[d20 Modern] The "In Character" Character game Part Two
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Sixchan
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Six groans. This guy is stark raving mad! "A normal umbrella gives me the power not to get wet. I'm a Glaswegian anyway, and wet is my natural state! I've been in rain that puts baths to shame! I--" Six sighs contemptuously, and walks out of the shop.
She looks around Diagon Alley, and spots the wand shop. She studies the Spiral Heart Moon Rod momentarily, looks at the sign, and walks in.
She looks around Diagon Alley, and spots the wand shop. She studies the Spiral Heart Moon Rod momentarily, looks at the sign, and walks in.
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Festy_Dog
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Festy finishes his look around, finally realising something that should have been obvious in the first place. Junk shops are full of junk.
"Oh well, thanks for that," Festy says to the old man, then indicates towards Six, "And don't worry about her, I think she's just in a bad mood. By the way, I'll take the umbrella."
Festy hands over however much is required, thanks the old man again, then heads to the book store.
"Oh well, thanks for that," Festy says to the old man, then indicates towards Six, "And don't worry about her, I think she's just in a bad mood. By the way, I'll take the umbrella."
Festy hands over however much is required, thanks the old man again, then heads to the book store.
Lichtenhart
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KitanaVorr said:
"Peee-ka Pika chuu?" [Have you found anything of your liking?]
Mario asks to his yellow friend.
"Kaaaa chu?" [Is there anything else you would like?]
ThoughtBubble
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KitanaVorr said:
"I want more stuff... I mean more tools to deal with the situation would be great, but I've been thinking. I mean, assume this is a dream, or that we do have some sort of destiny. It just seems to me that if fate is dragging us around, then fate (perhaps in the form of the subconcious) is going to guide me to exactly what I need where and when I need it." He shrugs. "And if that's true, then why fight it?" Daniel smiles, "And if we're not fated, well we're probablly all going to be zombies anyway."
"Though I would give a lot to get my hands on Terry's hat or jacket. But that's just because he's so cool."
psychognome
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"Dogbirds, eh?" says Patrik, as Rifa disappears behind the countless cages.
I might be getting a dog with wings. A dog with wings. Dog. With. Wings. he thinks. Yup, I've certainly gone insane, but what's it matter...
I might be getting a dog with wings. A dog with wings. Dog. With. Wings. he thinks. Yup, I've certainly gone insane, but what's it matter...
Festy_Dog
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Festy walks into the book store, nodding to Tim when he sees him. He unshoulders the inside-out umbrella and holds it before him.
"Excuse me, but you you know a spell that'd create a gust of wind, or repair things?" he asks Anna, "Hey Tim, you wouldn't have happened to suddenly learn anything along those lines would you?"
Festy thinks fora moment before continuing.
"I am willing to pay," he says, "I'm interested in having the umbrella enchanted for a friend, bit of a surprise in fact. Seeing the best I could do for myself is some knuckle cleaning device I decided I'd devote my time to making something useful.
"Excuse me, but you you know a spell that'd create a gust of wind, or repair things?" he asks Anna, "Hey Tim, you wouldn't have happened to suddenly learn anything along those lines would you?"
Festy thinks fora moment before continuing.
"I am willing to pay," he says, "I'm interested in having the umbrella enchanted for a friend, bit of a surprise in fact. Seeing the best I could do for myself is some knuckle cleaning device I decided I'd devote my time to making something useful.
KitanaVorr
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Ollivanders
A sign rested outside the old gnarled building with the words scripted in peeling paint:
Welcome to Ollivanders!
Maker of fine wands since 382 BC!
When Six opened the door, the faint ringing of a bell echoes in the distance. Inside, the shop is dark and covered in dust, every thing seems very still. Everywhere you look are small rectangular boxes piled high to the ceiling.
Out of nowhere steps Mr. Ollivander to stares at her with his silvery eyes. "I have been expecting you. A tape measure appears in his hand and he waits impatiently. "Which is your wand arm?"
OOC: SIX
A sign rested outside the old gnarled building with the words scripted in peeling paint:
Welcome to Ollivanders!
Maker of fine wands since 382 BC!
When Six opened the door, the faint ringing of a bell echoes in the distance. Inside, the shop is dark and covered in dust, every thing seems very still. Everywhere you look are small rectangular boxes piled high to the ceiling.
Out of nowhere steps Mr. Ollivander to stares at her with his silvery eyes. "I have been expecting you. A tape measure appears in his hand and he waits impatiently. "Which is your wand arm?"
OOC: SIX
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