| Wandering the Manor (OPEN); Rusty goes walkabout | |
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 16 2012, 07:23 PM Post #41 |
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-FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER- "You sure this is the right one, Nu?" Rusty asked his Murakumo sister, looking up at the ornate black doors. With a whistle, he walked up and examined the material. "Damn, you can't even see the faults in this stuff. It's like it was just willed into existence in this shape." the mechanic appraised, eyes wide. "Man...this is the strangest goddamn thing..." Shaking his head, he looked back at the assorted group of Linguist, Tech Specialist and Adorable Mascot. The mechanic held onto the handle of the door and took a breath. "And 3, 2, 1..." He opened the door. A loud creaking echoed and all of a sudden, dusty spotlights filled the room. And the world of over 200 years ago was once again seen by human eyes. So many pieces of history and pop culture locked away in one room, organised expertly by the aged werewolf. There were record books, old machines, gramophones, outfits of war, the odd ancient weapon, instruments, music, even the odd game or toy! It was as if a portal to the past had been opened and these four were the only ones lucky enough to see it. "......................Motherfuck..." |
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Jul 16 2012, 07:39 PM Post #42 |
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Albus' jaw goes slack. He stares incredulously at the massive time capsule they have stumbled upon. "...Holy shit." A shaky hand rises to point at certain parts of the room. "H-he's got stuff from the World Wars..." He points to another area. "F-from the Industrial Revolution..." Point. "15th Century England." Point. "A-a-and i-is that...a section for the Crusades?" Albus keeps his cool for three seconds before he faints and slowly tips backwards to the ground. |
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| Gleam | Jul 16 2012, 07:56 PM Post #43 |
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Ashley considers it all for a moment then nods decisively. "Old fogey status. Definitely." Nu, on the other hand skips right past Ashley (stepping on Albus in the process) and ducks beneath Rust's still extended arm to dive into the room. "Mr. Heinie looks like a bit of a packrat, but I like the things he keeps!" she chirps, and launches headlong into the nearest thing that she sees - a fully tooled-out, bright red Chevolet convertible. Her head pokes up from the back seat and she waves enthusiastically at the others. "Hey, Rust, does this look like your old car? I forget." Ashley glances at Rust. "You had a car?" she repeats. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 16 2012, 08:15 PM Post #44 |
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Rusty took a moment to wipe some drool from the corner of his mouth at seeing the car Nu launched herself into. It was...GORGEOUS. A 1973 Chevrolet Convertible... in pure red... It was a miracle that Rusty hadn't started to hug the damn thing. Nu and Ashley's questions drew his attention. "Sort of, Nu." he replied, voice distant. "It was black and a proper hot rod, but you have the right sort of idea...and that thing is purdy as hell..." Then he looked over to Ashley. "Yeah I did. 1936 Ford Convertible Californian Hot Rod. Black with flames. Armed with twin seithr powered subwoofers that could connect to The Halford and make sure that I could be measured on the Richter Scale. The Death Leopard." He sighed. "I miss her bad..." Walking through the time locked area, Rusty just looked around, very close to breaking down like Albus had. It was just insane what Valkenhayn had stashed away here. Reaching up to some ancient samurai armour, he accidentally knocked a poster showing a bearded man with a red white and blue hat pointing outwards. Something orange caught his eye. He walked towards it, separate from the group for a moment. His eyes were wide with pure undisguised greed and slight lust. It was a gorgeous electric guitar, held in a glass case and stood up tall. An orange face plate, with a green headed corpse staring out as a design. Eyes staring out travelling up the neck. A two way volume control. "An ESP KH-2..." Rusty breathed out, staring. There was a small piece of card on the case, complete with a description. The mechanic peered in to read the ornate handwriting. He looked for a few moments... ...then gasped and fell back, staggering backwards and now staring at the guitar with reverence normally saved for the True Cross or the Holy Grail. The object had gone from mere need to worship upon reading the inscription. "THIS 'BORIS KARLOFF'S MUMMY' ESP KH-2 M-II GUITAR WAS CUSTOM MADE AND PERSONALLY OWNED BY: KIRK HAMMETT (LEAD GUITARIST OF METALLICA)" ![]() Rusty just stared, damn near close to bowing down before it. He wasn't worthy... |
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Jul 16 2012, 08:44 PM Post #45 |
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From the ground, Albus slowly snaked an arm to clutch the floor in front of him. He drags himself across the ground like some sort of ghoul, then repeats with the other arm, until he finally gains momentum and starts crawling. Eventually, Albus managed to push himself into a sitting position. "Elnézést." One hand rises until it is level with his head. It wobbles back and forth, as though preparing to strike, and then... Smack!!! ... ... ... Albus stood up as though nothing had happened. "Okay, back." He says, throughly ignoring the hand print he put on his face. He saw the Convertable and whistled. "Damn." He starts with his usual grin. "I knew an old coot like him would like an oldie car." He looked around for Rusty and walked to his side when he saw him in front of the guitar, surprised at the instrument's presence. He read the card and did a double take. "W-what!? Are you kidding me!? He has this guitar!?" He gulps and looks at Rusty. "You don't think...that Valkenhayn is a Metal fan, do you?" Deciding that his brain needs a rest after discovering that the werewolf butler of the Six Heroes could possibly be a metalhead, however much, Albus walks away stiffly. Looking for something to take his mind off of the guitar, he finds himself gazing at two pieces of paper behind a glass case. ...The signings for the formation of NATO and the Warsaw Pact. Side by side. He smacks himself again. Other side this time. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Gleam | Jul 16 2012, 09:05 PM Post #46 |
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Nu follows behind Rust curiously. "Who's this?" She says, poking the plaque above the guitar curiously. "Is it someone important? I bet Mr. Heinie knows lots of important people." Ashley crawls into the backseat of the Chevolet convertible and kicks her feet up on the headrest of the front seat. "Hey, pretty comfy." she comments, arranging herself into the cushioned seat. "Better than the jeep we - well, HAD - at Monoc. Bumped us all over the place." She glances over at Albus. "Whatcha starin' at, nerd?" |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 16 2012, 11:46 PM Post #47 |
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Rusty was in a world of his own, just staring straight ahead at the guitar. It was the Boris Karloff Mummy. He FAVOURITE guitar. Only 2 had ever been made and one was rumoured destroyed when the band's museum had been defiled and desecrated over 100 years before. Valkenhayn had the original one. His guitar. KIRK FUCKING HAMMETT'S GUITAR. "Nu..." he whispered gently. "To me, this guitar was owned by one of my heroes. Not the Six Heroes, but close enough in my estimation." There was more silence, then Rusty reached out with a trembling hand to open the case. It easily pulled away like a door, leaving the Mummy to be picked up... SMACK! His other hand came down harshly and struck it, stopping him from claiming the guitar. What the hell was he doing? This would be like Ragna pulling Excalibur out of his ass or Jin gaining the Masamune. This was near SACRED. |
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Jul 17 2012, 12:12 AM Post #48 |
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Albus whipped around at Ashley in record speed. "Nerd!? Nerd!?" He screamed. "Do you know what these documents are!?" His arms started to spaz in the general direction of the documents. "These are the official documents of the formation of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization and the Warsaw Pact! Because of these two documents, the world was practically split in half! It was West versus East! U.S. versus Soviets! Capitalism versus Communism! McDonalds versus freshly farmed Russian potatoes! Because of this, there was genocide and killing across the globe! Czechoslovakia, Guatemala, Korea, Vietnam, Cambodia...just to name a few! It caused the effing Space Race for god's sake! How the freaking hell can you not appreciate that!?" The room was dead silent for several minutes. Sanity slowly returned to Albus' green eyes. He brought his right hand to his face. "...Holy fuck, did I just do that?" He looked away, abashed. "S-sorry, I guess I got a little too passionate." He bowed his head. "Prynošu svaje vybačenni." Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Gleam | Jul 17 2012, 01:15 PM Post #49 |
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Ashley looks at him for a few seconds then shrugs. "Still don't know what you're talking about." she says. "I never went to formal school, so . . . never learned much of history for anything. Those are alliances or something, I'm guessing?" Though she's holding Albus's gaze, her fingers restlessly tap against the armrest of the Chevolet, nails rippling against the smooth leather repeatedly. Nu glances up. "What's the Space Race?" she said, with an innocent blink. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 17 2012, 01:19 PM Post #50 |
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Despite the argument going on behind him, Rusty just continued to stare. His jaw was still open, eyes still vacant as he looked at that orange guitar. It was everything he had ever dreamed of. The design, the look, the size, the feeling of raw metal exuding from it. He was transfixed. Slowly, as if possessed, he rose up from his knees and went to open the case again, not knowing or caring if anyone was watching him or not. |
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