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Post by scaleblade on Dec 29, 2006 22:04:02 GMT -5
The Manhattan river.
It was nighttime in the great city of lights and ideas: New York. On the fast paced rivers sparkled the brilliant starry reflections of the tall skyscrapers that ruled.
The waters were all at once disrupted as a piece of wood peirced the surface. The wood was followed by the rotting bow of a ship.. followed by more ship.. and more.. Water spewed out of the cannon windows as the Flyng Dutchman surfaced as if it were a living shipwreck.
The ghastly crew, comprised of a whole manner of sea creatures, all had to pause and take a gander at the new site. Never had they seen such a kingly city.. so ripe for the plundering...
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Post by JagwarKnight on Dec 29, 2006 22:05:37 GMT -5
"Welcome to the 20th Century." Demona said, wondering if her internal clock was off when she was in the world that never was... for it was still Nightfall here...
So much the better really.
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Post by scaleblade on Dec 29, 2006 22:11:10 GMT -5
Davy Jones quietly admired the landscape, finding it an ample time to pull out his favorite pipe and light it.
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Post by JagwarKnight on Dec 29, 2006 22:15:09 GMT -5
"Tell me,how good are the holds in your ship?" Demona said. "I have a few capitves in mind before we start to hunt down thies... 'Soulful'."
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Post by scaleblade on Dec 29, 2006 22:21:54 GMT -5
A tentacle took the pipe from his mouth.
"Best ye rememberin' lass, My ship is not for y'personal leisure." Smoke escaped the 'blow hole' on the side of his face. "Any prisoners you bring here are mine."
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Post by JagwarKnight on Dec 29, 2006 22:26:35 GMT -5
"Fine Fine, I'll just buy my daughter off of your hands when I'm sure things will be safe for her." Demona said with a wave of her hand as she squinted to find the first of the kiddnappies...
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Post by scaleblade on Dec 29, 2006 22:42:04 GMT -5
Davy placed his pipe back in his mouth for another lungful. He took it out and slammed the bowl on his crustaceal left hand. Then hobbles towards the crew.
Maccus approached the captain again. "What's the move?"
"We take a closer look." Jones hid his pipe on himself again.
The hammerheaded first mate gave a toothy smile.
"Y'hear that, boys!? Let's take a swim!" He announced, followed by the hoots and shouts of the other abominations. They all flooded to the side of the boat and began to jump off.
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Post by JagwarKnight on Dec 29, 2006 22:52:18 GMT -5
Demona cocked a eye ridge up.
"How offten do your men leave this ship?" she asked... when the crewmember named Wheelback answered for her.
"...? Say that Again?" Demona asked.
*****
Meanwhile...
A small portal opened above city.... and pooted out three people...
"You know, this is why I hate having to give up most of my stuff." Sora said, wishing that he was still covered in Pixe dust...
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Post by scaleblade on Dec 29, 2006 22:56:20 GMT -5
Donald was next out of the portal.. who gave a shrill shriek as he fell. He began to curse his evolution from a duck as he flapped his arms in disparity.
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Post by JagwarKnight on Dec 29, 2006 22:58:49 GMT -5
"I thought Ducks Can Fly?" Sora said as he kept trying to go into Final form, however, it looked like Roxas was still asleep in side of him...
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Post by scaleblade on Dec 29, 2006 23:00:35 GMT -5
"I'm TRYING! I'm TRYING!"
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Post by JagwarKnight on Dec 29, 2006 23:07:08 GMT -5
"And... is Goofy Napping again?" Sora asked, remeber the last time they fell from a great height, Goofy was asleep.
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Post by infusion on Dec 29, 2006 23:08:29 GMT -5
"Mebeh if you hold onto me and my head hits the ground first, then we'll be alright" Goof said coming up with some random rubbish refering back to the radiant garden incident.
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Post by JagwarKnight on Dec 29, 2006 23:12:17 GMT -5
"... Sorry, Not in the mood to rob your body again." Sora said as he started to flapp his arms now.
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Post by scaleblade on Dec 31, 2006 0:04:28 GMT -5
At the clocktower, The elder Gargoyle, Hudson, craned his aged leg onto one of the pedestals, giving himself a bit of a stretch after a good long bought of TV. Bronx, the ever-lazy, just stayed there crosseyed at the screen, half asleep.
It was a quiet night, nothing happening.. no Xanatos, no Hunters, oddly enough, no Demona.. it was just peaceful.
It was also about this time the sky seemed to rip open before Husdon's eye. A bright white portal opened up and pat out three flailing forms. Well the old gargoyle, he suddenly snapped right into action, and with movement betraying his age, he sprang out into the air to glide over to the curiousity.. and see if the falling people needed help.
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