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8/23/2015 8:09:05 AM
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Chortling and sharp giggling rises from the hills of garbage around you, and glowing yellow eyes peak from in between one scrap and the next.
Here and there, the tails of ragged cloaks submerge behind the hillsides, as if to retreat or hide.
What was happening here?
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Revy looks around at the figures emerging from the hills. [i]Yellow eyes and cloaks, interesting[/i] she thought. It also seemed she was not necessarily under any type of attack, or at the very least not yet. With no desire to cause any unnecessary violence that just may end up getting her hurt she holds Schroo high above her head and yells at her spectators. "We come in peace!"
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There is silence after your statement. Nothing moves, and the eyes continue to stare. Then a tin can is thrown at your head from somewhere behind you. It lands on the muddy ground with a sharp rattle.
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[i]Well, that was anti climatic[/i] Revy thought. She's read enough fantasy novels to expect a person with a staff and a Ram's head to confront her. Revy put Schroo on her shoulder and walked over to the can, rubbing her head where the can hit as she did. She picks up the can and examines it.
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The side you presume is the front is labeled in a long-worn white font; "[i]Dan's Beans[/i]," and the back seems to have a nutrition label, but is hidden under a black smudge of something. The can is empty. Then you remember that no one has used canned beans in, what, 30 years? So that must mean that the can is as old as that, maybe even older... As you think, a barrage of silverware and plates are thrown at your back from the other hills behind you, some missing you shattering on the dry mud, while others successfully hit you, sending arcs of pain up your shoulders, head, and torso. Schroo's fur fluffs up in fright and he leaps from your shoulder, darting away towards the distant stone walls of the Scrapyards.
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It become clear to revy she is not welcomed here ... yet. "Schroo you fluffy bastard get back here!" She yells as she activates her gravity skates and hovers away from the barrage of junk in Schroo's direction. She picks up Schroo along the way and continues towards the exit.
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You hear growling and hissing and the tumbling of garbage behind you, and then metal quickly and tinnily clanking toward you. Suddenly, spears of metal rain from over the hills, obviously thrown, and plant themselves in the mud around you, barely missing you and Schroo. You are definitely not welcome here.
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"Holy shit" Revy eloquently shouts as one spear barely misses. She hovers faster towards the wall, she umps and re calibrates herself as her skates adjust to the vertical surface, she goes up the wall and over. As she lands she spins 180 degrees and looks behind her as she continues to hover away, making sure she's not perused over the wall.
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You don't see any assailants, but you do hear frustrated yowling and screaming over the wall. You now find yourself on the outskirts of Greenholm. You stand on green grass.
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"Phew" she turns off her skates sits down for a breather. "That was intense". Scroo lets out a meow as he walks around the grass. Revy looks around at her surroundings, white clouds floated high overhead and the cityscape loomed in the distance, place seemed nice, definitely different from the bright lights and crowds of Tokyo Town. Schroo pokes at Revy's leg with his paw and meows. "Oh yeah, I guess you did get robbed of a meal, let's go find some grub then" She says with a smile as she picks Schroo up and places him on her head. She gets up and begins walking towards the city, looking around to look for any shops and businesses she might come across.
