WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)

[ShindoL Shill]

Joel entered the police station and looked around. "Julia Chase. I'm here to see Joel."
"Okay. Go right on up. The suspects are on the third floor."
"Thanks. Some of my colleagues are going to turn up soon. Ask them... to name a song about a little white mouse. The correct answer is Mr Crowley. You'll see why." Joel said, going up the stairs.
He ducked into a third-floor bathroom and pulled out hair-dye remover. "This should kill some time." he said to the black wolf leaning against a stall door.

 

[JaguarDwarf]

OOC: It was easy since there is a McDonalds near the subway entrance.

Alastair ate with the duo. Sofia went and was trying to please the newcomer on the bus. "NOM NOM NOM!!!" Alastair mumbled as he ate throgh the buffets. Food never tasted so good. He advised the chef to leave the bottle of tekilia. He drank merrily. "Joe?" Alastair said when the chef's prepared more food.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Arriving at the building Eragon looked up. He could feel Joel's mind inside the building along with the multitude of people within. It was hard to specify though as this city was sprawling with people and Eragon was bombarded by thoughts and intentions. He had half a mind to just sit behind his mental barriers for now but that would leave him at a disadvantage so he put up with it.

He entered the building and looked around confused. He knew where Joel was but wasn't sure if he was allowed to move around freely in this government building. He paced awkwardly around the ground floor for a bit before sitting down in the entrance. He would wait for the others to arrive for now but if none arrived he would set off upstairs.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Joel nodded at the wolf. "Head on down." he said. The wolf left the bathroom and walked down the stairs. He saw Eragon, and thought back to the descriptions Joel had given. "Eragon. It's me, Joel. I got the dye out of my fur!"
Joel left the bathroom, his fur becoming black again, and entered an interview room with another black wolf.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Eragon saw Joel come into view, he was black now. "Well, I'm here, lets be about our business here." Eragon stood up and walked towards Joel.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Joel-2 walked over to Eragon and sat down. "We should wait for the others. We need a security code or some shit to get upstairs, and I can't talk to the cops without getting arrested. You can try if you like."

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

"Fair enough I'm in no rush." Eragon said sitting down again. He glanced over to the guards. "If the others don't arrive shortly I'll try talking to those guards."

 

[Random berk]

Satisfied that he would be able to use the new words in a Shout, Dromaeus decided to go and search for Joel and Eragon. He examined the note on the door of the bus carefully then stepped outside. Worried that his appearance would start up a panic among the massive throng of people outside, he was surprised that most of them barely even glanced at him as he passed. He curled his lip in distaste. Though the people seemed relatively peaceful, the massive city was an abomination. It stank, and he could barely see the sky with all of the towering buildings around. The noise was deafening, and the crowds suffocating. He began to hurry through the streets, trying to find the address.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Eragon was quickly bored of sitting next to Joel. The Garm had little of interest to talk about. Standing up he approached the guards and said "Greetings, might I be able to pass by you gentlemen?" He asked. He couldn't bare the stares that were returned at him but he held his ground as he anticipated a question from one of the men. "Name a song about a-"
"White mouse." Eragon cut him off. "Mr Crowely" He said reading the answer from the mans mind. "So may I pass?" Eragon asked finally but the guards seemed resolute in remaining at their post. One of them mumbled something into a radio.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Yeah, go right ahead. Ms Chase is on the third floor." the guard said.
"Ginger... Eragon's coming up." Joel said, lowering his radio. He left the room, and moved to the stairs at the opposite end of the hall. He walked up to the fourth floor, climbed out onto the fire escape and waited.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

The guards parted suprisingly and Eragon began to make his way up to the third floor. He turned and looked back at Joel, who was still sitting down before beginning to walk again.

After climbing the stairs he searched out the room that he had been directed to. He wandered the hall ways for a bit, examining the minds of those within the rooms. Wasn't Julia Joel all along? Thought Eragon as he opened a door and walked into a room.

 

[Random berk]

Dromaeus was in trouble. He had come to a wide expanse of ground where the crowd did not go, but there were machines like Preginald's speeding past in great numbers. He needed to cross, but couldn't find a safe point. Eventually he decided to just sprint, and try to make it through the gaps between vehicles. He ran, and made it about halfway before he heard a loud trumpeting sound and a high pitched screech. Then one of the vehicles slammed hard into his side.

....

When he came to, a dark skinned human, perhaps a Redguard, was standing over him, shouting.

"Are you crazy? What the hell are you playing at, running out like that? What, that stupid costume blocked your eyes or something? You're lucky I..." Dromaeus grabbed him by the throat, wincing as he did so.

"Human, I have cut people to pieces for doing a lot less to me than that. You are lucky, however. I need transport to a certain address. If you take me there, you may come out of this richer, and considerably less dead than you would if you keep shouting."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

OOC: well that's one way to get a lift...

 

[Arrogancy]

Mat decided that he needed to follow Eragon and Joel. He entered into the police station. The guards all seemed a bit uncertain of what to do, seeing a young man with a spear enter casually. Before entering much further, one of the guards stopped him. "You'll need to leave that behind, sir." He said, nervously glancing at the spear. Mat considered the man for a moment, "I'm afraid I won't be leaving it." "Then I can't let you enter." That was troubling, but Mat wasn't done quite yet. "Fine, would you mind if I take a seat, then." The man looked uncertain, but finally gave in. "Sure, sure." he said. "Excellent," Mat took a seat and pulled out his dice and a bag of coins. "Would anyone care for a game?" Several police looked around, some shrugged and came closer to Mat. "What game?" One asked. Mat smiled, he might not get in, but he would get a consolation prize for his time...

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

OOC: So am I looking for a specific room or anything because I'm not sure what I'm looking for.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

OOC@Ven: There are windows on the room doors, and each one on the third floor has a black wolf in it.

 

[JaguarDwarf]

Alastair walked through the police doors and walked up to the gaurds. "White Mouse" Alastair said. Joel was always occasionly speaking about a White Mouse, Alastair noted this and luckily enough got through. He saw Eragon "So Mindreader, How did you know where we were?"
Eragon looked puzzeled. He cast Alastair a cold glance. "You were a nobody to us, Then you jumped on the bus. How?" Alastair was boldy saying.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"White Mouse" Alastair said. Joel was always occasionly speaking about a White Mouse, Alastair noted this and luckily enough got through..

OOC: that wouldn't work. You have to say "Mr Crowley", which is Artie's name. And you wouldn't know to say that, because you weren't asked the riddle.

 

[Random berk]

Dromaeus threw a few septims at the cabbie, who sped off looking relieved. Hobbling through the door of the police station, he began swigging a potion of vigorous healing, and his limp quickly disappeared as he did so. He stopped inside the doors and looked around, quickly spotting the human with the spear, and the imbecile. He approached the one with the spear, and decided to watch the game he was playing with some uniformed men, only to be accosted by more of them, askiing something about a white mouse.

"White mouse?" he hissed. "What is this nonsense?"

OOC: Did you ever actually mention the answer to that riddle to our characters?

 

[Arrogancy]

It didn't take much time for Mat to collect much of the guards' money. Mat was lucky and he won a lot. However, he also had a knack for keeping people happy. And drunk. The wine he still had was being passed among the group as they were betting. "All right, I'm in. I raise my watch." One said, "This one'll take from you." One of his companions said, "He can't win every roll." The first asserted. Mat smiled, no, he didn't win every roll. Usually. Still, he wasn't going to throw the game, he threw in another few gold crowns. He grabbed up the dice and threw them. They turned up all ones, the Dark One's Eyes. It was either the best or worst throw you could get, depending on the game. In this case it was good and Mat won, as he had for the past six rounds. The men who hadn't bet were laughing at their friend who had just lost. Mat saw Dromaeus nearby, looking on. "Thank you for the game, my good men," Mat said, getting up and taking his winnings, "But I must speak with my friend." They all grumbled a bit but said their farewells and went back to their work. "Good to see you, Dromaeus." Mat said.