Return to Thund....errr, Fleshmarket
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This scene takes place on the night of the New Moon and must end by the 1st July. The clock is counting down....
Grit leads Spartan and anyone else from Gypsy's to a small, undisturbed patch under the Guy West Bridge, a place that the Ogre of Summer knows well. The night is dark as the moon has hidden her face from the world and the bridge seems deserted. Standing to the side, Grit turns to Spartan. "Open the gate, big guy."
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Wyatt silently followed Spartan and Grit, he had quickly grabbed his backpack on the way. There was some stuff in there he might need.
The Fairest was slightly amused to look at the two tough guys having there own kind of communicating. At the same time he was excited to go the the fleshmarket. His first time.
Stopping first at her car, she peeked in the trunk filled with sharp blades, burny things, and power tools for sculpting, but just grabbed a rapier and a camera. wouldn't want to miss anything important. Wyatt came back into sight with a backpack, and Terra felt a little unprepared. it'll be a learning experience, bein' out with people who know whats up.
Spartan steps out of his truck and makes his way to the hedge gate. In his off hand is a guitar case. Setting down the guitar case Spartan stand and holds out a hand. Extending it to the gate he calls up the glamour in him to will the gate to open. Once the gate was open he sets down the guitar case and removes two swords. One a old, rotted and rusting gladius, and one a sword of Sparta. It was well used but kept in pristine condition. The worn out blade went into a sheath on his back and the battle ready blade, in its heavy leather scabbard, attached to his belt.
"Come." The warrior said tossing the guitar case into the back of his truck and then stepping through the gate.
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To Wyatt and Terra's eyes, Spartan appears to step onto the dark surface of the water and disappear into the long shadow cast by the bridge above their heads. On the other side of the gate, the hoplite once more finds himself standing on a dark and dingy replica of the Guy West pedestrian bridge. Thorny vines still grow out of the surrounding Hedge and trail their tendrils in the dark waters below. They also appear to have kept their chokehold on the base of the bridge and the bramble-entangled handrails that lead up to the familiar sight of the entrance to Sal's infamous Fleshmarket. Just as before, two enormous Blunderbores stand backlit by the numerous torches illuminating the market behind them. Once again, the fearsome guardians grip lengths of chain that hold wolves of shadow and darkness in check at their heels.
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Grit, Elemental, Sandharrowed, Mantle (Summer) 1
Grit gives Terra and Wyatt a grin followed by a wink before stepping through the gate as he was flipped through to the Fleshmarket, grains of sand shifting like an old egg timer. Moving ahead a bit, he caught up with Spartan. "Heard about the fight you had last time you passed by, Caster. Was a pretty violent tale, for sure."
"Yes the Victory was good." The hoplite says as he continues into the Fleshmarket. Spartan was looking for the one eyes man. He does not like surprises or mysteries. Spartan also finds a good deal of problem with being summoned like a servant. "Where is One eyed man?" Spartan asks growing impatient...
Not trying to rush but that time limit makes me nervous
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A guitar case, good idea! Wyatt takes a deep breath before he steps through the gate, there he takes his own sword out of his backpack. It had sticked out, suspiciously but wrapped in a plastic bag.
The young Fairest is still thrilled by everything that has to do with the Hedge. Now entering a 'pretty violent tale' wasn't just something. While letting Grit and Spartan lead, he follows behind and tries to contact Terra, to softly ask. 'Have you learned to fight with something?'
"I can swing," mutters Terra defensively, before plunging through to the other side. At the sight on the far side, she nearly takes a step back, but glances at the shadow across the bridge and decides that might not be the best idea.
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"Come on," Grit says, leading Spartan, Wyatt and Terra past the blunderbore bouncers with their shadow hounds and into the Fleshmarket proper. He stops to seemingly breathe in the atmosphere, the smells and sights, and grins. "Damn, its good to be home." And with that, he's off, not looking back to see if the trio keep up as he weaves through the crowds.
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