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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 8:54 am
"This is where the trails leads." She muttered. Walking forwards she entered the room. She looked quickly around. "She's not around any of the tables" She growled..
Then she caught sight of a crown on the far side of the room. "But the king is here" She looked back at Gale. "Would he really bring Jeanie in here?" She asked him
Jeanie held her final position as long as she could before lowering herself to the stage. She sat down on the edge of the stage, twisting her fingers through her hair, watching the king for his reaction. She had enjoyed dancing, but not the leers she was receiving on all sides. "May we leave now.." she spoke quietly, pointing to a door out the back of the room. She didn't want to pass all the men again
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 4:08 pm
((Time to move scaredy Izzy...))
Izzy quietly crawled along the ground to the door again. She opened it just a crack and she could hear a familiar voice. Ace! She opened the door all the way and crawled along the wall towards the stairs. She stayed back but she could see most of the livingroom from her spot. She was still scared that there was something bad in the living room even though it didn't seem like it.
((Speaking of which...Ninja...when will the ghosties come out? Izzy's worries can't be for nothing...))
Ly realized that he was being spoken to. He looked at Anna with a small smile. "It would be my pleasure to help a lovely lady such as yourself." He stated. It was a usual response but seriously he seen something about her. He moved slightly so that she was right behind him. "Do you think you can get on my back?" He asked, realizing how dark it was getting and how far they happened to be from the twins house.
Ace nodded slightly to Aza. He leaned over and whispered in Jesta's ear. "That is Azazell. He is an assassin for the king." He straightened up before speaking to Aza himself. "Thank you. It is sort of a new concept for all of us." Ace looked around and noticed on Izzy Hatter missing. "Where is Iz?" He asked pointedly at Josh. Josh who should know that Izzy was a terrified little girl at night.
Mark smiled and stood, reaching his hand out to help her up. "Well then! Lets go!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 4:41 pm
Gale shrugged. "I don't know. He took her to the food then this. Something's up, and it's not just the King," he replied. "What happens when she's away from you?" he asked directly. He needed to know.
The King exhaled one long, controlled, eyes closed, breath. He then opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Sure," he replied. Next was the Arcade/Virtual Life place. They had systems that could create your dream body and dream life, along with video games from action, to horror, to anything. He took her hand in his and led her to the next place. Filled with nerds, emos, and dream-filled ditzes.
((No ghosties tonight. Full moon+snow= too much light for monsters. Only ruins will have monsters tonight.... that and I'm too lazy to create and control them.))
The ruins, being that it's night time and everything flips, had bunnies and kitties and other cute little critters that slowly surrounded Reino. Cheshire's dark chuckle could be heard echoing through the Ruins at Reino's predictament.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 9:25 pm
((Thanks Ninja, that was one of the best compliments I've ever gotten on a character ; ) ))
With a reassuring smile, he cemented the deal. He'd find a way to free her. She hadn't told him her name, even when he asked, but that was all right. He didn't care to even remember his own real name. "Go now. Come back to open cage so song can be shared with world." He flew back down the hall to the door that Gale and Master had been in front of, only to find it locked... no, not locked, melted. "Door with no key. Door that not open not door, Random with no Jeanie no random. No random is perfect order, order enslave dreams, dreams chaos of spirit set free." He chose another door at, well, random, and flew through it. He would find Gale and Cyrillia, Cyrillia who was so good at hide and seek she couldn't seem to find herself, only clues that other parts of her left behind. He flew until he found windows leading outside and shattered one, flying out and over the city, singing "Fly, fly, into the sky, sing, sing, sing of the King, fool's cap for a crown, the strangest thing, takes away all the emotions you've known, must be so sad to have none of your own."
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:07 am
((I'll attempt to post tomorrow... or rather later today... *Yawn and stretches* Off to bed.. I played to much DDR tonight..... WHOOT of a physical workout.... 300+calories in work out mode!))
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 3:06 am
One certain insane man, heard the song and chuckled. "But if one flies so high above all, can he not hear the ones that are below! If he can not hear, he does not soon see. Nor can he ever hope to understand!" he shouted to the crowd. He was placed there by the King to keep the peace and preach gambling and pleasure-seeking. "You have but one life, and the King wants you to enjoy it. He enables you to bet away your negative emotions and fully see the life in full joy and color! Some of you have seen the light, is it not beautiful? Does Red look like Blue or can you still tell that Red is indeed Red? If Red and Maroon are held side by side, who of you would not be able to tell the difference of shade? Even a blind man can feel the textures and designs and distinguish them. Does one truely have to have pain to know that joy is better? If so, you all have had plenty in your life, for sure. You all remember what it used to feel like. Isn't it so much better to feel what you do now? Like everything in the world goes your way? If it doesn't please you, simply buy another emotion, by selling one you have. With all of this provided, is the King not wondrous and great! Who is this devil's advocate that spouts against our King that provides Peace and a steady economy?!" he shouted and yelled. He wanted the man to come down and provide an example of ignorance. He seemed to have all his emotions. So why would he not come down? The only reason that they would know, is ignorance. If he didn't come down, the preacher could easily stomp out any thought of this dream-waker. He glared at the man with a smile of false friendship. He wanted to stab the man down from his height, and would do it one way or another.
((Haha. Time to test Random. Any answer or reaction, will provide great insight to the character. smile And Remember that sometimes actions speak ten-fold what words can express. These people have been yelled and shouted at.... for awhile.... but I'm sure you won't dissappoint. You never have yet. smile Haha.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 9:17 am
(I'll try not to disappoint.)
Random tilted his head and grinned, beginning to float down slowly. "Aha! Voice of contention among throng of lost smiles!" He landed and sat slowly down on the ground,looking up to the Preacher. "Am here. Perspective not changed, only angle. Could hear. But who can hear when he sit above you in tower of joy built on stolen souls? Cannot love without sadness. If no one sad, how can another feel sympathy? Without sympathy, no understand one another. No understand, how can know someone? How can care? Wants of flesh nice, and can see that all desires given life, but whose dream is it?" He stood up and spread his arms wide. "Mayfly only live one day, and sometimes it rain. Without rain, no rainbow. Where people go when die? City too happy for funerals, no miss anyone, no love. Random love. Afraid for friend. Feel for servant girl. Make them both happy. That make me happy. I make happy. Not win happy on roulette. Not lose freedom on turn of card. If sad, least is own sadness. Did King bet own sadness away? Own Hate, own fear? If not... odd that he not. He is knave of Hearts, stole your tarts, and took them clean away." He looked at the madmen in the street, and to the Preacher. He smiled, very much genially, to the man. He was not false in it. There was no need to be. He was shattered, but he still had all his pieces and shards.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 4:31 pm
((makes sense...though that means that Izzy's worried for nothing...))
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 4:33 pm
The people on the street murmured as the priests hypnotizing words slowly vanished from the air and his crowd control slightly released. The man's smile twitched on the side. He hated this man's logic. It was... hopeful. Eck, how he hated hope. "Hahaha, you build up hope. Hope brings down dream in failure. Pain fills you to the brim..." he released the crowd, and as if just awoken, they walked the streets again, normal.
They'd never lost any emotion, it was he that had been controlling him. He had a dark and special power. He focused all on Random, filling his mind with the visual he described. Each wind brushing his real hair. He had the dark power of senses. Much like the King with emotions. "What Random?" he spoke as his voice became it's true dark rough sound, then became a velvetty, dark and soft voice. As if a friend was merely talking to Random. "What do you believe will happen? You heard Cyrillia, when Jeanie is away, Jeanie changes. She will see you walk in and won't have a clue who you are," he began as he weaved his film of visuals together in his mind.
"You walk in, seeing Jeanie in the back of the large video game filled room, her hands sliding down the King's chest. Her eyes staring lustfully into his. His staring wantingly right back. You walk up to them, your heart heavy from your fear of losing her. And you say, 'MistressJeanieFriend?'," he added, his power forcing all the voices to sound like the real person.
People were beginning to see his true dark form. A Dark Elf that was so old, his skin wrinkled to the point of having each vein glow a dark red as his eyes seemed to burn into Random's very skull. "She'll slowly turn to you, only half-mindedly. Look you up and down once, and ask, 'Wh-who are you? Kingy, this weird man is eyeing me,'. Then she'll hide behind the King to get away from such a freak." he spoke, his announciation never flawed.
While doing his power, he got into your head. But he seemed to meet some competition in seeing everything. He had to force the rest of this. Random's friend, his female other side was stepping up to the plate and beginning to fight. But he'd controlled a full crowd. He would have this one man broken.
"The King will step up and have you dragged away from the unknowing Jeanie as she reaches up and kisses his cheek.... Or maybe you'd rather it flipped and see Jeanie run up to you, in her broken control. Back to her mind controlled self. The not-Jeanie Jeanie. The clingy thing that was by no means your joyous friend. She kisses your lips, uncontrolled of her actions," he kept pushing. He wanted this man to be smashed internally. "Is it better now if I remove the pain?" he asked as he replayed both with a temperary removal of his friendship emotion. He'd feel a little cold and possibly alone, but... he would not be hurt by her.
((I may be god-modding, but evil masters do that. That's why good guys go in teams. Which means....in a way.... this is all Cyrillia's fault. Haha.))
((....my longest post ever.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 4:40 pm
((Your internal chick will release you from his grasp in your next post after feeling the pain. Then he will feel his loss of power and will fade into darkness. You will soon find that those in the city that are not one of the insane men, are part of the town itself and slaves/minions of the King. Hahaha. He has a price. You shall all see. Many ideas.))
((If I ever do bug anyone with anything, inform me personally in a pm and I will address/fix it. All of you have my respect. From fabulous posts, to dedication, to time you've spent here. You have my respect. So if something I do bugs you...))
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 4:42 pm
((Krazy, I can create something to mess with you? Would you like me to? ....hmmmm. Having an idea currently. Includes 'Death'.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 4:43 pm
Anna Mellison
• Anna blinked a bit before a soft smile spread across her lips. Lifting her hands up to his shoulders she grasped them rather strongly, using her arms to lever herself up. Once she was able to, she swung her hurt leg around and braced it against his waist before settling herself against his back in a full brace. Lifting up the other one she brought it around and wrapped it the best she could around his waist and hips. ”Ummmm Okay, I think I am settled enough for you to stand up Mister Lynx. And thank you for the help. I really do appreciate it a lot.” She said as she relaxed her body enough, so it looked like it melded along his back. Turning her face to the right she rested her cheek on his left shoulder and waited for him to move or whatever he was gonna do. When a question popped into her head, taking a hesitant breath to ask it, she stopped and decided to wait until they were moving towards the cabin before asking it.
• Finally able to, now Anna looked around at scenery wondering how it got so warped in such a short amount of time. As well as why the Cheshire cat hadn’t answered her question directly. He was surely a strange oddity if she’d ever seen one. Then again he didn’t look anything like what Disney had pictured him as, a purple and pink striped cat. And now the mad hatter was a female, or how other things were different. To her Lewis Carol would be happy, amused or downright upset at this place. And she’d love to see his reaction, if only the man was still alive… But her main concern was finding the white rabbit and speaking what had been inside for fourteen long years. Sighing softly she shifted her arms around Lynx’s neck so not to choke him just in case.
((I don't have any problem as of yet, but if i do find something i will do as you have asked. Though I do highly doubt i will have much if any problem with you kids))
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 5:34 pm
Ly felt her hands on his shoulders, it was odd for him. No female should be that strong. Well there was Izzy...but she didn't count as a girl... At least in Ly's eyes she didn't. He waited a few more seconds after she said she was ready to stand and move. He placed his hands on her thighs to make sure that she wouldn't fall. Only when he was absolutly sure she wasn't going to fall did he start walking towards the cabin.
((sure if you wish Nin.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 9:25 pm
Teaser was indeed strong, the strongest link of the chain. She smiled back to the Preacher. All of Random's free spirited caring emotion was absent in her, at least for the moment. She was cold logic, and his protector. "He never tread within you, beast. He never had to. And he, among all others understands that it is better to know the shadows of pain that follow and be free, than to know bliss eternal and serve at a master's knee. Tell me how that leather tastes from that boot."
Random, whose face had dropped as the visuals were fed to him, and who had gone to his knees with tears in his eyes as they continued, suddenly broke into his smile again. It was somehow sad, and sad for the dark being that stood before him. "See you now. Butterfly that becomes caterpillar. Rose that becomes seed. Master that becomes slave. And all for things that you could not buy or win. And in all city, only one sorry for you, though work and trade in tears." Random's smile faded. He did feel for the creature, for it seemed the creature understood emotions, and that was where it lost the mystery.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 3:32 am
The Dark Elf preacher looked left and right. He was fought of by one mere child and his stuffed animal. He glared into Random's eyes. Then he vanished into the floor of the stage, into shadows.
Death needed to make a visit. He began to appear in a side room near Izzy. He reached his long boney fingers out and tapped her shouldar. He needed to talk to her.
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