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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2013 23:14:14 GMT -5
Ugo stumbled into the town, he was drunk what was new. He had been released from his chains by his last master, it was the first time in centuries he was free but things were not as good as things might seem. He had tricked the boy whom had released him from the ring into releasing his shackles. Ugo killed the boy but the ring... WHERE WAS THE RING!?
Ugo had been careless, by the time he noticed the ring was missing it had been sold by the boy's parents to a private dealer. Ugo spent the next few months trying to track it down. Apparently some one in this shit town had his ring and so his true freedom.
He stumbled up to the desk of the motel. He rang the bell over and over until someone came to answer. Ugo slapped a hundred dollar bill on the counter.
"That is what Saladin pays... one week I stay."
His accent was a thick middle eastern blend, perhaps Saudi or Iraqi. The man at the counter eyed him suspiciously as Saladin grabbed a room key from the wall. The man seemed startled and cowered behind the counter.
"I'm going to call the police Mr!"
"You are making Saladin very unhappy..."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 23:26:28 GMT -5
A few doors from the front desk of the motel, a mob of human scum desperately awaited their share of their addictions, a single man at the center of it all. Barry Raymond, local drug dealer, had been resting in this very motel for months on the sole currency of dealing with tourists, regulars, and workers at this shit place. Barry had customers swarming here, which luckily gave this shack a sliver of business, which the owner was very grateful for. So, the last thing the little asshole wanted to do was upset Barry.
Even through the bustling insanity of the drug addicts surrounding Barry, he had taken great interest in the giant mass that dragged itself here. The beast was literally a walking tank and the local man had never seen him around these parts, which raised his suspicions greatly. “Back the fuck up you rats!” He snarled, pushing aside the clients as he tiptoed slowly to the front office, trying his best to listen in. Within seconds he heard the one thing he didn’t want to here. Cops. Shit... that little fuck better not or I’m bringing this shit hole with me...
“Hey dude, what’s happenin’ man!” Barry was quick to cut into the conversation, making it a priority to deter the owner from the strange man in an effort to avoid any confrontation with the ‘po-po’. “What, you already forgot, I told you one of my guys was comin’ to back me up!” He came up with a quick lie and stood beside the Djinn, begging that this lug of brawn would catch up with him so they could get out of this mess quickly.
“Barry, I’m tired of your people coming here!” The owner snapped, waving an angry finger in his face. The human only crumpled his nose in response and itched at his scalp irritably before approaching the verbal attacker. Whispering, he began to threaten the poor man. “Look you little shit, if you don’t back the fuck off I will be sure to take this dump down with me you here me. No cops, no trouble. Just get the hell out...”
The man backed away, stunned by the drug dealer’s warning and he could only respond with bumbling silence. “G-Get out of here, just leave in the morning you here!” The man hoped he would never have to see Ugo again.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 23:51:33 GMT -5
Ugo looked confused at this man whom seemed to be trying to help him. He looked Christian, then again most people in this wet hell seemed Christian to Ugo. Why was a Christian helping him,and why was the world spinning. Ugo's broww furrowed in concentration as he thought of the english pig's words.
"Uh Yes Saladin is backup."
Ugo turned to the man and clapped him hard on the shoulder. He nodded his head with a smile and then began walking toward the strip of rooms taking a swig from his bottle. Saladin hated this world, he hated the stink of it. It seemed a cruel joke he would be summoned here into the heart of the infidel's territory. Ugo knew he would have to blend in, the Christians had powerful wizards and he would not let himself be shackled again.
"Saladin asks you Christian... why do you help? Why not let Christian soldiers put Saladin in chains?"
Ugo seemed very curious as he turned and asked the man. His hand was on the door to which he had taken the key, coincidentally right next to his savior's room. Ugo knew the man was up to something, was he a Wizard?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 0:20:49 GMT -5
Saladin? Was that the joker’s name, really? He was helping a terrorist, seriously? Man, karma had a cruel way of showing its ugly face. Freakin’ foreigners... think they fuckin’ own the place. Barry grunted achingly as the massive monster of a man smacked him in the shoulder, trying to seal this lie of their apparent friendship to the blubbering motel owner. The drug dealer only sighed in relief that this giant drunk had caught onto his plan and soon they were both free to escape and Barry huffed, relieved that he had managed to twist the pathetic shit’s arm enough to back off. As the small thin human sauntered down the long walkway, the towering mystery followed after him and it seemed to be observing him.
Then, just before Barry attempted to retreat back to his herd of beggars, the man questioned him. “Why? Cause I don’t want any fuckin’ trouble around here. Look at me, I sell drugs dude. I don’t need black and whites coming here crashing my spot.” He rolled his eyes from this man’s ridiculous lack of common sense. Was he born yesterday or something?
Also, what was up with this ‘Christian’ business. Barry was far from that. “And the name isn’t Christian, its Barry.” He paused and began to observe this strange man closely. Jesus he is huge. Could probably snap me in half. He muttered to himself. “I’m guessing you name is Saladin?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 0:38:58 GMT -5
"I am Saladin Bin Ugo, you have me mistaken. I call you Christian not because Christian is your name. It is because you are Christian, this place is crawling with Christians..."
Ugo seemed to spit out the word christian, He could remember the damage done to his homeland during the crusades. His master at the time had wished to make the christians pay, and so their land was made clean again and many Christians died. Ugo had only been back in the mortal realm a few weeks and on this magic box the christians called a TV he saw yet another crusade though these Christians wore camoflage and carried wands of death.
"Saladin is in your debt. Tell Saladin, what drugs do you have Christian?
Ugo was interested, there was very little which truly affected him, and alchohol seemed the cheapest and most effective. Perhaps though this Christian could educate him, broaden his horizons.
"What is name of this place B..Barry? Saladin is curious."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 1:17:09 GMT -5
Barry couldn’t help but chuckle from the foreigner’s assumptions that he was Christian. “Trust me dude, I am far from a Christian. My mom was a hooker and I have no f*ckin’ idea who my dad is; I never gone to church once thank Jesus.” He continued to cackle at the very image of him sitting in such a holy place for his very essence would disturb its peaceful balance. “Boring as sh*t. And trust me Sal, most people that say they are Christian, aren’t.” He paused, gazing at the man with his dull blue eyes. “I can call you Sal right, or do I have to say all of that?”
Barry was rather astonished that this individual believed that he owed this dealer something. Technically yeah, he does owe me. He whispered to himself, pondering curiously at what this mysterious person could possibly do for him. Then, Saladin began to question what he had in stock. Alright, now this was getting interesting. Smirking, Barry answered, “I’ve got whatever you need man. You a smoker or a sniffer? What’s your poison?”
Then, Saladin continued with his rather odd questions and Barry wanted to get back to his business talk but looking at the large brawny man, it was obviously he had no idea what the world was like in New Orlands. “You are in New Orlands man, the place of opportunity and freak phenomenons. Seriously, so much sh*t seems to happen here I cannot believe there are still residents around!” He whispered.
“Where you from Saladin? You obviously are not from-” As he questioned, he was suddenly interrupted by a hungry hand, trying to fish his merchandise out of his pockets. The thief groaned and moaned as he wriggled his fingers into Barry’s pockets, trying to grab whatever he could find. As the single man attacked, the other drug induced zombies followed, seemingly unaware of the massive man standing so close by. “Get the f*ck off me you sh*theads! Your not getting anything for free!” Barry hollered, trying to free himself from the ravenous pack but after a few moments, they began to grow more violent, throwing punches at each other and a few almost getting at Barry’s face.
A single man dragged himself toward Saladin, his arm outstretched. “Please, I need drugs man... give it to me.” As he spoke, his voice gurgled from pain to anger for he was not receiving anything he wanted fast enough. Little did any of them know was that they were definitely messing with the wrong man.
“f*ck off assholes!” Barry snarled again, pushing and shoving as he tried to escape.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 12:52:41 GMT -5
Ugo snarled at the junkies as they moved in on Barry. He grabbed the one sifting through his pockets by the hair, slamming his face into the wall. Ugo moved like a commando, his motions precise and fluid. He grabbed another and headbutted him roughly crumpling the man to the ground. One of the junkies pulled a knife and swung it at Ugo only to have it caught in the Djinn's hand by the blade. The attacker screamed out in fear as the blade dissapeared as if it never existed. "f*ck it man it's not worth this sh*t!." The man scrambled away running for his life, the others whom were still concious did the same.
"Saladin's debt is now paid..."
Ugo took another swig of his liquor draining the bottle. He looked angrily at the empty bottle and threw it down smashing it at his feet. He swayed a bit from the effects of the drink. Ugo looked into Barry's eyes looking annoyed. He needed something to dull the senses of this world. It reeked of flesh and blood, and this Orlands was a wet humid mess which was becoming his own personal hell.
"Smoke, Sniff, this does not matter. Saladin wants the strongest you have."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 13:15:51 GMT -5
Barry didn’t even have time to predict what had transpired in seconds and before long the sniveling rats were scurrying away, ditching the drugs for their lives. Barry’s azure eyes slowly turned to the red splotch plastered on the wall beside him, an indention of pain forever placed on the wall. Jesus, who was is this guy? Some undercover dude or something? Scratching his head, awkwardly hopping over the few bodies that Saladin had seamlessly disposed of. “Y-Yeah I guess it is.” He muttered, still stunned as he gazed at their mangled forms. “You’re quite the tank Saladin. You part of the government or something?” Leaning against the wall he was appeased that now he didn’t have to worry about the blood suckers jumping him. He was having the strangest luck these last few days. First that one freak steroid dude and now this hulk. Why do I attract the monsters huh? He said to himself, huffing as he placed a long slender cigar into his mouth.
Barry pondered a moment, seeing what he could expose this stranger to. “You know what,” Fishing into his trench coat pockets. “Cause you saved my life Conan, I’ll give one of each for free.” He gathered bags upon bags of drugs, displaying them to the possible customer. “You seem like a cool guy, and it will be rather interesting how it’ll effect you. Why don’t we just chill out here and do some shit huh?” He questioned, tempted to give the monster a friendly smack on the back but halted as he recalled the pain that shuddered through his own lean form. Yeah... don’t think I want that again.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 16:01:01 GMT -5
Ugo grabbed the drugs like an animal fearing it's master would take it's bone. His imposing form looked weak at that moment. He looked up from the stash to Barry, this human had to be up to something, did he know what Ugo was? Ugo followed barry into his room looking curiously about. It was hard to adjust to these modern times, things were so different. When last Ugo was freed from his ring he was the property of a Sultan in the Ottoman Empire.
"What nice things you have Barry. Saladin wonders, If you are not Christian why do you look like Christian."
Ugo took the baggie of Cocaine Barry had given him and quickly inhaled the whole bag. Ugo's face lit up and he jolted to his feet. He began to pace around the room menacingly, grunting like a savage. He stopped at the Television and raised it above his head.
"Raaaaaaaaaaaaghhh!! I am Ugo! I curse this Wizard box!"
With that Ugo hurled the TV through the wall adjoining their rooms leaving a large hole of splintered timbers and drywall. Ugo raised his arms triumphantly and bellowed out a great laugh. He clapped Barry on the back again still laughing. It seemed Ugo was pleased.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 22:45:51 GMT -5
Barry observed this massive form as he snatched the bag and sniffed the entire bag like a vacuum and for a moment, Barry was tempted to stop Saladin from doing so but it was already all gone. Huffing irritably he took drawl steps toward the pathetic square this shit hole called a mattress. “You better no fuckin’ OD on me dude cause I will ditch you so f-” Within seconds, the hulk trotted around the room in a craze released a bellowing howl. “Wh-whoa dude! Chill out dude d-” He ducked his head to the bed as a television came hurling in his general vicinity. The explosive noise of busted plywood and crumbling walls caused him to utter a soft groan, for his only working ear took powerful sounds to the extreme.
“The hell asshole, how the fuck am I supposed!” He stomped toward Saladin in a vain attempt to calm him but he only received an aching back as the massive crazed foreigner smacked him hard, almost causing the feeble Barry to topple over. “Yo, Crazy Conan calm the fuck down! Give me the rest of my shit, you are fuckin’ dangerous dude!” Thinking now, this probably was not the best idea.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 23:43:42 GMT -5
Ugo looked at barry perplexed for a momment, was this worm trying to take his drugs? He shoved barry to the floor roughly towering over him like a colossus. He glared at the man, Just as he was begining to like this Barry.
"You want what belongs to Saladin?! This is not wise of you... Saladin can cause you much pain Barry. No you will give Saladin more and Saladin will spare you."
Ugo crossed his arms over his chest angrily. It seemed every Human in this Orlands wished for death. So much for blending in. If only he could find the ring he could leave this pit of a town and settle deep in the desert of the sahara where he knew what to expect.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 23:54:11 GMT -5
Well, fuck. Barry snarled as he found himself on the ground, crashing face first into the floor. “How many times am I supposed to hit the goddamn floor this week huh?” He snapped aloud, flipping over and his furious mood suddenly changed to utter terror as the massive monster casted it domineering shadow over him and Barry could only lay their, defenseless against this powerful titan. He had to think of something fast or he would join those junkies outside with their faces crumbled into the wall. “H-Hey, watch it Saladin! Alright, I’ll give you some more shit just, don’t hurt me.” He quietly begged for his life, but tried his best not to sound incredibly desperate.
“So much for staying in the dark. I’m gonna have to ditch this place.” He grumbled angrily, peering to the large hole in the wall. Thankfully for Barry, the owner was apparently too high in the clouds to notice the ruckus so the two would be fine for the night. However, Barry would definitely have to book it in the morning to escape any trouble that would follow.
“Alright, here ya’ go.” Shoving his hands into his pockets he tossed the plethora of drugs he had stashed in almost every inch of his trench coat. “Happy now. Dude, I just don’t want any trouble man and throwing a television through the wall isn’t exactly the best thing. I don’t need no po-po on my ass. I’m sure you don’t either.” He paused and scanned the bulking man. “Although, looking at you I think they would be in more trouble man. Where the hell do you work out?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 0:28:02 GMT -5
Ugo grabbed the drugs stuffing them in his pockets. He would have to keep an eye on this Barry. Ugo grabbed barry by his shirt and lifted him to his feet. He would get some information from this whelp before he moved on.
"Where is safe place Barry speaks of? Where can Saladin go? Christian knights are searching for Saladin.
Ugo brushed the man off giving him a slightly apologetic look. He needed Barry's insights for now or else he would have to deal with the forces searching for him after he murdered his last master.Ugo could kill his pursuers but that would bring increased scrutiny, then the Christians would send the Magi to bind him in chains of servitude.
"You will help Saladin hide. You help Saladin find ring. Saladin will kill your enemies!"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 0:55:33 GMT -5
The drug dealer suddenly found himself off the ground and hovering in the air, suspended by his shirt with two dark eyes gazing through him with danger glittering beneath. What have I gotten myself into? Barry shuddered to himself, wriggling slightly as it was rather uncomfortable in this position. The human almost protested aloud before he noticed a conscience-stricken stare buried beneath the overbearing visage of Saladin. Usually such things didn’t bother the heartless coward, but when an enormous man is dangling you in the air, you begin to think things through me clearly.
“A ring? What you need a ring for? And dude, I’m not some boss in this game of drug dealing. I’m little the sh*t in the toilet that didn’t go all the way done. I’m expendable and half the time I use the sh*t they tell me to sell.” He paused, itching his noggin irritably again. “I think you’ll have better luck with them, not me.”
“And hide you? That’s like trying to hide the Hulk, but whatever...” He huffed before squinting his eyes angrily. “Can you let me go please?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 11:16:34 GMT -5
"Perhaps you can be drug box with Saladin's help of course. Saladin had ring stolen from him, family heirloom very important to Saladin."
Ugo set Barry down gently, This human could be useful. Ugo was sure of one thing, the drugs were good, his physical form was resistant to alot of things but thankfully not drugs and alchohol. Ugo was a stranger in this Orlands, he would need Barry to help him blend in and if Barry could not help then Ugo would find another. He cursed needing help, he was a great and powerful Djinn he could grant wishes which could change the very fabric of existance but never grant them to himself. Ugo naturally knew many spells but a learned Magi could overpower him. Ages ago his race had been enslaved by Abdul Alhazred and forced them to build him an empire.
"Saladin is new to your Orlands, must learn your ways. Otherwise the Christians will enslave Saladin."
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