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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 11 2006, 02:27 PM (157 Views) | |
| Grangbok | Jan 11 2006, 02:27 PM Post #1 |
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Grangbok padded merrily down the dirt road. Today was one of his favorite holidays, and it was already on the right track. Under one arm he held a clipboard, which in turn held three sheets of paper. Each had the responsibility of remembering many different addresses. A good number of those had bad checked several tims already, but that didn't stop the goblin from adding another for the spirit of checking things. He turned around and looked at his work; an estimated thirty pigs and four boars were following him right now, with a few small farms left to stop at before they all made their way to the train station. "Me make this BEST Hog Many Day EVER!" He grinned to themself and straightened a pair of borrowed sunglasses that were obviously several sizes too large. Another farm was coming up on his left. |
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| Terel | Jan 20 2006, 04:57 PM Post #2 |
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Jack didn’t fully know what had brought him there to the outskirts of Tokyo. He had just felt like he needed a walk and with the number of students who apparently didn’t sleep he decided to walk upon the outskirts of Tokyo. He had pulled on a pair of jeans and had o a black jacket with a white shirt under it. It wasnt his usual type of style but he didn’t plan to be outside too long. He had been at the school for a good amount of time now and he was finding it almost like a home. He was actually making friends and his personality was changing slightly. It was almost scary for him. He was getting better and better at using his powers. He enjoyed the change and was scared of it. As he grew up eh would have to forget about his past. He would have to let go. All of the pain he went through and the people eh killed. He would have to let go of their memories he would have to accept eh would probably never see his foster family. No more Noel, no more Sarina, no more Rick, no more Rook, no more of any of them. He just couldn’t let go not even of the pain. It was hard for him to accept these things and he just didn’t no why. He walked down a dirt road when eh noticed a very…. Well strange site. There in front of him was what appeared to be a goblin or something with a clipboard under his arm. Now Jack instantly wondered if he was still dreaming but knew he couldn’t be for he had forgotten shoes and he could feel the cold dirt. He started wondering if this is what happened when everyone was asleep. He pushed away that rather disturbing thought and made his way forward heading towards the goblin not sure what he would say. He figured the goblin would either run away like in the stories or say something first of course he couldn’t be sure. Basically he was just going to wing it. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 26 2006, 01:53 PM Post #3 |
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(OOC: Sorry it took forever, but I'm here now...) With me hammer in me hand, me hammer in me hand, high ho the merry o a forging I will go. With me anval in my forge, with me anval in my forge, high ho the merry o a forging I will go... For the first time in awhile, Lance's mind had a tune of happyness playing through it. Toeday, he was in the outskirts of Tokyo to visit the farmers and see exactly what kind of metal tools they were looking for. He was making a tidy profit through his shop in Domino town, since most high school students at the local school couldn't wait to get their hands on a sword or some weapon of the like. Lance had even dressed up today, for his was wearing clean black slacks and a simple green long sleeve shirt. Over the long sleeve shirt was his infameous orange vest, but it too had been cleaned of all previous burns tears and dirt patches. Today would be his first day at playing business man, seeing if he could expand the forge's clintel beyond just high school students in need of death makers. As Lance walked slowly up the dirt road, he noticed a small, green creature opening a fence and letting the hogs loose. Best part of it all was that the little green man was wearing sunglasses ten sizes to big, making him look like some idiot tourist that was releasing livestock. Another man was walking on the road also, just ahead of him... it seemed he too had spotted the creature. Now the lad had spotted the green guy and was walking toward him, making Lance wonder whether this man with the black jacket worked or owned a farm out here. "Bloody hell, where's Eona when I need her.... oh right, she's gone..." Lance half muttered aloud, which for someone who is seven foot two meant anyone in a fifty foot radius would have heard him. If they turned to look, they would notice a clean shaven Scot with raven black hair and muscles to match his size. There also seemed to be a warhammer of sorts on his back, which was of course Lance's trusty forging and fighting hammer. Realizing he'd been so loud, the Scot gave a nervous sort of half smile and waited to see if the others noticed. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 26 2006, 02:09 PM Post #4 |
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Some was listening Eona had followed Lance seeing as how she ad been gone and finally returned she needed to find her friend Lance the Scotsman through the shadows she had followed his all the way from AHS and planed to sneak up on him when he least expected and this was definitely and opportunity for her to do so. “I am right here my dear friend,” she was so pleased to have found him she as was usual tackle hugged the big man. Although in the running jumping some how she managed to blow out another of her flip flops as Americans call them. Never the less she was happy to see him. She was wearing her typical green leather jacket with too many pockets and her now rather disheveled favorite pair of black capris pants although she had gained a few scars since the last time she had seen Lance she was no different, maybe more wise than before but no different otherwise. She had also noticed the rather peculiar sight that lance was gazing at a small thing with pigs following it this was a most peculiar sight if she ever did see one. Not only had she never seen a goblin before but let alone with pigs following it. She chuckled to herself never the less |
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| Grangbok | Feb 17 2006, 10:40 PM Post #5 |
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OOC: Sorry for the delay, college keeping me busy and what not. Time to get back to work! Grangbok surveyed the scene and grunted loudly, things were starting to get complicated. Not that he didn't expect some resistance at some point, but more time would have been nice to get the pigs lined up for a charge. He gave everyone an appraising look and pushed his glasses farther up his nose. Allowing a minute to pass, he blinked with more emphasis at them all while he shuffled backwards; he would have to do something drastic. A quick hop and scramble gained him seating on the lead boar, a monster of a pig with hooked tusks; He tapped the right side of the creature with his foot to prepare it for the next phase of the new plan. A shuffling snort spread between all of the animals, followed by brief silence and anticipation while Grangbok sucked in a lungs worth of air and grabbed the tusks. "CHARGE DA SMELLY MEAT BAGS!" The shout echoed quickly back, and in a second they were stampeding along the road with reckless abandon. Three people were still in the way, so he spurred the lead hog and shouted a stream of rude words while his horde of beasts rampaged towards the obstacles. |
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