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Post by "The Priest" on May 25, 2006 17:25:35 GMT -5
With the bustle of people to and fro, mages and apprentices alike, magic users and merchants, and the occasional crazy person spewing fire from his ears, the Nameless man walked.
Strapped to his back was the giant relic he carried everywhere with him, a Totem with the Winged Jewel emblazoned upon the top. His impressive bulk caused a rift in the tide of people as they maneauvared around his large, slow moving form.
His hat was tipped such that the brim cast a shadow over the bulk of his face, only his mouth visible, which was firmly shut into a neutral line. His hair swished behind him, causing a ruffling, due to the amount of it. His tails trailed behind him, part of his ceremonial costume, as he was "The Priest", and thats probably how he was known that way.
He grumbled as a younger child bounced off of him. The kid looked up, frightened, and caught a glimpse of the man's face. It wasn't anything terrible, but for a man that is 4 feet taller than you, with a look of disgust and anger, you'd be afraid too. The kid ran off, his tail between his legs.
The man kept walking, until coming upon a stand, which sold noodles. Ordering some, he payed for it with a small gem, which was worth more than the entire stand. He ate the bowl, and ordered another, which was graciously 'on the house'. Downing that, he left, and stood against a building. Well, as much as anyone could stand against something with a 7 foot piece of metal strapped to their back.
((Open to everyone and anyone... get to know me, i'm actually quite nice.))
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Post by Midnight on May 25, 2006 17:35:40 GMT -5
Joseph had been strolling along a street trying to get used to the city. This was imply his first time in a magically founded populace and wasn't used to it. Oh sure his father had taken him underground at are 51 once to meet some of the older gunmages who'd signed on with D-13, but that was hardly as big as this place. Not to mention those spooks were trying to assimilate magic too much with technology, at least for Midnight's tatse. The gunmage shrugged. Who knows, maybe they'll pull it off someday and develope a Techno Socerer. That'd certainly be interesting.
Joseph halted as he thought he recognized someone. A large man in a wide brimmed hat, carrying a large totem. That's not what caught the gunmages eyes though, it was the structure of his chin. It looked so much like his uncle. Joseph strolled up to the man and rather impolitely peeked into the shadow of his brimmed hat. "Nope, guess you're not my uncle. You sure look a lot like him though. Dressed like you're from the old west."
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Post by "The Priest" on May 25, 2006 17:42:01 GMT -5
The man looked down toward the slick looking young man. He seemed to be magical, of some sort, and also seemed to be technical, also of some sort.
He spoke to him, in a thick, almost Russian sounding accent.
I have no family. Sorry to dissapoint. You look young. A technology offspring. Bah...
Then, almost too casually, he reached toward his ears. He removed the earbuds from his iPod, an almost terrible allusion to the man's ironic nature.
Whats your name, hey?
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Post by Midnight on May 25, 2006 17:56:54 GMT -5
Joseph chuckled as he saw the head phones. "The name's Joseph Midnight, and I guess you're right about the tech. I'm a gunmage. Though it doesn't seem like you're to antagonistic towards electronics, Mr...?" he said with a friendly tone of voice. Heh so he wasn't his uncle, it would have been odd to find the man here anyway. Odd? More like dangerous. His uncle was currently having problesm with some of the rival houses. He apparently cursed one of the family heads with something nasty.
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Post by "The Priest" on May 25, 2006 18:01:29 GMT -5
The man looked down at the headphones resting across his coat's collar. He shrugged, which, in of itself, was more than just a mere shrug, and then looked back at the man.
They call me, "The Priest" I don't know why, honestly.
So... Whats your name? Where do you hail from?
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Post by Midnight on May 25, 2006 18:16:01 GMT -5
The gunmage cocked his head. Ok that was odd. Maybe the man just did hear him when he'd said his name.
"The name is Joseph Midnight, and hail from...well I grew up in Navada in a gunmage school. I just recently moved up here to attend the Academy" he answered as the emblem on his back began to itch. His revolver was feeling nervous. Unsure why, Joseph stroked its handle to calm it. he didn't get the same feeling from this guy. Sure he was dark, but that didn't necessarily mean evil at all.
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Post by "The Priest" on May 25, 2006 18:24:54 GMT -5
((Ha, isn't it awesome. He's so dumb, yet he's intelligent. He's hipocritical, I know you said your name, I don't want you to feel wierd that I'm oblivious or something... its part of his character))
He grumbled something incoherent, possible in another language other than English. He itched at his waist, and the glimmering handle of a 9mm semi-automatic pistol shimmered for a second.
America, hey? Me? I'm from Russia. Motherland, ahh, but, I was from Russia. Family died, in some incident. I don't remember, even though it wasn't that long ago.
You seem like a weapon user... Gunmage, yes? Me... Holy Necromancer He gave a chortle of a laugh, Yes, I raise the dead, but stop them from dieing... A somewhat sad existance.
Hey, enough depressing talk. Join me for a drink? Of course... this is my first time... You know of any place, or perhaps anyone that does know a place?
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Post by Midnight on May 25, 2006 18:40:43 GMT -5
Joseph laughed. Now he got it. This guy must speak English as a second language. Midnight would have to speak his words clearer so the guy could understand him. And the Necromancing explain the nervousness. It was advanced magic, tech spirits were always nervous around the stuff.
The gunmage slapped a hand on the guy's shoulder. "You know what Priest, I like your style. I am new to the city as well, but I am more than willing to help you find a bar...so long as you buy mind you, I'm not sure what the drinking age is up on this island." he said to the big man. He may not have been his uncle, but he seemed like he enjoyed bars just as much as him.
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Post by "The Priest" on May 25, 2006 19:52:31 GMT -5
The man smiled. It was a rare occurance, and the feeling of it was the same as if you made a silverback guerilla smile. Punching the man lightly, IE: barely enough to not break a bone, he laughed, and the two men together walked down the street.
Within a few occurances of asking people, they arrived in a standard looking bar. The two sat down, and He ordered a round of straight whiskey, followed by two frosty mugs.
So, how old are you, anyways? Me... 30 something....
Also new to the island? Me too. I came here... I need to refine my magic.... Kinda loose cannon, thats why I carry this thing He nudges with his shoulders toward the totem, which shuddered in response. Useless piece of steel, if you ask me...
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Post by Midnight on May 25, 2006 21:15:20 GMT -5
Taking down his shot of whisky and moving onto his beer quickly Joseph laughed with his new friend. "Yes, I'm new. Just got here the other day. As for my age...19. Like I said, I'd buy a round, but I'm not sure what's legal up here. You know how American lawmakers can be. The stuffy lot of elderly."
The gunmage liked this guy. Though there was a minor communications gap, he seemed friendly enough. He was like most people "from the old country", loving the simple things...in particulare alcohol, and when it came to modern American youth, that was certainly something they had in common. "So priest, I know you can't remember some things...but what made you get into necromancy? Raising the dead is kinda rough business."
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Post by "The Priest" on May 26, 2006 8:51:03 GMT -5
Flashes of his family spread through his mind. Attached to them were almost sickening splatterings of blood, as though he were looking at a family album that had been deluted with the thing that made people what they are.
He shook his head, and then drained half the tankard of the beer. He absently wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
Oh... Well, it happened when I was given these. He produces from his belt the dual 'Silver-ballers', 9mm Beretta pistols. They used bullets that were of the Priests own concoction, part copper, part silver, along with some holy water, and single fragment of wood, encased inside, so when the bullet impacted with the body, the wood shard would shoot forth, and, if aimed properly, be able to take down a vampire. Its amazing how easy it is to kill something you once loved. See, I had these, and I was looking at them once, when I shot a dog I had been taking care of. I was aiming it, and he jumped onto me, and the gun twisted down, and -pow-, I caught him righ in the neck. I immediatly froze the body, as I knew there were people and ways to bring him back...
So, I delved into the science myself, and I was somewhat succesfull...
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Post by Midnight on May 26, 2006 10:41:03 GMT -5
Joseph nodded as he took a gulp from his mug. He recognized some hidden pain in the man's tone of voice. So much pain at this academy, or perhaps the gunmage was just somehow attracted to people who felt it. What a conundrum that would prove. A man who despises causing pain because he feels the pain of others, is actually attracted to people who's lives are filled with it. He shook his head a bit, maybe he was getting a little drunk because that didn't make much sense. These were rather big mugs afterall.
"So Priest, what is that thing on your back anyway? I know you said it helps you with your powers...but what is it?" he asked diverting his thoughts with questions for his comrade.
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Post by "The Priest" on May 26, 2006 18:22:24 GMT -5
After finishing a long gulp, he sucked in his breath, and stifled a burp. It wasn't so much a stifle, as it was a silencer, and it didn't help much.
He kept his gaze forward, seemingly staring through the wall.
I have no idea.
Honestly, I found it in a temple, buried in a cavern in Northern Latvia. I was trying to resurrect a skeleton there, when I cast it, and the skeleton exploded. This 'thing' reanimated the damned thing, but each shard had a life of its own. I'm guessing its some sort of Focusing thing, I've just to be careful. Thats why I carry it. Without it.. He shrugged, and snickered, I'd be nothing but the biggest mafioso on this island.
But, enough about me. Tell me something about you...
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Post by Midnight on May 27, 2006 1:15:07 GMT -5
Joseph leaned back in his chair and took a gulp from his mug. "Hmm, something about me..." he muttered to himself. A thought enetered his head as he remembered something from the other day. He laughed at himself then looked up at the guy, "Not sure what to tell you about me, but I'm on a little quest and maybe you could help. Tell me Priest, since you've lived longer than I, have you ever heard of any place where a guy could find a rare cooking spice. The rarer the better. Hell even a legend might help."
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Post by "The Priest" on May 27, 2006 10:51:54 GMT -5
The man rubbed his chin, in thought. He had travelled, quite a way, all over. He had been throughout Russia, throughout Europe, and a very brief stint in the America's.
But one place came to mind.
Your American, aren't you? You should know that the Middle East is one of the most prominent Spice areas ever. That, and most of Western Asia. Otherwise, *Shrug* I don't know what to tell you friend.
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