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 Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 7:12 pm
It has been a few weeks since that strange dream he had. Zephyros is sitting under a tree and staring up at the cloudy sky. He can't get it out of his head, the pain that other person had felt. His own pain? It's strange to think that those feelings from his dream actually means something. Especially the pain from those battles.
His head shakes slowly and he lets out a small noise. It's time to figure out just what this envelop is about. The strange old Horseman who's giving them away, flicking people in the head while he does so, just ran off without another word on the subject. All Zephyros really knows is that he has to give him any coins he finds. Also these red envelops have strange effects on people.
His brows furrow, and he moves to open it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 10:06 am
Amityville Academy's grounds were vast, magnificent expanses of gloominess. Matteo had discovered as much in the week proceeding his enrollment, engrossed in his observations. All the necessary acclimation rituals were taken care of: his dorm room was arranged to his liking, he found a handful of acceptable vantage points from which he could better learn about his fellow students and professors, and his towels smelled like his favorite minty soap. Things were off to a good start.
With these controlled conditions, Matteo's observations could be conducted smoothly. He concluded it was unusual that Amityville's supposed characteristic darkness would be interspersed with bright red slips of paper, stark spots of color lining the pathways and making trails all the way down to Halloween Town. From what he could tell, they were dropped by a funny-talking old man. He didn't look like a student or a professor. He didn't look like anyone he'd ever seen in Halloween, really.
Every time Matteo saw the old man, he was saying something about magic. Another bit of gossip he overheard was that the envelopes were mostly harmless, filled with silver pumpkin seeds and treats, but Matteo focused on the "mostly". He didn't want to risk taking one of his own just yet...
Not when there were other students willing to do that for him. He could see one right now: at the base of the tree he was using as his hiding place, there was a boy with a tail and plenty of feathers, clawed fingers poised to tear open a red envelope. Matteo grinned. He flung his strings to allow Peppino to fall from the branches, then pulled them taut to keep him suspended in the air safely above the boy's shoulder. The marionette's smile matched Matteo's own, except far sharper.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 5:55 am
His finger was just about ready to tear the top off the envelop before he startles and slides quickly to the side with a loud hiss. His eyes narrow as he stares at the floating black thing. It's wide sharp teeth actually threatens Zephyros and he snarls at the thing now.
"Who are you."
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 10:53 am
Barely stifling a snicker, Matteo's fingers raised and fell in little quivers and arcs, shifting Peppino's limbs into a nonchalant position. He allowed his laugh escape through Peppino instead, the sound coming out of the puppet's mouth like a demented sort of cackle.
"You could say I'm a friend, looking out for you!" Peppino guffawed. "I heard a lot of funny things about those envelopes. Supposedly, they've got tons of money stuffed in them. And candy. Delicious, delicious candy."
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 7:20 am
With hearing this laughter, he quickly let his guard down. There didn't seem to be any malevolent gestures. And the black thing did say he was a friend.. So it probably wouldn't be bad to trust it. Hopefully.
".. funny things? Money? I do not care much. For either. Nor candy. Now berries is another subject. "
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