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 Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 12:34 am
Fountain
He brings another pitcher, and this time, he does not upturn it over the Original's head. However, he does bring a chipped bowl, and pours into that, expectant, watching with a giggling-face and perpetual smile.
It would not stay that way for long, if he tried to pick it up.
Toys had to learn.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 12:43 am
Smoke
It was Waits idea, and that meant that it was the best idea. He gathered up a bit of each of the dried things, some of the papyrus by the door, and impatiently tried to teach a stupid one to roll one with very little success, because despite what Lurks Beneath thought about himself, he was not a very good teacher.
In the end, he rolled a few himself, and after bleating at Waits in the saddest of ways, had gotten a few from him, too. He was the best brother, even if he was the only brother. Lurks thought that being the only one made him very much special, and for a minute fondly reflected on the fact that they were both here. Together.
With a crown of red flowers, Lurks left the room, padding quietly towards where he thought he could find the original.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 12:46 am
FountainThis particular toy still had a lot of learning in front of it. He stared suspiciously at Lurks--he'd barely moved from the corner he'd staked out among the coats, save to occasionally pace back and forth restlessly from one end of the room to the other, only to settle back down again for longer sessions of rocking back and forth and trying to sleep and waiting, waiting, waiting--and tentatively reached out to try and take the bowl.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 12:50 am
Fondness
Lurks Beneath had the Original's head in his lap, by choice or by force or by sleep, whatever the case had been. He'd forgotten already: he didn't remember very much at all, for very long, unless it was very, very important.
Don't break the toy, he remembered, and so he was good to him, even if he shook a lot and hated Lurks for no good reason at all. He crooned, soft in the night, and pet the Original's hair.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 12:50 am
Fountain
"Ohhh," Lurks bemoaned, disapproving and incredibly disappointed. "No," he said, and stepped on the Original's hand with a skeletal foot, smiling still. "No."
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 12:59 am
Quote: Text to Jane: They're keeping me alive, I don't know why. Reason to believe they've sent a copy of me (prior report) back to camp, urgently need to inform you I am NOT IN THE CAMP. CC: Mark, Stephen, Sunny (Lawrence's name was not on the list.) lizbot Text to Jane: Situation unchanged. They're keeping me alive, i dont know why but i might last until these go out i dont know the coords are the same to best of my knowledge please send a ******** update Quote: Text to Jane: something, anything. would appreciate if operate on assmptn am alive if all the same to you they havent found the phone yet but dont expect that to last so maybe be vague with the fcking update Beejoux Text to Coyote: Astrid's going to be fine. You're going to be fine. You are surrounded by people who love you. I lost your necklace. I'm sorry. astrazilla Text to Konstantin Bashmet: please take care of her she says she doesnt need it but she does you didnt see her that day in the rain dont rely on her to take care of you just because you have bad ******** dreams you a*****e be a man and take care of her she loves you Message is in queue (x4 recipients). Message is in queue. Message is in queue. Message is in queue. Message is in queue.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 1:08 am
Fondness He'd thought he'd dreamed it, because the line between reality and unreality was growing increasingly thin and transparent, but as he slowly realized where he was he began to tremble once again, and he closed his eyes but didn't fight. He was certain that these things were incapable of actual affection. He was certain that they were incapable of friendship, or loyalty. But they might be capable of fondness for a useful or entertaining or obedient toy, and he needed to stay alive and in good graces, since they refused to do him the mercy of quickly dispatching him. Maybe then, when the time came, they would allow him to die only once. He would die as many times as he needed to. He let the skeletal hands run through his hair and he tried not to think of any hands that had ever done the same, because it would be a blasphemy against those people, and his throat ached and Fiona soundlessly hushed and soothed. "See," he whispered after a moment, his voice shaking and cracked. "I am learning." And that was all he managed to say, because when he opened his mouth again he had to fight back a need to retch.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 1:12 am
FountainThe suspicion became bewilderment. He clearly did not understand, and withdrew his hands, and averted his eyes away from the water. Maybe they'd moved on to a new game of deprivation. He did not comprehend what it was that was actually happening. It would never have occurred to him to consider it as an option. He withdrew, back into the corner, back into the huddled slump, with his eyes closed and his knife summoned across his knees, a shield more than a weapon.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 1:21 am
Fondness
Lurks Beneath happily crooned, quiet, beaming.
"You are a very good Original," he mused, dreamily, "no wonder there are so many of you."
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 1:27 am
Fountain
Lurks picked up the bowl, and set it down in front of where the Original huddled, unblinking. A shadowy veil wreathed his head, of spiders and centipedes and moths, too.
"Drink," he encouraged, wishing to sit cross-legged in front of him but needing to enforce. He would learn. He was a good, good learner, and could get better.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 7:38 pm
Fountain
Confusion rapidly gave way to the dull shock of understanding, and Taym drew the coat around his shoulders, withdrawing into it, Fiona clutched to his chest, and as he always did now when he was forced to speak, he closed his eyes.
"That's not how humans drink," he said tonelessly.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 7:41 pm
Smoke
He heard the whispering sounds that suggested approach and he was dimly disgusted to realize that he was hoping that they heralded the first one, the one with the face peeled away. That he should have hoped it was any of them, even the one that fed him, was unacceptable. He should have hoped that it was a rescue, a miraculous save, or at worst a nameless, faceless executioner, and then it would be the weapon that he prayed for, and not the one wielding it.
He hoped.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 7:44 pm
Fountain
"I know," Lurks said, gentle and understanding, full of tenderness in a way that was not comforting at all. "But you have to, to be good."
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its me debz rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 7:45 pm
SmokeAlong the way, the orchard had been unforgiving and bare, but that was okay, too. He found the Original curled away, in a different room but still just as sad. Lurks Beneath stood before him, smoke billowing around him, through his expose jaw and through the slits of his ribcage. With a pleasant and glassy stare, he handed the Original the joint, curious as to what the effects might be, the end still a lightly glowing orange. Quote: 1. normal 2. reduces health 3. provides a great deal of extra health and sustenance 4. no fruit roll againz
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 9:55 pm
Fountain He swallowed, hard, and he opened his eyes to look at the bowl of water before closing them again. Up until now he'd been, all things considered, remarkably obedient. He'd not thrashed or fought, and besides his initial "******** yous" he'd not even leveled any insults. He'd felt very much as though he'd woken up in a wolf's den and they hadn't yet realized that the stranger wasn't one of them. That any sudden moves, literally or metaphorically, would summon a world of pain. He rocked back, steeled. "Then I won't be good," he said.
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