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Post by Beaver Dude on Jan 12, 2010 14:00:08 GMT -5
The 'sword,' for an instant, seems to shift and change in your grasp. And then the moment is over and it feels like nothing more than a sword again.
The next item you touch is made of wood.
After a moment's pause where you can somehow detect surprise, the wooden thing... hisses at you.
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Post by Kashew on Jan 12, 2010 20:52:16 GMT -5
...Well this should be interesting... maybe... or not. This is maybe the first time I've ever had wood hiss at me. Kinda creepy... not to mention the LIGHTS ARE OFF SO I CAN'T SEE WHAT IT IS!!!
Leo just stood there and went through what just happened...
Okay what just happened, for some unexplained reason I just yelled at the top of my lungs. Maybe at something that could very much eat me. On the other hand I have a sword... maybe. On the other other hand I could run... yeah that's pretty good right now.
And with that conclusion in mind, Leo ran as fast as his little flipper legs could go, in the darkness, and a sword in hand.
((Yeah you can see where logic just left the station here.))
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jan 22, 2010 18:53:23 GMT -5
It has been very long since It has had company.
It had had a name, once. A body too.
Maybe boy body. Maybe girl body. It had forgotten after so long. Now It was puppet. Blood gone. Bone gone. Skin gone. Hair gone.
Name not gone. Name destroyed. Eaten.
The old king did not like to be reminded of the great History of his people. Like old treasures he'd gone off and buried the smoke, quenched the flames, betrayed his home, eaten crow. But for It, he had very carefully placed in the darkest, deepest corner of his Castle and tried to Forget.
Hee hee hee.
No forgetting for terrible, horrible King.
No forgetting for mean, nasty little king. Such hubris, to bear the sins of history and hope to set them free.
But now, now was visitor!
It tried to speak. Forgot.
There was a little tremor of surprise.
It realized that Visitor had left - was running away. No, no come back. No hurts. No hurts at all. Just want to... talk.
Please? It has been so lonely here. Nobody come to sing the old stories.
Nobody light the fires.
Nobody lays old hearts on the hearth.
Nobody remembers It's name.
Come back little soul.
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Post by Kashew on Jan 22, 2010 20:56:46 GMT -5
Well for the first few feet or so Leo was doing good until in the dark he bumped into something and ended up going backwards the sword 'leading' the way. Until he came to a stop with the thing that hissed.
Next time... don't care extra weight. Then again... is there going to be a next time?
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Post by Beaver Dude on Feb 20, 2010 14:14:08 GMT -5
Oh.
Oh the visitor was back! Smile.
Or as much as It could smile. Smiles were like little children: always and forever being eaten up by little old ladies that pretended they were witches when all they were were confused because they'd seen too much of the Truth.
No reaction. It craned Its head sideways.
Oh. Dark. Even if visitor could see smile, can't see smile. Silly little It. Always forgetting the important things.
Grasping forward with arms made of needles and rusty old nails It gently grabbed a flipper.
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And then, all of a sudden, you remember you are the Fool. ooc: You have access to all abilities, but not your summon. |
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Post by Kashew on Feb 24, 2010 23:17:18 GMT -5
Number 0, The Fool... Huh... I guess there was more to me than I thought. But of course with this body it wouldn't matter.
At least that was the thought, when whatever it was grabbed Leo, it wasn't bloodlust more gentle... and rusty. Leo held his breath a little, and tried something bold. "Uh... Hi?"
Well lets see what happens from here.
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Post by Beaver Dude on Feb 26, 2010 22:39:29 GMT -5
"Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi!" It replied earnestly with much too much of a smile in its voice to be anything but fake. Then it spat another slew of incomprehensible gibberish before starting to ask in a staccato rate.
"Angath? Draugur? Bobol?"
It poked him in the chest, drawing a pinch of blood.
"Gajal? Gajal!" At this it seemed to get excited and pranced about muttering "Gajal, gajal, gajal" to itself. |
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Post by Kashew on Feb 27, 2010 20:42:56 GMT -5
Leo felt the the little pain when it "poke" his chest and felt a little blood go down his chest.
"...Uh, it's nice to meet you? Could by any chance speak english, I don't know what you're saying."
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Post by Beaver Dude on Mar 4, 2010 19:50:17 GMT -5
Alive, it crooned, alive it thought and danced and madly laughed. Alive, alive, alive, alive-
But then it's hand stretched back, drop of pearly blood on rusted nails. Oh no. Ohnonono. Last time It had met something alive, the alive thing had quickly become dead. Not made of nuts and bolts those live-life things - no, they were but flesh and bone and twine. So fragile. Puppets and art could be put together again. Not these things with souls and strange hearts and more besides.
"Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi!" It repeated again firmly before pushing the small prinny-that-was-not-a-prinny away. Such puzzling behavior! And you still cannot understand its curious speech. The words themselves sounds deep and dark, like something out of the fairy tails where the pigs were eaten and the children were baked alive by an evil witch - haunting, disturbing snippets of old wisdom and old knowledge.
You notice though, that it sounds pained. |
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Post by Kashew on Mar 6, 2010 2:57:30 GMT -5
Leo felt whatever it is push him away... Now that's just plain rude. Or was it because I was being rude?
"Uh... okay we may have a barrier here. Did I UPSET you... you SOUND like you're in PAIN... Are you in PAIN... You know 'Ouch'?" As he was say this stuff he putting a little ump with some of the words and he did body language... in the dark. He recovered the distance that he was pushed away by 'ready' for what could happen next.
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao