((OOC Note: The following entries are based off chat room experiences. Text from other players has been left out as their story line did not revolve around the Gus's. Some may have noticed what he was up too, but that part has been edited as well as I do not have authority to post for their characters. Do enjoy the suspense however.))
The Marketplace: The little motorized rocket flies high above as the Gnome drives it carefully to the ground. Once coming to a complete stop the metal contraption suddenly backfires, smoke pillowing out from it's small tail pipe. Gus removes the thick green goggles and dismounts his little rocket. Immediately the little fellow withdraws a list from his robes and begins looking it over.
"Chains, check. Nails, check. Blow Torch, check, Test subjects...." the Gnome rolled his paper up and placed it back into his inside pocket. The mission he had been assigned wasn't a dangerous one and most of the ingredients he needed were simply stocked at a hardware store. The subjects on the other hand would be a difficult task. Retreating to the back of his rocket, the Gnome popped the trunk and began investigating it's contents. He almost tipped over into the small space but fortune smiled upon him as gravity pulled his little body back towards the ground. He emerged from the trunk, wooden club in hand, he gave it a few swings. Gus took a moment to look around. Quiet. And even if it wasn't, no one would pay him any attention. Gnomes were often unseen nor heard and from his own personal experience because so many distrusted them. The future act, should it been witnessed, could carry that small fact a bit farther in the minds of Rhy'din citizens.
Eureka! thought the Gnome as he padded by a homeless drunk, face planted on a bench. "It's my lucky day," the four words escaped from his mouth quietly. He gave another look around and poked the drunk citizen with his club. It replied with a few grumbles but Gus needed to not fear for his life. Once he was sure the coast was clear there came the solid whack!against the unlucky mans head. It wasn't enough to kill him but just enough to make sure Gus would have a peaceful ride returning to his client.
The Gnome placed his club into his robe and grabbed the man's feet. He pulled. He pulled. He pulled even harder until the limb body fell onto the ground. Gus wiped his forehead eying his rocket. How was he going to drag a man that far - twenty feet was it' Better yet, would he even fit in the trunk? One way to find out, the Gnome continued to pull. Finally, the task was nearly complete. A passer-by seemed to give the Gnome a curious look as Gus returned a nervous but delightful smile.
"Excuse me, my friend has passed out and I need to get him home," the Gnome explained. After a short conversation about pleasant weather or random nonsense, the drunk unconscious man was lifted into the Gnome's trunk. Gus gave a mighty salute for the help and was immediately placing the green goggles over his eyes. He mounted his rocket and zoooom....he was up up and away.
The Marketplace: The little motorized rocket flies high above as the Gnome drives it carefully to the ground. Once coming to a complete stop the metal contraption suddenly backfires, smoke pillowing out from it's small tail pipe. Gus removes the thick green goggles and dismounts his little rocket. Immediately the little fellow withdraws a list from his robes and begins looking it over.
"Chains, check. Nails, check. Blow Torch, check, Test subjects...." the Gnome rolled his paper up and placed it back into his inside pocket. The mission he had been assigned wasn't a dangerous one and most of the ingredients he needed were simply stocked at a hardware store. The subjects on the other hand would be a difficult task. Retreating to the back of his rocket, the Gnome popped the trunk and began investigating it's contents. He almost tipped over into the small space but fortune smiled upon him as gravity pulled his little body back towards the ground. He emerged from the trunk, wooden club in hand, he gave it a few swings. Gus took a moment to look around. Quiet. And even if it wasn't, no one would pay him any attention. Gnomes were often unseen nor heard and from his own personal experience because so many distrusted them. The future act, should it been witnessed, could carry that small fact a bit farther in the minds of Rhy'din citizens.
Eureka! thought the Gnome as he padded by a homeless drunk, face planted on a bench. "It's my lucky day," the four words escaped from his mouth quietly. He gave another look around and poked the drunk citizen with his club. It replied with a few grumbles but Gus needed to not fear for his life. Once he was sure the coast was clear there came the solid whack!against the unlucky mans head. It wasn't enough to kill him but just enough to make sure Gus would have a peaceful ride returning to his client.
The Gnome placed his club into his robe and grabbed the man's feet. He pulled. He pulled. He pulled even harder until the limb body fell onto the ground. Gus wiped his forehead eying his rocket. How was he going to drag a man that far - twenty feet was it' Better yet, would he even fit in the trunk? One way to find out, the Gnome continued to pull. Finally, the task was nearly complete. A passer-by seemed to give the Gnome a curious look as Gus returned a nervous but delightful smile.
"Excuse me, my friend has passed out and I need to get him home," the Gnome explained. After a short conversation about pleasant weather or random nonsense, the drunk unconscious man was lifted into the Gnome's trunk. Gus gave a mighty salute for the help and was immediately placing the green goggles over his eyes. He mounted his rocket and zoooom....he was up up and away.