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 Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 7:57 pm
The Ganzi sighed and rolled his eyes from behind his visor.
"When a living thing is born," he said slowly, mocking Farfarello's ineptitude, "you give it a name, something that it will answer to when it grows up. For example, you were given the name bean sprou- I mean, Farfarello by Ganziga knows what... Do you understand?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 7:58 pm
((I'll post as Perrault on Friday at the latest.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 8:04 pm
"That's just what they call me. I didn't know what else to call myself..." The demon concidered. How HAD he gotten that name? Who gave it to him? Who was the first ever to call him "Farfarello"? How did OTHER demons get their names?
"Names just come to you by other people. You just shout it out."
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:13 pm
"You may do that in Hell, demon," Raedou replied, "but not on Earth, and not on my wagon. Now, give your son a name, something that will suit him."
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Perrault ran after Myrrelda as she took her long strides down the narrow path, still afraid.
"Do you..." he stuttered, "Do you t-think that the... the H-Horde might be in... h-here?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:22 pm
The first thing that came to Farfarello's mind was Riverrain, but it did not seem fitting. He thought of the people he knew, their names, Me, Myrrelda, Legato, Belphagor, Laezer, Perrault, Raedou, Hashmal, Jaeto... They're all so different from each other.
He caved. "How?" He hated appearing so ignorant.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:26 pm
Raedou laughed.
"Well," he started, "look at the boy and think of what he will be like when he grows older. Find him a name that will stay with him throughout his life. It's quite simple, bean sprout. All you have to do is try."
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:37 pm
Farfarello's eyes were hooded and blank as he stared at the Ganzi incredulously. When he confirmed that Raedou was not kidding, he began to form sounds with his tongue.
After a minute the demon whispered, "Tascalon. A demon's name. For my son."
It hadn't been a demon name before, but it was a demon name now.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:37 pm
"Nonsense," Myrrelda replied without slowing or stopping, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Everyone knows the Horde has nothing to do with shining objects of pure light. Unless they're... gay, but that's irrelevant. Look, the crevice is widening--oh, it opens up. I wonder--WHOOPS!"
Myrrelda had walked directly out of the crevice, and thus, the face of the cliff that the crevice ran perpendicular to. From a bird's eye view, there would appear a large canyon in the middle of insurmountable Baeltian mountains. Many tiny cracks ran away from this canyon on all levels--the crevice Perrault and--until just now--Myrrelda resided in being one of those numerous, relatively tiny cracks.
Myrrelda had just walked out of the crevice... and fallen into the canyon's depths. It took her about half a minute to regain herself and enter flight, taking twice the time to rise back to the point where Perrault still remained (unless he'd jumped off or something).
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 2:23 pm
Readou cringed silently, squinting at the demon in confusion.
'What sort of name is Tascalon...?' he thought to himself, 'It sounds like a fairy tale name!'
He then shook his head, for it was Farfarello's choice, not his. He smiled.
"What does it mean?" he asked curiously.
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Perrault screamed in terror as Myrrelda fell off, completely forgetting that she had wings. After about thirty seconds, he began to panic, running around in circles, flailing his arms with fear and pure wussiness, for he thought that he was now alone. In the dark depths of a crevice, all alone, scared and wanting his mother. Again, he had no idea that Myrrelda had wings.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 3:19 pm
"In Draon, it means grass weeder..." Hashmal blinked, "I need to go to the grasslands in the central part of the continent... the mountains bordering the desert... There was a city there. A Draon city known as Mekanos. While the people no longer exist, the city should at least contain..." Hashmal shook her head, "...my teacher's blade..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 3:54 pm
(("Grass weeder"? xd ))
The demon ignored Hashmal's comment about Tascalon's name. "It means him," Farfarello answered quizically, "Tascalon. It's him. So, I guess it means... pink, squishy, clingy, mostly-quiet and born from an egg by a demon."
He turned around to face Hashmal, "How long ago were you taught?" He asked.
((*No two demons have the exact same name, because they give it meaning themselves. This is the science that Far used for Tas. Condensing the 1000 years he's lived, "Farfarello" would mean something like "black skinned, long-horned lieutenant, walks on the surface with other races, long-tailed traitor..." ect.))
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 4:45 pm
((Well, that's absolutely lovely.))
The next thing Perrault would feel was the rumble of the ground beneath him as it--in his rash panic--collapsed underneath. The elf couldn't help but fall in the cascade of rolling rock, dust, debris, and boulder--he would be lucky to avoid being crushed. So, eventually, Perrault slid straight out of the crevice floor and into an airborne Myrrelda's open hands. She opened her mouth to laugh--but was struck on the skull by a particularly large and pointed rock. The blunt force trauma caused Myrrelda to fall, with Perrault in her arms, likely flailing.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 5:28 pm
(I wanted it to sound frivolous.... ^^)
Hashmal blinked, "Before the Gravity mines and Elysia... it was... 30 cycles... and when I finished my lessons with Mastema, it was 40 cycles before that..."
(she doesn't track time...)
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 12:20 pm
Farfarello, unfamiliar with Draon terms, was bored very quickly. "You mean years?" He asked.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 11:46 am
"A cycle is all the seasons, so I guess it might be years..." Hashmal shrugged. "I never went into the scholarly studies... Now that my people are gone, I regret the lost knowledge..."
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