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 Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:27 am
::due to Watcher's size there was no way she would be able to get away, and she could never bring herself to hurt him:: What is it? I need to speak with Bloodclaw about the dream. Please let me go to him ::her tone would make most rocks melt with pity and that is what she was hoping for::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:29 am
**shifts back to homid**
Nice outfit... honestly, a tour would be nice, but I'm beat. The squabble I had with that ten armed, muscle-bound freak, the clean up of the room that we wrecked in the process, plus all of the information that has been crammed into my head over the past fourty eight hours has left me a little... well, alot tired. Can you just point me to where I can catch a quick fourty winks?
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:37 am
Marissa-Gift_of_Helios ::due to Watcher's size there was no way she would be able to get away, and she could never bring herself to hurt him:: What is it? -- ::He wouldnt let her continue, this just couldnt wait. It may be out of the norm for him, but he needed to have this said. Yet his lip quivered and he seemed about to tear up.:: W-why Marissa... ::His hand squeezed around her wrist yet tighter. It may hurt, but that wouldnt be the first odd thing he did.:: Why did you let me... ::Something wasnt right here. He was only 16 and yet...he was getting old? Right before poor Marissa's face Watcher began to age. His face growing aged, his skin crinkling and drying...and then came the cuts and lascerations. The flesh on his hand began to slowly peel free as he screamed out at her a scream not filled with anger but filled with the saddes of tears drenched in despair.:: WHY DID YOU LET ME DIE?!::As he screamed he would jerk her towards him aiming to pull her face to closeness they only shared right before a kiss. And yet no one would want to kiss what his face had become. Aged and torn, half skeletal and rotted away. This was the face of a corpse left rotting in the middle of no where for years on years left alone. His sobs echoed across the den realm before his rotted hand snapped off at the wrist as he tried to pull her in yet one more time and then.... Black. Her vision would be clouded with nothing put pitch black. It was as if she was standing in nothing but unending pitch black. No where to go, no where to run. The feeling of Gaia was stripped from her...only the void...:: --- 'Course, shuga, I know just the place to catch a great sleep. ::Her hand sly and seductively slips forward and scritches him behind his ear as she walks by.:: Follow me puppy. ::And a wink.::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:41 am
**raises an eyebrow**
Sure... Lead on.
**starts following the woman**
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:49 am
::Now she knows where she is. She's in a small little realm that was created just for her, to punish her. The Moon Bridge crumbling must have happened and they both ended up dying. But if Watcher is blaming her then there must have been something she could have done if she could have just held on tighter. Her own mind must have made up the airboat world to try to escape this place; but Watcher is, or rather was, strong enough to break through a simple fantasy world. This is the way Gaia is punishing her. Putting her somewhere where she is to be forgotten, never to rejoin the cycle, never to rejoin her family, never to rejoin with Gaia. If she let Watcher die then she deserves all of this, and with that thought she crumbles in a heap and cries::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:54 am
::And then he comes. From the void that was the pit around her, came a swirling and swathing of the icky black...like a certain window in a certain kitchen. And from the swathing came the sight of two glowing blue eyes, each larger than her entirety. Both looking directly down at her in a most dull fashion.
And then a voice. There was no mouth but there was a voice. It sighed a long and heavy sigh.::
Pathetic...toys dont last as long as they used too...You broke already?
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::And she continued to lead him, right to the 3rd floor. Her hips swaying ever so teasingly. The 3rd floor was home to many doors, and only one that wasnt smelted shut. It was wooden and somewhat scarred.
The woman pulled a key from her pocket and slid it into the door, pulling it open and standing on the outside of the door with a slight bow. The sort of bow that causes her to bend over, and with her clothing leaving very little to the imagination.::
Afta you.
::She says with a sly seductive smile.::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:59 am
**looks for the nearest thing that even remotely resembles a bed and shambles towards it, very much 90% asleep**
Thanks. Um, where's the key? Cause Marissa's gonna need one. She'll be getting tired soon.
Oh... what's with all the doors being welded shut?
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:01 pm
Broke? If that is what you want to call it then sure. ::look of absolute murder flashes in her eyes:: If that was what you call entertainment, then bravo. ::every word drips with acid potent enough to go through any metal:: Obviously you haven't felt love in so long it has become only a toy to you, or you have never been blessed with such a gift. You are PATHETIC. ::this last word is spit out at the shadow as a look of pure disgust takes over her face::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:12 pm
::Laughter fills almost every corner of the void. He's been spit at before, venom had dripped from bigger badder mouths, but he was sure she was down and out, and she still had a bit of kick.::
Hahahahahahaheheheheheee, your cute. Eat up.
::Click.
Like turning on a light switch, or like turning off a TV, like turning the ignition on your car. Just a click.
Marissa would feel baby soft skin against her arm as she lifted her head from her arm and felt the tiny bit of spiddle down her cheek. She would be host to an odd feeling, a feeling most people get when waking up in the morning. The feeling of napping and awaking to only remember shattered bits and pieces of there dreams. For her, she would remember the feeling of being in a very boring room. And then bits and pieces of something about blood, and Watchers smiling face, and tables...there must have been alot of tables. So wierd.
Directly infront of her was a dish with ice cream, covered in sugar, 3 cups of coffee, one a double shot, two slices of cake. A steak dinner, a ceaser salad.
And behind that, an odd looking old man dressed in mostly black with very flaky skin, which is to say that almost everything around and under him was covered in sand. He looked her in the eye and smiled.::
You ok there kiddo? You looked like you were having a bad dream.
::As odd as they were, and as much as she might not remember falling asleep...it just seemed to fit. It was so wierd! So odd. There was this lingering feeling of something gone wrong, but it was quickly fading.
What had happened?
Nothing Happened.::
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::As soon as he is fully into the room, she enters behind him and clinks the door shut.::
Dont worry shuga, I'll keep it open for ha'
::He stumbles directly into bed, and sexily walks directly behind him. She reaches to a blue bottle on the table nearby and clicks the top open and begins pouring the liquid on her hands. Almost immediately the smell of sweet nectar and incense engulfed the room. For Lanhie it was the smell of home, and worst off the smell of his loving wife as she lay beside him in bed.
Gently as can be he pushes him forward.::
Lye down shuga, and dont you mind the walls, we like our privacy on dis ship.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:20 pm
**he winces, then he starts crying**
Chelsea... I miss you. It's been almost a month...
**Instincts take over as he shifts to Crinos, a sorrowborn look on his face even in that warform, and he howls the pain in his heart out for the world to hear, a song of pain and loss pours from his lungs.**
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:24 pm
I...I guess I was. Unfortunately I have them often and I always remember only bits and pieces, except for one but that was a while ago. ::looks puzzled at the food in front of her and shakes her head, trying to clear out the cobwebs:: Thank you for the food ::as she moves the steak closer:: Do you have to start preparing supper or do you have time to sit with me? I would like someone to tell me about this world and there is more than enough food for me here :waving at the large amount of food on the table::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:30 pm
That usually means it wasnt an important dream.
::He said as he shoved his little kitchen stool up the window. And served himself a little glass of warm milk and a bowl of ice cream.::
I have all the time in the world.
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::That touch. The hands on his back, sliding down from the lower portion of his shoulder to the small of his back.::
Its ok my love. I'm here now...nothing else matters.
::No. It was not mind control. His senses demanded that this was the truth. Eyes, ears, nose, the touch of her fingers gently pushing him into bed. Could it be that he was home, that this room let him be with her once more?
His senses would overide logic. He was home. This was love.::
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:48 pm
**relaxing to homid, too tired to do anything else.**
I've gotta be dreaming, or I fell into the umbra again.
**shakes his head, trying to shake out the cobwebs, looks towards what touched him.**
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:51 pm
Well :settling in and starting to eat:: I guess the first question would be who runs the world. Where I'm from there are a triad who runs everything, just different aspects. So how did this place come into existence and who supplies the power to the worshippers?
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:57 pm
Heh heh.
::He laughs a bit, sipping his warm milk.::
You ask wise questions for a such a little girl. No one runs Gaia, no one has and no one will.
::He took a spun from his ice cream and played with a few of the stars hanging down from strings on his black painted ceiling.::
This is a safe house, nuetral ground for all gods and all men. I'm pretty old, but even I'm a child next to this place. I really couldnt tell you where it all began.
::Another sip of warm milk slips passed his old lips, as he carefully speaks again. Each word is so calm, so peaceful.::
Faith makes the god go round, their power, their influence, gods walk amongst men here and hand their powers out to whomever they deem fit. Its how its always been. I assume your not from around here. Where are you from?
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::And there was Chelsea, her flowing brown hair. Her golden tanned skin. It matched exactly what she looked like in his wettest of dreams. Her top had been peeled off and she was rubbing some type of oil on her body.::
Its ok, its over now. Are you ready for bed?
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