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| Steve's Oblivion Mythos; Not related to Elder Scrolls. | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 19 2007, 12:57 AM (83 Views) | |
| Steve128967 | Aug 19 2007, 12:57 AM Post #1 |
Effing Pro!
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So, I have a lot of vaguely related... stuff, characters, short stories, technologies, concepts, etc., that I may post in this thread. If you like stories 'n' stuff, namely fantasy (somewhat (for once >_>)), ja, view sometime. May edit the first post with updates and a possible table of contents. And a story or something. |
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| Steve128967 | Aug 19 2007, 04:46 PM Post #2 |
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Effing Pro!
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The giant man stepped into the bar, the establishment pounding with heavy metal music, and looked around a little. His skin was grey, like someone had poured soot on him, and there were strange, mascara-like markings around his eyes. He had a long, shaggy black mane of hair down to his mid-back, with a black leather vest showcasing the powerful muscles in his abdomen and arms, open in the front. His trousers were of the same leather, albeit a bit baggy, and his boots, also leather, thumped loudly where he stepped. His crimson eyes focused on the bartender, whom he strode over to, the rest of the bar mostly oblivious to his imposing presence. He leaned down, and growled wordlessly at him, before speaking. "I've got a meet with somebody." The bartender shook. "H-he's in the back. I-in the b-b-booth. Sh-should I bring around your u-usual then?" "Whatever," the massive man said, and moved towards the said back, and moved past a curtain. An apparent rabbit-man with two women next to him, one with dyed pink hair and one with dyed blue hair and wearing bunny-ear collars, looked up at the large man. "Lobo!" "Just when you think you've seen everything..." Lobo muttered. "Oh, the Main Man is in the house, er, hahaha! Oh, very good, excellent, uh, drinks are on m--" the rabbit-man spilled some on himself, "oh, on me I guess. Ladies, would you please excuse us for a moment?" The two women got up, and left through the curtain. "That's some nice tail there, eh?" the rabbit said, nervous. "Say your piece or you're supper, Bugsy," Lobo said, leaning in close, his crimson eyes radiating bloodlust. "Lobo, I've got a job for you," he said, "shh, it's very hush-hush." Lobo leaned in closer, and gripped his arm and pulled him forward, a slight cracking audible, the rabbit groaning. The grey skinned being sniffed him a few times. "I recognize you from some place..." The rabbit's eyes radiated shock. "Yes, I'm the fucking Easter Bunny! You almost got me in a snare once, r-remember?" Lobo was silent for a few moments, and then shoved him back into the leather couch-seat thing. "Hot damn, that's right! When I was just a little brat." He sat down opposite the Easter Bunny. "So... what's a respectable rabbit like yourself doing setting up a meet with the Main Man?" A man walked into the booth and set down a sizzling cup of something, wearing a gas mask and using a metal gripping pole to hold it, and then walked out. "I represent a group of concerned parties. We would like you to eliminate what we perceive as a threat to our respective..." A small rabbit on the table sniffed Lobo's right hand, and irritably, he smashed it beneath his black leather gloved hand. "... holidays," the Bunny finished. Lobo licked the blood off his glove, and looked back at the Bunny. "Do tell," he said. "It's Santa Claus, see!" the Easter Bunny began, "he's gotten way too big for his britches. His Christmas has gotten out of control! How can we compete--" Lobo took a deep drink from the sizzling liquid, and then slammed it down. "What's coloured eggs and an early spring compared to pine trees, presents, and, and office parties? The jolly bastard's institutionalized heathenism is KILLING US!" "So you want the bad boy scragged." "... Yes!" Lobo sniffed once. "Yeah, well... I never did like Christmas. I never got nothing I asked for..." "We are prepared to offer you some very, very good money," the Easter Bunny said, and slid an envelope across the table. Lobo shoved it back. "Don't push your luck, Bugs. I only work for top dollar." The Easter Bunny seemed like he had been slapped. "Oh, yes, yes, of course, this is just a way of showing our sincerity on the issue!" Lobo nodded once, and took the envelope, and apparently slid it half-way between the waist band of his leather trousers. "Right..." He stood up, and knocked the hook on a chain wrapped around his wrist on the table. "You know how to find me... you know how to pay me..." he breathed. "It's already taken care of." Lobo got up, and turned to leave, pushing the curtain aside. "So! D-do we have a deal?" Lobo turned, and grinned, showing his vampire-sharp teeth. "Consider him meat." --- I'll continue this. Later. Sometime. |
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| Tenchi-Kun | Aug 19 2007, 05:49 PM Post #3 |
HAHAHA, DISREGARD THAT.
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Damned rabbits. Never did like them. Fucking mammals keep jumping on my fence. Lucky I shoot on sight, eh? I find the best bait is Fat jolly red men dressed in red. Easily found at the local Ice hokey rink. But now I know they're hiring hit men...A nice thing to know...Thank you for your information Steve. |
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| Steve128967 | Aug 19 2007, 05:52 PM Post #4 |
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Effing Pro!
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But of course, Tenchi. >:3 |
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| Tenchi-Kun | Aug 19 2007, 06:07 PM Post #5 |
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HAHAHA, DISREGARD THAT.
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Who the fuck told you my name <.< Prolly rabbits. ...Gonna go gouge my eyes out in tht corner over there. *Points at corner* |
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