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Post by 「 Thane 」 on Nov 14, 2009 18:19:29 GMT -5
"Bah, that's disappointing..." Thane muttered, pulling out the postcard held within the safe.
"Trust in the judgment of a madman..."
Nothing clicked. The smith sighed, showing the postcard to Leo. "Got any ideas? So far, Callix's given us three clues. Haberdashery, Second District and 10-6, and this." Walking over to the raised wall, he hopped over it again, sitting on its ledge.
'Haberdashery... Wasn't there another clothing shop in Traverse Town? We could head into Second District and search, but 10-6 and the most recent clue still aren't clicking...'
"Hey, Leo. How about we check out Second District? We might run into the shopkeeper or whatnot..." He trailed off, leaving the decision to her this time around. |
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Post by Beaver Dude on Nov 14, 2009 18:47:36 GMT -5
"Oh. Those scraps of paper were... clues?"
Leo's eye narrowed. She pursed her lips, contemplating how elaborate this entire game was. All in all, it seemed terribly... unlikely, that Callix had the power to set this all up at a moment's notice. Was this all some elaborate game of some sort, concocted in advance and then set up to spring on hapless tourists? Thane had said he was new in town, and so was she. She hadn't heard of a 'Callix' but it might have been a pseudonym.
Still. The munny had been real enough. And if she could get a better idea of the lay of the land, she might be able to find Master Reilonde more easily. It'd be alright to play along. For now.
"Sounds like a plan." [/size] |
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Post by 「 Thane 」 on Nov 14, 2009 18:57:06 GMT -5
The agreement made, Thane hopped to his feet, walking down the short path that led from their current location to the doors of Second District. A sigh blew out of his lips as he walked, and he jammed his gloved hands into his pockets.
"That was the best lead I had, too. What a shame!" he told himself, shaking his head. Considering the time, it surely had to be some ungodly hour past 1 AM by now. He could be in bed right now, but he still wasn't quite feeling fatigued enough... He cocked his head back to watch Leo following behind him.
"You said you were new in Traverse Town, didn't you? Has anyone yet told you about the infamous Postcard Game that goes around here?" It was a bemusing game, one well worth the rewards if you were patient enough to go scouring the world for the postcards.
Not unlike this little scavenger hunt set up for the duo... |
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Post by Beaver Dude on Nov 14, 2009 19:06:18 GMT -5
Surprised by the sudden change in topic, Leo put two and two together and made a small 'oh' with her lips.
"So that's why you went to check the postal office..."
Thinking back to the scribbles she considered the advisability of mentioning to the blacksmith that they were being sent on a wild goose chase. There had been such things where she'd lived. She nodded at his question before asking:
"I thought you said you were new to town...?" [/size] |
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Post by 「 Thane 」 on Nov 14, 2009 19:10:44 GMT -5
"Huh, me?" Thane chuckled and shook his head, removing his left hand from his pocket to wave off the inquiry. "I've been here many times in the last three years, though never for very long. I travel across the worlds all year long; I don't have anywhere I can tie myself down to and call home."
A moment of singular thought: Thane too considered that perhaps this was all some huge game of folly, and that the two were making fools out of themselves by running around after Callix's blades. Oh well.
Regardless.
The blacksmith pushed the gates open to the Second District, stepping through into the sector's bounds. He was treated to a calm view; again, there were no Heartless hanging around. A commodity in itself. |
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Post by lysander on Nov 14, 2009 20:18:11 GMT -5
Sure Lysander had been prepared for a game, with all the slips of different paper in his pack, and the pen, and the spots hidden away around the town to keep his cleavers. But these were things he noticed on a daily basis for his own paranoia's sake. Did they really think that this was difficult for him to put together? Maybe he was just young and pretty, but was it really all that unbelievable he had telekinetic abilities superior to the average cowboy? Lysander smirked... Of course he was getting a little help...
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The gates to the second district were thrown open, and the entire place looked empty. Deserted even. It was as if no people ever lived here, and the note on the desk of Cid's shop was easily fabricated. To their left was a road leading to the motel, and the clocktower entrance. Their right was a shoe store and a store named Dress and Suit with a wild looking man above it in neon lights who wore a green hat upon his head. A luggage store was just after that. All the doors to the buildings in town were thrown wide open.
20 Turns
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Post by Beaver Dude on Nov 14, 2009 20:34:25 GMT -5
Leo's good eye was immediately and quite forcibly grasped by what had to be the most godawful advertising scheme in the history of a good many worlds. That there was pretty... well, strange was certainly one way of defining it.
"Didn't you mention hatshop before?" She quizzed the blacksmith curiously. |
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Post by 「 Thane 」 on Nov 14, 2009 20:35:34 GMT -5
Thane slapped a palm to his face.
"Figures. Of course it'd be this place... Well, that's where we should head. I can't believe I'd thought of Cid's shop before this... Wild man indeed."
Without further ado, Thane motioned to the clothing shop ahead, dragging his feet as he berated himself one last time for missing on what should have been the obvious. |
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Post by lysander on Nov 14, 2009 20:59:13 GMT -5
[From now on, my decisions on whether or not a turn counts towards your time limit will change. This will be a good thing for you, but keep an eye on it. Additionally, each successful cleaver capture will result in a time limit boost. Good Luck.] Several minutes had passed since the duo had left, and Lysander hoisted his duffel bag onto his shoulder, leaving the park bench. Surely this game could be more interesting if he were to take a more hands on approach.
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The duo made their way to the Dress and Suit, and should they choose to enter, would notice there were several mannequins were standing around in various costumes. Some might even look familiar, but all were vastly different. One wore a green, choppy garb, while another wore a turban and cape. In fact, there was a different outfit for not only Peter Pan and Aladdin, but Dopey Dwarf, the Mad hatter, and Jack Sparrow. These main mannequins were arranged in a semi-circle in the center of the room. A keen eye, would notice an unused display doll, leaning back in one corner. But only one who was truly searching, as the attention was immediately drawn to a paper envelope that hung from the ceiling by a string.
They would have to tug it down to read the letter inside.
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Post by Beaver Dude on Nov 14, 2009 21:05:55 GMT -5
This really was quite suspciously elaborate.
Wondering if the entire town was in on this, Leo grabbed the letter and tugged it down, half expecting someone to yell "SURPRISE!" and have a camera tucked on their shoulder.
Nothing quite like that happened.
Hm. [/size] |
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Post by 「 Thane 」 on Nov 14, 2009 21:16:10 GMT -5
"Wait, don't--!!"
Thane crossed his arms over his face when Leo tugged the letter down, expecting some sort of booby trap.
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. . .
"Phew." Uncrossing his arms, Thane took a better look around the shop, leaving Leo to read the letter that had once been dangling. A queer set of costumes, with matching mannequins to boot... Was this a real haberdashery, or just a costume shop? Vigilant eyes scoured the room as Thane searched for any other clues other than the obvious. The mannequins were oddly placed in a half-circle, facing the two intruders, as if to guard something behind them... Looking past the wood, he noticed nothing out of place, save for another mannequin which was not in use...
"So," he said, turning his sights back to the woman. "What's it say?" |
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Post by lysander on Nov 14, 2009 21:31:05 GMT -5
Lysander sat atop the moogle synthesis shop while his hapless players entered. Surely, inside they would find one of his 'paper airplaines', and as they exited, Lysander could tell that the pair was vigorous. They must have known where they were going! A smart pair then! But when the man began to take a turn a little too early, Lysander's eyes widened. Pulling out a post card, he flicked his finger hard, and the post card slipped through the shadows to arrive in the safe. Lysander discretely removed himself from the roof of the shop, to take up his position in the next station of their journey.
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Looking past the dolls, Thane would also notice the six dressing rooms with red velvet curtains set into the far wall.
The envelope popped off the string, but as Leo pulled the letter away, the string would remain dangling there.. But at that very moment, the display dolls began to rattle, and the useless one in the corner, stood and walked to the center of the semi-circle lifting it's hand up. Then, the reason for the string's remainder became readily apparent as a silver cleaver dropped from the ceiling into the doll's hand. Opening up an unnatural mouth, the mannequin swallowed it whole before anything could be done. And all the dolls escaped back to an individual dressing room.
The curtains opened to reveal, in order, a Peter Pan, an Aladdin, a Hercules, a Dopey Dwarf, a Mad Hatter, and a Jack Sparrow. Then the curtains closed yet again.
Once the letter was opened there game would be clear.
Someone here is a fashion crisis, and committing the greatest faux pas.
Pick them out, subjugate them, exile them to the far reaches.
Take what is their's and make it your's. [/i][/center] 19 Turns [/size]
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Post by Beaver Dude on Nov 14, 2009 21:59:36 GMT -5
"There's a hidden camera here, isn't there?" Leo asked suspiciously, good eye peering into the nooks and crannies of the hatshop. To begin with the entire situation had been more than a little fanciful but this elaborate ensemble couldn't have possibly been orchestrated without some sort of supervision.
He was here. Or at least one of his cronies were. She handed the note to Thane.
"Where are ya hiding?" [/size] |
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Post by 「 Thane 」 on Nov 14, 2009 22:13:28 GMT -5
"Wait a second!" Thane called, reaching out for the falling cleaver just a moment too late; he'd been beaten by the suddenly animated doll. All six of them jaunted off into the velvet dressing rooms, and a few moments passed before the six curtains drew themselves back, revealing a different figure behind each one.
A boy in tights.
A well-dressed prince.
A warrior of ancient times.
A dwarf that Thane almost missed due to its short stature.
An equally short rabbit.
Finally, a dashing debonair.
Thane memorized each of the six figures, noting with high suspicion that the sandal-clad warrior had not been a part of the original quintet of dressed mannequins. Perturbed, he turned back to Leo, who had handed him the letter and was now calling out to the shop.
Someone here is a fashion crisis, and committing the greatest faux pas.
Pick them out, subjugate them, exile them to the far reaches.
Take what is their's and make it your's.
He slapped his hand to his face again. Who were these two, an eccentric crimson smith and an ebon-garbed woman, to judge fashion, of all things? 'I don't know which one's got the least taste, but that warrior doesn't fit in with the rest of the group; I know I didn't see him before...'
A decision had to be made quickly, else they waste their time too long in this haberdashery. "Tsk! Leo, keep looking for anyone else that might be lurking in the shop... I'm going to go in on a hunch...!"
Sturmraser, Thane's hefty sword, materialized itself in his left hand, and following the second part of the letter's instructions, he leaped into the third dressing room, where he had first seen the ancient warrior. Whether the figure was the mannequin dressed as Hercules or not did not matter; the Bezirkian heaved his blade down over his head to cleave the wooden doll in two. |
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Post by lysander on Nov 14, 2009 22:53:05 GMT -5
Unfortunately, Thane's hunch would prove wrong. He'd cleave right down through the curtain of the third stall, only to have his wrists stopped in their place, the mannequin blocking not the sword but the swinging arms. However the doll was still very statuelike, and if Thane swung again, he would not be caught off guard. What would, on the other hand, catch him off guard, is this. The dummy in the third stall no long wore Herc's clothing. Instead, it had a floppy tophat with a card shoved in the band that read 10/6. His pants were white silk and shimmering. His coat was ragged, and sea-worn. And it's shoes were green-curled toed. The mannequin would not let go, it's iron hold of the blacksmith, providing for a waste in valuable time.
The most suspicious looking thing Leo might spot, was a small circular hole, in the center of the ceiling, directly above where the cleaver had fallen from, and where the letter had hung from. Perhaps the cowboy had been peeping in on them?
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao