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RE: Another Round (Open) - McBeefâ„¢ - 03-20-2015
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The doors to the Quicksand crash open, revealing a haggard Evangeline. She is breathing heavily, and her clothes are dusty with various pieces of street debris.
"Greeting Citizens! The Revolution is at hand!"
"It is time to rise up and strike down your oppressors! To Seize the city for yourselves..."
She tosses a handful of fliers into the crowd.
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REPUBLIC OF UL'DAH REVOLUTIONARY COUNCIL MEETING
IN THE QUICKSAND
BRING PITCHFORKS
REFRESHMENTS WILL BE SERVED.
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She looks over her shoulder, "Or at least run from the several dozen Brass Blades who chased me here."
RE: Another Round (Open) - Telluride - 03-20-2015
Perhaps a dozen clever quips, thoughts, bits of innuendo, bon mots, and other sorts of verbal play spun in the bard's head like a wheel, and he sifted through them to find the right comment to keep up the verbal wordplay he enjoyed so much with the blonde engineer, keeping just enough going to possibly raise eyebrows in the room while still retaining the pact-of-banter that the two of them had shared more than once.
The wheel turned through the crisp but non-threatening dialogue at the bar, surviving a number of stray thoughts about what mayhem might ensue between the curious Sultansworn, the heavy-voiced armored food critic and the mass-of-muscle he knew only from a few brief exchanges with Berrod's associates.
Of course, none saw anything but the grinning lips start to part...
...and their sudden morphing into a toothy grimace as the disheveled Elezen burst in the door, shouting into the room. He hadn't heard that voice in moons, since... the last time he'd seen her pull a stunt in the street.
He scratched his bearded cheek, and spoke in low tones to Cliodhna.
"I'm going to guess we won't have the barmaid come over here anytime soon."
RE: Another Round (Open) - McBeefâ„¢ - 03-23-2015
Evangeline slams the door shut behind her, kicks a spike into the door with surprising finesse, and begins creating some sort of device with wire and what looks like a bomb.
"Do not worry Comrades! This will slow them down."
She pulls a pin and vaults over the railing, heading for the opposite exit.
"Freedom and Justice will prevail!" She shouts, weaving her way through the tables.
RE: Another Round (Open) - Coatleque - 03-23-2015
Coatleque started as the doors behind her burst open with a loud crash, so much that her cup sloshed forward and spilled right onto Berrod. The dark red juice seeping into his clothes almost immediately. She did not notice, of course, as she turned about at the same time to see what this new commotion was. Spying Evangeline running through the Quicksand she squeezed her eyes closed and sighed. "By the Twelve, what is this now?"
Even if she had seen what device the woman was fiddling with, her speed and the distance between them would prevent the Sultansworn from taking any action.
RE: Another Round (Open) - SM Nick - 03-23-2015
Solis turns his head around with his mouth full of food to see an Elezen vaulting over the railings. He and Sakura tilt their heads in confusion.
Solis: "What now?"
Sakura: "Revolution?"
Solis yells out, "Hey what's going on here?!"
RE: Another Round (Open) - Cliodhna Eoghan - 03-24-2015
Shaking her head, Cliodhna had grabbed both empty mugs. "The waitress you're so intent on seeing must be busy in the kitchen, I can easily enough walk over to the...bar...." She trailed off, slipping from her chair into a standing position. Originally she had ignored the odd woman that had been shouting about some sort of liberation but seeing her mess with the door caused Cliodhna's mouth to hang open with disbelief.
Was that a bomb?
Wasting no time; she dropped the mugs and using both hands with a rare display of her strength; wrenched the heavy table onto it's side, jarring her table companions propped feet as she quickly ducked behind the makeshift shield. Her right arm shot out and grabbed Nathan by the forearm, giving a hard yank to pull him from his seat and behind the table as well before bracing for the expected impact.
RE: Another Round (Open) - Telluride - 03-24-2015
"What sort of bloody freeeeeeeeeeeeee..."
The word turned into a surprised shout as the the table fell to its side, and with a quickness, the full strength of a toned Highlander mechanic was (forgive the pun) wrenching him from his already unbalanced perch on the seat to plop to the floor behind the upended table.
"Twelve, have we all gone daft..." The phrase, again, trailed off, as he realized that he still held his lute in his hand, where it had fallen hard upon the floor. He cursed under his breath, and dug his heels into the hardwood, pushing himself behind the table and scrambling to try to get the instrument into its case.
RE: Another Round (Open) - McBeefâ„¢ - 03-25-2015
The bomb attached to the door, despite it's impressive appearance, was only a simple smoke grenade, and would discharge a thick white smoke if the door was forced or the trap was disturbed.
Evangeline attempts to make her away across the quicksand and towards the far door, "Sorry for disturbing your meals, but certain sacrifices must be made for the revolution!"
She pats Clio's shoulder as she dashes by, "Good idea with the table, you'll need barricades to fight them off."
RE: Another Round (Open) - Klynzahr - 03-25-2015
In a moment of impeccably poor timing, the far doors of the quicksand swing open to embrace the rebel's haphazard escape. The Thanalan sunlight blazes through for a tantilizing moment, only to be shadowed as a towering grey Roegadyn figure steps through the doorway.
At first glance, she might appear to be painted with dust. Dust coated gladiator's armour, a dusty half helm tucked under one arm, streaks of dust smeared across her grey face, and layers of reddish desert dust obscuring the true colour of her hair combine to form the impression of someone that has spent a long day on the open road.
Halting squarely in the open doorway, the sea wolf peers across the quicksand through a pair of surprisingly dust free spectacles. The shocked faces, overturned table, and elezen figure sprinting towards her seem to root the stranger to the spot, effectively blocking Eva's route.
"Wha' in twelve's name...." She mumbles, squinting hard at the sprinting figure. Then Evangeline pauses to speak with Clio, and her voice sends a flash of recognition over the sea wolf's face. "Bloody balls," She blurts out, still firmly blocking the doorway "It's you again!"
RE: Another Round (Open) - McBeefâ„¢ - 03-25-2015
Evangeline pauses as the large, and rather intimidating Roegadyn blocks her path. She doesn't recognize her face, but she does recognize that mail!
"Oppressors!" She yells, "You'll never take me alive!"
The red dust makes it suspiciously similar to that of her Arch Nemesis, the Brass Blades. Hurriedly she reaches into her satchel, trying to grab a grenade, only to find it empty.
"Of all the..." Evangeline grumbles, until her hand finally finds something hard and rectangular, she flings it without looking, and continues to run, hoping to slide past the 'Blade' while she is distracted. "Long live the Republic!"
If she does not dodge, Klinzahr would find a thick leather bound tome impacting her face.
A SHORT TREATISE ON THE SUBJECT OF WEALTH AND THE PUBLIC GOVERNANCE
VOLUME IV
It is a suitable dry and academic text, which has been frantically underlined and notated in a cramped hurried scrawl. The inside cover contains a "If lost, please return to:" section, with Evangeline's Name, Address and a reward of 5 gil.
RE: Another Round (Open) - Klynzahr - 03-26-2015
As the incoming elezen bares down upon her, Klynzahr plants herself stubbornly to block the open door. Completely misunderstanding Eva's threatening accusations, she launches into a long winded stream of thick Lominsian, "Now look'ere lass, abou' las'night. I been wantin to offer yer 'pollogies, fer m'lack o'caution see, should'a seen when t'be holdin' m'own tongue, I shoulda..."
The accent only grows worse as Evangeline approaches, ending in an incomprehensible stream of apologetic babble. At the last moment the sea wolf steps towards the frantic elezen, reaching for her with a soothing gesture, and practically walks into the heavy tome.Â
She reels back, with a low cry of surprise. Glasses fly off in one direction, the Short Treatise on the Subject of Wealth and Public Governance: Volume IV goes skittering in another, and the dusty half-helm bounces sadly out the doors of the quicksand, following on Eva's heels.
Klyn staggers in the doorway for a moment, with both hands clutching her face. Through the clasped fingers, she mumbles thickly "Ugh.... dammit."
RE: Another Round (Open) - SM Nick - 03-26-2015
The Volume IV happens to skitter towards Solis and Sakura, with Solis reading the inside cover.
Solis: "Evangeline...she must be that crazy Elezen. HEY I HAVE YOUR BOOK!"
RE: Another Round (Open) - Warren Castille - 03-26-2015
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Alabaster Shield wished he had known that about warning before shoulder-bashing in the doors to the Quicksand. A moment later he was propelled through the air, on fire, towards the center of the inn.
RE: Another Round (Open) - Klynzahr - 03-26-2015
Misunderstanding Soils' call, or perhaps just making for the nearest voice, Klynzahr begins to grope her way towards his table, leaving the helm and spectacles where they lie.
Before she can quite make it there, the sounds of an explosion close at hand, followed by a cloud of thick smoke, and the thud of a very large, screaming, projectile landing in the center of the room, send her diving for cover in a panic. She winds up cowering below Solis and Sakura's table, with both hands raised to shield her head from imagined debris.
At a closer inspection the sea wolf's armour bears very little resemblance to that of the unfortunate blade. The solid plate has been worked into ornate but inexpensive designs, suggesting the costumes often seen at cheaper matches on the blood sands. Her right eye is already beginning to swell from her recent literary assault, while blood drips steadily from her nose to the floor.
Those nearest to her might notice that she is muttering something under her breath. If anyone chanced to listen closely they might make out "Oh twelve, oh twelve, oh twelve, oh twelve..." repeated continuously.
RE: Another Round (Open) - Gegenji - 03-26-2015
"FORBIDDEN: LASTING INJURIES, RECOMMENDED: MEDICAL ATTENTION."
When did Judge get to the middle of the Quicksand? Wasn't he just at the counter talking to Coatleque and her companion? Surely someone would've noticed that hulking mass of armor moving apparently effortlessly through the chaotic crowd of the Quicksand to the side of the burning individual. Yet, there he was, kneeling at Alabaster's side and forcibly making him perform the roll portion of "stop, drop, and roll." The first two had been completed easily enough without his assistance.
He paused in rolling the man only once the flames had died and only wisps of smoke curled up from his clothing. His visor-obscured gaze examined the unfortunate fellow - who had done nothing to be subjected to the haphazardly placed and detonated explosive device. It was not proper. It needed to be rectified.
"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?" Jredthys queried, his head snapping with a sharp sound towards the closest patron. "GO FIND HELP FOR THIS MAN. FORBIDDEN: TARRYING, RECOMMENDED: HASTE."