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Post by mugenginga on Sept 27, 2009 13:23:11 GMT -5
(OOC: Me and FF, its a fairly crowded RP already with all our characters. XD You'll need both of our permission, but you can PM just one as we have IM)
An eastern woman of around twenty three years set down two boy sized dolls. They appeared to be made of wood, but were both pretty beat up. The one in the tattered blue chinese outfit was far more beaten, however. The back of the outfit was torn open, and a huge hole was in its back. It looked like something was housed there once upon a time. It was also missing its left hand.
The other one, dressed in a similar Chinese outfit only in yellow, looked like someone had used it for punting practice lately. It was burnt in several places and the flesh colored paint was chipping and peeling in several places. Its left hand looked in far better condition than the rest of his body.
The woman pulled out a bronze colored key from under her midnight blue yukata. There was a vaguely plantlike pattern over the top in silver. The obi itself was black, but was tyed simply to give a more casual feel. She glanced down at the yellow clothed doll as she pulled the key, almost as if she expected it to react. When it didn't, she nodded and put the key in the lock of the building, quickly unlocking the door. She placed the key back under her shirt. It wasn't his key afterall, but in his condition he was likely to misinterpert the situation. And it wasn't like she didn't have it. She just wasn't stupid enough to wave it around.
She opened the door and scooped up the two dolls and took them into the shop. She walked to a backroom and set them down. She pulled a piece of paper with archaic Chinese written on it and carefully stuck it on the forehead of the doll dressed in yellow. No need to be careless. If she remembered that man's creations right, it was a smart measure to take. She glanced sadly at the tattered blue clothed doll. The measure wouldn't need to be taken for him. She carefully picked it up and moved it to the other side of the room. If the yellow clothed one acted, it's stubborness might allow it to move. No need for the blue clothed doll to be more harmed than it already was.
She sighed and looked up, seemingly slightly startled. She glanced back at the canary hatted doll. She didn't want to leave it unattended, but it had a ward upon its forehead. She glanced in her pocket and felt the two keys inside. At least they couldn't get to those without going through her... she stepped out of the room.
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A silver haired man walked down the street. He had a black object in his hand. It looked very much like a Nintendo DS, although the logo on the top was wrong. He was wearing a charcoal black cloak of sorts with green dots on it. A close look would reveal them to be LCD-styled numbers. A weapon shop... he'd spend all day looking for it if he had to. He had a few choice words for a certain old lady...
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Sept 27, 2009 13:44:42 GMT -5
As it was, there was more than one person currently heading toward the shop. Unlike the silver haired man currently approaching, the green haired boy was only coming out of curiosity. Having arrived on the island not too long ago, and only recently having ditched a very clingy girl who seemed to be scared of her own shadow, he was looking for places to linger in for a bit, just to get the feel of the area. As he passed a store, he felt strange fonons in the air, and turned around to face it. The outside of the shop looked curious, and had items from several Earth civilizations, though Ion didn't recognize any of it.
As if that wasn't already enough motivation for Ion to check out the inside, as he stared on a sign on the door, the letters suddenly changed shape to that of the Fonic Alphabet from back home. So there was someone in this world that knew the fonic alphabet! The sign said that the store was open from 9 AM to 5 PM. Excited, though still not sure what time it was at the moment, Ion walked on inside. The bell at the door rang as he did so.
There were several weapons on the inside of the shop, though Ion didn't really care about them so much as he did a pile of tomes in a corner. He walked over to them, and looked up at the woman at the counter. He hadn't noticed her before.
"This is a nice shop you have!" Ion said.
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In the backroom, the yellow doll shuddered and groaned.
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Post by mugenginga on Sept 27, 2009 14:15:42 GMT -5
The old woman at the counter reacted to Ion's compliment. Or, that's probably what he assumed until she jerked her head back. Would it hold...? She dropped the tenseness she had adopted and turned back towards the young... man. Right, man. She chuckled for no reason obvious to Ion. He was one of the less masculine men she'd seen. He'd probably have armies of women going after him as he grew up.
"Thank you, young man. I'm sure you can find your way around. I'm terribly sorry I can't help you look, but I have something rather pressing in the back. Make sure you heed the warnings on those books. Last time someone didn't... well, it wasn't a fun time."
Ion wouldn't be able to read anything on the books, but if she had read him correctly, the young man would know some of them were magical. Hopefully he'd have enough sense to not try anything beyond glancing at them. She wasn't stupid enough to leave things that reacted to presences lying around, but if the teen got too curious he could cause issues.
She'd been too busy worrying about the dolls to realize someone with Ion's power was approaching the shop. And now she didn't have the chance to hide the stuff his power might draw him too. She was rather thankful his aura seemed more towards healing than any other power. And there was a meeting she had predicted that would be happening in a manner of minutes. One of these days she was going to find that Murphy and make him regret ever passing that Law...
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Naoya had turned a corner. He looked up and saw a little shop tucked to the side. There was a weapon hanging in the window. Madame Himitsu?
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Sept 27, 2009 14:26:16 GMT -5
As it was, Ion was currently focused on looking at some of the pictures in the tome. He may not have been able to read them, but at least he could look at the images.
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Eriol groaned, and slowly opened his eyes. Everything was... fuzzy.
Dark. Very dark. Couldn't make out anything.
He shifted his hand. It still worked. He tried shifting the other one. It didn't work either.
If dolls could feel pain, he'd be filled with a splitting pain at the moment. As it was, he couldn't.
His mind was fuzzy. He couldn't remember exactly where he was. He had... he had been at the hospital. There was a dragon. And then... nothing.
The key. The key. Where was the key?
They were both gone.
There was something on his forehead, but he couldn't reach up and grab it. There was something weighing his arms down. Probably whatever was on his forehead.
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Post by mugenginga on Sept 27, 2009 14:41:35 GMT -5
Himitsu walked into the back room and glanced at the energy the seal was putting off. It was pretty clear the doll couldn't even see her. He could probably hear her moving around, but he wouldn't be able to tell what she was moving around. Thing was, she was moving Kerro further out of sight. She spoke slowly. She was standing near Eriol.
"The more you fight, the more power it will exert. I promise I'll be back here as soon as I'm done. I won't take it well if you try to wreck anything," she tried to sound somewhat soft, but she was having issues. She could tell that Eriol had Kerro's hand, which meant he was following in his Creator's footsteps far more than he realized... in the worst possible way.
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Naoya saw the girl inside the shop. She was flipping through some book or another. It looked like the books he remembered from the dark ages. Bound in a similar fashion, as well. As it was, the shop set him on edge. He pulled open the door and stepped inside...
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Sept 27, 2009 14:50:24 GMT -5
Ion looked up as Naoya stepped in. This man looked rather strange. A bit scary, too. Though, he had to admire the cloak Naoya was wearing.
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"...fight?" Eriol groaned. He couldn't move his mouth too well either. This seal on his forehead had him completely locked to the ground. He couldn't move anything, and it was even cutting off function to his voice box, causing any other words he tried to say to become a garbled mess.
The more he tried to move, the more his vision blurred. Whoever had him here had used a high power seal, from the feel of things.
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Post by mugenginga on Sept 27, 2009 15:05:24 GMT -5
Naoya was glancing around, still unsure if this was where his cousin had gotten to. Himitsu seemed satisfied that the doll was under control and headed out of the back room. The one she had been expecting had arrived.
The silver haired man looked up at the old woman who had come into the shop. Their eyes locked, and the woman frowned. She glanced towards Ion. She had expected to be alone for the encounter with the man... nothing around it now.
"If you're here to threaten me or tell me to stay away from your brother, it is out of my hands. It is his choice if he wishes to return."
Naoya's gaze turned into a glare, "Who are you?"
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Sept 27, 2009 17:38:49 GMT -5
Ion looked up. It sounded like this man had some kind of bone to pick with the old woman. It was possible things could get violent, as on this island, everything seemed to be solved with fighting. If it came to that, he would have no choice but to fight.
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Eriol was slowly trying to reach his hand up to pull off the seal. The woman was right. The more he resisted, the harder this got. But he had to.
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Post by mugenginga on Sept 27, 2009 17:57:20 GMT -5
The woman gave a wry smile, "Someone who isn't as opposed to your goals as you might think. I'm not an angel nor am I a demon, so you can put those thoughts out of your mind, now. You're here to ask about Abel's injuries, correct?"
Naoya narrowed his gaze. She claimed not to be an angel or demon, but how the hell did she know so much. Himitsu turned towards Ion and gave a soft smile, "I apologize. Normally I'd have the shop closed before an event like this. I promise this man won't hurt you."
"What makes you think I can't?" Naoya growled.
"My own wards," Himitsu replied. She may have looked old but she spoke as if she was at the prime of her life, "Which you would do well not to challenge. If you want to know the cause of your brother's injuries, you would do well to be more polite."
If this keeps up that doll will break the seal. I can't deal with all that at once...
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Sept 27, 2009 18:04:07 GMT -5
Ion was confused, and when Himitsu apoligised to him, he said, "That's fine. I'm worthless in a fight anyways."
So this man in the cloak came to ask about his brother's injuries. The brother was called Abel. In Ancient Ispanian, that translated to "Elusive Herdsman." How interesting.
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Eriol was close now. The seal was doing its best to hold him back, but this woman underestimated the poewr of his will. He would break it. He had to.
She stole his key and she locked him in a storage room.
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Post by mugenginga on Sept 27, 2009 18:16:27 GMT -5
Naoya didn't sense any hesitation from this woman. He was good at reading people. Countless lives did that to a person, Atsuro was right about that. No, that wasn't right. He sensed some. His eyes flicked towards the back room, and the woman's almost unreadable reaction indicated he was right. Something back there had her attention split.
Himitsu nodded towards Ion and gestured towards a closed chest towards the back. She made sure she kept her eyes on Naoya as she walked behind her desk and pulled out a key, "Use this on that chest. After your brother was here I wanted to store the item, but I knew you'd be coming here. You'll know it when you see it. I don't suggest trying to take it, however. You think Abel was burned?" she shook her head, "You'll be lucky to have any functionality in your hand."
She glanced towards the back again. She walked over to Ion, "I'm sorry I'm such a terrible hostess, but it might be better if you came back at another time..."
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Sept 27, 2009 18:23:01 GMT -5
Ion had a look of innocent surprise on his face. "Why? Is something wrong?" The old woman kept glancing toward the back of the store. Was there something back there?
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Finally, Eriol managed to grab a hold of the seal, and pulled it off. It hit the ground and glowed with a purple, flamelike aura, before losing all of the energy in it, leaving only a singed, powerless spell tag. He picked it up. He could move again, and his vision was starting to come back.
He would have to give that old woman a piece of his mind.
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Post by mugenginga on Sept 27, 2009 18:38:49 GMT -5
Naoya looked at the key the woman had shoved into his hands. She wasn't trying to trap him into anything. He glanced towards her, but she seemed to be involved with the girl. He glanced towards the back room and walked towards the chest. He put in the key and twisted it, carefully lifting the lid.
And immediately pulled his hands back and let it drop. The woman turned towards him. Fact was, she hadn't been completely sure about the situation, but the mixed look of shock and rage on Naoya's face was more than enough to confirm. She opened her mouth to say something but whirled towards the back room. She'd sensed the flare of the spell tag. The doll was awake.
"You two need to leave. Now!"
Naoya reached under his cloak. Did she think he was defenseless? He didn't particularly care what was in the back room, he could handle it. His hand grasped the COMP.
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Sept 27, 2009 18:46:00 GMT -5
Ion stood up, as Eriol slammed the door open. He was still stumbling on his feet as he glared at the old woman.
"You... give me back my key..." Eriol said. To tell the truth, he looked more than a bit silly with his bird hat, which Ion would have laughed at if it weren't for the odd fonons this doll was emitting. It was most definitely a doll; its wooden joints were visible and there was something just creepy about how it moved.
Eriol climbed over the counter and looked around at everyone surrounding him before pulling a kwan dao from off a shelf. Well, at least it was a weapon he knew, even if it was a bit unwieldy, especially in an inclosed space like this.
"I said give back my key," Eriol snarled. "And where did you put Little Brother? I want him back too."
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Post by mugenginga on Sept 28, 2009 2:10:12 GMT -5
Himitsu reached under a stack of stuff and pulled out a silk Chinese fan. It was silver with gold kanji. Chinese and read "Long" on the side Eriol could see. He likely knew what it meant, especially in conjunction with the oriental gold dragon beneath the kanji. "Dragon".
"I do not wish to damage you any more than you already are. I have guests, I would like you to wait in the back."
For her apparent age, the woman was awfully spritely. Naoya flipped open his COMP and Himitsu turned her head, "Put that away! I'm not trying to fight!"
Naoya glared and showed no signs of listening to the woman as he scrowled through the screens. The doll reminded him of a golem, really. Poor Ion was pretty much left out of the entire loop. Himitsu took a stance that Eriol stood a slight chance of recognizing as an archaic form of Chinese martial arts...
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