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 Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 7:25 pm
[ post wedding ] He recognised her, this time, as he skated down the dunes, wings lightly skating across the sand, swirling it around him. The Blue Hole had been an accidental discovery, but it was one he treasured, especially since it housed two levels of former hunter bases within its overgrowth. "Star Walker!" he called, excitably falling over himself into a tumble, clambering towards the hunter that Was-Like-Famine and Was-Not in a single breath. It was, perhaps, fortunate for them both that she was alone.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 12:00 am
These portions of the world once claimed by their organization were Mimsy's favorites, far preferential to the majority of the populated island where she spent most of her time. These were the places that she would want to build another home, were it possible - empty, secluded, a private pseudo-Wonderland to discover and explore. These were the bases that she ventured to when she found herself in need of new information, or material, or specimens, soaking in the silence saturated by the type of hope and curiosity that only these places could provide. But the silence was short-lived this time, just as it had been the last; someone was calling her, and she rose to meet the occasion, carefully pocketing her supplies before wiping her dirty palms on her dress. "Oh! Salutations, Lurks Beneath!" She paused to wave in a wide, rigid arch of a gesture. "It is a pleasure to meet you once more. Do you happen to know what lurks beneath the one who Lurks Beneath?" It was a very confusing joke, but she was pleased with herself nonetheless, smiling as she nodded towards the glistening edges of dark blue water.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 5:52 pm
He rolled down part of the hill contentedly, sitting at Mimsy's feet much like a dog might, staring up at her with a thoroughly aghast expression. " No," he gasped, "I do not!" A spiralling column of moth-like shadows soared into the sky, twisting up into the endless expanse of blue above them. The sound of a thousand not-quite-gossamer wings flapped in a torrential storm, his cloak fluttering all around him before the swarm dive-bombed back down. "But... I can learn!" Lurks' weapon materialized in his clenched fist, and he thrust it down into the loose sand, diving beneath it and disappearing entirely. For a time, there was only a distant rumbling as he tunnelled through it, before launching up and out of it from beneath where Mimsy stood, carrying her up into the air on his shoulders for a brief moment before they floated back down...and tumbled. Lurks rolled over some to look back at her, kicking his legs idly. "Sand," he said, definitive, "very very very much sand."
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 2:02 pm
The joke had, perhaps, been a bit too confusing after all. But considering the fact that she had only expected a laugh at best, Mimsy felt easily sure that this was a more preferable turn of events. She was witnessing the extent of Lurks' curiosty and had the opportunity to see another impressive display of his control over the shadow insects that appeared to exist as part of him. This was all quite exciting, until he buried himself so deep within the sand that she could no longer see him. She frowned and squinted into the distance in an attempt to locate him again, but the rumbling gave no real indication of his location, nor did the minor shifts in the sand in the wake of the vibrations within the earth, and she thought that she might have lost him in the depths of island. She hadn't. With a startled shriek, she helplessly pawed at any bit of him that she could grasp in an attempt to regain her balance, ultimately failing and sending herself sprawling out on the beach. The end result was an appearance much like a half-crushed stick bug. "Yes, sand indeed," she hoarsely replied, stuck between laughter and catching her breath. "I think that a very valuable lesson has been learned this day." She sat up and began to brush the sand off of her coat, nose scrunching up as she watched small streams of it escape into her pockets. "Is that why you have come here too?" The attempt at sand removal was abandoned in favor of her question, and she tilted her head to look at him. "To learn, or to play?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 5:59 pm
His laughter was bountiful and without restraint. No one had ever told him to sit still and be quiet-- or, if they had, Lurks had thoroughly ignored them. He existed as a being of impulse and simple pleasures, exploring the world as he encountered it, with no further analysis. What happened today was no more important than the day before it, or the day to come. There were goals, but they were nebulous and subject to capricious changes, pivoting off of a bad encounter or a good one. Lurks Beneath was, at his core, a simple creature. He looked thoughtful at Mimsy's question, unsure. "I do not know why," he said, with great finality. "The sand is home, and home is what I follow. Chasing, chasing, chasing. There is so much and I cannot hold it all in my hands." Lurks wiggled his fingers at her, and began to unwind one of the bandages. There was bleached bone and little else holding it together. It rattled something awful. His wings flapped once, and a small army of ants began to march towards Mimsy, crawling up her shoes as if they were great and vast plateaus. "I live in a tower, now, but it is not quite right, do you know? It is like pieces in a place but they do not belong. SO I am working, working, to try and find a place for me. I will have a lair one day! And then it will be okay."
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