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The third was the fire itself, set in a clearing near a worn gray wall and tended to by a man wearing black clothes. The man was humming a cheerful tune as he gutted what looked like two trout, one after the other, and proceeded to cook them over the fire. (c)Mr. Happy was unsure whether to join the man, just hide and watch him, or continue on his quest for the testing facility. He took a step towards the fire, then one towards a nearby stand of bushes, then two backwards which caused him to hit his head on a low-hanging tree branch and destroyed any chance of being covert he might have had. As Mr. Happy rubbed the sore spot at the back of his head the man at the fire turned to look in his direction and Mr. Happy saw he had a goatee.
Texan85:No need to hide Mr. Happy, I cooked you a fish.
(c)Mr. Happy took an awkward step toward the flames.
(c)Mr. Happy:You know who I am?
Texan85
C)All of Xanadu knows who you are, although I, perhaps, know more than most.
Texan85:Sit down.
Texan85 scooted to one side as though there were a crowd around the fire and he was making room for one more. (c)Mr. Happy took the proffered seat.
(c)Mr. Happy:You were expecting me?
Texan85 removed a fish from the fire and handed it to Mr. Happy, taking the other one for himself.
Texan85:Sure.
(c)Mr. Happy:But how? And who are you anyway?
Mr. Happy:I think I've heard your name somewhere before...
He took a bite of the fish, watching Texan85. The meat was crisp and savory.
Texan85:How?
Texan85:Well, you've wandered through here at least three times tonight,
Texan85:I suspected you might come by again.
Texan85:As for who am I?
Texan85
C)Just a lonely Texan looking for some company.
(c)Mr. Happy was busy consuming his trout and did not respond. They both sat and ate, the trees about them throwing long shadows into the landscape. Had he really been walking in circles?
Texan85:You'd hardly think we were inside.
Texan85:No need to hide Mr. Happy, I cooked you a fish.
(c)Mr. Happy took an awkward step toward the flames.
(c)Mr. Happy:You know who I am?
Texan85
C)All of Xanadu knows who you are, although I, perhaps, know more than most.
Texan85:Sit down.
Texan85 scooted to one side as though there were a crowd around the fire and he was making room for one more. (c)Mr. Happy took the proffered seat.
(c)Mr. Happy:You were expecting me?
Texan85 removed a fish from the fire and handed it to Mr. Happy, taking the other one for himself.
Texan85:Sure.
(c)Mr. Happy:But how? And who are you anyway?
Mr. Happy:I think I've heard your name somewhere before...
He took a bite of the fish, watching Texan85. The meat was crisp and savory.
Texan85:How?
Texan85:Well, you've wandered through here at least three times tonight,
Texan85:I suspected you might come by again.
Texan85:As for who am I?
Texan85
C)Just a lonely Texan looking for some company.
(c)Mr. Happy was busy consuming his trout and did not respond. They both sat and ate, the trees about them throwing long shadows into the landscape. Had he really been walking in circles?
Texan85:You'd hardly think we were inside.
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That was true. It seemed they were sitting alone beside a campfire in some sort of field. The stark wall beside them could be the one bordering Varrock or one of Runescape's other great cities.
Only looking up ruined the image. Above them the giant eye of the light line glared gloomily downward in place of stars. (c)Mr. Happy finished the fish and assumed a more comfortable sitting position, inhaling the woody fumes of the fire.
Texan85:You seem to bring trouble wherever you go.
(c)Mr. Happy:?
Texan85:First your burning at Lumbridge, now this presidency.
(c)Mr. Happy:They burned Sam, not me
That stirred painful memories.
Texan85:You should add periods to the end of your sentences.
Texan85
therwise you sound like a noob.
(c)Mr. Happy
.
(c)Mr. Happy:Like that?
Texan85:Sure.
Texan85:Anyway, I suspected you were still alive,
Texan85:And I guess you'll be disappointed to hear Cheezit92 is still alive aswell.
(c)Mr. Happy:He's marching into the Wildy, isn't he?
Texan85:Is he? Last I heard he was in Varrock.
(c)Mr. Happy
.
The conversation petered out and they spent a minute or two watching the fire contort itself.
Texan85:Sry if I'm being rude but are you from Texas?
Mr. Happy:Texas?
Texan85:Yea.
(c)Mr. Happy searched his memory and was surprised to find images there that related to Texas - arid landscapes, great expanses of deserted land.
(c)Mr. Happy:No, I don't think so.
(c)Mr. Happy:Why do you ask?
Texan85:Lol, I've been asking that question for ages and you're the first to wonder why I ask it.
Texan85:Why? I'll tell you why.
He paused to collect his thoughts.
Texan85:It's just that there's a person from Texas I am eager to meet
Texan85:Someone named George Bush, you may recall that name?
Mr. Happy shook his head.
Texan85
well, he might be the personal God behind any Runescapian.
Texan85:I have yet to find which one.
Texan85:And when I do...
Only looking up ruined the image. Above them the giant eye of the light line glared gloomily downward in place of stars. (c)Mr. Happy finished the fish and assumed a more comfortable sitting position, inhaling the woody fumes of the fire.
Texan85:You seem to bring trouble wherever you go.
(c)Mr. Happy:?
Texan85:First your burning at Lumbridge, now this presidency.
(c)Mr. Happy:They burned Sam, not me
That stirred painful memories.
Texan85:You should add periods to the end of your sentences.
Texan85
therwise you sound like a noob.
(c)Mr. Happy
.
(c)Mr. Happy:Like that?
Texan85:Sure.
Texan85:Anyway, I suspected you were still alive,
Texan85:And I guess you'll be disappointed to hear Cheezit92 is still alive aswell.
(c)Mr. Happy:He's marching into the Wildy, isn't he?
Texan85:Is he? Last I heard he was in Varrock.
(c)Mr. Happy
.
The conversation petered out and they spent a minute or two watching the fire contort itself.
Texan85:Sry if I'm being rude but are you from Texas?
Mr. Happy:Texas?
Texan85:Yea.
(c)Mr. Happy searched his memory and was surprised to find images there that related to Texas - arid landscapes, great expanses of deserted land.
(c)Mr. Happy:No, I don't think so.
(c)Mr. Happy:Why do you ask?
Texan85:Lol, I've been asking that question for ages and you're the first to wonder why I ask it.
Texan85:Why? I'll tell you why.
He paused to collect his thoughts.
Texan85:It's just that there's a person from Texas I am eager to meet
Texan85:Someone named George Bush, you may recall that name?
Mr. Happy shook his head.
Texan85
well, he might be the personal God behind any Runescapian.
Texan85:I have yet to find which one.
Texan85:And when I do...
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Mr. Happy couldn't decide if that was a threat or not but Texan85 seemed to be finished with his explanation so he interjected -
Mr. Happy
ersonal God?
Texan85:You don't know what a personal God is?
Mr. Happy shook his head.
Texan85:Really...
(c)Mr. Happy:Yea
Texan85
C)Usually people around here mention them all the time...
Texan85:Well, the basic principle is
Texan85:There are other Gods besides the basic Runescape ones.
Texan85
ne God creates each person on Tutorial Island
Texan85:And these Gods live life on a higher level of reality than us.
Texan85:Some people recall things from their God's life as though it had been their own.
Texan85:You knew about Texas(C) so you must have experienced this.
(c)Mr. Happy:Yeah, I also remembered someone named Leonardo Davinci earlier...
Texan85:Hehe, and made Decaprio lose his post I hear.
Texan85:I dimly recall this Davinci aswell.
(c)Mr. Happy:So you think there is a higher reality?
Texan85:Certainly.
(c)Mr. Happy:And they're writing our lives?
Texan85:Writing? No.
Texan85:I believe we split from them a long time ago.
Texan85:They used to be able to control our very existence on this game,
Texan85:But now we decide our own individuals.
(c)Mr. Happy:And they're writing us?
Texan85:You just asked that.
(c)Mr. Happy
, sry
Silence settled again like a blanket. Then Mr. Happy suddenly remembered.
(c)Mr. Happy:I know where I heard your name!
Mr. Happy:You're the law rune guy!
Mr. Happy:I mean the guy hunting whoever stole the law runes
Texan85
eriods, (c)Mr. Happy.
(c)Mr. Happy
.
Texan85:But yes, thats me.
(c)Mr. Happy:So you found him?
Texan85:It depends on how you look at it I guess.
(c)Mr. Happy:You didn't find him?
Texan85:Are you really a Xanadian?
The question was abrupt and momentarily startled Mr. Happy.
(c)Mr. Happy:What? Me? Not really.
Texan85:You're not planning on staying here?
Mr. Happy:No, me and Base4 are escaping tomorrow I think.
Mr. Happy
ersonal God?
Texan85:You don't know what a personal God is?
Mr. Happy shook his head.
Texan85:Really...
(c)Mr. Happy:Yea
Texan85
C)Usually people around here mention them all the time...
Texan85:Well, the basic principle is
Texan85:There are other Gods besides the basic Runescape ones.
Texan85
ne God creates each person on Tutorial Island
Texan85:And these Gods live life on a higher level of reality than us.
Texan85:Some people recall things from their God's life as though it had been their own.
Texan85:You knew about Texas(C) so you must have experienced this.
(c)Mr. Happy:Yeah, I also remembered someone named Leonardo Davinci earlier...
Texan85:Hehe, and made Decaprio lose his post I hear.
Texan85:I dimly recall this Davinci aswell.
(c)Mr. Happy:So you think there is a higher reality?
Texan85:Certainly.
(c)Mr. Happy:And they're writing our lives?
Texan85:Writing? No.
Texan85:I believe we split from them a long time ago.
Texan85:They used to be able to control our very existence on this game,
Texan85:But now we decide our own individuals.
(c)Mr. Happy:And they're writing us?
Texan85:You just asked that.
(c)Mr. Happy
, sry
Silence settled again like a blanket. Then Mr. Happy suddenly remembered.
(c)Mr. Happy:I know where I heard your name!
Mr. Happy:You're the law rune guy!
Mr. Happy:I mean the guy hunting whoever stole the law runes
Texan85
eriods, (c)Mr. Happy.
(c)Mr. Happy
.
Texan85:But yes, thats me.
(c)Mr. Happy:So you found him?
Texan85:It depends on how you look at it I guess.
(c)Mr. Happy:You didn't find him?
Texan85:Are you really a Xanadian?
The question was abrupt and momentarily startled Mr. Happy.
(c)Mr. Happy:What? Me? Not really.
Texan85:You're not planning on staying here?
Mr. Happy:No, me and Base4 are escaping tomorrow I think.
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He suddenly realized he had said too much.
(c)Mr. Happy:That last part was a joke.
Texan85:And quite a funny one too.
Texan85 was smiling. (c)Mr. Happy didn't think that was a good sign.
Texan85:It's all for the good if you're escaping, it means I can confide in you.
Texan85:You don't tell my secret and I won't tell anyone your joke. Deal?
He held out a hand and Mr. Happy cautiously shook it.
(c)Mr. Happy:Um, you haven't told me a secret yet
Texan85:I haven't? Well then I'd better tell you one.
Texan85 leaned inward conspiratorially and Mr. Happy found himself doing the same.
Texan85:I stole the law runes.
(c)Mr. Happy sat back up again.
(c)Mr. Happy:What? Then who are you chasing?
Texan85:No one.
Texan85:You see, I've decided that there are just too many opportunities in a war
Texan85:To have fun and sow confusion and I might as well make the best of it.
Texan85:And what better way is there than to be three places at once?
Mr. Happy:The Xanadians never caught you?
Texan85:Lol, I stole half their law runes and they gave me the other half
Texan85:To hunt down the thief.
Texan85:They suspect nothing.
(c)Mr. Happy:They still have a law rune, I saw it.
Texan85:The display one?
Mr. Happy:Yea
Texan85:Lol, that's a fake, a replica.
His smile became broader.
Texan85:I got the display one last time I was here.
(c)Mr. Happy:Could I have a law rune?
Texan85:I'd love to give you one, my friend, but no.
Texan85:They're in limited supply, and anyway what would a Xanadian think if they caught you
Texan85:Fiddling around with one of those?
Mr. Happy:I'd be careful...
Texan85:It takes years of practice to perfect teleportation anyway.
Texan85:I studied law runes at the magic guild for five years before pulling off my stunt.
Texan85:But it paid off.
Texan85:You know, if you work it right, you can teleport almost anywhere in Runescape
Mr. Happy
(c)Mr. Happy:That last part was a joke.
Texan85:And quite a funny one too.
Texan85 was smiling. (c)Mr. Happy didn't think that was a good sign.
Texan85:It's all for the good if you're escaping, it means I can confide in you.
Texan85:You don't tell my secret and I won't tell anyone your joke. Deal?
He held out a hand and Mr. Happy cautiously shook it.
(c)Mr. Happy:Um, you haven't told me a secret yet
Texan85:I haven't? Well then I'd better tell you one.
Texan85 leaned inward conspiratorially and Mr. Happy found himself doing the same.
Texan85:I stole the law runes.
(c)Mr. Happy sat back up again.
(c)Mr. Happy:What? Then who are you chasing?
Texan85:No one.
Texan85:You see, I've decided that there are just too many opportunities in a war
Texan85:To have fun and sow confusion and I might as well make the best of it.
Texan85:And what better way is there than to be three places at once?
Mr. Happy:The Xanadians never caught you?
Texan85:Lol, I stole half their law runes and they gave me the other half
Texan85:To hunt down the thief.
Texan85:They suspect nothing.
(c)Mr. Happy:They still have a law rune, I saw it.
Texan85:The display one?
Mr. Happy:Yea
Texan85:Lol, that's a fake, a replica.
His smile became broader.
Texan85:I got the display one last time I was here.
(c)Mr. Happy:Could I have a law rune?
Texan85:I'd love to give you one, my friend, but no.
Texan85:They're in limited supply, and anyway what would a Xanadian think if they caught you
Texan85:Fiddling around with one of those?
Mr. Happy:I'd be careful...
Texan85:It takes years of practice to perfect teleportation anyway.
Texan85:I studied law runes at the magic guild for five years before pulling off my stunt.
Texan85:But it paid off.
Texan85:You know, if you work it right, you can teleport almost anywhere in Runescape
Mr. Happy
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He hadn't really expected to get anything anyway.
Texan85:So what is someone like you doing out so late at night?
Mr. Happy:I could ask you that too
Texan85:I'm just meeting some old friends before I'm off again. And you?
Mr. Happy stood up, suddenly remembering his mission.
(c)Mr. Happy
h! I have to go.
He began walking into the darkness which was closing in on the waning fire.
Texan85:Go where?
Mr. Happy:It doesn't matter.
Texan85:The experimental facility?
Mr. Happy:The testing building?
Texan85:Yea.
(c)Mr. Happy:Yes, how did you know that?
Texan85:You were circling it earlier this night.
(c)Mr. Happy:I was?
Texan85:Yeah, it's right over there.
He pointed to the stone wall which bordered the light from the fire.
(c)Mr. Happy
, ty
Texan85:Np.
Texan85:So, why in there?
Mr. Happy, who had been heading towards the wall, turned back again.
(c)Mr. Happy:Just a feeling
Texan85:K, you want me to show you in?
Again Mr. Happy was startled.
(c)Mr. Happy:No thnx, I can do it myself.
Texan85:As you wish.
He stood up and started throwing dirt on the fire.
(c)Mr. Happy:I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen soon
Texan85:Intuition?
Mr. Happy:Intuition?
Texan85:Nvm.
(c)Mr. Happy:You might want to leave soon.
Texan85
C)Alright, Ill keep that in mind.
A last handful of moist dirt doused the flames, and dropped the site into blackness. A cloud of smoke silently dispersed upwards. Two shadowy figures were left facing each other in the midnight landscape, neither able to see the other. Without another word they parted, (c)Mr. Happy heading towards the testing facility and Texan85 striding northwards.
Texan85:So what is someone like you doing out so late at night?
Mr. Happy:I could ask you that too
Texan85:I'm just meeting some old friends before I'm off again. And you?
Mr. Happy stood up, suddenly remembering his mission.
(c)Mr. Happy
h! I have to go.
He began walking into the darkness which was closing in on the waning fire.
Texan85:Go where?
Mr. Happy:It doesn't matter.
Texan85:The experimental facility?
Mr. Happy:The testing building?
Texan85:Yea.
(c)Mr. Happy:Yes, how did you know that?
Texan85:You were circling it earlier this night.
(c)Mr. Happy:I was?
Texan85:Yeah, it's right over there.
He pointed to the stone wall which bordered the light from the fire.
(c)Mr. Happy
, ty
Texan85:Np.
Texan85:So, why in there?
Mr. Happy, who had been heading towards the wall, turned back again.
(c)Mr. Happy:Just a feeling
Texan85:K, you want me to show you in?
Again Mr. Happy was startled.
(c)Mr. Happy:No thnx, I can do it myself.
Texan85:As you wish.
He stood up and started throwing dirt on the fire.
(c)Mr. Happy:I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen soon
Texan85:Intuition?
Mr. Happy:Intuition?
Texan85:Nvm.
(c)Mr. Happy:You might want to leave soon.
Texan85
C)Alright, Ill keep that in mind.
A last handful of moist dirt doused the flames, and dropped the site into blackness. A cloud of smoke silently dispersed upwards. Two shadowy figures were left facing each other in the midnight landscape, neither able to see the other. Without another word they parted, (c)Mr. Happy heading towards the testing facility and Texan85 striding northwards.
27-May-2006 22:03:34 - Last edited on 27-May-2006 22:04:42 by Azure Sunday
Where were they then? Varrock was deserted, Starwarfan had told of a noob migration into the Wilderness…
Another question followed on the heels of the first: Where had Voldemort gone off to? Shortly after entering the Wildy he had broken off from Zezima and headed east on what he had proclaimed a *scouting mission’. He hadn’t mentioned what he was doing but Zezima suspected it had something to do with Starwarfan0.
He suddenly noticed a figure sprinting towards him over the blasted ground. Judging by its Verac outfit it was one of his elitists. The man slowed to a walk and approached Zezima cautiously, as though expecting a fight.
Elitemage:Zezima?
Zezima eyed the man warily. His gaze slipped from the brown eyes that appeared trapped behind the bars of the Verac helmet to the flail’s tip that swayed like a pendulum through the air. Zezima recalled Voldemort saying that some elitist leaders disappeared mysteriously. There were some traitors amongst his troops…
But Elitemage was eyeing him just as suspiciously.
Zezima:Yea?
Elitemage:You’re back.
The statement sounded disconsolate, not cheerful.
Zezima:Yeah.
Elitemage:You shouldn’t have come.
Zezima:Why? What’s happened?
Elitemage:I’ll give you a chance to turn back, and no one will know.
Elitemage
lease take it.
Zezima:?
Elitemage didn’t respond.
Zezima:No,(C) I'm going to the mage arena.
Zezima:What’s happened?
Elitemage:You sure?
Zezima:I’m going even if you try to stop me.
This conversation was becoming a little weird. What was going on?
Elitemage:Alright, follow me then
His voice was resigned.
Elitemage:I’m sorry.
Zezima:Sorry for what?
Elitemage was silent.
Zezima was alert. His senses picked up the sounds of the wind picking at the dust of the Wildy and brushing it against the dead trees. Nearby a crow flew down to roost on a branch and the sound of its wings grated against his ears.
Another question followed on the heels of the first: Where had Voldemort gone off to? Shortly after entering the Wildy he had broken off from Zezima and headed east on what he had proclaimed a *scouting mission’. He hadn’t mentioned what he was doing but Zezima suspected it had something to do with Starwarfan0.
He suddenly noticed a figure sprinting towards him over the blasted ground. Judging by its Verac outfit it was one of his elitists. The man slowed to a walk and approached Zezima cautiously, as though expecting a fight.
Elitemage:Zezima?
Zezima eyed the man warily. His gaze slipped from the brown eyes that appeared trapped behind the bars of the Verac helmet to the flail’s tip that swayed like a pendulum through the air. Zezima recalled Voldemort saying that some elitist leaders disappeared mysteriously. There were some traitors amongst his troops…
But Elitemage was eyeing him just as suspiciously.
Zezima:Yea?
Elitemage:You’re back.
The statement sounded disconsolate, not cheerful.
Zezima:Yeah.
Elitemage:You shouldn’t have come.
Zezima:Why? What’s happened?
Elitemage:I’ll give you a chance to turn back, and no one will know.
Elitemage
lease take it.
Zezima:?
Elitemage didn’t respond.
Zezima:No,(C) I'm going to the mage arena.
Zezima:What’s happened?
Elitemage:You sure?
Zezima:I’m going even if you try to stop me.
This conversation was becoming a little weird. What was going on?
Elitemage:Alright, follow me then
His voice was resigned.
Elitemage:I’m sorry.
Zezima:Sorry for what?
Elitemage was silent.
Zezima was alert. His senses picked up the sounds of the wind picking at the dust of the Wildy and brushing it against the dead trees. Nearby a crow flew down to roost on a branch and the sound of its wings grated against his ears.
27-May-2006 22:05:56
By the time they reached the mage arena, however, nothing had happened. The structure loomed before them, its octagonal outer wall looking like soft clay with rocks randomly stuck in its surface. Zezima guessed it had been built like that to make it look like a protrusion of the Wilderness. During war those rocks would make excellent handholds for any enemies, however. This outer wall encircled the arena – a large flat disk of smooth rock surrounded by a moat of molten rock which took up almost the entire interior. In the northern portion of the mage arena a large tower sprouted from the ground. It had been constructed shortly before the first noob rebellion and was made of the same clay-like material as the outer wall. It spanned part of the lava moat and intruded slightly on the circular arena. From where Zezima stood it seemed a large, defiant finger thrust from the earth at the edge of the world.
Elitemage had been quiet for some time now and led Zezima just as quietly to a small door set into the southeastern wall of the mage arena. It was meant to blend in with the surrounding wall but the straight cracks marking the door’s edges were easily visible.
Zezima:Why aren’t we using the northern entrance?
Elitemage:They don’t want people coming through there right now.
Zezima:Who don’t?
Elitemage:N(C)umanuma3 and the others.
Zezima:But an elitist could surely get in…
Elitemage rapidly ra(C)pped the stone door four times with his knuckles.
Elitemage:Its been closed against possible attacks,
Elitemage:There’s been an active outcast group nearby for a while now.
Zezima
h.
A series of taps came through the door from the other side. Elitemage answered with three more taps. Sounds of latches coming undone could be heard faintly through the rock and then the door was pushed heavily outward. Zezima and Elitemage took a step backwards.
Elitemage had been quiet for some time now and led Zezima just as quietly to a small door set into the southeastern wall of the mage arena. It was meant to blend in with the surrounding wall but the straight cracks marking the door’s edges were easily visible.
Zezima:Why aren’t we using the northern entrance?
Elitemage:They don’t want people coming through there right now.
Zezima:Who don’t?
Elitemage:N(C)umanuma3 and the others.
Zezima:But an elitist could surely get in…
Elitemage rapidly ra(C)pped the stone door four times with his knuckles.
Elitemage:Its been closed against possible attacks,
Elitemage:There’s been an active outcast group nearby for a while now.
Zezima
h.
A series of taps came through the door from the other side. Elitemage answered with three more taps. Sounds of latches coming undone could be heard faintly through the rock and then the door was pushed heavily outward. Zezima and Elitemage took a step backwards.
27-May-2006 22:06:17
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