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Post by Tempest on Apr 18, 2006 12:42:35 GMT -5
As more and more Yoshies showed up to try and search for more survivors, Tempest moved a rock, and found a shiny silver piece of metal. It was from the remains of the jet. He picked it up and examined it. There was a burnt letter on it, that was no longer identifiable. Tempest put it to the side, and continued searching before he found another clue. A white cap. At first, he thought it could have been a staff members. But noone on the staff wore white caps..
Tempest placed the cap next to the metal shard, and continued to search for surviviors and clues.
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Post by Wildfire the Dragon on Apr 18, 2006 18:39:58 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry, KH2 got to me, time to catch up.))
Jay was resting on his bed, listening to some of his CDs. By time he went to sleep, a explosion was heard, waking him up with a surprised look. "What the...what was that?" He jumped off the bed ran outside, seeing smoke and a empty space, where Yoshi Corner's staff worked at. "Oh...man...that doesn't look good, not at all. I better check this out!" 'I only hope no one got hurt...or worse...' He jumped than flew as fast as he could, where the building was standing.
By time he got there, he was shocked, he couldn't believe it. He saw some Yoshis at the site and dropped near the area. "Hey! What in Bahamut's flame happened here?!"
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Post by Yoshiken on Apr 18, 2006 18:49:55 GMT -5
(OOC: good news ^^, the computer isnt being taken in till Friday, so I dont have to go until then XD)
After about an hour, The last of Yoshikens tears came flowing down and his attitude became quite serious. "I will not stop till the killer of these innocents...are caught and SEVERELY punished."
Yoshiken noticed Tempest picking up a couple of loose items from the crash, after staring at the items, an idea came to his mind. "I see you have found an undamaged metal shard and a medium sized cap. I hope im not being too bold as to say that we could perform some forensics on the items and figure out the origin. I had my fair share of police methods. Through forensics we could figure out what fiber the hat was constructed from and the chemical components of the metal. In some cases, if we are lucky, these could be very rare and only found in few places. I say its worth a shot."
Yoshiken wouldnt let anyone stop him from keeping his loves death in vain.
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Post by Tempest on Apr 18, 2006 19:12:19 GMT -5
(OOC: Okay, Pink, you're in. Admins are on vacation, but leaving soon.)
Tempest turned to Yoshiken, who had finally ended his hysterics.
"Good idea, Yoshiken. Take these to the lab, and see if you can't find any DNA on the hat or something. Maybe a stray hair or a skin cell. I'll keep searching for evidence." Tempest nodded, and returned to his search. That's when Tempest noticed the vibrating at his side. He pulled out his PDA, and saw that he had received 30 PMs. All complaints with titles that worried Tempest.
'Havoc at Yoshi's Cafe.'
'Spam outbreak at Yoshi Art Gallery.'
'All forum games wiped through a glitch.'
'Forum members being hacked and deleted.'
Tempest's eyes widened. With the catastrophe in the center of Yoshi's Corner, and no staff alive to help, no admins to look over things, all hell had broken loose in the community. Tempest turned to Enrique.
"Enrique, you're a smart boy. Keep things running over here. Yoshee and Champ can help you. Look for clues, and keep looking for survivors! If you find anything, or if the admins show up, PM me. I have to go take care of some business." Tempest's eyes flared, and his Tetra Forge materialized in his hands. Noone, not anyone, would use his friend's deaths as a way to cause trouble. He hopped on a cloud and ascended into the sky, speeding towards the Cafe.
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Post by Enrique on Apr 18, 2006 19:45:18 GMT -5
More and more members of the community started to gather around the ruins in shock of the recent event and to mourn the tragedy. Among those who were the most affected was Yoshiken, who broke down in tears over the passing of his love, Anjil, who was being carried out of the way by Tempest to a designated area for those who had been found dead. Promptly, Enrique marched back to the spot where he found the lifeless body of Graedius, removed any other rubble that covered the dead staff member, and carried him to the de facto morgue area where Anjil's body laid. After his returning march, he laid Graedius's body next to the pale body of Anjil.
Returning to the shocked group of follow members of Yoshi's Corner, Enrique observed the faces of the crowd; shock, sorrow, and anger seemed to fill the faces of those who gathered. One anomaly in this was the face of Tempest; his was filled with annoyance. Tempest had asked Enrique to take charge of the effort to find survivors; obviously, something urgent had to have occured. Enrique gave Tempest a quick nod as Tempest departed from the scene.
Following Tempest's departure, Enrique climbed to a brief ascent on the rubbish, facing the emotional crowd. He knew that he was not a great public speaker, but he was put into charge by Tempest, and he had to do the best he could. "Alright, everybody. Now, I this is a hard time for all of us, but we have to pitch together to see if we could possibly find any staff members that may have survived and any clues that could lead to capturing these criminals. If I could have you all move these boulders of concrete around and see if you can find anything that would be of any use, I would gladly appreciate it, and I'm sure the admins would too. Also, if you all could spread out across the entire perimeter of the area, we could get this done quicker."
After his brief speech, Enrique descended back down to the same level as his fellow community members. Promptly after his descent, he took a deep breath in attempt to calm down, hoping that the rest would do the same, and started digging through the pile of shattered pieces from the ruins of the staff lounge.
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Post by PinkFloydYoshi on Apr 18, 2006 20:39:04 GMT -5
*...returning from a local Internet cafe, mumbling to self...*
"Ugh, I swear, if I lose to a noob on UT2k4 again, I swear I'm going to have to start getting violent with the little gits. 8 times in a row, oh my god. How is a Yoshi supposed to remain sane after that?!"
*Pink wanders in to the hotel late seeing Strangie and Lazo waiting in the hallway, looks to Strangie, then Lazo, and immediately grasps the idea something has gone wrong*
"Err, hey guys, err, sorry I didn't get back til just now, so, have we just got thrown out of the hotel or something?" - Strangie replies "I got a phonecall from Tempest around 30 minutes ago. A large plane ploughed into the Staff building at YC." - "What? You mean to tell me that someone ploughed a plane into the staff building? Shouldn't we be going then? We're needed over there now, so what's our plan of action?"
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Post by contention on Apr 18, 2006 20:40:57 GMT -5
Like a flush into the deepest crimson canvas, each stroke only constructed the portrait; lining it in colors soft, touched by an unnatural sensation which shivered from the base. From bare to all, it was a switch that could not be explained: like the rain which dwells upon a sunlit eve. Those that can not be said, the experiences that remain within the cross border of naturalism and truth. A moment can change, they say, as the world does around you. By the mere mark of time, training its hands to beat the balance of existence. What had come remained clueless to the game, a card which was unturned to the hand. Like a blowing horn it bellowed, without the band to play; stirring up the arrival of the fallen, crashing down the curtain to end each piece. Notes on run could not be compiled, or stuffed through ear; melody remained incomplete, harmony had skipped astray. The composer had fled, his feet tripping against their toes; leaving lost the answer, blaming but the fates.
With a stuttered expression, Contention's eyes glazed but for a mere second. Smothered in two seprate lids, each opening at diffrent times. The area around felt diffrent, neither warm nor cold, but only moderate to feelings that dealt between. Confined were his movements, for reasons not even his lips could come to say. For they remained motionless, obscenly shaking about; their pale color seemed to damp about the lilly spots upon his flesh. At last, his vision gathered, each view moving over the other. Like a magnifying glass, enveloping the other, causing the image but to establish in ways long sought. By side to side, both pupils rotated, collecting nothing but the minimum. All around seemed to glisten within the tundra of nightime eloquence, only at a loss of twinkle; naked in the beauty, nude to the knowledge. Yet to lengthen the rope came what could not be taken, a motion that released all existence's burden of living. Every touch Contention exposed seemed to struggle unto his frame, binding him tighter to a release unvalued.
Without hope or faith of the sort, nothing could be done; appearance alone was enough to haunt the recess of what pulled each nerve. There he lay, or so was thought, back to the world and head to the clouds; only one thing could come to compare. His mouth muscles seemed to move, or blush against their source; forcefully jagging up before falling back down. A strange movement, something never done upon occasions that remained with explanations. Yet, it was the only feeling that seemed to deliever, and by doing such something elicted between the bowels beneath his throat. Chords rubbed, rumbiling beneath, warming the muscles inside the vascular puzzle. At speed, water seemed to rush into the caves in which his innards lay, wetting his tongue. Parched at first, yet quenched to speak; abilities began to function, closing moment by closing moment.
Steady by sight, yet quick to the thought derived words which could not be heard; dimples enlighened upon the cheeks as upturned did mold the caste of his value, "Simple yet plain, have I gone and passed without knowing. Burried alive, what a thought," As Contention spoke, smooth palletes began to swim unto the beaches that cut throughout his facial structure. Each brightening the shallow beneath, driving away the shadows that lay beside.
"Suppose to shout, yet so childish, only the youngster cries. Seems the only way now though, the only ticket for some path to this maze," Contention balanced upon the walls of his surroundings, flicking each word against the brimestone which glared with deepened grimaces.
After a few more turns, when energy seemed ready to reside against pillows dear, Contention let out a grunt. Never a shout, for the strings themselves had played the instrument so short. Only enough to part with such a statement, the only plea and the only part of a bargain.
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Post by Lord of the Dance on Apr 18, 2006 21:48:09 GMT -5
"Wait! Tem- Aw..." He took off with that bar still sticking out of his arm. He had completely forgotten about it, I supposed. He had left Enrique in charge, so I turned to him.
"What can I do to aid?" I sighed. Champ poked his head above my shoulder.
<I want to help, too!>
"Well, I brought a first-aid kit (not that it'll help the dead, but...), some water bottles, and my racquet to clobber anyone that gets in the way." I counted off my fingers of what I had brought.
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Post by Twi on Apr 19, 2006 5:42:50 GMT -5
Twi sifted through the wreckage looking for survivors or clues. He went to pick up another rock when a sharp pain went through his hand. He jerked it back and found it was bleeding, he looked for what it was and found a bayonet sticking out of the ground. He pulled it up and saw it was attached to an AK47.
"Guys...i found something." He performed an NSP (normal safety procedure) and the weapon and checked the magazine. It was full, so no shots were fired it would seem. He kept checking and found the safety catch was on. "Why would they leave the safety catch on?" he thought to himself. "Tempest, something isn't right about this gun, it doesn't seem right. I'm gonna go check it out. Be aware of bayonets." With these words he walked away staring at the gun.
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Post by Enrique on Apr 19, 2006 11:41:31 GMT -5
As Enrique continued to work on trying to recover any survivors and searching for clues leading to the mind behind all of this, Yoshee asked him if she could be of any assistance; Champ poked him in the head to grab his attention as well. "Well, you two could monitor over the efforts and help people who may get injured. Also, if we find any surviving parties from this, I'm going to need you to help them to further safety and assistance, preferably a hospital."
Returning to his work, Enrique moved more massive amounts of concrete from the scene; under the largest one that he found - this particular one he couldn't move - appeared to be the tail end of the plane that crashed into the building. However, he needed a lot more assistance in order to move this one and access the area below. "Hey, can I get some assistance for this big boulder over here? I think I found the tail end of this thing that crashed into here."
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Post by Not-Garr on Apr 19, 2006 14:30:34 GMT -5
(Well, Tempest knows what happened to me, sorry about that..>.=.>)
With a loud swooshing of his wings, and a rustle as he landed, Gar dashed up to the site of the crash, panting somewhat, there he stopped to catch his breath; as soon as he saw the explosion, he had flown, and run, nonstop until he arrived, panting heavily, "...This...what...happened...? ...Everyone... ...Are... they alright?..", he finally just gave up and stopped talking, bending over slightly, panting to recover his breath, there was no way he would force himself to do THAT again.
After recooperating a bit, he straightened back up, and surveyed the damage, walking slowly around it, appalled at the destruction he found, eventually spotting Enrique, "What's going on?... What HAPPENED to this place? This.. ...Is everyone alright?"
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Post by Twi on Apr 19, 2006 15:20:13 GMT -5
Twi went into a small room and layed the gun he had found on the table. He removed the bullets from the magazine, they seemed real, but they were all there. There was still something not right about this and he would get to the bottom of it.
He stared to dismantle the weapon to examine it further. He looked at the weapon again and saw something: scratch marks. That had little importance to discovering what had happened. The mechanism was a bit worse-for-wear here and there, nothing major. "I'm sure there was something different about it, and it's not this." he thought. The bayonet was clean, again showing nothing was killed with it. He looked at the scratch marks again and then realised something. There weren't enough scratchmarks on it. If it was dragged from under a rock and was on the impact, it would be almost obliterated.
Twi thought about this for a while. No possibilities he could think of explained how this weapon became unscaved. He put the weapon back together and tried to see the working mechanism. HE tried to fire it....nothing. He checked everything to check but it seemed fine to him. This wasn't a gun. He took out the bullets and tried to open them. They weren't real either. He opened on with ease to find a blue liquid inside. This was a transport for something, made of a tough alloy of sorts. Twi decided to take the gun and bullets to the lab to see if someone could help. He ran out the room with the "weapon" and charged towards the lab.
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Post by contention on Apr 19, 2006 16:00:19 GMT -5
Cracking like thunder, upon a blistered bay did wash the darkest sea. Whipping like a wooden cane against the banister, each tide merely battered at the rail; nothing seemed to follow behind, only the mere solitude of silence. To the ears remained a mute speech, that of which neither evolved nor preached. All that could be done, or was done, had already undergone its term. Completed each lie, wearing away at the struggle which remained: like a wave in the turn or a bird by the rolling way. Nothing seemed to connect, for the waters had run with blind-sight. Some had said, through delusions, that the ocean only answered to the giving; sprouting forth the path to where the lands did meet. But such seemed forgotten, as the fields were torn from their shelter; cast into eternity, where they gathered in useless words by leather backs. That is what ran through the mind, the road on which to follow. When all was burried deep in the illusion 'round, how could any steps lead to where the waterfall sprung?
Stench arose from crevices near and far, or so did spring the rancid scent. Something out of the period, far from the era, erected in the mass of past creation. Like that of ashes or the burnt crisp of bent beams, each worked together and twisted as one. Wrapping round, they bound the nostrils in chains to weigh. Pulling down clear thought, eroding at the dreams above. In useless strides, the mouth continued to bide. Emitting nothing but the raunchy laughter of spewed neglect. Spreading quick, the giggles boiled, from face to toe. Shaking the creature back and forth within the tomb it did lay, filling its lungs with nothing but the established elixer it had constructed from embers bare. In mid-high clouds did raise it's beating, scraping against each lustless scale; molting its scars upon the lifeless ground below.
With a quickened growl, Contention kicked as the walls seemed to move a bit by; letting way their soils and piling to the tip. His teeth shone with a bite of rapture as his fingers groped at the sands beneath. Something inside of him beat faster, letting loose its roar in speeds that did not alter. Bit by bit, his chest rose as his palms became covered in the grime of soot; at last the gesture steadied to a spray of naught but an inch at pace. By such the grasped was lessened, gliding down to touch his hips and lay at a still motion. Out of the corner of his vision appeared but something that had not been before. It seemed to have erupted from the rubble which mimicked in its greeting. Bit to bit, it began to crumble apart, letting in a shell shocked vision. That of some outside welcome, some pledge to what should be, some lustful portion of what was wanted.
With chapped rashness, both sides meet once again in the form of the word. A rush of hope gathered, in something drawing beneath the busom, "If anyone is there......" At such he spoke, and drenched his eyes down to his sleeve, slipping back into a fellowed rest.
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Post by Wildfire the Dragon on Apr 19, 2006 19:17:39 GMT -5
Jay never felt this bad as he looked at the rubble. He couldn't his eyes at all. He felt like crying, and tried his best to hold it.
'Get it together, Jay. I better help, hopefully others made it...I hope.' Jay ran to the rubble and dug as fast as possible. He didn't care if his claws got messed up. As he continued, he found something or better yet someone. "Huh?" He continued to dig and pull large pieces out of the way. 'No...It can be...' He saw a arm of someone, someone Light Blue. He dug furiously and saw part of his face, exposed to the light, while the other was still in rubble. "Guys...It's Teh! But...I don't...think..." He wiped off the tears across his face. "...Help me out!" He pushed on a large debris trying to get the rest of the rubble off of Teh.
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Post by Yoshi on Apr 19, 2006 19:30:26 GMT -5
He smiled weakly at Pink as the situation was explained again, reaching up to rub his eyes and twitching as his fingers rub up against the plastic frames of his sunglasses. He chuckled to himself and quickly removed them, blinking while his eyes adjusted and motioned to the front desk with his left hand. "You are right about getting back, of course. The problem is..." He stoopped blinking and looked directly at Pink, gripping and spinning the sunglasses in his hands.
He sighed. "The problem is that I had not anticipated something like this happening and did not arrange emergency transportation. Unless either of you did so, then we're not going to be going anywhere fast."
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Post by Strangie on Apr 19, 2006 21:09:09 GMT -5
Strangie thought hard, there was no way that they'd be able to make it back fast enough by normal means. His only way of fast transportation was a spiritual technique 1 he learned during his monk training. It was only good once a day, and it wouldn't carry them the distance all the way back to the Corner, not even close, but... "I have an idea. We need to get near a plane headed towards Yoshi's Corner for it to work, though. Do either of you remember where the airport is?" 1 This monk technique is called Abundant Step. www.d20srd.org/srd/classes/monk.htm#abundantStep Look it up. |
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Post by Lord of the Dance on Apr 19, 2006 22:04:36 GMT -5
Everyone was pulling up different objects and requesting help. I didn't know who to go to...
I walked over to Jay, leaving Champ to help Enrique lift the plane's tail.
"That isn't... no way." I couldn't believe it. Everyone really was dead. I cleared off some of the dirt, so at least Teh's body was recognizable.
I heard a small voice coming from somewhere beneath the rock. "If anyone is there..."
"Hey, Jay, did you hear that?" New hope came from within me as I scrambled over to where the voice had come from. "Maybe there's someone in there!" I dug frantically at the rocks, praying that at least someone besides Tempest had survived the bombing.
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Post by Yoshiken on Apr 20, 2006 9:17:49 GMT -5
Yoshiken had taken the loose items, and many other clues that were found by himself and others, to a local research center where there was a lab open to the public. No one was here today on account of the tragedy that occurred at the YC. He took the hat and cut off a square piece to place under an electronic microscope. The microscope was accessed from a computer next to it. He opened the system up and he was able to look at the square piece through the computer screen. He zoomed in, and then zoomed again, and again, and repeated this process until each significant fiber could be identified.
"Hmmmm...I have never seen quite a specimen like this before. It seems that 2 fibers continually interlock with eachother. Not to mention BOTH of the fibers are of rare quality." Yoshiken couldnt tell what fibers they were though, they were completely mysterious to him. He decided to take the square piece with him in a small bag so that he could compare it with other clues later. Now it was time to investigate the metal shard. This would be much easier than identifying the fibers because there were only a limit to the elements and compounds it could contain, and each would be recognizable.
Yoshiken heard steps coming towards the lab. The door opened and Twi stood in the entrance.
"Twi, what are you doing here?" Yoshiken questioned.
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Post by Leoshi on Apr 20, 2006 10:44:42 GMT -5
It was pandemonium wherever he turned, so it came to no surprise when his quiet-voiced question remained unanswered. he stood at the foot of the wreckage, spotting a few of the members still trying to dig out.
"...first, there's death." Leoshi thought. "...then, chaos. The forums have fallen into great pandemonium."
He knelt down toward the rubble and tried to move some. "...ah, but what is going on? Who's done this, and why?" He looked up into the sky.
"Let's see... it seems a plane hit this building. So then, who's plane was it? Where did the plane fly in from. I have a hunch if we find out more about the ill-fated flight, I may be able to discover who's responsible for this. Now, as for why..."
Leoshi looked down. "...I'll bet anything this person wanted immense chaos in YC. This one, or this party responsible may not have set their goals for killing, but to rouse chaos. And the poor staff members where merely stairs that needed to be stepped on. But who would spend so much time and probably money to do something so horrible? Someone or a group who hate YC. But then... who does? Argh, so many questions."
He could feel his eyes a little soar, he had been unintentionally crying as he was in thought. He looked back and saw the others trying to dig.
He began to walk toward them, but when he did, he tripped over a piece of debris. His face hit the ground, causing a loud thud.
"...ow."
He slowly got back up, and looked down. There was the shattered piece of debris his tripped on. It was silver, and shiny. It looked like a chipped-off of the plane. He could tell, because of a number that was imprinted on the side. "0160-" The rest was cut off at the end of shard.
"...it's part of the plane. Aha... if I could just figure out what this number is, I may be able to track where the flight came from... but I certainly can't do this by myself. I need someone who knows about this sort of thing. I need a scientist, or something."
Now, he just needed to find a member who could help him out. "...oh, but where to look?"
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Post by Not-Garr on Apr 20, 2006 14:07:55 GMT -5
Gar stopped, and looked over at Leo, noticing his trip, and stepped carefully towards him, "Leoshi, right? Be careful around here, there's lots of sharp objects around here, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself...", of course, his attention then snapped to Yoshee and what she was yelling, and with a scrape and a dash, he was there in a New York Minute, kneeling alongside her, "Slow down! Slow down!... Whoever's under there might be hurt, you need to be careful, or something could fall on them, or shift... Here, let me handle it. No offense but.. ...I'm more suited to this kind of thing."
And with that, he began to lift out large chunks of rubble, sinking his claws in and tossing them behind him, trying his best to uncover the entire area, so as not to hurt the person below, "Whoever you are! We're coming! Don't move, and please... ...Be alive when we get there.."
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