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 Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 8:26 pm
"'Cause of where they've been, what they've been around. They've got meaning." Gloom peered up at her hand before he was standing up on his hind legs and pressing his nose to it. His fur was neither warm, not cold. "The dust from here isn't old enough. It's gotta be more special."
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 8:59 pm
The giggle provoked by the nose nuzzle no longer held nervousness or fear. America was thoroughly charmed. "Are there any museums 'round here? Those have lots of fancy old stuff, right?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 9:15 pm
The giggle, her lack of nervousness, lead to Gloom curling once around her feet entirely before he was climbing up along her back - careful with claws - and settling on her shoulders. "Not museum stuff. Those places are- " A nervous chitter. "Not that stuff. Not about how old it is, just has to have meaning."
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 9:26 pm
She stood up, careful not to dislodge Gloom from his perch. It doesn't occur to her that being immediately willing to break into an Otherworld museum and steal dirt from it for an afternoon outing is perhaps a little reckless. And so it is America considers other sorts of places there might be special items of meaning. Walking through the graveyard, her eyes automatically scan the graves, a habit she'd developed since trying to match up Leanne's album to her own time and reality. There was meaning to all of the graves and statues, their dust and stone and things, but special only to those connected to them. "Who would they have special meaning for, anyway? Or I guess what...if it comes down to what they've been around?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 9:42 pm
Gloom warms but only by proxy of being around America's shoulders. It also seems, that as she walked through the graveyard, the light drizzle was no longer falling on her but around her. "Someone, anyone; something, anything. Could have special meaning t'ya." His tail swished along her back. "Just has to have meaning." His head was tucked under her jaw. "If it doesn't, the magic doesn't work as well."
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 9:52 pm
It took her awhile to notice the lack of drizzle on her, but not around her. Gloom was delightful and strange, but the affectionate contact was what held her happy focus most of all. "Oh!" Her mouth popped open. "This is for doing a magic?" How cool! "If it can be special to me, I can probably help you out. I've got all sorts of things that got special meaning." And then she admitted, "I might be a little sentimental, gotta say. Would you show me the magic, if we can find the things?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 10:54 pm
"Yes!" Gloom chittered happily. "Y'know about magics?" Very impressed. "Y'different than the others, they never know!" At least the ones he had ran into, they had had no knowledge of magic whatsoever. His tail stilled as he raised his head up to press his nose to her cheek. There was a light snuffle before he was peering at with glowing white eyes. "If y'can find the things, I can show, yes." Another chitter. "Only one of the things can be important t'ya. The others they can't be, not for this magic."
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 11:06 pm
The girl couldn't help but preen a little at that. Sure she was new to all the magic stuff, but by now this wasn't her first rodeo. (Though really, it kind of was in its way.) She couldn't help another quiet giggle as the snuffling tickled at her cheek. "Oh? What are the not important things I should be looking out for?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 7:39 pm
Gloom pressed his nose to her cheek once more before he went back to having his head tucked under her chin. "A pretty rock, something with meaning, it can be important. If it is t'ya then it will be a stronger magic. The dust, it doesn't have to be." His tail swished. "Y'can find it from flowers or birds or things - meaning is what's important. Not where it's from." The shadowed creature made a noise. "Was looking here for marking things. To leave a mark." A pause followed by an excited chitter as he realized something. "Like ink but it doesn't have to be ink!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 10:45 pm
Gently scritching the back of his neck, America repeated carefully, "A pretty rock with meaning to me, important to me is best. Dust with meaning, but not importance. Something to leave a mark. Those three things?" Considering them, she asked, "Do they have to be from here, or can the be from the sunny ashdown?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 11:11 pm
Oh, oh. Scritches. America was officially Gloom's favorite. He made a noise, an almost purr. It was felt under her hand, his shadowed form actually being more solid. "Yessss," he replied, the word drawn out because scritches. "They can be from either side but y'd except the dust."
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 11:16 pm
"Got it," She nodded, repeating it all in her head once more. "Which side should the dust be from?" The noise was wonderful, reminding her of good things, comfort things.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 1:37 am
"Dust has to be from here, has to be," there was an insistence to the way he said it. "Y'side isn't magic but things with meaning have their own kind of magic but to make it all work ... Y'need something that's part of here." The rumble of a purr was still going, Gloom pressing closer to her. The drizzle still continued to fall around her, not on America at all.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 9:06 pm
"Like eggs in a cake batter...or glue, to stick glitter to the paper? That makes sense," America mused, trying to familiarize herself with the rhyme and reason of something like magic. "Is there a time you'd like these by?" The werefolk were affected by the moon, who knew what else was? Glancing up from Gloom, America noticed the invisible umbrella of sorts around them. " Oh! Well aren't you a clever fellow?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 10:46 pm
"Y'understand!" A happy chitter and she got another press of nose against America's cheek. "Get the dust last and bring it to me, y'can take y'time otherwise but that should be fresh." ... as fresh as something as magic dust could be anyway. Gloom preened again at the compliment. He definitely liked America. "Y'players don't always do so good getting wet," he told her, "y'should stay dry. I'm a good friend." That last bit was said with a near childish certainty.
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