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Post by Homac on Feb 22, 2010 22:34:24 GMT -5
"Hm, I suppose you're right there. I've just been wandering, traveling the infinite star ocean out there."
The mime seemed to be waxing poetic now, an effect of the sugar perhaps?
"Unless you mean how I got here, this odd universe of connected worlds. I did that by dying. It was an unpleasant experience to say the least."
The mime's voice remained straight, but her eyes seemed to be slightly odd, like he wasn't completely there.
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Post by Beaver Dude on Feb 23, 2010 20:55:16 GMT -5
"Ah." Xaldin said, genuinely curious and only somewhat confused by the rather picturesque shift in speech. He'd died too once, after all.
Still. It was a rather dramatic shift, even taking into account the fact he'd not known this person for very long.
He gave the hot chocolate a suspicious stare. Had something been added...?
"So you met Lord Hades?" He probed. It was not impossible that there were various afterlives (or that he'd hallucinated the entire experience, a proposition he was willing to put more and more stock into as time passed) but if their experiences did correspond... well...
That would be interesting. Very interesting indeed.
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Post by Homac on Feb 23, 2010 21:02:12 GMT -5
"Hades? Never heard of him. I did board the Phantom Train for a while though. The conductor was surprised to see someone with their ticket already punched once." The mime actually giggled here, rather than the soft chuckle she'd had before. "Guess I was the first..."
During this speech, the mime's voice had changed too, going from his loud whisper, to a woman's voice. Whether or not it was a mimicked voice would be up to Xaldin's decsion.
"But...I got kicked off the train, something about not being allowed to go on. And then I woke up in Traverse Town."
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Post by Beaver Dude on Feb 23, 2010 21:16:55 GMT -5
Xaldin sat back, feeling slightly less elated. A ghost train...? While not impossible it did seem rather odd. Trains required at the very least industrial level technology while most religions were formed far before...
But that was going about the entire affair backwards, wasn't it? The gods came first and then came the people. Perhaps a god had created a technologically advanced civilization. It was not outside the realm of possibility.
Still, strange.
"Ah. Well, perhaps you would have met him had the conductor not done that." Xaldin said.
"Traverse Town. I'm afraid I'm not familiar with it," Xaldin lied. "Could you tell me about the place?"
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Post by Homac on Feb 23, 2010 21:23:03 GMT -5
"It was a nice place. The people there didn't look at me twice, even with my robes. It was a new experience to me. Even my old companions were a bit put off by them, but the people of Traverse Town didn't even blink."
The mime was definitely a bit off now, as she'd leaned back in the chair, a change from his alert posture before. Of course, she was still alert. Just not as much.
"But...I decided I had to keep wandering. There were still people that needed saving, somewhere. And I guess heroing just comes naturally to me, or else I developed it during my time in the World of Ruin..."
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Post by Beaver Dude on Feb 23, 2010 21:30:05 GMT -5
So it wasn't just him - those clothes were an oddity.
Well, it was a relief to know that he still possessed some of the basic aesthetic tastes that others might have had.
Heroing. Interesting term. Probably indicated exactly what it seemed to imply - doing 'heroic' deeds. Probably at the behest of citydwellers that would be able to solve their own problems if they took the time to work together.
It was surprising what a few people devoted to one goal could manage.
There was a curious term in all that. 'World of Ruin..?'
But before he could pursue that thought there was a surprisingly vibrant 'ho, ho, ho,' that was emitted from just outside and Xaldin turned his head in time to catch sight of a surprisingly short and amazingly rotund man. His feet were tiny, his cheeks rosy, his clothes red and white (but not furry - apparently the suit was reserved for Christmas alone), his guard down.
"What have we here? Visitors! Oh it's been so long. Who might you be?"
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Post by Homac on Feb 27, 2010 0:34:29 GMT -5
As Santa entered the room, Gogo's composition seemed to regain his composure, seeming to snap back to attention.
"Ah, hello! It's a pleasure to meet you, Santa!"
The mime was moving on the assumption that Santa knew who she was, and so didn't bother to introduce himself.
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Post by Beaver Dude on Mar 4, 2010 20:15:03 GMT -5
"Ohohoho-! I've known quite a few who go by the name of Gogo," Santa's eyes seemed to twinkle with barely repressed mirth, "I'm sure I've never met you under that guise before though."
Santa turned to Xaldin and...
Blinked. Several times.
Xaldin's fingers would have dug into the seat had he not got up and composed himself with a forced smile. This here was a gamble of sorts - if Nobodies were merely body and soul, and Santa was one who judged the heart of children-
"How curious!" Santa boomed, without elaborating.
"So what brings the two of you all the way up here? It's frightfully cold you know."
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Post by Homac on Mar 4, 2010 20:43:11 GMT -5
Gogo's eyes revealed her shock. He knew the others that had gone by the name!? The shock disappeared as soon as it had come though, as it seemed that St. Nick wasn't giving anything away.
...His reaction to Xaldin was interesting, to say the least though...
"Ah, I was traveling and found myself here. I've heard many things about this place, and thought I'd visit. I must say, everything I've heard has been true as well!"
His voice was level, but anyone who'd known the mime for a while, long enough to hear emotion in the whisper that her voice was, could hear that he was excited, or perhaps confused.
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Post by Beaver Dude on Mar 12, 2010 19:35:28 GMT -5
"...I'm afraid I took a wrong turn myself," Xaldin interjected smoothly. Or as smoothly as someone of his bearing, training and habits could make it. It sounded ever so slightly strangled.
"It's... very nice. Your home, I mean."
Damnit. He had been so much more articulate at Beast's Castle what was wrong with him?
No, he knew. Dilan had wished for a Christmas gift long ago...
But it shouldn't affect him. At all.
Paralyzed, he let a precious moment to slip away. A quickly opened portal while Santa and the mime weren't expecting it...
"Well," Santa said puffing up just the slightest of bits, "I do take pride in my work. It was difficult for the first few years, you know -"
Two elves walked in, one quietly 'ahem'd'.
Xaldin lost his moment.
"Ah! But I forget myself... that's quite boring... would you two like a tour of the workshop?" [/size]
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