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 Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 8:00 pm
"Mm-hm," Taryn agreed, deciding that she really just had to not move her head, "Thematic n'... secluded. I thought they'd be together?" Arms, however, were totally fine to move, and the ghoul interlocked her fingers above her body. They fell quickly.
"I guess... where you live makes you, though..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 8:09 pm
"Yeah . . ." This bed was really, really comfy. Okay, maybe lying on his back for a bit wouldn't be harmful. Flopping a little beyond where Taryn's feet were, he stared up to the cavernous ceiling and mused. How did Eris live? In the jungle's trees? He could imagine a clan of winged horsemen coming for the apocalypse easy . . . Just as he could imagine the Heir herself quite easily, despite not having seen her in months. He wondered, idly, what she was up to. What all of the heirs were up to, really.
"Helps that is cool here," he started up again, a little crook of a smile appearing as he lazily lifted a finger upwards to point something out. "Can pretend is night sky almost. Glowworms as stars, oils l-like perfume, orbs like . . . bigger stars 'r somethin'. Ever sat n' watched?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:13 pm
While everything swam inside her head; words, visions, her brain specifically, Taryn decided to close her eyes. Everything still felt strange, she was still dizzy... but this was comfortable. She felt Mort lay down nearby and smiled softly, resisting the urge to reach down and pet his hair.
"The night sky? Of course" the chimera responded, shaking her head minutely and regretting it immediately. Oh, Jack... "I was always lonely, so I'd look to things bigger than me. It's so beautiful. Here, though, I haven't really had the chance to... look." All the training, all the classes... she'd have to make time before the next week of class. They'd all be on an entirely different isle then.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:17 pm
"Know what mean, yes . . .N-Never did much either." There was always a computer screen, or a Gameboil screen, or some other electronic thing he was staring at. "Outside" had been as much a foreign realm to him as this place was now. "Wish would have more time investigate. Buuuut." and her the turned on his side with a cheeky, knowing grin. "Met someone earlier. Must ask first, did notice strangeness n' Clan area yet?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 6:24 am
"Okay let's!" Tyshina said before she headed out the door quickly after him. Where they were headed next she was unsure, but it was an adventure she was looking forward to having.
[Tyshina Exiting]
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 9:39 am
"Strangeness? What do you mean?" Taryn asked, popping an eye open to peer down at the zomboil. That look on his face... The ghoul propped herself up, not realizing that her head was swimming less, that she was on her way back to normalcy. "What do you mean?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 12:09 pm
So she hadn't noticed? Huh. "Check water next time: has oil!" he whispered conspiratorially to her. "Investigated den, thought should check oasis just n' case; and had oil too! Strangeness, had to ask after. Saw very pretty Horseman, tried asking, 'Why has the oil n' water?' Was tasty to them? Iunno . . . But! She answers nicely with bells n' buzzing insects, says 'Why oil and water? Because bloom n' wither.' N' then!" Here he gently poked Taryn's forehead with a finger, laughing. "Kisses forehead! Kisses! N' says somethin' like 'growth n' decay' before leaving. But lookie!"
Mort tilted his head a bit and pushed his cranial top up until the stitches allowed it, givine Taryn a decent look of the very pink brain within. "New brain!!" said the zomboil excitedly. "Can speak better, will speak better. See, no stutter!" He looked so gleeful, like a scareling given a lifetime supply of candy.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 5:21 pm
Oh, hey! Swimming in your own stupid was perhaps not the best situation in which to recognize changes in others. Granted, in the past, Mort had spoken perfectly fine while drunk and she had no way to know if he was this time. Taryn smiled softly and nodded... nope, still too soon to nod.
"Wow! That's great! Do you think this one'll overload? Is that just your hardwiring?" she asked, absently pushing her hair behind her ear. It seemed as if she'd already hopped back into the oily mindset, though. "Do you think they did it on purpose? I mean, hey must drink water, but if not from there, from where?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 8:35 pm
"Mrrr, hope not . . ." He saddened at the inevitable prospect, however; Mort was just not capable of regulating is own electricity, not without an appliance to help. And he wasn't going to be able to continue creating said invention while here, which more than likely spelled this gifted brain's doom in a matter of days. Still, he was determined to make it last as long as possible - stuttering and stammering like a buffoon, when your speech was already haphazardly cut, was not the way to look cool.
But as far as the oil . . . "Not sure. Don't have to drink, and lots look like could fit in undead dorms." The zomboil tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Is not at risk for life, then. 'Growth and decay', mrrrr . . . Maybe is not big riddle but just part of scenery?" he eventually suggested. "Like how have flowers and locusts, growth and pestilence. Oh! Forgot mention, flowers on this Horsemen grew backwards: like, er, like not blooming but going back to budding." Strange, how he hadn't seen that on anyone else here so far.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 8:41 pm
Taryn looked for a moment like she might not believe Mort, her brow furrowed and her neck dodging back... but she relaxed after a moment. Backward-growing flowers? There were so many questions she needed answered!
"Do they go back to seeds? If so... then what?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 8:45 pm
If Mort could answer her questions, he would. As it was, he was stuck mentally on such simple questions to strange occurrences and sat up, rubbing his neck. "Mrrr . . . Want to know. Feeling any better? If so, could - mrr, we could try to find a clansmen and ask."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 11:36 am
Malodore came in to the cavern, nodding politely at the other students gathered there. It was clearly on a mission, though, making a beeline for its bedroll - which was largely unused, other than for this precise purpose. It sat down and pulled out its phone, leaning against the cavern wall and typing out a message. Nio Love How are you, mia cara? I miss you terribly, even though this place is fascinating. I am both loathe and eager to leave - loathe because I feel I could learn so much here, and eager because I know our next destination is the same.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:07 pm
Malodore's phone lit up with a reply, and it quickly read it before typing out its own response. A few lazy fireflies drifted by overhead. Nio Love That is a perfectly acceptable state of affairs. Have you engaged in many battles, mia cara? Have you done well? I have discovered a few useful bits of knowledge that I may be able to use back home. I have also fallen out of two trees and temporarily been rendered several inches tall. I pray Professor Cadmus never gets any of these specimens in his greenhouse. ... It took several texts to send all that, but it managed.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:23 pm
It found itself counting the minutes until its phone lit up once more; a moth fluttered down, briefly distracted by the sudden strange light. Malodore brushed it away and answered: Nio Love As long as you are contented overall, I count the time well spent and the bruises well earned. Is your leg well? I trust they have excellent medical care in that Clan, given how often I assume they require such things. After a moment, it typed out a second text: Nio Love One thing I find most interesting is that they have human specimens here. Not whole ones, at least to my knowledge, but partial. I inquired briefly as to their method of preservation. It involves FEAR, that much I know, but the specifics would require more intense study...
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:45 pm
Malodore shifted positions, laying down this time, looking beyond its phone at the orbiting moths high above. It rather liked this cavern, and would be sorry to leave it... perhaps it could return later on? Ah, a text- Nio Love I do not know if I would be suited to War - should you live in such a place, you must promise to visit me often. Every day, for preference. Nio Love I have not seen any brains, alas. Bones, mainly, and extracts of the humors: blood, tears, bile. One Horseman had a rotting hand he used to feed his insects. Some of them seem to live in symbiosis with insects, did I Mention that?
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