not exactly unacceptable. Yes, he did. Yes, he's in my office, well away from the others."
You hear a bang from the door Mr. Grisby is facing.
"Ah, looks like I need to deal with something. Can I call you back? Good. Okay. Yes. Yes, I will. Thank you, Father."
Grisby flicks his phone shut and places the book on the coffee table, before standing up and walking to the door.
[Skill check rolled] You don't think he's noticed you or November...
Tyce, here's what happens with you:
The surprised workers turn towards the source of the clattering whilst you hide in a bin. [Skill check rolled]
After a while, they determine it "must have been rats or something - I don't want to hang around though, just in case...this is Grisby's cabin, yknow?"
They walk away.
What do you do, everyone?
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A sly smirk plays upon November's lips as she remains concealed in the shadows, waiting until they take their leave. Seeing that this is was an opportunity, she creeps into the room at a slow and steady pace, her footfalls soft and sound as she kept low and out of sight just in case. Sharp hazel eyes swept the room cautiously, brilliant with utmost alertness as she admired the decor before approaching the door Mr. Grisby disappeared through.
Curious, she pressed her ear up against, trying to listen in.
Curious, she pressed her ear up against, trying to listen in.
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- May 5, 2014
I just realized that my character uncannily resembles the main guy from Hatred. I'm not psyched about that. 
"The proprietor stood up and moved towards the door. The tome he had been reading lay where he had set it, on the coffee table. Toadvine laid his boots down and began to move towards the table. The proprietor was fiddling with the door handle, oblivious to the renegade that was creeping in his midst. He swiped the book from the table and deftly filed it away in his coat. He turned to leave the room, moving warily in the hopes of avoiding the proprietors attention."
"The proprietor stood up and moved towards the door. The tome he had been reading lay where he had set it, on the coffee table. Toadvine laid his boots down and began to move towards the table. The proprietor was fiddling with the door handle, oblivious to the renegade that was creeping in his midst. He swiped the book from the table and deftly filed it away in his coat. He turned to leave the room, moving warily in the hopes of avoiding the proprietors attention."
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Tyce stealths out of the trashcan, now with the warm reassurance of fresh Jenkim running through his veins. He pulls out his Tyceinator, creeps up to the front porch of the house, and puts more hotwheels cars down as a #prank.
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Toadvine: You pick up the book from the table, taking a look at it's front cover. The picture on the front portrays a strangely familiar face...Yellow, spiky, smiling in a way you're not quite comfortable with. The book is titled "The Yellow King". It brings back some rather uncomfortable memories...Memories you'd successfully suppressed, bUt no longer. [Sanity loss: 4 Sanity lost from encountering a minor tome of the Sonichu mythos! Book "The Yellow King" gained. Dare you read it?]
November: On the other side of the door, you hear a low, almost-human sounding growl, and calm, measured footsteps. After about a second, you hear a hefty SMACK, followed by what sounds almost like a dog whimpering. The footsteps re-approach the door, and you see the handle start to turn...
What do you do?
November: On the other side of the door, you hear a low, almost-human sounding growl, and calm, measured footsteps. After about a second, you hear a hefty SMACK, followed by what sounds almost like a dog whimpering. The footsteps re-approach the door, and you see the handle start to turn...
What do you do?
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- May 5, 2014
Alright, I have another opportunity to exercise my chimp-like drawing skills!
"The outlaw set his eyes upon the thick leather binding of the book. It was cool and dry to the touch, like the scales of a serpent. A grotesque yellow face was scrawled on the front. It's countenance appeared wrathful and twisted. Its lips were contorted into a smug and perhaps judgmental grin. Above it sat a crude symbol that looked to have been drawn by the same hand.
Beads of crystalline sweat had formed on Toadvine's tanned, battle-hardened brow. Dark, visceral memories had began to resurface, conjured forth by the appearance of the horrid grimoire. He closed his eyes, a sharp pain afflicting his brain. When he opened them again he was no longer in the office but rather standing upon a prairie, the sun beating against him mercilessly. Crisp reed grass coated the earth around him, coloring the landscape a serene amber. Toadvine began to breath quickly and raggedly. The book was absent from his clutches. In its place he held a gnarled oak war club, not unlike the kind the Cherokians employed in battle. The wood near the end of the club was darkened and wet. A cacophonous, uneven drone filled the air, sharply contrasting with the calm bellowing of the wind,
Around him lay the rank, stinking carcasses of dozens of chus, their limbs shattered and their innards sprawled across the dirt. Such was the devastation that had been delivered upon the sad wretches that their eyes were no longer discernible from their ears. It dawned on the desperado that the drone that filled the air was that of the masses of flies that had begun to hang lazily over the earth. The heat increased tenfold and the desperado soon found himself burning up. Toadvine began to scream. He felt as though he had been caught in a conflagration of nightmarish proportions. His hair singed and crackled while flames arched up his back in great licks. He collapsed to the ground in a heap, rolling around spastically in an attempt to escape the oppressive fire that had consumed him. He closed his eyes as the pain in his head reached an apex.
Opening his eyes again, Toadvine saw that he was once again in the office. Sweat dripped from his long unkempt locks. He recomposed himself grimly, breathing hideously throughout. He had hoped that he had erased those memories but they turned out to be frustratingly persistent. He looked upon the tome with disgust and slipped it into his coat. He would not read it, not now and perhaps not ever.
Footsteps resounded in a room over."
"The outlaw set his eyes upon the thick leather binding of the book. It was cool and dry to the touch, like the scales of a serpent. A grotesque yellow face was scrawled on the front. It's countenance appeared wrathful and twisted. Its lips were contorted into a smug and perhaps judgmental grin. Above it sat a crude symbol that looked to have been drawn by the same hand.
Beads of crystalline sweat had formed on Toadvine's tanned, battle-hardened brow. Dark, visceral memories had began to resurface, conjured forth by the appearance of the horrid grimoire. He closed his eyes, a sharp pain afflicting his brain. When he opened them again he was no longer in the office but rather standing upon a prairie, the sun beating against him mercilessly. Crisp reed grass coated the earth around him, coloring the landscape a serene amber. Toadvine began to breath quickly and raggedly. The book was absent from his clutches. In its place he held a gnarled oak war club, not unlike the kind the Cherokians employed in battle. The wood near the end of the club was darkened and wet. A cacophonous, uneven drone filled the air, sharply contrasting with the calm bellowing of the wind,
Around him lay the rank, stinking carcasses of dozens of chus, their limbs shattered and their innards sprawled across the dirt. Such was the devastation that had been delivered upon the sad wretches that their eyes were no longer discernible from their ears. It dawned on the desperado that the drone that filled the air was that of the masses of flies that had begun to hang lazily over the earth. The heat increased tenfold and the desperado soon found himself burning up. Toadvine began to scream. He felt as though he had been caught in a conflagration of nightmarish proportions. His hair singed and crackled while flames arched up his back in great licks. He collapsed to the ground in a heap, rolling around spastically in an attempt to escape the oppressive fire that had consumed him. He closed his eyes as the pain in his head reached an apex.
Opening his eyes again, Toadvine saw that he was once again in the office. Sweat dripped from his long unkempt locks. He recomposed himself grimly, breathing hideously throughout. He had hoped that he had erased those memories but they turned out to be frustratingly persistent. He looked upon the tome with disgust and slipped it into his coat. He would not read it, not now and perhaps not ever.
Footsteps resounded in a room over."
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I got bored and doodled a quick November. 
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The whimpering sounds of what seemed similar to a dog struck the dog girl with much remorse. No one should ever, ever harm an innocent animal. Let alone a poor dog. She felt a connection to them, spiritual in a sense as well as identifying as one, so she felt that it was a personal attack to her as well. Her hands curled into fists as her nose wrinkled and brow furrowed.
A flare of rage rose within her as she sneered with a growl, teeth bared and a glint in her eyes, before she got to her feet with footsteps approaching on the other side of the door. Her eye narrowed on the turning doorknob, her hand grasping one of her combat knives, wanting to avenge the poor innocent canine.
The whimpering sounds of what seemed similar to a dog struck the dog girl with much remorse. No one should ever, ever harm an innocent animal. Let alone a poor dog. She felt a connection to them, spiritual in a sense as well as identifying as one, so she felt that it was a personal attack to her as well. Her hands curled into fists as her nose wrinkled and brow furrowed.
A flare of rage rose within her as she sneered with a growl, teeth bared and a glint in her eyes, before she got to her feet with footsteps approaching on the other side of the door. Her eye narrowed on the turning doorknob, her hand grasping one of her combat knives, wanting to avenge the poor innocent canine.
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As Tyce #pranks into the room, noticing Toadvine staring at the book and November glaring at the door, the door creaks open. Standing on the other side is Grisby, buttoning up his shirt with the hand he wasn't using to open the door. It's very dark inside the room he was exiting, and you can't see into the murky gloom properly.
A mixture of emotions flashes across his face. Fear. Hatred. Worry. He settles on surprise. "You!" He yells, moving to slam the door.
What do you do?
A mixture of emotions flashes across his face. Fear. Hatred. Worry. He settles on surprise. "You!" He yells, moving to slam the door.
What do you do?
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"Toadvine pulled his boots on. His shirt was thick with perspiration. As he rose up, he heard the Proprietor yelling in surprise, his Anglo accent distinct among the low humming of the lights. The desperado drew his revolver and held it tight in both of his hands.
Toadvine ran for the door, his boots clopping loudly on the linoleum tiles. He vigorously shook the handle but the door remained firm. Open the goddamn door, Toadvine shouted hoarsely. Gauging no response from the other side, he raised his right foot up. He brought the heel of his riding boot down on the space below the door's handle."
Toadvine ran for the door, his boots clopping loudly on the linoleum tiles. He vigorously shook the handle but the door remained firm. Open the goddamn door, Toadvine shouted hoarsely. Gauging no response from the other side, he raised his right foot up. He brought the heel of his riding boot down on the space below the door's handle."
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Tyce pulls out his #Tycinator shotgun and cocks it.
"Yo man, don't do anything retarded, okay. Like, we're just wondering why you're all suspicious like. Like, guys turn up dead on your land, we get hired to investigate, you chase us off, and then you have your goons send us fucked up torture porn of that Comic guy. So, like, lets all sit down and find out what exactly happened before we do anything all fucked up, right?"
Tyce motions to a chair with the shotgun.
"Yo man, don't do anything retarded, okay. Like, we're just wondering why you're all suspicious like. Like, guys turn up dead on your land, we get hired to investigate, you chase us off, and then you have your goons send us fucked up torture porn of that Comic guy. So, like, lets all sit down and find out what exactly happened before we do anything all fucked up, right?"
Tyce motions to a chair with the shotgun.
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- Jun 9, 2014
Note: as this is the first real conversation with an NPC, I'm hoping to have this one voiced after its conclusion!
*SLAM*. In shock, Grisby slams the door closed.
[Opposed skills rolled] You hear a grunt of effort from Grisby as Toadvine's boot crashes against the door, but it doesn't budge. There are locks and chains on the door...but they're all on your side. Grisby must be holding it shut by leaning on it.
You hear him reply to Tyce from the other side. His voice sounds odd - like he's trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible whilst still being heard.
"What the hell are you talking about? Mr Comic hasn't shown up to work since I asked you to leave, and now a group of armed madmen breaks into my home! I don't know what you're trying to accomplish, but my safe is in the main room. The combination is 0782. Take what you want and just LEAVE."
You think you hear a soft shuffling noise from the other side of the door, as well as a *click* sound.
What next?
*SLAM*. In shock, Grisby slams the door closed.
[Opposed skills rolled] You hear a grunt of effort from Grisby as Toadvine's boot crashes against the door, but it doesn't budge. There are locks and chains on the door...but they're all on your side. Grisby must be holding it shut by leaning on it.
You hear him reply to Tyce from the other side. His voice sounds odd - like he's trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible whilst still being heard.
"What the hell are you talking about? Mr Comic hasn't shown up to work since I asked you to leave, and now a group of armed madmen breaks into my home! I don't know what you're trying to accomplish, but my safe is in the main room. The combination is 0782. Take what you want and just LEAVE."
You think you hear a soft shuffling noise from the other side of the door, as well as a *click* sound.
What next?
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"Toadvine grimaced and took a step back from the door. Standing clear of the door's frame, he refocused his revolver at the entrance. Like hell you don't know what we're talking about. As Toadvine said this, he removed the pictures of the deceased foreman from his coat. The edges snagged slightly on the insulted rubber that lined the inside of the duster.
Your cronies delivered these to us earlier this evenin'. The desperado slipped the pictures under the door with the tip of his boot. Take a gander at those. Toadvine paused for a moment, exhaling angrily. And don't you dare play dumb with us again you yellow sonofabitch."
Your cronies delivered these to us earlier this evenin'. The desperado slipped the pictures under the door with the tip of his boot. Take a gander at those. Toadvine paused for a moment, exhaling angrily. And don't you dare play dumb with us again you yellow sonofabitch."