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Post by Draconas on Oct 24, 2009 11:50:29 GMT -5
Arc sat, looking much the same as he always did, but with a green tint to his skin. He was waiting for something to happen, for someone to show up, or to have some Heartless show up, or something. He sighed. There was little likely hood for any of it where he was. This was the town square, and he was sitting on the edge of the fountain.
He knew that he should probably go out into the woods or something if he really wanted to fight, but he was waiting for something. He was not quite certain what he was waiting for, but only knew that whatever it was, it would happen sometime soon.
But soon could not come fast enough.
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Post by Cloaked Individual on Oct 24, 2009 12:01:18 GMT -5
He had turned into a pumpkin.
The Organization member blinked. Or, at least, tried to. One of his burning eye sockets made a solid attempt at closing but in the end, all it did was briefly extinguish the flame inside his head before coming back to life stronger than ever. He was in a graveyard of some sort. Around him, ghosts wailed - passing into and through him before giggling off back into their graves. Zombies groaned. Hags cackled, gathering herbs. Despite the pitch-black darkness, his eyes could pick out almost every detail.
There was a skeleton off in the distance, dancing and singing. His target. Jack Skellington. The pumpkin was about to jump over towards the King town squre when-
...he realized pumpkins didn't have feet. Huh.
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Post by Rolt |The Immortal| on Oct 24, 2009 16:12:35 GMT -5
Vidrel slowly walked through the strange town, trying to figure out where he was. He wasn't entirely sure how he got here in the first place; One moment he went to bed, the next he woke up in a bed in an abandoned house here. It took him a while to notice his transformation, He seemed to have sprouted a small lizard-like tail, and grew claws on both his hands and feet. His skin was tinted slightly red, and when he checked the mirror, his eyes were a burnt orange color. He decided he could live with it, and walked out the door, deciding he should look around.
There were a lot of strange looking people around, and nobody seemed to take notice of him. Everyone seemed to be watching a tall skeleton in a suit dance around. Everyone except... No. There was someone sitting on the fountain's edge, a green-tinted scaly...thing. He wasn't sure what to call it, he was tall, fairly muscular, and he had a set of dreadlocks covering his long face. He'd have to find out what the deal was with this guy, since he didn't seem particularly interested in the skeleton.
"Hey you! Why is it that everyone seems so focused on that guy over there, but you're just sitting here all alone? Perhaps you're thinking of something nobody should know about? Or maybe you don't belong here?" he asked, stroking his chin as he approached him. "I'm not from here either. I don't know how I got here, but I figured I might as well find something nice and shiny while I'm here. Know of anything interesting?" Vidrel had no idea why he was talking to the man, he usually couldn't care less. Something told him he should, though, so he figured he might as well. After all, he didn't really know where he was.
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Post by Draconas on Oct 24, 2009 16:31:38 GMT -5
Arc looked up slowly. There was a human-lizard cross talking to him. It was probably because of the magic of this world, likely the creature was truly a human--in fact, he was almost certain of that. The words spoken confirmed it. Obviously the creature was not here on purpose, and in fact seemed to be slightly confused as to why it--or rather, he--was here.
"I know of many things that interest me, but I am not certain if they would interest you." He placed his claws on the bricks on either side of him and leapt feet first toward the other. "My name is Arc Draco," he said upon landing, his legs bent. He stood tall, reaching his full height of six feet and seven inches, and held out his hand to be shaken. "I have little idea why they are all staring at this skeleton. It would appear, however, that he is important."
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Post by Homac on Oct 24, 2009 17:06:13 GMT -5
Gogo walked slowly towards the gate of this odd, odd town that he found himself in front of. As far as outward appearances went, the mimic looked the same as she usually did, swathed in his multicolored robes. Perhaps she had changed underneath, or perhaps whatever force changed people thought that he looked wierd enough already...
She walked through the gate and nearly tripped over a pumpkin, which he decided to pick up and carry to somewhere safer to leave a pumpkin, rather than the middle of a street.
She approached the two near the fountain, and after putting down the pumpkin, said, "Hello. Are either of you from this world?"
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Post by Cloaked Individual on Oct 26, 2009 14:51:45 GMT -5
The pumpkin hissed as someone attacked it and prepared to summon forth weapons of incredible destructive power -
And then his opponent picked him up. Likely in an effort to lob or chuck him at a building. Alarmed at the fact that his entire body consisted of something relatively squishy and splatterable, the pumpkin piped down and became vewy, vewy quiet.
Thankfully the tactic worked: he was deposited quite safely and soundly near his target. Bwahahah. |
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Post by angelous on Oct 26, 2009 20:50:09 GMT -5
Anduras had spent little time here before. His target wasn't here the last time he was here, and he highly doubted that the "old" man would be now. He surmised that it was just a matter of timing. He saw a few others already here, and felt it best he avoid them, if only for the moment. He would do so just to ascertain their purpose for being here, and to help him decide if he should attack them or not. After all, they could be his servants. From the shadows he saw the pumpkin. He quietly drew his blade. As soon as those three would get away from it he'd probably end up smashing it. He knew all too well the powers that Azarius held, and using a pumpkin, or jack-o-lantern as a spy would no doubt be a simple task.
"As the darkness dies, I shall be free." He whispered these words to himself. They were perhaps one of the few things that kept him sane over the span of his long life. One in which he hadn't aged a day, never been sick in the time he was cursed, never once been killed. He hoped that one day this would change. And change it would, once he found the bastard.
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Post by Rolt |The Immortal| on Oct 26, 2009 23:14:20 GMT -5
[OOC: CI, your posts make me laugh as I read them imagining the actions of the pumpkin. Just thought I'd point that out  ]The person introduced himself as 'Arc,' and offered out a hand. He didn't seem immediately hostile, so Vidrel figured he shouldn't cause trouble with him. He looked pretty big. " Name's Vidrel." he said, shaking Arc's hand. He tensed as he saw his hand, thinking it was something else, and almost immediately relaxed, remembering it was him. Almost immediately after, another person addressed him. Vidrel turned to look at the source, seeing a figure completely covered in robes. " No, I am not from this world. I am under the assumption you aren't, either?" He wondered if this mysterious person was under the same circumstances as him. He also wondered what this person looked like in a normal world, if this was how they looked here. As for this pumpkin the person was carrying, it looked odd. He didn't know quite what was different about it, but it seemed something was amiss. Ah well, Vidrel had been having this feeling ever since he got here. Best to just ignore it. " Well, I have no idea where I am, nor how I got here, but I figure while I'm here I might as well get something of a... souvenir." he said. " Where might I get something nice around here? Preferably something of value..."
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Post by Homac on Nov 1, 2009 18:30:09 GMT -5
Gogo nodded, his hood moving slightly up and down. "Yes, I'm not from this world either, and it seems somewhat surreal. I've noted though, that unlike most beings here, my appearance hasn't changed. How odd... As for souvenirs, it would probably serve you better to ask a native of the world, not me."
As she finished her sentence, the mimic sat down on the fountain, observing the people around him. She couldn't help but feel that someone was watching the square he was standing in.
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Post by Draconas on Nov 4, 2009 18:24:42 GMT -5
Arc looked at the robed newcomer. "Hello, I am Arc Draco, and I am not of this world either." He sensed this person may be somehow connected to his reason for being here, but he knew not how. The other was connected too, but in a more loose way. Oddly, the pumpkin seemed to be important as well.
Maybe this world is making me go insane, Arc thought to himself, not believing it for an instant. The odd pumpkin was definitely important...perhaps he was to harvest it for its seeds? Recalling the one called Vidrel's comment about a need for a souvenir, Arc spoke up again, shifting his massive form to face to other. "I would assume this pumpkin might do nicely for one. If you do not mind?" He shifted again, facing the robed figure. "I have been waiting here for something...but I know not what. Might you have a clue?" He left the question open to be answered by whomever.
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Post by Cloaked Individual on Dec 4, 2009 18:54:26 GMT -5
[ooc: PM! Especially if there's been a wait of a few days - I thought the thread had died long ago. Whoops.]
How odd. A gathering of otherworlders. If they included him it was five. Such a concentration of them was unusual. Definitely improbable if you thought about it from a statistical point of view. But, such as it were, this particular member of the Organization wasn't very scientific so the closest equivalent that was running through his head was: "Huhn. Weird."
But the rest was drowned out by the fact that Jack - the Pumpkin King - was definitely moving away and required catching.
This was not very doable while on short, stubby, non-existent pumpkin legs.
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Post by angelous on Dec 4, 2009 19:44:08 GMT -5
(I'd like to point out that since I no longer have Anduras, I'm no longer posting in this thread.)
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Post by Rolt |The Immortal| on Dec 6, 2009 23:25:53 GMT -5
There did seem to be something odd about that pumpkin. Vidrel dropped to one knee to examine it. He knocked on the top of it. Nothing unusual there, save for the slight squishy-ness. "Very well then. I shall be leaving to look around the city. Feel free to come along, if you wish." he said, standing up. He turned to look around again. Stone buildings, strange in shape and design. He decided to head towards the center of focus that everyone else was looking at. The skeleton-man, dancing in the moonlight. He didn't know why he should head in that direction, but at the very least, he seemed to be in a position of interest in the town. Perhaps he would know something?
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Post by Draconas on Dec 15, 2009 19:24:10 GMT -5
((Skipping Homac, as he is on hiatus))
Arc nodded and followed Vidrel, first stopping to grab the pumpkin in one hand. It was weird, and he had a strange feeling about it. Just a feeling, but still. In his mind, a feeling was good enough to act on. So, he had, carrying the pumpkin with him as he caught the man.
Arc looked at the skeletal figure ahead of them. "Are we going to this skeleton man?" he asked Vidrel, not certain on the plan that was made.
OOC: New order, with the dropouts, is:
1. Me
2. Cloaked Individual
3. Rolt
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Post by Cloaked Individual on Dec 27, 2009 13:01:25 GMT -5
The Nobody snarled.
This was a world where the pumpkin king was indeed a living skeleton. It wasn't such a stretch of the imagination for the jack-o-lantern's normally cheerful visage to go wide and then stretch as its visage contorted into an expression of loathing. |
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao