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 Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 10:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 12:27 pm
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Lunar, Ice, and Weave kept the white blossom company while I worked on finding an answer to the questions currently vexing M.E.&F. They rolled around the crystalline container, occasionally offering element art or quiet conversation (even if it was rather one-sided). It seems the sprockets have decided the fluffy bloom is their Bond, and they are determined to help care for it.
After a few hours, in the small hours of the morning- Lunar, Ice, & Weave grew unnaturally quiet and still. Something just didn't feel... right. Within seconds, the reflective surface of the six orbitting light-catchers filled with static, and a hazy image of a bladed crown could be seen flickering softly. After a few minutes, the image was gone, and the light-catchers resumed their slow orbit around the room.
Lunar, Ice, & Weave drew close to the blossom, appearantly not liking the feelings that the image stirred within them. Even Boreal Snap seemed to shudder a bit- whether the origin of that movement was a sudden air current or the static-filled image... who's to say?
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 5:14 pm
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Another transmission from the unknown entity was received today. The sprockets are understandably shaken, and Snap didn't seem to like it much either (air currents be damned, her movements and reactions are too precise to be anything but intentional).
That bit of chaos aside, things are going well. Snap has taken an exceptional liking to Ice, and seems to puff up a bit every time the sprocket comes near. She also likes Weave and Lunar, although to a slightly lesser degree. The enchanted light-catchers have received a warm welcome as well, and she seems to rather like swaying under their soft lights.
I've created a soil specially engineered for this special blossom, based on test results from a few cell samples. Snap certainly seems to like it, and is thriving with each nutrient treatment. I'm glad to see the recent events have not stunted her growth. Now if I could just find a way to stop these disturbing occurrences.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 4:52 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2005 3:45 am
Reposted from MMH House: Quote: Settling In Moorgahaine gently set the bloom down on a newly constructed desk, "There we are, our new home." He smiled and set the light-catchers to their slow orbit around the room. The six glass snowflakes began their cyclical movements, casting soft lights over every surface.
The white blossom swayed ever so slightly, as if testing the air in the new environment. After a few moments, the swaying became more relaxed. Lunar, Ice, & Weave explored one side of the room while Plant, Data, & Chemical explored the other. The sprockets seemed to give a reserved approval of the new abode, and were still a bit nervous about the events that had claimed the last one.
Herald walked into the room, gently setting down his backpack on a nearby couch. The blue-haired boy made his way over to Boreal and gave a friendly smile, "Good morning, Miss Snap." The blossom swayed a bit closer to his hand, and he gave a few gentle pats, "Don't worry, I'm sure dad made sure this one isn't going to disappear like the last." He looked over his shoulder and gave a questioning glance, "Um... right?"
Moorgahaine nodded and made an effort to sound resolutely confident, "Right." The sprockets gave an erratic dance, as though offering a bit of a cheer. The old wizard chuckled, and hoped his fears would remain unfounded.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 12:20 pm
Reposted from MMH House: Quote: Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes Moorgahaine had set the two large jewels next to Snap's container, and retired for the evening. By morning, he had awoken to find a rather pale Feien with gossamer insect wings where the white bloom had once been. She was conversing with a group of sprockets, and apparently the jewels. Pain and Anguish seemed to be serving as translators for the gems, which he thought to be a bit disturbing.
Snap looked over and gave a slight smile, "Good morning."
He nodded to her, "Well, good morning to you as well. I see you've had a bit of a growth spurt during the evening?
She fluttered down from the crystalline container's edge and landed next to the blue jewel, "Quite. Interesting entities you have here. You seem to collect beings like some people collect stamps."
Moorgahaine smirked, the silver protrusions on his back extending a bit for a morning stretch, "You could say that. How does the day find you?"
Snap sat down on the table's edge, "Very well, as a matter of fact. Although from what Weaver saw in your computer's schedule earlier- you're going to be quite busy."
He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "I suppose I'll never keep him out of my private notes and journal. And yes, I do have quite a few busy days ahead of me. Will you be coming along, or staying here?"
She looked thoughtful for a moment, and then answered, "I think I'll stay here for a little while. I'll catch up with you later, after I've had a chance to finish talking with Lord Seymour and Anima." Snap motioned to each gem, to clarify the names were in fact referring to them.
The old wizard nodded, "I'll see you this evening, then. Quite fetching growth changes, by the way. It looks rather nice on you." With that, he headed out the door to tackle another day.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 9:35 am
Reposted from MMH House: Quote: A Procession Of Sprockets Boreal had spent several hours chatting with Lord Seymour and Anima (via several sprocket translators). They were quite fascinating in their current gem form, and she wasn't particularly looking forward to their inevitable growth into a more organic form. Still, there were many devices and mechanical creations in this new home- and she was anxious to see them all.
She had decided to name each of her sprockets by their element, and just add her last name on the end. It seemed a logical approach, given how many of them there were. Ice Snap nudged around her feet, wanting to take her for a ride. Boreal carefully got onboard, and held onto the protuding metal teeth. The frigid sprocket carried her on a long tour of the new home- keeping a relaxing, steady pace as it zipped through the air. The rest of the herd followed close behind, occassionally zooming off to one corner or another to explore its details.
Lord Seymour and Anima had their own trio of sprockets now, who had been attracted to the pair almost immediately. Entropy, Pain, and Anguish carried the two gems closely behind Boreal's procession, anxious to explore as well. The two groups chatted back and forth as the day wore on, and occassionally fell into companionable silence. This dwelling was staggeringly immense, and Lord Seymour wondered if it was even possible to see it all. Anima had noted the shifting nature of the place first, and it seemed to confirm that a complete exploration would never really be possible.
By the end of their journey, the two groups had become one, and all were in need of a bit of rest. A nearby servant robot cheerfully directed them back to their seperate rooms. All agreed that nothing should ever be -that- cheerfull about directing residents to their rooms.
Lord Seymour and Anima rested well through the night (although were unable to really sleep in their current gem form), while their trio of sprockets huddled in a dark corner of the room.
Boreal dreamt of comets, and supernovas, and distant planets while her sprockets hovered quietly on the ceiling above.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 5:41 am
Reposted from MMH House: Quote: Mightier Than The SwordAfter talking with Moorgahaine at length about wishing for official duties and responsibilities around the lab/house/shop, Snap had finally convinced the old wizard to let her be in charge of the less... organic residents. At first, she thought this would mean watching after only Lord Seymour and Anima. However, her guardian introduced her to two new residents of MMH- two inkwells by the name of Mok and Taarna. He had explained that much like Lord Seymour and Anima, these two would eventually shed their current forms for something more organic. She quietly hoped they would take their time in getting there.
When Moorgahaine left, Snap quickly went to investigate the two new residents, anxious to see what special qualities they might possess. The ink in Taarna's inkwell had a shining surface- not unlike a deep lake. The ripples moved outward in slight rings, with a steadiness resembling a heartbeat.
Mok's was a bit different, to say the least. The ink in his inkwell sloshed along its glass walls, as though stretching out and testing its boundries. The surface of the ink reflected distorted images, or suggestions of such. Where Taarn's inkwell glass was warm, this was exceedingly cool to the touch.
Snap motioned for several of the sprockets to come over, hoping to find a translator for these two entities as well.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2005 5:11 pm
((Recent ME&F rp involving Snap can be found here (first post of the page, my posts only- reposted there as part of the ME&F metaplot archive).))
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2005 8:15 am
Moorgahaine Reposted from MMH House: A Want For Something Colder Snap had met the two latest item stage additions to the household, and they were just as marvelous as the rest. Their surface so sleek and cool to the touch- everything in precise lines and calculated form. Not like the fleshy, organic nature of her own body. While she did not envy their mental state (it was obvious both of the Wonkas were absolutely nutters)- to have such perfect form would be heavenly. Granted, Snap wanted a few more limbs than the two metallic stars had, and certainly opposable thumbs. The air suddenly chilled a bit more, and then began randomly rising and dropping in temperature by a few degrees. She looked around quickly, wondering what was affecting the air in such a manner.
Mok had spent most of the morning stretching his new (and more than slightly odd) sketch-in-three-dimensions form. It felt good to be out of the bottle, and would be even better to get something with a bit more flesh. But, that would take a bit longer, and patience was a virtue that he could occasionally indulge. He spied the little Feien walking along one of the shelves, looking deeply thoughtful. Something about her expression said that she wanted something very badly, but didn't know how to get it. Mok drew closer and smiled, "What has you so melancholy, Snap?"
She was startled by his sudden appearance, but quickly regained composure, "I was just... thinking. Wishing, actually. Which is a silly habit to indulge, and I really should know better."
Mok moved closer, "And what is it that has you so twisted in knots, dear Snap?"
The Feien ran a hand through the spikes of her hair, "Just... wishing I could be more like the non-organic creations around here. I just don't like being so... squishy." She wrinkled her nose and poked at her thigh, "I would love to have some sort of metal alloy form- something strong and sleek. The size I don't mind so much, just the substance."
He grinned, "Well then, why not ask Moorgahaine to build you something new? I recall him speaking to me recently of some sort of soul-switch process he does to those residents who wish to live past their alloted lifespan. Granted, you would no longer be what you are- but that doesn't seem to be a real concern for you."
Her eyes went wide, "Of course! I remember him talking about that too! I'll talk to him about it as soon as he gets out of his study room." Her wings buzzed happily, and she quickly (and without a bit of grace) sailed through the air like a tiny bludger that had lost its guidance system. Okay, so she wasn't the best at flying- but there were plenty of servant bots around to catch her when it was time to land. Several of them had already started to dash after Snap, holding small pillows and cushions like metal umpires going after a stray ball.
Mok just waved and smiled as she left, figuring talking someone into going through with a body-switch was an excellent way to start the day.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2005 8:16 am
((I would like to request sig-only, please. heart ))
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