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Post by Nathan on Feb 14, 2010 20:37:52 GMT -5
A young man ((or as appeared)) sat in the cold, staring off into the mountain. He could feel them coming, he was waiting for them. He stood up letting the gust of wind blow his cloak around before he walked across the snow to an old house.
"Alright... they want me, let the games begin." He said to himself entering the house.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 14, 2010 20:42:09 GMT -5
*Mark landed on the soft snow silently, he had followed an energy source that resembled the Saint's all the way here. It didn't make any sense why they would be this far out but that didn't matter. He had a job to do, a job that was getting in the way of his original objective but still if they made his daughter their target they made themselves his target.*
Mark: Alright you 'Saints', I'm coming for you... *Mark muttered walking to the house.*
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 14, 2010 20:47:57 GMT -5
"...Mark." A voice said as he hopped inside. Yeligar walked in, and looked at him. "There you are." He said as he walked up.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 14, 2010 20:51:31 GMT -5
*Mark's eyes turned quickly to the speaker, at first thinking he was a Saint. Noticing who it was he gave a chuckle.* Yeligar, damn, you disguised your power very well. *he gave a gulp have an idea why he was looking for him.* I'm not coming back, not till Trucido is dead.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 14, 2010 21:20:49 GMT -5
"Look, we need you." He said, "If you go attack by yourself, and they all attack you, you can get killed. I know you have tried before, and he still walks. You need allies, and we need you. Your daughter is endanger. We have some heroes getting her, but I think she would feel safer, if her father was there."
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 14, 2010 21:26:33 GMT -5
Mark: Bull! *Mark growled.* You put her in more danger. She was fine. I was watching her! *Mark shook his head calming himself.* Listen, I don't need your help. I can fight, I can win.
*Mark said turning about from Yeligar to the door, he was planning on leaving. Twisting the doorknob he opened to a... hospital?* Uh... what the hell?
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 14, 2010 21:29:35 GMT -5
"What is this?" He asked, " Sure is white in here, and what is going on with our clothes?" He looked down and he was in a doctor's coat. "AND WHERE IS TEMPESTA!?"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 15, 2010 11:07:10 GMT -5
*Mark blinked once, then blinked again. The only possible reason was this one little house was a portal to Earth. Didn't really make sense though for where did the new clothes that just magically appeared on him come from.*
Mark: This.... *Mark blinked once more before explaining.* This is a place in Earth where the sick and the hurt go... but how did we end up here?
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 15, 2010 11:42:45 GMT -5
"I don't know. The only portal the Profeta makes is near her caves..." He said, as he looked around, "So, it is like a hospital, but this is really huge, and bright." He covered his eye and looked around.
"So, How have you been?"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 15, 2010 11:51:08 GMT -5
*Mark's ear twitched, was that music he heard? He quickly looked back to the door they came through, it was a storing closet.*
Mark: Crappy... thanks for asking. *Mark muttered stepping up. Suddenly a women in blue scrubs walked up to Yeligar and slapped him across the cheek.*
Woman: Seriously, seriously. *the woman said with such drama in her voice.* You're a coward, a brilliant, brilliant coward.
*Mark just blinked at this, what the hell was going on?*
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 15, 2010 11:56:29 GMT -5
"Ow! What did I do?" He asked, as he rubbed his face, "I am not a coward, but what did I do to get called that? AND WHAT IS GOING ON?!"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 15, 2010 12:03:56 GMT -5
*She only slapped him again,* as if you don't know. *she said before walking away.*
Mark: I don't believe it... *Mark said in awe.* That was Dr. Piccolo!
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 15, 2010 12:10:11 GMT -5
"Dr. who?" He asked, "If you knew her, why didn't you tell her to stop slapping me?" He rubbed his cheek, "She can sure slap hard..."
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 15, 2010 14:33:05 GMT -5
Mark: Well I don't actually know her. *Mark walked ahead then turned left, giant printed words were on the wall.* The At Mercy Hospital. This all makes sense now:
*Mark said going on to explain.* The doctor getup's, the sexy interns. We're in the show Dr. Sexy M.D.!
*He blinked at his own words.* Although it doesn't make sense how we got into a TV show...
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 15, 2010 14:45:49 GMT -5
"A t.v. show? WE ARE IN THAT WEIRD PICTURE BOX ON EARTH?" He said as he looked around. "This is unusual..." He looked around.
"Ok, so you know how to get out of here, then?"
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