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 Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:28 am
Alnara laughed loudly,"What makes you think I want to hang out with your sister?" Alnara asked with a smile. "I already have you and Chief as friends,I don't need anyone else." Alnara glnaced over at Chief and smiled. Alnara then turned back to Hawke and stood and listened to him talkto his sister.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 12:27 pm
Token Update XxEternal MelodyxX: 2 Rikku Takanashi: 1 xXStrait Jacket GirlXx: 1 Discordancy: 1 Eftemie: 4 Talencia: 2 poisoned pancakes: 2 x___Doctor Ruri: 1 Cinderfae: 2
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 2:07 pm
Azshara brought a tentacle up lightly playing it so she was petting Valkon's tail that was closest to her as she spoke. "Well that does bring much to light," a cruel smile came upon her face, "and if you bring your friend back...I suppose the fighting afterward would have it's own rewards." Flicking her tentacle she curled pulled it back into the water.
"I'll look for a carcass for you, but what are you willing to trade in return for it?" Azshara tilted her head watching Valkon curiously. Really at the moment there wasn't much she wanted - she needed to make an underwater living area for herself but she didn't expect that from the yokai.
Fosull looked over to Hawke and then Alnara a very unimpressed look upon her face as she does. Shifting her gaze to look directly at Alnara she adresses Hawke, "tell your little pink friend, I particularly don't care if she wants to hang out with me or not, and I am close enough to hear. But if she is going to keep following you and your going to come with me she can very well stop talking about me as if I don't exist." Her voice is steady and strangely neutral as she speaks without a hint of emotion despite the words.
Fosull then shifts her gaze back to Hawke, "Mom's going to want skulls from creatures that are from here. Helps with the magic or something, some might even be able to tell her about the locals or something. But if Dad can bring some of her equipment it will help with setting the lab up."
Fosull reached up petting Samedi on the ears, the Lore leaned into the girl some enjoying the attention though his gaze was still keen as if he was keeping guard. "Well if Dad has a place in mind, Mum will find a lab area nearby. Could just scope out likely skull canidates and then do stripping and stuff once Mum has the lab up." Pausing a moment she glanced to Chief again and then Hawke keeping her gaze from falling to Alnara, "so this watcher guy, we need to watch out for him?"
"Well we need cuppy cakes!" Ember's eyes got wide and she bounced a bit as she spoke. Giggling happily Ember inched over to a large jewelry box nearby the box was at least an inch taller then she was. Screwing her face up she concentrated a bit before attempting to crawl up the side of the jewelry box.
Giggling some from a little off the ground she looked over at Touma and Priscilla giving them a little wave, "I want to see what's inside!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 4:15 pm
Prissy shrugged at Touma. She had no idea about the cuppy cakes. She had no clue what they were in fact, though it was clear they were treats. "I could go look for something sweet for us to nibble," she offered, rising to her feet from a kneeling position on th attic floor. A distinct ripping sound reminded her why they were there in the first place. She sighed in exasperation and looked down mournfully. A much larger piece of lace was dangling from the lower edge of her dress now. "After we get this fixed, of course."
She accepted the thread and needle from Touma and set to work. She hadn't exactly known how well she'd do, since she hadn't attempted to repair her own clothing since she'd awoken as a ghostling. To her delight, she found herself a fair hand at it, improving with every stitch, until her lace was sewn back on with only a somewhat rough but neat row of stitches. She eyed the needle speculatively. Perhaps there was some possibility here to make the clothes she liked or dreamed up! An almost avarice grin crossed her face at the idea. Imagine the clothes she could make!!
Percy was still shuffling around, poking his nose into places he probably wasn't supposed to. He found a half-eaten hot dog, which he eyed dubiously, but Rompa solved the problem for him. Before the yokai could decide if it was potion-fodder or not, the rat had greedily gulped it down. With a chuckle and a shrug, he kept moving on, his heavy boots clunking loudly on the street. The sound was recieved in the oddest manner by the living. Some chuckled, others looked round with wide eyes, and still others merely smiled. It mystified him.
He came within sight of Jewel once, but was oblivious to her because just then he saw a small bottle glittering at him from a pile of leaves. He scuttled over quickly to uncover it. It was about the size of a vanilla bottle, was of cobalt blue glass, and already had something in it. He uncorked it and took a whiff. He almost dropped it immediately from the smell that rose from it. Hastily he stuffed the cork back in. "Rompa, I think I found two items in one swoop," he said, grinning animatedly as he tucked the little treasure into his new pouch.
He turned to the east and began to make his way towards the tower. He was in no hurry, strolling along with Rompa on his shoulder still, nicking shinies and randomly snagging things for the prince.
Gossamer floated lazily around, blue eyes taking in all the excitement. The sky was alight, there was much laughter, game playing, music, and dancing. She swirled around, through and between dancers, twirling her own many-colored tail in time with the music. Yes, this was wonderful! Soon she moved away from the music, though. There was too much to explore to be distracted by the rhythm of the drums and the sweet wailing of wind instruments. It was time to see what else was here.
The beat of the ocean waves drew her toward the docks. So far she hadn't minded that everyone she'd seen ignored her presence. She was easy to please, merely enjoying the action and movement of others while she just drifted about. But something different was going on below her. She had risen to get a better look at the water, but now slid groundward, towards a rather large being with many tails, and a smaller one that floated in the water as Gossa did in the air. The one in the water intrigued her with all its appendages. Curious by nature, she slid closer, ghosting along the pier's surface, staying near the posts that were bigger and wider than she. What was going on over here?
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:08 pm
"Well, I suppose I could help you out somehow. Make sure you ge information of the things going on here. Introduce you to Azmodeus when he's back. And Chronos. I'm sure you will find them both interesting." Valkon replied, smiling widely. Oh, how this was going to be fun.
"I think I saw a tower outside town when I was flying overhead earlier. I think we might move in there. My son and I. But I would imagine that psycho Loa and my daughter Fosull will also. It's east of here I think. There's a path that leads down to the beach. If I get information, I could leave a marker of some sort there so that you know I've some tasty tidbit. The crows will get a message to me."
He folded his arms, tails twitching. Normally he would have said something about her touching his tails. But it had only been momentary and he was more interested in keeping her on his side. She would come in handy and he was certain that Chronos and Az would both like her. He had glanced back at the birds on the dock to see them moving about uneasily and watching something.
Then he saw it. The very tip of a brightly colored horn sticking out. Turning back around without giving any indication, he leaned over to Azshara. "We are being spyed upon." His voice was so low that none but she could hear him. "I think I'd like to know who that is. Wouldn't you? I'll keep talking here like you are in the water in front of me." His tails twitched as he drifted to the point it looked as if he were standing on the water. He continued talking as if they were making plans, his voice loud enough that it could just be heard by the one sneaking about.
Hawke laughed. "I think Alnara can hear you, Fosull. Why should I repeat it? Waste of time to say it again. But anyhow.. you should have kept the rat you had earlier. We could have used it. I wonder what other animals we can find. Maybe some snake parts so dad can finish up that skeleton he has started. And I think he's looking for skunk bones too but I'm doubting we will find any here."
He glanced over at Chief. "If we split up in pairs and meet back somewhere, we should be able to get more done. Chief and I can go looking for a cauldron or big kettle of some sort. You know what animals momma will use more than I do. We could make a fire in the park and get the water started so that it will be ready by the time you bring the animals. Alnara, you will go with Fosull, won't you? We'll all meet back in the park."
"And Watcher.. well, I've never seen Dad so angry. His tails were twitching bigtime." Hawke smirked. "I guess he spoke to him more than once. I guess Lestat is going to help him if he needs it. It could be interesting. But yeah, we should watch out for him. He's got some sort of cloak over his entire body and one red eye that glows.
He watched Priscilla for a moment. "That's pretty good, Priscilla. When Ember needs clothes, she'll know who to come to." Touma watched the baby ghostling a moment. Who did she belong to? He supposed that she was theirs to take care of for now. Maybe her parents would claim her later or she'd even tell him where they were.
Lifting her up, he laughed as he opened the jewelry box. Placing her down on top of it, he said, "There now you can see what's in there. Stay here with Priscilla and I'll be back in a little while."
He didn't wait for an answer but headed downstairs. The old woman was in the kitchen cooking. Looking around he smiled when he suddenly saw the paper and a stub of a pencil nearby. Taking both he scribbled out some words. Then he put it on the table in front of her.
The elderly woman's eyes were large as the paper floated over to her. She stared at the words for a long moment. "Cupcakes for 3?" Glancing around, she said, "And a party in my attic? Well, I suppose if they meant harm, that they'd not be asking for cupcakes."
Talking to herself and the spirit there, she sighed, "Cupcakes for three coming up." Moving towards the oven, she turned it on and then began gathering the ingredients. "Half hour or so please." Then she was all business as she turned to mix the batter. She wondered if they preferred chocolate or vanilla. Maybe both. And some sprinkles too.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:35 pm
After the commotion the young infant looking ghostling had created, and the others left, Davenya continued to work along with the woman who was steadily going through all her toys and prizes for the children. It didn't take long before the toys began to run out. Davenya tsked and moved one of the last boxes toward the woman. She seemed to nod in understanding. She even mumbled a thanks. Davenya would be sure to tell the other two charm dragons if she saw them that the woman said thanks. So Davenya set off to finish setting out the toys and prizes till the last rested on the table. Davenya felt good about the work she'd done to help. But apart of her tinged in sadness that she didn't have Jason there to tell about it. Then however as if he knew she was thinking about him Jason seemed to materialize in the darkness of the alley not to far off.
Jason had been hovering in the dark of the shadows and moving through them in search of one being and one being alone. She was his, in a sense significant other, she was pure childishness. Day by day he could see a change in her. She became less of a child and he felt a small burden rising from his own chest. It was as if he was getting lighter. Her mental capabilities were outstanding and fed him so much. She was innocent at times and it just astounded him that even with all she'd gone through with her brother that she locked it away after awhile and once more her child like nature seemed to flourish. Earlier a blinding light had torn him from her mind and he'd been tormented for a short time with the tearing of that link. His ears had rang and his vision clouded up a mix of black and red.
Finally he'd found her. His little white one. He never longed to see the brother she grew to dislike but felt he would indeed see him. Jason staying in shadows made his way to Davenya and smiled. Though it couldn't been seen behind his mask. He reestablished the mental link that he used to feed off her nature. Someday she'd become a grumpy and very old acting Girl but till then She was Jason's. 'My darling Davenya. Why did you leave me so.' His nimble little body seemed to float up to Davenya's shoulder. He then evened himself out so that he basically cover her entire shoulders. He tentatively stroked one of her pig tails closest to him his bloody red claws a subtle difference.
Davenya sighed shaking her head before she patted Jason on the head. "I didn't mean to leave you the light called me here and here I was. I knew not that you were coming I'd have sought you out you know." She nodded and left the alley she'd come into. Her little oversoul wrapped about her upper torso. She had no clue how he fit his entire body about her shoulders or how he managed to stay there as she continued to walk but she'd grown use to it. She then had his words drifting through her mind once more. She smiled and nodded. "Yes Jason. It is an odd festival indeed but it is a very brilliant one. Very successful I believe." Davenya continued until she would up in the town square where she found Quanitela. She grinned and bounced happily over the her brown friend.
Quanitela looked up as she saw the White fey bouncing happily toward her. She narrowed her gaze as she saw something wrapped about her shoulders in a scarf like fashion. Quanitela's tails twicthed at the sight of a pale being darker then Davenya but pale none the less wrapped about her friends shoulders. "What the heck do you have around your neck" Quanitela itched to poke it but the glare it shot her told her she'd be wise not to. Before she knew what was going on she heard a hiss roll through her head and she jerked her head about in confusion of where it came from. "Did that thing just hiss at me." At Davenya's shrug Quanitela narrowed her eyes again on the creature. At her return glare a laugh rolled through her head. She'd been watching the thing closely and saw no movement on it's part. Quanitela hissed and jerked her head toward her friend Davenya. "Tell your little pet to stay out of my mind." Quanitela's tails twitched furiously as she scowled at the creature. She didn't like him in the least.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:58 pm
Well her children had been meeting the others and plotting Loa had been walking among the humans. Her eyes darting from one to the next before her eyes fell upon a sign hidden away and obscured by growth; a graveyard. A small smile curled upon her lips and Loa walked toward it. Reaching up she pushed the partially rusted wrought iron gate open. Her eyes traveled over the area directly inside taking in the toppling grave markers, overgrown weeds, and rusting hinges on the mausoleum door. She idly wondered how long this place had been forgotten for the upkeep Loa guessed it had been sometime.
As she moved forward she concentrated to lift herself up in the air so she slightly hovered in the air and didn't disrupt the ground where she walked. Shifting some she closed her eyes there was something for her here...she just needed to find it. A voice called to her softly and barely there, barely existing - one of the dead.
She'd return to Fosull and Hawke later, for now she needed to find that which called to her, perhaps it could give her some clue of this place.
She continued Valkon's words it seemed to be something she could handle well enough. "I'll take a look later to find the beach you speak of, I'll need to gather some water creatures for myself soon." Azshara's gaze shifted to the water near her thoughtfully, at the very least she needed a home...unlikely to be as grand as the places hinted at in her memories but at least someplace functional.
The snakes of her hair shifted some as the yokai mentioned someone nearby listening in. Narrowing her eyes a bit in the direction that was pointed out Azshara slowly sunk into the water making her way along the pier glancing up from time to time until she was under where whoever it was was hiding behind a fence post.
Spotting a bit of color above her she slowly surfaced coming up under the wisp, one of her tentacles rose up with her snaking upward toward the ghostling and as it moved to wrap around her Azshara spoke, "why hello there..."
Beaming Ember opened one side of the jewelry box and leaned down to take a look, "Ooo!" She started pulling out old pieces of costume jewelry, "it's so shiney." Finding a particualarly interesting necklace of green blue plastic beads that shimmered in the light she started turning in circles wrapping the beads around her body giggling happy from time to time.
"So what games should we play?! Something fun." Peeking over the edge over the box over at Priscilla she nodded three times trying to give her, her best serious look.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:50 pm
 Zion had been tinkering with his glow stick when the sudden burst of light came and willed him to the party. For the most part he was enjoying messing around with humans after that happened. He'd tag them or tickle them, but nothing to mean. ... But when he was hiding in a bush there was a smaller flash of light and from that light came a watch! It's design was almost like the one around his neck! It had to be the same maker! Both his and this watch had the roman numeral "IX" on it. Zion untied the note and tried to read it, but he was still unable to read. It all looked like squiggles... With a sigh he retied the note to the chain. Maybe someone else could read it to him?
With a wide smile he grasped the watch in his right hand and made his way down to the docks. His left hand still gripped his glow stick he had made, it was an important creation...Watcher again vanished from sight once the watch had appeared to Zion. The Watcher briefly appeared close to Hawke, fosull, and Alerna. His red eye glared at them as he passed by and continued to look even as he vanished. He said nothing, nor made any noise.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 11:42 pm
Prissy didn't much mind that her offer to go out was turned down. It was just as well, since she didn't actually much want to venture beyond the house. So she watched as the small one rooted through the jewelry box and cooed in delight. She smiled indulgently at the plastic beads that so thrilled the little creature. Such was the joys of childhood, she supposed. They weren't bad looking beads, but their childishness totally didn't suit the diva of fashion.
As Ember played, Priscilla went exploring too. There were all sorts of boxes, wardrobes, and chests stored up in the attic. Much of it was dusty, and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. Dust was not good for clothing, no siree. She lifted her skirts and moved close to a solid looking chest. She gave a wordless sound of approval in a distracted way in response to the young Ghostling's fun as she opened the chest and began to rummage inside it.
When questioned about a game, Prissy stood up and grinned at the sober baby. "How about dress-up?" she inquired, holding a sequined dress in one hand and a large, flowery, floppy hat in the other. Then a rather wicked grin came over her face as she added, "I'm sure Touma would just love this game."
Gossa had been hovering near the edge, eyes centered on the lovely purple color of the large yokai's fur, when something erupted from the water beside and below her. Something clinging and sinuous wrapped itself swiftly about her, and she gave a loud squeal of sheer terror and trembled within the grasp of the watery creature who had grabbed her. Speechless, her little blue eyes were fixed upon her predator. Petrified, she merely wobbled like a bit of multicolored jello, waiting for the pain of... wait, that couldn't be right. If she was a ghosty, she couldn't very well die again, could she?
Both reassured and utterly confused by her own train of thought, she moved a completely baffled look from her captor to the one she'd thought was speaking to this tentatcled one. What was going on, and what was to become of her now?
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 2:12 am
Alnara turned to Hawke with a "are you serious?" expression on her face,"B-but Hawke...I don't want to split up..." Alnara then turned to Fousull and smiled at her fakely and turned back to Hawke and whispered into his ear,"And I certainly don't want to go with her... she looks like she could kill me!" Alnara watched as a Fey ghostling boy approached them holding a watch of some sort. Alnara gave Hawke a confused glance and a "who's that?" look.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 6:10 am
David stroked his new necklace as he walked along fading in and out of the physical world. It was something that he enjoyed. though he was pleased to find that he was beginning to be able to switch to a world more of a mix between a shadow realm and a light realm. He quivered in excitement. It could be that he would soon be able to slip though to where ever he wanted by simply using the light and the shadows about. It wasn't a matter of controlling the darkness but a matter of distortion light and such. An absence of light to a drastic degree led to a thinning in the boundary of realms. There was the drastic absence of shadow that led to another realm. A blending of the two could be comprehensible. Under his tentative stroking the jewel hummed. He wasn't sure what it could do but figured it was something powerful. In hopes of finding out he would have to ask someone. He was unsure who to ask but figured someone would now the answer. Maybe someone who could be helpful. Yes David seemed to nod helpful. That watcher guy might know but he was a puppet of sort and David didn't feel like actually going and seeing the guy. No David would see someone he knew knew a lot.
David slipped down to the docks and came across a serpent looking woman who reminded him of Medusa. Within her tentacle grasp was an odd rainbow looking creature. It was an odd shape not like the ghostling whisplings he'd know. This thing was odd looking. He'd seen a few about town but hadn't really realized them. David tapped his chin before he turned and saw Valkon. The large violet Yokai entity. He might know what David would be to do with the necklace.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 10:35 am
((OOC... @ Eternal Melodye.... Your post kind of confused me since the kids are in the square, Zion ended up on the docks, and Watcher was the one who approached them... I went with it, but the kids are nowhere near Zion and Valkon. They are near an alley in the square. That's why the talk of gathering carcasses and returning to the park to boil them for the bones, heh... ))
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Valkon laughed as he moved over to Azshara held the strange ghostling. "Falling for such an easy trick, little one. You need to pay more attention to things around you." He grinned as he studied her. "A girl I think." he decided after a moment. "Strange. Never seen one shaped like you before. But you should not eavesdrop on other people. You might hear something you should not." His tails twitched as he watched her. "Put her down. She knows she's caught." Reaching out he tapped her unihorn. "Just a child. What's your name?" Perhaps she'd be useful and his eyes gleamed as he thought.
He noted David walking in his direction and smiled slightly. This could be interesting. Maybe everyone was here except for Chronos, Azmodeus, and Kita. But then he also noted the other ghostling walking towards them. That one he did not know. Suddenly frowning as he watched the boy, Valkon studied him. A bit of shine caught his eyes and he focused in on that flash. Afterall, he liked shiny things too but he did not get obsessive over them. He saved that for his bones, books, and shapes. His gaze narrowed upon seeing the watch around his neck. Interesting. If he did not know better, Valkon would have suspected that it was one of those Chronos was always making. Not unlike his own. There was just something about them.
Tilting his head slightly, he said to Azshara, "Keep her here for now, but gently. She's just a baby." Then he turned his attention back to Zion. "Hey, come here a minute. Can I see that watch around your neck? It looks like... well, I have a friend who makes watches. It almost looks like one of his." He scratched his head a moment thoughtfully, but a frown slipped across his face. Chronos had never talked much of his life or even death. Was this watch one of his? And why? He doubted they were made for no reason at all. Chronos always had a reason for anything he did.
Valkon was so distracted by the watch that he did not see the second one in Zion's hand. Not yet anyhow. Then he noted the glowstick, and laughed. "Can't say I've ever seen one of those before either. What is it?"
Hawke shook his head, moving back a step. Whispering was rude when others were standing right there. His father had taught him that much. "We will get more done, Alnara. Lose the princess act. It doesn't work on us. The pirate should be having fun though."
He frowned at her thoughtfully after glancing at his sister and then back again. "But if you are going to hang out with me, you can my sister too. We are often together going back and forth between helping my momma and my dad. It's what we do cause we don't all live together. And we need to help before we play. We might pick on each other sometimes but we do help each other and our parents. And Fosull won't hurt you unless you give her a reason."
The ghostling suddenly blinked at the glare but grinned widely. "That's him! That's Watcher! See the red eye! And just one of them!" His voice was excited. "Let's follow him! And see what he's up to!" Then a rush of disappointment fell heavily onto him. The Watcher had vanished entirely. "Darn... he's gone already."
Kicking the ground, he scuffed his toe against a small rock there and it went skittering across the pavement smacking a man in the ankle. The fellow glanced around, but shook his head after a moment. "Man... that sucks. We could have helped Dad by finding out something. Anyhow, let's spit up and look for carcasses and the other things we need. And I'm sure Dad will have a place in mind. He was flying over the city earlier. You know how he is, Fosull. But we could surprise he and momma by having some stuff ready for them."
For a moment he frowned at Zion as he walked through the square. Then the ghostling disappeared in the direction of the docks. The watch around his neck reminded him of Chronos. Turning back to Alnara, he shrugged. "Beats me. Maybe he's looking for Dad. He looked to be carrying a watch sort of like those Uncle Chronos makes. Maybe he has a message for Dad. Either way, I'd stay out of it. Dad's been angry since we arrived. And I'm not messing with him when he's like that. Right, Fosull?"
He'd only seen his dad really angry a few times. The first time was the day he was born. He'd been angry at Loa. Hawke did not plan to make his father angry for any reason. It was not worth the consequences.
Touma frowned slightly as he started back up the stairs. The old woman was putting the tray into the oven already. But then he thought about Davenya. He had just kind of ditched her without intending to. Instead he stopped, moving towards the door to the outside.
He glanced out to the tent where the children were. Someone else was taking care of it now. He noted a few odd ghostlings helping but moved towards where he saw Davenya. For a moment he hesitated as the other ghostling seemed upset about something. What was that around her neck? Some sort of ghostling type of thing? That's all he could think to describe what he saw.
At first he nearly turned back around but that would have been rude. Instead he walked forwards to her. "Davenya..." he said softly. "I didn't mean to leave you behind earlier. Ember, Priscilla, and I are going to have a slumber party... Don't ask.. Ember's idea... anyhow, in the attic of that old woman's house." Turning around he pointed towards the building behind the tent. "If you want to come, you can. Your... friends too."
He watched Jason a moment, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. It looked to be trouble. Alot of trouble. "Just make sure he behaves. Ember is little and I won't have her fun ruined until we find her parents." Touma suddenly laughed. "the old lady is making us cupcakes. You all can come if you want. And I beat that thing at the docks." A faint smirk was on his face. "I tricked it into letting the man go."
Without waiting for an answer, he moved back towards the house. They would come or not. The offer was made to a... friend. That's all that mattered to him. She knew he had not just left for no reason.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 11:50 am
Azshara tilted the captured wisp looking it over, her eyes shifting curiously to the alicorn on it's head. "You are something different, another tentacle came up and poked at the horn lightly," shifting her gaze over at Valkon as he walked past she narrowed them some at being given an order at all but once he stepped further away she looked back to the wisp.
"So who are you little one?" Her snakes shifted on her head keeping an eye on the other two coming near the peir. With David and Zion in mind another tentacle came up and rested on the dock prepared to snatch anyone that seemed to need it.
Fosull's brow twitched when it seemed that Alnara was pretty point on ignoring her and she could guess what the whispering was about. After the earlier ignoring and now...Fosull was not pleased but before she could come up with something appropriate for the princess her gaze shifted hearing Hawke.
She got one good look at the Watcher before he disappeared. Frowning a bit she sighed, "well...we will have to get him another time. But we should prepare so when we do get another chance we can actually do something." She idly wondered if the Watcher had a skull and if it did what wonderful uses her mother would have for it. Fosull didn't take note of Zion since there were several ghostlings around and he didn't particularly stand out.
"I saw a makeshift kitchen to the north a bit, I bet you can find a pot there...likely to be lots of the living around though." Shifting some she looked over the area thoughtfully, sighing slightly to herself she decided she better see if Alnara was actually going to come with her. She had picked the pink ghostling's name up from her brother but after the last few moments she wasn't too keen on using it. "Pinky, are you coming with me or not? Because if so we are going to need to head over to the alleys or more of the outskirts. Since dead animals are likely to be removed from the city."
Loa's fingers ran over a plaque on the inside of the mausoleum. Vincent Dunhurst ... "What is it you want Vincent?" She moved up closer to the coffin within the mausoleum, a few stray bits of board were thrown to the side and the lid of it had been torn open. "Ah, I'd be angry too, Vincent." There was a touch of sadness in Loa's voice as she floated toward the open coffin. "Perhaps you would like to come with me, I have much work to do and I believe your knowledge of the area would be most helpful."
Loa paused looking down at the body instead, since the coffin had been opened to the elements there was very little of poor Vincent left except for his bones. After waiting a moment Loa nodded as if listening to a voice only she could hear and reached down pulling the skull from the coffin. "This way then Vincent...I need to find a place to work." She then headed out, perhaps the graveyard would show her more with time but for now she had what she needed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 5:26 pm
After finding an extremely porous rock and a tiny, gleaming seashell on the ocean side of the town, he figured he had enough. Time to go find that tower he was told about. He squinted skyward, trying to find that especially bright star that others called the North Star. Only problem was, with all the city lights, it was hard to see very well. Oh, he could see stars, to be sure. But which one was the right one?
He scratched behind one ear dubiously. How many towers could there be, anyway? He was already near the edge of town, so he surmised it would make sense to skirt the town and see if he couldn't find it that way. Noone had ever praised him for an infallible sense of direction, so it was sure that if he'd relied on finding east to find the tower, he'd have failed miserably more likely than not. Clomping determinedly around the perimeter, black and white rat snoozing soundly across his shoulders, and his pouch staying mysetriously quiet for having so very much stuffed into it.
((Percy is now transferred to the Tower thread.))
Gossa squeaked in fright as she was turned about and examined. This wasn't pleasant, not at all! She shivered so much her outline blurred, making an odd smear of color where her horn was. But when her horn was poked, she froze, going completely still and squeezing her eyes shut. This was scary! She wanted to go... well, she'd have meant home, but it occured to her that she didn't know where home was! With surprise she popped her eyes open again and stared beseechingly at the snaky-haired girl, giving a soft sound like a shuddered, sniffled sob. To the question she said nothing, only staring still and looking quite pitiful and afraid.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 5:58 pm
Zion stopped in his tracks as Valkon tried to talk to him. He sheepishly walked toward the entity. He had never seen one before. It was just odd.
"Yes?" He tightened his grip on the watch as Valkin spoke of it. "I have always had this watch. Since I woke up... and this one came to me in a small light. I want to see the one who made these. I think he calls to me... Its a weird thing. " Zion shrugged.
But once his glow stick was mentioned his ears perked up and he held it up so that Valkon could see it. "I made it because it's important. Glow sticks should be sticks... and purple is a very good color." His tail swayed in content.
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