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bravenewworld2015-07-10 09:10 pm
I • Rampage of The Luggage
1. The Refuge Camp [Action]
[ Nestled deep in the refuge camp was a travel trunk. Like all travel trunks, it was both well-used and well-traveled. It was also asleep. A cacophony of sawing sounds rumbled through the tent flap, causing a passerby to sharply veer away. Rincewind stepped outside and stretched. He had a long day ahead of him. There were groceries to procure and clothes to reluctantly buy. He needed to get out of the camp and find an actual place to stay. The tent was all fine and dandy, but at the end of the day, it was on the breezy side and didn't offer leg room. He had to duck which meant his hat never stayed on his head when he had to stand. ]
[ No, he had to find a new residence. Somehow. But, food first. Rincewind picked a direction and strode. ]
[ The Luggage woke up. ]
2. The Residential District [Action]
[ Something was rocketing through the district. It was box-shaped. It was lost. The Luggage was looking for its master and its master wasn't here. At least, not anymore. It could tell that now, but the realization had dawned, passed through midday, and sunk back beneath the horizon of wooden indifference. The Luggage was doing something else. It knocked a trash can over. That, it decided, was fun! It knocked over another one and, because it could, trampled the spilled contents. An unsuspecting fungoos tried to flee the chaos, bounced, and found itself in a place that was square shaped, padded with folded clothes, and wooden. It would only be later that the unfortunate fungoos would realize it had been consumed by a box with teeth and ghostly legs. ]
[ The Luggage was here. ]
3. The Library [Action]
[ Libraries are quiet, this is a well-known fact spread throughout various cultures, times, and even dimensions. Libraries are always quiet...so why was this one... not? ]
[ The answer was trundling through the romance section like an elephant trying to tiptoe. Rows and rows of books fell like swooning women as The Luggage wade through countless aisles of squashy love stories. A few lucky specimens from the children's section had stolen a free ride atop the closed lid. Other, less fortunate fragments of literature presented themselves as loose pages plastered along The Luggage like tasteless bumper stickers. ]
4. Junes [Action]
[ It should be known that the natural pray of traveling cases are piles of neat, unsuspecting clothes, small dental kits shoved in baggies, and paperback books. It is the first item of this small list that has instigated the current display of utter chaos. Something evil had stomped its way through Junes. Evil, in this case, has a name: The Luggage. If a rude customer was a retail worker's worst nightmare, then The Luggage was a walking, box-shaped embodiment of retail hell: every phantom leg a potentiality of devastation. ]
[ Its current record consists of eight toppled shelves, scattered kitchenware (kettles, pots, spoons, and knives), a decimated door (it didn't stand a chance), and decapitating a mannequin. It was this very same mannequin that The Luggage now stood over, its head tumbling over the lip of the lid and cracking against the floor. The Luggage yawns, displaying several unmentionables caught between its teeth like colorful, breast-shaped broccoli. ]
5. A window of panic [Video]
[ The video flicks on to display an image of a man who's features might draw one's mind to recall the visage of a Rattata were it thirty-five years old, a flunked magus, and wore a hat that pronounced its inability to spell (in more ways than one). Rincewind looked harrowed. He gibbered, realized he was gibbering, and snapped his mouth shut. ]
[ He tried again ]
Er ... hallo. Has anyone seen my luggage? It ... er ... seems to have gone and wandered off.
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[The Lickitung glances to Gordon, then back to the Luggage, setting it down, cautiously. It withdraws most of its tongue, nubby little hands rubbing the tongue as it retracts as if it dislikes the taste of something.]
[The Rhyhorn cautiously takes a step forward, trying to get out of the aisle, some already broken merchandise crushing under foot, giving the rock type pause. Gordon, for his part, keeps his attention on The Luggage.]
Who is your bond-mate?
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[ ??? ]
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Rincewind.
[And this time, the name comes with the no doubt familiar level of promise of nothing good coming at the end of the sentence.]
I do believe I have located your luggage. It was attempting to eat a department store.
[He frowns into the camera, missing Ramsey shooting The Luggage a gesture that'd be rude if it's blobby little hands actually had fingers to make it properly with.]
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An entire store? I didn't think it had the room.
[ Then his mind did a double-take. Oh, no. This was that Gordon fellow, the one he'd spoken to earlier during the political shim sham. He was a 'sir' on duty. He was a peacekeeper. Rincewind gulps. He was in trouble, he could already tell. ]
Sorry, sir. It isn't causing more trouble, is it?
[ The Luggage returns the gesture with a menacing snap of its lid. ]
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There's quite a bit of property damage, and this is just where I caught up to it. Expect to hear from the owners. You really should work on it's behavior.
[The rhyhorn gets away from the last few breakables, and, without any immediate sign of danger, lays down to snooze, breathing heavily.]
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[ Rincewind fidgets. He didn't like the idea of people calling him. No one called him just for a nice chat. There was always a stipulation. Or bad news. His luck made sure of it. ]
I'm ... not going to be arrested for this, am I? If I am, I'd like to know.
[ So he can start running. ]
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Your luggage was acting on it's own, so I don't think there'll be any need to arrest you.
[A brief pause.]
Possibly fine you. But not arrest.
[He surveys the damage.]
It's... quite a bit of damage. You might want to keep tighter reins if you know it can misbehave this badly.
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What do you propose? I can't just nail it down.
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Well, after a bit of roughness, it seemed to calm down a bit. Maybe it can be disciplined? You're hardly the first person in union with an unruly pokémon.
[Maybe the first with one this full of malevolence.]
Perhaps some positive reinforcement? Does it like...
[He trails off.]
Having its... hinges rubbed?
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[ His face was as straight as an ironing board. ]
That's a joke, right? You're ... joking. Sir, I know you haven't been around the Luggage long, but it doesn't take to, well, much of anything. It's a box, with teeth. It follows me almost one-hundred percent of the time, but it only seems to listen to, about, one of every hundred words I say.
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It follows you, that's got to mean something. And it wasn't acting out like this when you two were together, right? City-wide rampages aren't usual behavior for it, are they?
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[ He taps his chin in thought. Brows, creasing together. ]
There's ... the setting? I've been in Sanctuary all my life. So has the Luggage, s'far as I know. That might have something to do with it.
[ He suspects it doesn't, but he's happy to throw suggestions out if it meant not being yelled at for not knowing how to handle his own Luggage. ]
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[He looks to the Luggage, withdrawing the sleeping Susan and the bored looking Ramsey. He taps twice on the lid, gently.]
Come on, let's get you back to Rincewind.
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[ It animates, sprouting its many legs and benignly heels. After serious consideration, the Luggage decides it was a smidgen sore over being tapped. With its body, it casually attempts to bump Gordon's legs. Nothing damaging, just a friendly jostle. A topple, even. ]
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[He watches the box rise up, glancing between his Warp band and it. He stumbles slightly with the jostle, but isn't some foolish old man more fond of pipes and beer and feasts than physical activity, and he keeps his footing smoothly enough.]
Where are you now, Rincewind? We're coming your way, and I think, for the city of Union, I'd rather not let your Luggage lead the search.
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[Gordon doesn't wait for an answer, though, escorting the Luggage through the streets, taking the shortest route to the camp. If Rincewind doesn't agree to meet half-way, Gordon, Rex, Ramsey, and the Luggage will all meet him at the camp.]
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I'll, er, just wait here then.
[ he doesn't know if Gordon will respond. It didn't matter. He'd see him soon. And his Luggage. ]
[ He paces little circles around the center of the camp. A picture of raw nerves bundled in fraying red robes. ]
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Expect to hear from the owner of Junes soon. We'll see where things go from there.
[Another glance at the Luggage.]
And please try to keep a closer eye on it.
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[ Said magus does a fidgeting shuffle with his feet. He sends a sidelong glance at the offending piece of furniture, who contently ignores the figurative daggers tossed haphazardly against its lid. ]
Anyway, thanks for bringing it to me. It's a handful, alright. But, it's my Luggage.
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Well, hopefully, the next time we speak is on better terms. Try to stay out of trouble.
[He gives a polite wave and turns, heading back the way he came.]