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Post by Beaver Dude on Sept 12, 2009 22:20:46 GMT -5
"Oh no, oh no, oh noooo."
Hitsugaya, Captain of the Tenth Shinigami Division, watched as his fellow reaper wailed and wilted, wringing her hands pathetically as she alternated between soft 'oh no's' and decidedly longer ones. It was amazing, really, how oblivious she was to his presence.
He would have liked to think that it was his newfound control over his powers, but Hinamori had always lacked attention to detail : he could have probably frozen the ground solid, and she would have skated.
Taking another sip of his tea, he watched as Hinamori continued to pace.
Oh well. It couldn't have been *that* important._____________________________ WORLDS AT WAR _____________________________ You wake up, feeling odd. It's not the good odd, either, life's random gifts telling you that this will be a good day. Maybe it's the smell of fire and brimstone. Maybe it's the pungent sulfur. Maybe it's the fact you look a bit like a duck.Whatever the case, you and millions - perhaps billions of your fellows duck-things - are being herded through big gates. There's demons and monsters in charge and you can't help but suspect this is Hel. The last thing you recall is the touch of a sword's hilt, the nervous smile of a small, slight girl wearing some sort of formal black robe, and then nothingness. Weird, eh? You're shoved into cages: it's approximately four to a cage. There's two more 'people' that look just like you... and one that's bright, bright pink. The bars look pretty sturdy and soon enough, the cages are transferred to wagons. Though bumpy, the ride isn't anything to write home about. In front of you there's a rather large demonic looking thing that's inhaling yogurt straight out of the container while trudging along with the wagon. The yogurt appears to be molding. Yum. What a novel carrot and stick... idea. The pink one is the first to break the silence. She (you can tell it's a she, somehow) sounds incredibly peeved. " You three shouldn't be here." She puts a wing (flipper? appendange? claw?) to her forehead and squeezes her eyes shut into little arrows. "This is why I told him not to outsource..." She pauses for a moment, and you're under the impression that that there was the verbal equivalent of a wardrobe malfunction. "So, why don't you tell me about yourselves...doods?" The pink duck asks sunnily.
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Post by Kashew on Sept 12, 2009 23:27:39 GMT -5
Well this something out of the ordinary, but then again. He, himself was not ordinary. Seeing as the pink one was the only one showing any compassion its was only good reason to reply back in respect. With the shaking of the wagon and this new-found body of his it was kinda hard to do a bow, but he managed one... sort of. Leo is my name. Homunculus I was but now it seems I've fallen far from what I was... This is funny dood. |
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Post by Rocket! on Sept 13, 2009 20:07:39 GMT -5
Wh... what?!
Okay... okay... um...
Ah, no good! She was already hyperventilating! Ah...!
Fervently, the small blue duck-thing looked desperately for some... something regular-- normal!
But... there wasn't... ohhh.... this isn't good...
Flippers tapping her new found beak in awe, the prinny blinked in unspoken terror.
This... this wasn't...!
"You three shouldn't be here."
W-who--?
Turning quickly, the girl-penguin quickly identified the source of the voice-- another penguin... creature. But... pink?
Yes, yes, this wasn't right at all! She shouldn't be here! And.. who?
"This is why I told him not to outsource..."
...someone did this? The blue creature blinked in fear. Who could've...?
"So, why don't you tell me about yourselves...doods?"
D-doods? Huh?
"Leo is my name. Homunculus I was but now it seems I've fallen far from what I was... This is funny dood."
Introductions. Okay. She could do that. It would... it would get things started, right?
She opened her beak hesitantly...
"I... I'm Olette.." The fifteen year old girl prinny said, in a hushed and scared voice. "Where, um... where are we?" |
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Post by Beaver Dude on Sept 13, 2009 22:38:01 GMT -5
The pink prinny nodded enthusiastically as the two others spoke up. As she did not have much of a neck, this was accomplished by vigorous up-and-down motions that sent the cart rocking. Oops. Around them the scenery was changing: for much of the trek it had been rock and more rock along with the occasional lava flow, but they were going through a cold and windy landscape now. Every now and then a denizen would pop up but be swallowed by the bleak white landscape. Far in the distance, a rather sorry looking, if impressively large Castle stood out on a rocky promontory. Wait. Did a tower just explode...? The pink turned expectantly to the third occupant of the cart but it didn't appear particularly responsive. Hmmm. Perhaps it was the trauma of... Oh well, best get on with it. Even if he was shell-shocked, he'd probably recall this conversation later. Hopefully, anyway. "I am... call me Big Sis, doods" the pink Prinny said shiftily, eyes flicking to and fro in their orbits. "And to answer you're question Ol- dood, this is... errr... Hell." Motherly instincts working at full blast, she struggled to reassure them, even the self-professed Homunculus: "Not that you're actually supposed to be here at all... doods. There's been a mistake somewhere. I'm sure you're all splendid characters that would have gone right up into Celestia." "Besides, you're supposed to be dead when you get here."But it was said so quietly it might have been the wind. "What's the last thing you remember, doods?" _________________________________ It sounds like an idle question, to be sure. But as you look through your memories you realize that besides the girl, the sword and her skittish expression, you can barely recall any short term memories at all. There's a blank that stretches back for almost a month - and you know you lived it.
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Post by Kashew on Sept 14, 2009 21:48:50 GMT -5
Leo did ponder this for a moment, flippers to his head he circled them for several rounds till he came to a conclusion.
I have no idea, only thing that comes to mind is off with my head and my skerwed head... Takes a lot to do that dood.
To be honest there were several things that didn't seem to make sense right now, and the fact he was a penguin was top on his list. Then there was the girl, she seem to have something on her mind but it didn't really matter considering the number she did on him. And finally the rest of his memories, it seems to go blank after that. It was troublesome but maybe sooner or later it would come to him. And finally... what does "dood" mean anyways, was it like a period or something, he really didn't know it just that Big Sis said it, he figured hey why not. But it's been on his mind for a while now... what is "dood"?
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Post by Beaver Dude on Sept 24, 2009 21:13:48 GMT -5
Big Sis nodded gravely as Leo responded. She glanced at the other two prinnies, apparently expecting a response but with none forthcoming, gave a little mental shrug: while not precisely horrifying, certain people did not transition very well from a humanoid shape to an avian one. They would adjust in time, no doubt. It was like the weather here: already they were getting closer to the Castle and soon the snow would stop.
So, death amnesia, hm? That would be the simple explanation except that these three strangers were not dead. Transmogrified, yes, but not dead. Their presence here and lack of memory was unsettling - especially in this setting, after the death of her hus - , errr, after the death of King Krichevskoy and the long sleep of Prince Laharl.
Her mind made up, the pink penguin creature spoke once more:
"Do not worry, your memories will no doubt return in time, dood. It happens because of the shock of death, dood." She glanced about the cart eyes settling upon the monster driving it and then dismissing it from concern. Her voice lowered into a hissing whisper.
"Don't tell anyone you're alive. Okay?"
Voice settling back into the proper tone, Big Sis continued as if she hadn't whispered at all: "We are heading towards the Castle, now. If you have any questions at all, feel free to ask."
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Post by Kashew on Sept 24, 2009 21:58:55 GMT -5
As much as he wanted to ask the "dood" question there were other things that were more important at the moment.
Well I guess the first thing to ask is this. Who lives in that castle we're about to reach? And by the condition we're in right now, I take it were going there as slaves right?
He wasn't really foreign to slavery... at least he thought he did. I was kinda hard to tell what with this death amneisa. But he was pretty sure over time he'll remember.
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Post by Beaver Dude on Sept 27, 2009 17:21:47 GMT -5
Big Sis looked a little lost when Leo asked her who lived in the Castle. Her eyes watered a bit and her voice was a combination of pride and a little sadness when she said: "The son of the overlord. Prince Laharl. He's been asleep for a while." After a moment's thought (where she turned around and wiped her tears away with flippers) she amended: "Son of the former overlord. I'm afraid King Krichevskoy choked on a pretzel and died." A sad little nod. "He'd have never have stood for the atrocious conditions prinnies are being forced into these days." "Uh... dood." There was a longer moment of silence as Big Sis mulled over Leo's second question. She gave the other two occupants of the cage occasional glances but as they refused to answer or reply or even move she continued with Leo. "We're... not quite slaves." Big Sis answered. "We're... souls. Damned souls. This is the 'Netherworld', I hear it's called 'Hell' quite often. It's similar in concept to the idea of a purgatory, except that this is the place evil souls head to." By now the cart was at the castle entrance and was slowing down considerably. The tower that exploded was still smoking and faint curses about stupid, nincompoopy, sleepy-head prince could be heard quite loudly. _________________________________ You can tell that something shall happen soon. If you wish to ask anymore questions, now's the time! |
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Post by Kashew on Sept 27, 2009 17:37:22 GMT -5
Damned souls... well that was different. Considering that for most of his what life he had past, he never thought he did have a soul. But it didn't matter now, he was dead and that's that.
Leo heard the same things that Big Sis was hearing but didn't really put two and two together. Then his mind wondered to this King... death by preztel? He's seen drunks die by peanuts, but for a king to die by a small baked good was unthinkable for him. Again he was going to have to put that to the side also.
So if we're here as a form of purgatory, is there anyway for us to redeam ourselfs. I mean, I'm just curisous is all considering that I'm new to this death thing.
Which was pretty much true considering that most of the time, if his head did get chopped off his neck, most people left him there and never thought otherwise. And he would, with so trouble, would just grab his head later and put it back on like nothing happened. So he sort of met with death of several occassions but never really stayed.
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Post by Beaver Dude on Oct 1, 2009 19:49:12 GMT -5
Big Sis blinked. Ah. So Leo had not heard her the first time. Or he was crafty enough to pretend he had not heard her when she told him that he was alive. Perhaps it was for the better. The current Castle's caretaker could probably sense dissimulation fairly well. When she bothered paying attention. Seeing that they were all prinnies though... "That's why we're here," Big Sis lied smoothly. "Even though conditions may be harsh, you will one day be able to journey back to the Red Moon. Remember it when you think that existence is too hard..." The cart had finally stopped in front of the Castle. And then the doors exploded. _________________________________ Reaction time! Pretend the cage is a compass pointing North, East, South, West. The Pink Prinny is closest to the site of the explosion, her corner faces North. Your two comatose companions are to the East and West. You are farthest away, being at the South. You may choose to either stay where you are, try to push the Pink prinny out of the way, or attempt to move one of your companions.
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Post by Kashew on Oct 3, 2009 0:00:34 GMT -5
The explosion did catch Leo, off a little so he ended up almost falling backwards but flapping his flippers as quickly as he could he pushed himself forward into the direction of Big Sis and the explosion.
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Post by Beaver Dude on Oct 3, 2009 9:06:53 GMT -5
Leo barely made it, interposing himself between the pink prinny (who seemed to be muttering a spell) and the source of the attack. Thankfully, the doors themselves missed the cart by a wide margin and the resultant damage was merely air pressure and sound that shoved all four prinnies towards the furthest end of the cart in one jumbled up pile. What came out of the doors was not what anyone would logically expect from a Castle in the middle of the Netherworld. "This week's dish:" The red-haired demon roared, lance flipping through the air. Though it's not polite to assume, one might be tempted to do so regarding the doors and the explosion. "Cajun style gumbo!" Then the demon-ess stopped short. She regarded the carts and the prinnies carefully. "Wait. You're not gumbo." _________________________________ What in the...?! How do you react to this crazy new development? |
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Post by Kashew on Oct 3, 2009 13:52:58 GMT -5
This woman would've been mistaken for having a few screws lose but Leo was sure she was just hungry.
Uh... no we're not gumbo... dood. And you're not the prince I assume...dood.
This may not have been the best choice of words, but really there's no way it could get any worse than it already has.
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Post by Beaver Dude on Oct 4, 2009 9:42:12 GMT -5
"The Prince?" The demon-ess stopped short (it appeared that she had been quite mad at the lack of food) and laughed. It wasn't one of those puny little things that sort of pretended to be a giggle and pretended to be a chuckle all at once, it was one of those full blown belly laughs that echoed off mountaintops and implied that the demon-ess had a lung power somewhere between Mars and Jupiter. She wiped her eyes, mirth having made them tear. "Oh wow. Wow. No, of course I'm not the prince ya dumbdumb." Her eyes widened. "That shall be your name! Dumbdumb! Or Dumbo." She bit her lip, wrapped in thought. Naming was apparently an extremely important event for her. While she was off doing this, Big Sis prinny managed to get everyone disentangled. In front of them, the demonic carthorse continued placidly eating his molding yogurt, not at all bothered by what was going on. "Bah. I'll think of something suitably epic. I'm Etna! (Temporary) Overlady of the Netherworld!" She approached the cart and ripped the door off its hinges. In the light, her crimson eyes suddenly appeared rather fierce. "And my first order for you four blokes is to find me some food." _________________________________ She wants food! Your current options are:
-Go forage for food
-Suggest the demonic horse thing
-Suggest the molding yogurt (yum!)
-Suggest the Prinnies
-Suggest that she get the Castle cook to make her something
-[Insert your suggestion here] |
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Post by Kashew on Oct 4, 2009 18:13:27 GMT -5
Dumbo? That wouldn't so bad of a nickname, had a nice up in the sky flapping ear ring to it.((Had to make that reference, couldn't resist.)) Well for the time being the best thing to do is humor her with the naming and hope to who know what that she does kill... or destroy it's kinda hard to tell with her.
Now seeing as she was hungary, suggesting that the chief cook her something wouldn't work. Then there was the moldly yogurt... yeah lets not go there. And finally letting her eat one of the other penguin things wouldn't really sit well in his stomach.
Um... I take it the horse wouldn't suffice, Overlady Etna? I mean if you don't want it I'll go look for something. Dood.
-Suggest the demonic horse thing
Hopefully if Etna doesn't kill me...
-Go forage for food
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao