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Post by Ayen on Apr 2, 2012 14:44:48 GMT -6
“Oi, Ami! Long time no see.”201 approached Aminee and Sam and embraced Aminee in a hug, giving her a few strong pats on the back before letting her go and smiling. Happy to see her old bunk mate back in one piece. “I heard you had quite the wild ride after going undercover in Moon Valley. Even found time to take a detour into Jherrazad. We need to sit down later so you can tell me all about it.”201's eyes then looked down to see Sam by Aminee's side. “Who's the little guy?”
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Post by shireling on Apr 2, 2012 18:37:02 GMT -6
"That sounds awfu-" Sam began, but stopped as a girl rushed over to them. After an exclamation of greeting, she hugged Animee, then turned to Sam. Sam was never one to trust strangers, but he supposed if Animee knew her, it was safe. "My name is Samwise Gamgee, known by Sam to most." he answered.
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Post by Aminee Starlight on Apr 3, 2012 13:00:01 GMT -6
Aminee squirm a bit when she was pulled into the hug against her will. 201 knew full well that the Pop Idol didn't like to be touched for what she considered to be painfully obvious reasons but that didn't seem to ever register with 201. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe the point behind it was to help Aminee get used to making human contact with other people again without falling to the horrible memories of that day in the prison. The woman always did work in mysterious ways, which was pretty much code for asshole but who's keeping track?
The Pop Idol laughed nervously however when she referred to Sam as 'little' but the man didn't seem to mind it so no harm, no foul. "I found him while out on patrol. There should be another man by the name of Grimm who will be coming here later. You can't miss him, he takes a scythe everything he goes. I know what you're going to say but I had no choice. I couldn't just leave them out there."
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Post by Ayen on Apr 3, 2012 19:10:53 GMT -6
"My name is Samwise Gamgee, known by Sam to most."
“201.”
She said in greeting while shaking Sam's hand and looking back to Aminee.
"I found him while out on patrol. There should be another man by the name of Grimm who will be coming here later. You can't miss him, he takes a scythe everything he goes."
“Grimm? And people say my name is weird.”
"I know what you're going to say but I had no choice. I couldn't just leave them out there."
“What was I going to say? Because I think you have me mixed up with someone uptight and Asian.”
201 turned her attention back to Sam.
“All right, what do you need to know? I had to live in this hellhole so I can let you in on all the wonderful crappy details.” |
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Post by shireling on Apr 3, 2012 21:25:18 GMT -6
Sam took out a long, slender wooden pipe and a match. He struck a match ad prodded the leaves inside, and the smell of tobacco smoke filled the air. Sam took a long drag and puffed out the smoke, looking at it almost complacently as it rose in the air. He clamped the stem of the pipe between his teeth ad observed 201. "First off, just as I said to Mr. Grimm, I'm perfectly able to take care of meself, and have been doing so for years, thank'ee very much. So, what is it that you're trying to do here? Rebel? I see the leaders here are rotten." Sam spoke in his rough accent, reccolecting Animee's not-so-fond words on the matter. His hazel eyes widened as he heard 201 refer to te base as a hell-hole. She wasn't keen on the place, apparently. "How do you reckon? This place dosn't seem that bad..." Sam remarked, glancing about.
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Post by grimmhallows on Apr 3, 2012 21:34:06 GMT -6
-Meanwhile, in the Library-
Grey the Grimm was looking through his jacket once more, and stuffing several different books, pens and odd bits and bobs from his drawer, before finally loading up on ammunition; one thing he hated was that he had to enchant all his bullets one by one, since simply duplicating them in his jacket weakened the magic on the runic bullets.
He shook his head, and uttered a few curses, followed by " . . . nuisance of a weapon, that's what it is."
Loading a full clip into the slightly longer barreled pistol, he checked dilligently over his scythe's blade and shrugged at the polish; his ritual after visiting his sisters grave.
Finding that he was once more ready for the streets of Isafaro, he grimaced slightly at an unpolished part of the grip of his gun, and sighed, looking closely at the scratched initial "L".
Opening a portal into the dark void, he left the library, and began walking it's corridors; the shadows guiding only the way he needed, if not always wanted.
Stepping back into the streets into the bustling city, he gave a small shrug at the warehouse, and he walked up. He was about to knock when he heard a slight pitch at least 6 octaves above middle C; a sign some sort of machinery was at work. He attempted to grab the door, and quickly realised that it wasn't a door; just a thin fabric of illusion. Grimm chuckled lightly as he confidently stepped through, checking his jacket and pulling out a small watch; only half an hour had passed, at max, since he left.
"Tch, even the time in the dark void is out, since the joining. What a nuisance" he mused to himself, before being greeted by two rather unfriendly looking guards.
"Where's the miniature and the girl then? Supposed to be showing off this little base to me, or some such."
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Post by Aminee Starlight on Apr 4, 2012 15:24:23 GMT -6
Aminee took a step back away from the path of the smoke. Normally she wouldn't have wanted to be in the same room as a smoker but time here has changed that and she took up the habit herself, with cigarettes not a smoke pipe or anything heavier, just one of many different ways to help her with her issues. Which 201 was more than happy to oblige her when she needed one. "She didn't mean the base, Sam. She meant the city."
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Post by Ayen on Apr 4, 2012 21:52:11 GMT -6
"First off, just as I said to Mr. Grimm, I'm perfectly able to take care of meself, and have been doing so for years, thank'ee very much. So, what is it that you're trying to do here? Rebel? I see the leaders here are rotten."
“That would be the short version of the story. We're a small organization of information retrievers, recruitment and tactical advancement meant to undermine and compromise the security of the current oppressive government.”
"How do you reckon? This place dosn't seem that bad..."
"She didn't mean the base, Sam. She meant the city."
“What she said. This place here isn't so bad once you get used to the smell.”
Beep, beep!
201 pulled a radio from her pocket and held it up to her mouth, “Sup?”
Captain, we had an unidentified man breach the secret wall!
“Does he have a scythe?”
Uh... Yeah...
“Let him through.”
But Captain–!
“Let him through!”
Yes, Captain...
“Looks like your friend made it,” said 201 while putting away her radio. |
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Post by grimmhallows on Apr 5, 2012 3:20:24 GMT -6
Grey's smirk was probably the first thing anyone really noticed about the youth; his arrogant, cocky and overconfidence evident in even the way he held the scythe; before he withdrew it from sight. Shaking his head and shrugging, he walked right up to the hobbit, and dropped to his level; something of an accomplishment for the tall Grey.
"Still got my book, miniature? Better not have lost it while I was gone . . . " his face darkening with each inch that he closer to the floor.But before Sam could react, Grey grinned cheerfully and slapped him lightly on the back, chuckling.
"Don't worry! I'm just joking around. I can tell you both still got my book, which is good."
He quickly moved to lightly greet the Pop idol before grinning wickedly and bowing rather low to 201. He held his bow for a good five seconds, before formally introducing himself, and as he did speak, he acted rather pleasant; odd given his usually unpredictable tone and mannerisms.
"Salutations, and fair evening to you. No doubt the other two have somewhat explained a fraction of my existence.
My name is Grey, though most call me Grimm. Reaper, musician, and owner and caretaker of the Great Library. And with that, I bid to know your name as well, since I anticipate we will often see each other." Grey said, his tone rather flamboyant.
He Stretched slightly, but seemed to refrain from doing too much so; his grin shifting to more of what might have been a polite smile, rather than the mocking smirk.
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Post by Ayen on Apr 5, 2012 21:56:40 GMT -6
201 looked over to Grey as he entered and observed the way he interacted with the others before he addressed her directly.
"Salutations, and fair evening to you. No doubt the other two have somewhat explained a fraction of my existence. My name is Grey, though most call me Grimm. Reaper, musician, and owner and caretaker of the Great Library. And with that, I bid to know your name as well, since I anticipate we will often see each other."
“201, as in the two hundredth number after one. Soldier, Captain and co-owner of the great laboratory of smells.”
201 said in introduction before looking over to Aminee.
“You always run into all the interesting people. We should hang out more.” |
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Post by shireling on Apr 6, 2012 9:18:50 GMT -6
"I have your ring here, mr. Grey. I didn't lose it." Sam said, holding up the ring like a token of triumph, proof that he had kept his word. He looked up at 201 respectfully. She was a captain of this place? Sam nervously attempted to smooth his mop of red hair, but to no avail. It stayed untidy as ever, even if Sam was in the presence of someone higher ranked than him.
Sam chuckled and hid a grin behind his hand as he observed the way Grey acted towards 201. It was very amusing, not to mention downright hilarious, to see the normally ego-centric Grey act with so much respect towards another person. Sam took another quick puff from his pipe, shook his head disbelievingly, and sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning his head against the wall.
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Post by Aminee Starlight on Apr 6, 2012 11:17:15 GMT -6
"Good to see you, Grimm. I was beginning to think you got lost." She still had no idea what this 'Great Library' was supposed to be but she dismissed it as a fact she more than likely didn't want to know. 201 and Grimm almost appeared to be cut from the same cloth with the way they interacted with one another. Would that be from the cloth of insanity? The Pop Idol asked herself in thought as she looked back down to Sam who seemed to be relaxed and enjoying his smoke pipe before replying to 201. "Yeah... What can I say I'm a magnet when it comes to these things." More often than not it never led to anything good.
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Post by grimmhallows on Apr 7, 2012 0:43:13 GMT -6
Grey tossed the young lady a rather cheeky smirk, and shrugged his shoulders.
"You mean it's not the first time you've brought back a reaper and a gnome?"Grey then quickly looked to Sam, and shook his head, and corrected himself.
"Sorry, hobbit was it? Eh, miniatures! So many of the things. useful in some situations, not so much in others. . . . " Grey nodded in a sort of proud approval of the young man; almost a sort of informal salute even.
Grey walked rather cautiously close to the captain now; leaning in quite close, and looking a tad bit sheepish to boot; his face was sort of more serious, and he was hardly joking when he asked his next question.
"Miss Captain 201, might you have a library; a real library with books and such? I dislike the fake books you call Compu-thingomajiggies. They don't work, and you can't even turn the pages without snapping something clean in half, since they are so brittle."
He didn't exactly shy away, and seemed rather intent on an answer; even his eyes seemed a bit vulnerable at the now obvious weakness to a book leather binding and well curved scripture. Sadly, this was actually normal behavior, and was in fact how he'd found half the libraries in Isafaro; his ability to make tense situations worse somewhat known throught several back alley bars in the less developed area's of the city.
It was almost a burning stare, and as Grey waited anxiously, he was also looking cautiously for the reactions of the others; he'd yet to learn of the worlds social conventions; his image of the world originally conjured by his imagination and books.
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Post by shireling on Apr 7, 2012 22:45:30 GMT -6
Sam stiffened and glared darkly at Grimm, looking murderous. "Hobbit." he muttered furiously. "You might not know, mr. Grimm, but Hobbits can go days on end walkin' with no food or rest, generally speakin'. It would do you good to see us Hobbits in action before ya start swaggering like that." Sam said, glaring up at Grimm. His voice was low with malice. Sam hated being overlooked simply because of his size. Ever since he had set foot in this town it seemed that he was always shot a rude state or disrespectful murmur and he was sick of it, especially when he took into account the wars and situations he had been in.
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Post by Ayen on Apr 8, 2012 23:42:38 GMT -6
"Miss Captain 201, might you have a library; a real library with books and such? I dislike the fake books you call Compu-thingomajiggies. They don't work, and you can't even turn the pages without snapping something clean in half, since they are so brittle."
201 blinked blankly towards Grey. Sounds like someone never seen a computer before. Raising up her right hand, 201 pointed her thumb behind her.
“We have a small library in the back that we use for research. Knock yourself out.” |
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