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Post by GBird on Jan 28, 2006 16:00:12 GMT -5
Sarge coughed as dust from the ground stirred up, as he stepped into the graveyard. Doing nothing but a routine tour, Sarge was just making sure that no Evil Mages, Thieves, or anything of the like were there. Sure, even if there weren't, they posed no direct threat to Sarge, or anyone else. But Sarge liked to do it, just for the heck of it. He snapped the barrel of his new Double-barrelled Shotgun down, loaded into two shells, and snapped it back up. He looked around. Beside for a few Crows that were almost glaring at him, the place seemed pretty quiet. Which is always good news when you're in a graveyard.
Gary arrived less than a minute later. However, he wasn't armed, just bored. Days of having nothing to do, except either poking Alien or poking Sarge, (Both of which resulted in painful consequences) had gotten the better of him, and he'd followed Sarge out to the graveyard, just because he was bored.
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Post by Desdemona on Jan 28, 2006 16:07:24 GMT -5
Walking behind Sarge, as usual, followed Jessy, sensing his every move with interest. Right now she was about 13, and she had on her bandages, all nice and new. She wore green jeans and a black t-shirt. Her hightops were checkered, redundantly, green and black. Only one thing was different about her, and that was because she had gained blades from her mother, and she had them attached to her arms at this moment, smiling at the knowing that she could finally lift them.
Daray was already in the graveyard, leaning against a monument, hidden from the other three. She was just there, leaning on that statue of a boy that, when the moss was removed, looked like her. She let herself slide down to the ground, eyes closed. She was very tired, and soon just fell asleep with a sun hat covering her face.
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Post by GBird on Jan 28, 2006 16:11:46 GMT -5
Sarge paused, growling quietly. "Why did you two follow me?" He asked, without even turning around to look at either Gary or Jessy. "Is there a reason, or do the two you just like being a pair of idiots?" He leant on his shotgun with his elbow, and lit up a cigarette.
Gary completely ignore Sarge, and had become interested in a gravestone to his left. Shaped like a cross, there seemed to be something wrong with it... Teeth marks, and the text didn't fit at all. It wasn't a Cross-shaped gravestone. It was an arch-shaped one BITTEN into the shape of a cross.
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Post by flamingshadows on Jan 28, 2006 16:16:07 GMT -5
Monica was at the farthest end of the graveyard, sitting. She held a red gem in her hand, which seemed to glow the closer it got to anyone. Exept Monica, which was why it was'nt glowing. She wore a red and black armor today, rather than her casual clothing. In the hand that was'nt occupied with holding the stone, she was beginning to cast a spell. A necromancer-type spell.
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Post by Desdemona on Jan 28, 2006 16:16:30 GMT -5
Jessy whimpered, shrinking away from Sarge. "I just wanted to spend time with you..." she said, then walked to Gary, hugging his arm. Looking to Gary.. wait... Turning to Gary, she paused, and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Daray heard the voices, and picked up her head. Looking around the statue, she just peered at them, glaring.
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Post by GBird on Jan 28, 2006 16:24:06 GMT -5
Gary pointed at the gravestone. "This has been chewed... But these teethmarks don't look like wolven ones... or Alien's..." He scratched his chin, looking at the marks.
One of the crows flew down and landed by Sarge's foot, pecking his leg. Although Sarge barely felt any pain from the crow's pathetic attack, he still saw it fit to spend two Shells to blast the poor bird to bits.
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Post by Desdemona on Jan 28, 2006 16:31:29 GMT -5
Daray glared at all three, then sat with her back fully against the base of the statue. Really, she wasn't in a good mood. Seeing that fur had started sprouting on her face, arms, and legs, one could understand why.
Jessy moved foreward, reaching a hand out to touch the stone.
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Post by GBird on Jan 28, 2006 16:37:02 GMT -5
Sarge folded his arms, looking around.
Gary thought. "Wonder what sort of creature could've bitten through it so easily..."
However, they were all being watched, by a little girl in a hedge, peering out through a hole in the leaves. She was no more than eight, and had short black hair, and piercing red eyes, and an eyepatch. The odd thing about the eyepatch,though, was that it covered part of her forehead, rather than her eye, yet she adjusted it as though it was on an eye. Her clothes were very basic, a black T-shirt and black trousers. No shoes, yet her feet weren't even bruised. She looked around the graveyard, looking from one person to the next.
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Post by Desdemona on Jan 28, 2006 16:40:26 GMT -5
Daray blinked, sleepily, looking around as if sensing someone was there, but she could not get up and look for, soon after thinkin about doing so, she dozed off once more.
Jessy turned herself into an seven year old, holding Gary's hand as she touched the stone, curiously. "Demons wouldn't have bitten it like this.. So..." Jessy was saying, mumbling on. She still had the bandages one her eyes, though she didn't quite need them at this age as she did as she got older for as she grew, her eyes worsened.
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Post by GBird on Jan 28, 2006 16:47:08 GMT -5
Gary shrugged. "Well, whatever it is, I doubt it's nothing to be concerned about." He told Jessy.
Sarge rolled his eyes, reloading the shotgun. He took a seat on an unused Gravestone, folding his arms.
The girl had pulled out a small crossbow, and loaded the bolt, peering down the site, taking careful aim.
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Post by Desdemona on Jan 28, 2006 16:54:41 GMT -5
Jessy started freaking out. She was quivering, tail between her legs, looking around terrified. She bit her bottom lip, her hands fiddling with eachother. It wasn't long until Jessy's lip was bleeding, and she was holdign onto Gary's arm, whimpering.
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Post by GBird on Jan 29, 2006 14:27:14 GMT -5
Gary looked down at Jessy, concerned, and stroked her hair. "Don't worry. If anything like that comes near you, I'll blast it to pieces."
Sarge rolled his eyes, but stopped, hearing something. Keeping his head still, his eyes darted around quickly, looking for the sound. His eyes widened, and he kicked against the gravestone, jumping forward, and snatching the crossbow bolt as it whizzed in midair. He held the bolt in midair for a few moments, before looking at Gary and Jessy. Had the bolt gone a little longer, it would've gone straight into Jessy's ear. He snapped the bolt in two. "You two really should be more careful."
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Post by Desdemona on Jan 29, 2006 15:31:32 GMT -5
Jessy yelped, burrying her face into Gary's jacket. "I knew something was going to happen like that.." She muttered, still shaking.
Daray snapped awake, listening. She didn't move, acting as though still asleep, but listening carefully.
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