Mark is Sitting on his Porch, Holding Aethersteel in his Hands.He Didn't Know why his Parents gave him a Golden Sword.There were Letter Carved on the Blade,Naming it Aethersteel.He Jolts Upright,And Begins running to 284 Pikeman Street.
((Cloud is right, none of us knows the power the weapons possess Known of us even know that the weapons even HAVE power yet. Please revise your post hero.))
((I trust Sustic and have RP'd with him before. Problem?))
((I don't know. At this point I regret not putting a limit on how many people could be in this. Anyone who hasn't made a post by tomorrow (I.E. Hero, Wave, and anyone else) will be knocked out. I can't just wait for everyone to get on. We'll be stuck forever.))
The woman in black ushers everyone in. "My master is almost ready. It looks like this is it for now. Please, make your way to the office down that hall. It's the second door on the left." She walks off, and disappears into a dark hall.
((I'm going toff for the night.))
I walked in after the woman, not sure why I was even doing this. I could have easily taken Fellarin back home and went to the grocery store. However, something just didn't feel right. There had to be some reason I was here with this Bo Staff. I sat on a couch near the office, making myself at home. I looked around the place as I waited for the woman's master. That was another thing: Why was he her master? Why not her boss? She couldn't be some kind of slave, could she?
Steve looked at the gauntlets, lying in his basement. Suddenly, a knife was held to the back of his neck. "Give me those gauntlets or else," the voice snarled. Steve made a move to pick up the gauntlets, but suddenly grabbed the knife, leaving a cut in his hand, and hit the intruder with it.
Cecil stands in front of the mansion contemplating weather or not he should sell the ornamental sword passed down to him by his grand father, gathering up his courage he knocks on the door and wait thinking about his grandfather, one of the few people who he loved and trusted.
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There is a city this darkness cant hide, there are the embers of a fire gone out but I can still feel the heat on my skin and this mess we're in you and, maybe you and I we can light up the night. socially awkward person coming through
Mark leans up against the wall by the office glancing at everyone around him. "Does anyone have the slightest clue why we are here?" He says with a slight sigh.
After a while of running Drake finally makes it tot he mansion. He sees quite a bit of people waiting outside the mansion. He slowly walks up the front steps and as he makes looks at everyone in a confused manner, not that he isn't confused...it's just...why are there so much people waiting at one mansion?
((Sorry for not posting, I just haven't found any inspiration because of all these one-liners are killing it. I just got one question; Would our mind tell us to bring the weapon with us?))
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
The door opens, and the woman greets the crowd of people outside. "Welcome, all of you. Believe me when I say, you are all here for a very specific reason. Come in, and allow my master to explain it." The woman backs up, allowing everyone to get through.She leads the way to the office, and opens the door for any that followed her. Shortly after, an aged man in a silk shirt and black pants, carrying an old rapier, comes up behind her. "Hello, all. I am the master of this manor. If you would all kindly step inside..." He motions to the office.
Eliot notices the people beginning to come into the office. "Good, things are starting to pick up...I hope we get an explanation."
((Yes. I'm sorry for all this beating around the bush. I will expect no one liners once the bulk of this begins.))
I looked to see the old man welcome us in. I made my way into the office after standing up. I carried Fellarin with me, surprised that I didn't feel awkward with this weapon like I had been all these years. The weapon seemed to feel right now, but why?
Drake follows the rest of the crowd inside the manor. "Awfully nice place for such an old building..." He says as he walks inside. He looks around the manor. He looks at the man with an raised eyebrow. Just now he is noticing that everyone has brought some sort of weapon with them. This just makes him more confused...
[[You were saying? :D]]
Sometimes I wonder if it's all too easy.
Lying, cheating, stealing your way to victory.
Though just how far would you fall for a dream?
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Sometimes I wonder if it's all too easy.
Lying, cheating, stealing your way to victory.
Though just how far would you fall for a dream?
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All of a sudden Drake looks in the direction of 248 Pikeman St. He then begins heading to the address in a trance like state.
I walked in after the woman, not sure why I was even doing this. I could have easily taken Fellarin back home and went to the grocery store. However, something just didn't feel right. There had to be some reason I was here with this Bo Staff. I sat on a couch near the office, making myself at home. I looked around the place as I waited for the woman's master. That was another thing: Why was he her master? Why not her boss? She couldn't be some kind of slave, could she?
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Eliot notices the people beginning to come into the office. "Good, things are starting to pick up...I hope we get an explanation."
((Yes. I'm sorry for all this beating around the bush. I will expect no one liners once the bulk of this begins.))