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 Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 5:38 am
“That might help with the bit already torn…as for getting them off, Link always used the Song of Healing on his Ocarina. Maybe we could find one and the song will get them to let go? Or maybe we have to DO something special…mmm..” Hard contemplation overtook her perception of the matter, before without long passed she was resolute that Link’s method must be somewhat accurate enough to have these things removed. Her attentions turned back to Romeo and she gestured towards the shelves. “Help me find an ocarina? It kinda looks like a shiny oval with a small mouthpiece..or..er…like a word bubble in a comic? It should have holes in the top.” And with that relayed she drifted away from the group, all in search of said object to set them free.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 2:01 am
[What ever happened, they had to look for a solution fast. Because the masks... they were starting to itch. Nothing painful, yet. but it itched in a way that old wounds itched, a scab that wasn't supposed to be touched but begged to be scratched at.
And it was getting worse.]
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 9:59 pm
Varain was going to rip the mask off soon if they couldn't find another way, damned be the consequences. Though he would hardly be thinking that if ripped his actual face off along with it...
Glowering, he glanced around - hoping that there would be some 'ocarina', as she had called it, laying there.
Not one anywhere he could see, but he was sulking more then anything else right now. Glancing at Romeo, he thought that he liked that idea - at least it was something they could do right that, and not have to wait for.
"Let's try it."
With himself as the first, of course. He was too antsy to get it off, to want anyone else to go first.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 10:06 am
Romeo nodded, and looked around for a bucket of water, or ice, or something of the sort.
Tybalt was too busy rubbing against the ground, trying hard to scratch the itch that was developing. He had a sudden idea.
"Hey! Maybe these masks are intelligent - We could just ask them nicely to come off of... us?"
He looked around, now feeling extremely silly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 6:42 am
“Doubt it. But….oh! I think I might’ve found something like an ocarina.” And indeed the girl had. Her fingers wrapped around a small, if not portly, instrument that had been callously thrown amongst the knickknacks that lined the shelves. She wasn’t entirely sure if this WAS an ocarina, but it never did hurt to try. Alice turned it this way and that, before finally deciding upon where she ought to blow; she placed her lips to it, and taking a deep breath she did just that. Hopefully, some effect might be had.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 7:25 am
[Ahaha! At least one power will be posted after the next round. Let's start speeding things up, guys.]
At the sound, a long note filled the room. It was the kind that could have come from a horn, a hunting call that seemed to spread like thick water over the inhabitants. It called people, things, and it's weight was so heavy and soon, it felt as if the room was going to shaddow. That their heads would collapse inside itself due to the pressure.
But it didn't. Instead, with a startling crack that one might associate with broken bones, their masks snapped, falling to the ground and leaving one feeling as if their face was very, very dry.
Because something was wrong with their faces.
As they would be able to tell on someone else, their skin was dry. No... it was worse then that. It was as if someone had aged flesh half a decade forewords on a mortal. Mottled, thing and sagging, it was a horror to behold.
Well, at least the masks were off.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 7:06 am
Romeo's face showed all the horror that the others couldn't see, except on others. His hands immediately went to his brother's face - him being the first of the fae's concerns - and he tried, WILLED, to make himself heal what the aging had caused. He hated this. HATED it. He was the only one who didn't look like he'd stuck his face in a time-machine!
"I dunno what to do!!" he cried out, and looked around frantically for some sort of solution to his brother's [and the rest's] problem.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 9:04 am
With a terrified shriek, Varian felt his face - and panic was the predominent expression. He wanted to fix his face - he couldn't care less about the others except that it was disgusting to look at.
Which would mean that his own face didn't only feel wretched, but looked wretched as well. This was a worst nightmare sort of situation for the boy.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 5:06 am
Alice was at quite a loss herself. What had she done?! That she wasn't quite sure of, but knew that certainly hadn't happened in the game. In desperation to fix what had happened, she searched her mind and memory for the healing notes of a game long ago. They might not help, but it was certainly worth a shot.
Ignoring the high discomfort that her new features caused, she placed her lips to the instrument once more and let out another few notes.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 5:24 am
Later maybe, the young fae would be able to put into order what seemed to happen at once. The floor shuddered, as if a huge weight was making it's way from across the room. It buckled, except it didn't quite break. And then, from the walls a large dragon seemed to fly through, a helmed fae riding on it's back. The dragon was small-- maybe twice the size of a horse, and the fae riding it covered in silver metal that seemed to glow.
They moved right across the room towards Alice, not stopping until he reached out and yanked the instrument out of her hands. Whatever the dragon and man touched, they seemed to pass through it like shadows, mists that didn't quite exist in this world.
At the same time, Varian's hands seemed to work magic. His skin seemed to melt- kind of. Taking the consistency of wax that would mold itself into whatever shape he needed. To beauty, or horrible grace, depending on how the boy was feeling. Soft, pliant material that would listen to his mind more than his hands.
The dragon and fae snarled at unison, one low and dangerous, the other more humane.
"Who triggered the masks?" he demanded, for by the voice it was definitely a he. He wasn't waiting for an answer though, seeing the effects with disgust. "Children?!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 5:45 am
Romeo shoved his twin behind him, and looked defiantly up at the dragon-rider, narrowing his eyes, and speaking before anyone else had a chance to.
"I did! I told them to put them on, and they agreed with me. So I'M the one that activated them."
He snorted a bit - defending his friends.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 9:35 am
"And do you know what you've activated?!" the voice of the fae was furious. Cold, it seemed to work as a backhanded slap, taking form and strength than vocals shouldn't be able to.
But maybe this was his power.
"You IDIOT!"
He roared.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 1:08 pm
His ears pinned back flat to his head, and he started to back up, his twin still behind him. A twin that was in shock, if nothing else. Hence the reason Tybalt wasn't speaking up for himself, or for Romeo. The cheetah-type fae hissed at the Knight, and narrowed his eyes. He was acting brave. Deep inside, he was as scared at Tybs.
"No, I don't know what I activated! Some woman just shoved us into a room! I don't know what the masks do, or did, or whatever, so you can just BACK OFF."
He snarled, showed his fangs. Good GODS he was asking for a beating, and he knew it. But as long as he kept the knight's attention - maybe the man would ignore the others and focus on him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 11:20 pm
Something happened, then. As if Romeo's words had triggered something, or his intent, Tybalt seemed to vanish. As did Alice. And Varian.
No. They didn't quite vanish, merely shadows seemed to lengthen and hide them. Unless you knew they were there, unless you knew where to look, they were invisible to the eye.
Was this Alice's doing? Tybalts? Romeos? It was too confusing, because the fae ont he dragon didn't notice.
"You will mind your elders, child." he hissed, his words a frontal slap on the cheeks.
And then, he seemed to notice that the children were gone.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 11:27 pm
Varian's reaction was something along the lines of shock, as he felt his face melt, and change...his horror at what had happened to it, his desire to be himself again - his 'beautiful' self - made his face meld back into what it had been beforehand.
Except, perhaps, slightly more beautiful. But nobody would notice that, hmm?
So understandably, he was a bit distracted when the fae and dragon entered the room. But as Romeo was slapped, his expression showed something of surprise. Why had the boy done that?
It seemed remarkably stupid. And brave, of course - but he wasn't one to consider bravery all that special.
Except when it kept him from getting slapped, anyway; so he did grudging decide he appreciated it. He was the one that had started the whole mess, after all.
So, he decided to intervene. Before the foolish boy got himself beat up anymore.
"Why don't you tell us what it activated, rather then just charging in and beating up children?"
A haughty tone, to be sure. But his eyes were scornful, as if he wasn't afraid of them at all. Which he wasn't - but that was more his own arrogance then any sort of bravery.
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