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Post by Jackson on Oct 20, 2012 16:43:41 GMT -8
Jackson took some time to examine the situation brewing in front of him. From where he was standing he could see a group of people forming, pointing at his general location, and shouting. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but the fact they were there at all troubled him. He hadn't had to deal with anything like this back home.
It was starting to get dark outside, and Jackson needed to find a place to bunk down for the night. If these people wanted to pick a fight, Jackson might be screwed. Otherwise he was content to let them shout as long as they didn't near him.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 20, 2012 16:50:42 GMT -8
Mathew was on a ledge watching Jackson. Pretty much since their last fight. He was mostly hidden as he watched the man.
"Soon..."
He would whisper menacingly.
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Post by Jackson on Oct 20, 2012 18:12:21 GMT -8
The crowd drew nearer to Jackson, and his as-yet unseen lurker. He could hear strains of the crowds' shouts as they got nearer. Something about "bastards intruding on our land!" Jackson was confused at this. He'd thought he was in neutral land.
Jackson crept further back into the shadows of the building he'd chosen to bunk in. With any luck he could escape detection of the mob. If not, well.....this could get messy. For him.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 21, 2012 11:13:26 GMT -8
And Mathew just continued to peer down at Jackson, noting the mob coming. A smile twisting on his lips. This would be funny.
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Post by Jackson on Oct 21, 2012 11:24:15 GMT -8
The mob didn't seem to know where he'd gone to. They looked around for a minute, then one of them spotted the edge of Jackson's coat.
"HE'S OVER HERE," screamed a little girl, she couldn't be more than ten.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU thought Jackson. He emerged from his hiding place. He didn't want to fight them right now, he wanted to sleep, but if these jagoffs were going to keep bothering him he would probably have no choice.
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Kyrie Blaze
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Post by Kyrie Blaze on Oct 21, 2012 11:52:27 GMT -8
From her vantage point, Kyrie was watching this odd procession.
'Man, this guy must be mindlessly stupid if this is the result of something he did. He can not even ditch them?'
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 21, 2012 11:55:28 GMT -8
Mathew put his hand on Kiyr's shoulder.
"Soon...."
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Post by Jackson on Oct 21, 2012 11:57:46 GMT -8
The mob grabbed Jackson and lifted him above their heads, For some reason they weren't trying to kill him. Jackson thought back to what they'd been like, and still decided this was entirely out of character.
"Um, hey.....guys. Anything I can help y'all with?" A very confused Jackson asks them.
The girl who found him informed him, "We needed someone. You matched the description we were given, now come on, dude!"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 21, 2012 12:04:46 GMT -8
Mathew looks at Kiyr and nods.
"Now."
Mathew jumped down from his vantage point, landing in a crouch on the ground as it began to shake violently.
"Drop the goofy looking guy and no one gets hurt."
Except the goofy looking guy.
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Post by Jackson on Oct 21, 2012 12:08:44 GMT -8
The mob turns to glance at Mathew, then back at one of their members, a man who was not gifted in any way by the Tree of Beauty. They shrugged, dropped him, and continued carrying Jackson towards wherever they were going.
"WHEEEEEEEEE" shouted Jackson.
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Sív pide köd. And I Shall Choose Love.
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Post by Kyrie Blaze on Oct 21, 2012 12:10:40 GMT -8
Kiyr had glanced up and nodded at Mathew's word, her blue gaze returning to the ground, the mob, and the person that had been running.
When Mathew's next word came, she didn't nod, but leaped with him, landing in a roll and then popping up to her feet to walk casually towards the mob.
She paused as they left a member and continued carrying the funny one from the other day.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 21, 2012 12:12:10 GMT -8
Mathew blinked in confusion. They were supposed to drop Jackson, not this funny looking guy. He turned toward Kiyr and shrugged before pointing at the guy.
"You! Come with me, we are going to make you fight and join the Dragons. Your new home."
Why not?
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Post by Jackson on Oct 21, 2012 12:34:21 GMT -8
"Nigel Reginald Pormpington Dreston Jessup Cunningham XXIV. At your service, ser." Doofy speaks with a cultured british accent, as Mathew and Kiyrie could no doubt tell from his appearanceJackson continued off on his way, a cloud of dust obscuring his view of the doofy guy. |
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