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 Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 7:50 pm
Grateful that the creature hadn't asked for more, West stepped onto the boat, stumbling a bit as he took a seat. He'd been on that massive ship captained by Malcolm and Rage, a couple of yachts, even a fairly small sailboat in his time, but nothing this small or this shaky. He held onto their thread for as long as he could, but once they got going, it ran too deep to keep a grip on without toppling their vessel. He sincerely hoped they weren't ******** voyage was... weird, full of decrepit statues and rusty treasure, and he looked over at Levi, shooting her a disbelieving frown as they sailed on. Were these monuments to the other dumbasses who had dropped the thread? He supposed he'd soon find out. Unless they would never know the cruelty of their own fate? Maybe the pair of them were now forever cursed, doomed to sit in a boat with a less-than-talkative, underfed driver, taking a tour of Skank-a** Ruin Row, never realizing that they were—hey, there it was! West hopped out of the boat with a bit more grace than he had hopping into it, grabbing the thread up again as quickly as he could. His hand brushed his chest, then his face. He didn't feel cursed. There was something up ahead. The demon turned, nodding at the ferryman. "Thanks." Levi got a nod too as he gestured toward the jar. "Gonna go see what it is."
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 10:49 am
Oh, alrighty. He wasn't looking for anything specific, it seemed. Stepping into the boat with West, Levi stayed relatively still as the rickety boat cut through the blackened abyss below. Following the line of sight of a few eyeless onlookers, Levi's head turned upward. The ceiling was something to behold. It was as if there was another world hanging upside-down above them, movement and light just barely notable. What a curious place this was. Once they'd arrived at what seemed to be their destination, Levi's ears perked when the red thread reappeared, taking it up quickly with a hand as West did. Her tail too reconnected with West's to reestablish the safety line. What a relief. Her ease was short lived when the tatzel realized that the line disappeared again into a object; an out of place urn among riches she was adamant she'd never again see in her lifetime. It don't look like nothin' much. Think it's filled with anythin'? The first thing the ghoul would do upon stepping close enough to it was peer inside to check. Zoobey Please tell me there is peanut butter in there.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 11:57 pm
There was nothing inside the urn: it was absolutely empty. However, upon closer inspection, running along the edges of its surface was very fine text:
Fill me with what is most common
And you shall recieve what is most rare.
Around the two, everything shimmered: mounds of gold coins, weapons from swords to shields to spears, even armour made of pure gold. Rubies, diamonds, sapphires also lay scattered everywhere and a little beyond was the brink of the cavern, where the boat, the voyage home awaited, dark water lapping against the almost invisible shoreline. Considering that the thread ended right at the vase, this was most likely the artifact Medea sought. nekoluch Have fun investigating/ trying things!
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 12:51 pm
The boil leaned forward, squinting at the tiny words that circled the urn. "Most common..." Around here or everywhere? And what would happen if they got it wrong? West sighed. They wouldn't know unless they tried. Reluctantly, he let the thread slip from his grasp a second time as he approached one of the piles of treasure. This stuff wasn't common outside of this place, but it certainly seemed to be prevalent around here. Maybe this was the only environment the jar had ever... experienced. Maybe it thought all this stuff was a regular sight for everyone else too. Or maybe he was giving some bronze cup too much credit. He scooped up a handful of coins, using the folded up bottom of his shirt to cart a few more handfuls over to the urn. With as much care as he could manage, West filled it to the top with gold.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:02 am
The second the last piece of gold filled to the brin, the urn crackled, turning a deep grey, long gashes, spider-like cracks running along all it's sides until it seemed entirely too fragile to be picked up, especially with anything inside it. Another set of words shimmered under the riddle, barely legible.
Greed becomes dirt, dirt becomes nothingness.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 9:30 am
When West's hand left the thread, Levi's tail clung on tighter to the wrath demon's until he returned, trying to offer the urn what it asked for. Or at least what seemed like a good choice given what was all around them. I think it just called yew'a greed demon, boil. Either the urn wasn't all that smart or it was being very smart. The tatzel started at the cracks of the urn, considering what had just happened. Something sort of made sense about it. Ya know- come harvestin' time back home, y'gotta use a good thick piece'a wood fer making them barrels. If tha'thing couldn't hold in just'a bunch a'candy, well... wasn't much it could hold. The metal of the coins perhaps was more than it could bear. Needs somethin' lighter. Looking around, Levi doubted that swords or precious jewels would be anymore useful to them if this was the case. Maybe it don't mean common 'ere. Common fer us. She didn't have nearly enough candy corn in her pouch to fill that thing, and she'd hardly consider it common enough to all folk. Levi then stared at West for a moment working towards something on the tip of her tongue. Somethin' yew got that I got, West. Lighter than seeds. They came from very different places, but were both of Halloween. What did all of Halloween have that wasn't heavy to carry?Her mind was either on the brink of brilliance here, or about to explode with overuse.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 10:28 am
West winced slightly as the urn cracked. His hands jerked forward and hovered over the coins for a moment, then all in a rush he began picking them out again, one by one, as quickly and gently as he could. After he emerged from his panic, it still took him several seconds to get back on track. The urn had something new to say, something that sparked a thought deep in his brain, but while it worked its way to the surface, he turned his attention back to the ghoul. Levi was talking about barrels and greed demons and things that were light... that they both had...? Toes? Noses? FEAR? "FEAR?" he asked, shrugging slightly immediately following his outburst. "We both got it? I guess?" Even after all of their lessons and his experiences that pointed to the relative safety of such activities, the boil wasn't sure he wanted to just go sticking his FEAR everywhere.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 11:33 am
The ping! of the mental lightbulb in Levi went on then. FEAR! Yeah! Last time she'd put her FEAR into any object, it was for Professor Moira's field trip. Making that bug juice work with West's FEAR was... not very successful. The ghoul decided it might be best to try it this time on her own lest their attempt make the cracks worsen. It couldn't be a good sign if they broke the urn after coming all this way. Alrighty, I'got this. Taking in a deep breath, Levi leaned in over the urn, slightly rising by use of her tail so she wouldn't touch the crackling vessel in the process. Once her mouth was over the opening, the ghoul expelled more than what she'd just taken in from the breath. Over the course of her attempts through the years at bringing forward her FEAR, she'd found it easier to release it this way just as she would her poisonous breath, trying to release as much as she could until she received some form of a reaction /passed out.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 11:31 pm
At first the urn did nothing, still as the Fear passed through-
And then it moved slightly, just a bit as it-
CRACK-
-Split right through the center, clean in half. If it was any consolation however, at least it wasn't spewing any more wise phrases at anyone. There was a deathly sort of silence that passed. The ferryman was also making impatient tapping noises with his oar, as if ready to leave any second.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:02 am
He watched Levi deposit her FEAR into the urn, clutching the last coin he had removed from it in his palm. The boil hoped the gesture would at least give them some sort of indication as to what they should do next, what this thing they were looking for could be. If only... West drew in a sharp breath as the vessel cracked completely, dropping his coin and reaching out with the intent of bringing the two halves back together, but hesitating before he touched either. What were they supposed to do about that? He had a sneaking suspicion that if he laid a finger on the thing now, it would disintegrate into powder. The ferryman's tapping really wasn't helping him make sense of things. "If we... could gettit back t'gether somehow... y'think that common... nothingness... y'think it's air?" He drew his fists back to his sides, moving more slowly than he might have if they hadn't already broken something. "I dunno. How d'ya fill somethin' with air? Maybe we should jus' take it withus." He sighed, briefly glaring and growling at their ride. "Like you have a better idea?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 10:58 am
The ghoul just stared down at the mess she'd created, eyes wide with disbelief. Her grief about breaking the object they needed to secure their deal with Medea was immense. Stuck in this state of mind, she froze, the ferryman's urgency going unnoticed until West spoke. Yea. Sure... we'can try. Thoughts of the pieces of urn deteriorating under her touch filled Levi's thoughts as she bent to pick up one of the halves.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 11:50 pm
Considering that the string that directly lead them to the urn, there was a very good chance this was indeed the item Medea wanted. However, considering that their only ticket out was already making motions to pull away from docking point, it really only left the students with extremely limited choices.
Stay here and attempt to fix the mess at the cost of their ride home or take their exit back and deal with consequences later. Thankfully touching the urn didn't seem like it would shatter it into any more pieces.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 2:02 pm
"Fine. Fine." He grabbed the half of the urn Levi wasn't reaching for, touching her shoulder briefly to let her know it wasn't her he was mad at, it was their stupid, impatient chauffeur. Honestly, it was kind of hard to differentiate between targets when he got riled enough, but he wasn't quite there yet. Medea had said their debt would be half paid when they brought this thing back. What would they owe now? "I'm... I'll be in th' boat." He held the urn shard close to his body as he stomped back over to the vessel and climbed inside.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 2:33 pm
The ghoul took up the other half, muscles easing when West placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked towards the boney boater, nodding in agreement that the best course of action would be to get back onto the boat. Looking over the piece she held, Levi stepped back into their rickety transportation as well, still unable to make heads or tails out of the riddle. Whatever it was, dun reckon it'll fix this back ta'gether.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 12:00 am
The thread was gone now, though perhaps that was barely notable through how swift their voyage back was and the broken artifact in their hands.
As if stepping through a dream themselves, the second the boat hit the solid other side everything exhaled and faded away, leaving the two back at Medea's tent with their prize.
The Head Priestess's eyes were still closed. She smiled however, as always. "Have you come to pay for your debt in half?"
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