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 Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 4:36 pm
This Rp is between Obsidian Spector (Divena & DivenasMom) and Tropo Exo (Bardess Ookami)  Obsidian followed a specter only she could see. It drifted in the air like a wisp, a ghost. In her lucid moments, she wondered if these beings were real. She never saw them in her lucid moments. But when her mind cracked, as it so often did, she didn’t question their existence. She saw them rarely and followed them every time, like a moth following a flame to its demise. Oh, but they always led her on such grand adventures, such merry quests. Such lovely games. But games need players… players in a game… something about that rang a bell. Ting a ling a ling… chiming of the bells… but what… a game… a mare… a point… a quest… a wisp. A questing wisp? No, that was silly… she wove her way through the mist that only she could see, humming to herself. A song, a song, a game and a song. A song in a game. A gaming song? A songing game? She shook her head and ceased her singing, growing irritated with the wisp. As her irritation grew, the wisp faded, leaving her alone and bored.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 6:20 pm
 Tropo trotted along through the forest, picking his way among the roots, humming to himself, then he heard someone else humming! Cool! Wait, why was humming cool? Did humming have temperature? He tried to hum again to see if it made his lips cool, but he suddenly realized that he couldn't remember how to hum! Oh no! But there was someone humming, they'd know! So he moved towards the sound as rapidly as he could, in a dead panic. Then he stopped short when she stopped humming. He was even more afraid now, and raced to where he heard the sound. He saw her. "PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD!" he cried. "YOU HAVE TO TEACH ME HOW TO HUM!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 6:26 pm
She stopped when the stallion came charging in and stared at him with empty eye sockets. What? Teach him how to hum? Who was this stranger? A new playmate? He certainly looked playable. Was this what the wisp was leading her to? “Hum?” she repeated. “Hum ho? Ho hum, ba hum, hum, humming along, why who where when? Who calls a hum? Hum calls a who?”
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 7:52 pm
"Horton hears a who!" he cried, picking up the thread happily. "Who are you?" he asked in a breathy way like the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland, not that he knew what an Alice was or what a Wonderland tasted like. "Whoo weee hooo weee hooo...." Get in the Tardis Rose. The assembled hordes of Genghis khan.... What Khan Genghis do? Do be doo be doooooooooo," he sang, horrible off tune. "I dooooo love yooooooou from the breath of my souuuuul...." he blinked. "Do soles breathe? I thought the were fish, but fish don't breathe! Breathe deep, seek peace. Peace and love? no, LOVE AND PEACE! Why do we love pieces? Pieces of you? Who are you? You're Tropo Exo! No, wait, I'm Tripo Exo! Trip-o? Yodaleehewhooooooooooo. Trippy, man, like totally far out."
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 12:44 pm
At the pause, she jumped in, "Far out? Out, out, out mangy mutt. Mutt, mutt, mutton pie, pie, pumpkin pie, apple pie, blue berry... blue soul, blue song, blue sad, so sad, sad, cry, cry, drip, drip, drip, rain falls, rain, rain go away, away, away, far away."
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 1:29 pm
He jumped in, over-talking her last few words. "Drip drip drop little April showers," he sang, his body swaying a bit with the music. "April showers bring may flowers. What do may flowers bring? Pillllllgrims. Jagged little pilllllllgrims. Getcher red hot piiiilllllllgrims here, fifty cents a pillllllgrim....." he called, like he was selling red hots or hot dogs at a baseball game.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 1:35 pm
"Fifty cents a pilllgram," she mimicked his tone, "Two for three, three for one, One is the looooonliest number, Two... is better than once....."
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 1:47 pm
"Once, upon a time, and long agoooooooo, I heard someone one singing, soft and loooooooow. Now, when day is done and night is near.....I.... recall a song,..... I used to hear...... do you hear what I hear?" he sung. "A fender, a bender, a gremlin in a blender! But will it blend? Don't drink this!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 1:50 pm
"One drink makes you small, one drink makes you big, drink... drink... dink... dink... pink.... tink... tinkle, tinkle little star, how I wonder where you are? Up above the world so bright, bright light, light the way...." she spun a bit.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 1:56 pm
"But where are they going, without ever knowing the way?" he asked, then threw back his head and did his best to howl.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 1:58 pm
She giggled. "Werewolf! There wolf... there castle...." she giggled again.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 2:04 pm
"Castle. Crenelations." He started singing, more or less to the tune of Tessellations from Square 1 TV. "OOOOOOOO Crenelations, geometric archery defenestrations, ooooo Crenelations!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 2:06 pm
"Crenelations, carnations, cartridges, cartwagon, dragon, puff the magic dragon, had a very shiny nose, and if you ever saw him, you might even say it goes, oooh, ooh, and on it goes..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 2:16 pm
"Go! Go! Go! Ole! Ole! Ole! Hey! Hey! Hi Hi puffy ami yumi show! Hi hi puffy ami yumi show! Let it show let it show let it show!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 2:19 pm
"Let it show, let it snow ,let it goooooooooooooooooo!"
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