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 Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 8:55 pm
Risika hit her palm against her forehead, forgetting intirely about that age.
" You're right. I was thinking more along the lines of Shakespeare, but I think I'd have to agree with you aswell."
Risika smiled and laughed once more about the idea of seeing any small children in ruffles. She loved to see kids dressed up in outfits that they'd kill their parents for if they had a mind to think against it. But she was also kind of weird when it can to outfits.
" I think that would be funny actually. But I do understand what you mean. If mine made me dress them up all preppy I think I'd have a heart attack." Mentioning her pair, the thought struck her to maybe let them out of her bag. It wasn't like Jan was going to snatch them and run off yelling ' Bwhahaha! Wrong move sucka!!'
With a silent, deep intake of breath, Risika's gloved hands slipped into her bag, fishing around for her own relic. Once she had hold of the cool stone, she pulled it out and cradled it between both of her hands, holding it out to Jan for her to see.
" I can't really tell too well what they will turn out to be, but I believe one if more along the lines of magical, while the other is really plain. I'm guessing Fantasy and Reality." She shrugged, showing that she wasn't too sure, but it was the closet guess she was going to get.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 10:09 pm
Leaning forward, Jan's eyes widened as she breathed in every detail of the relic - see, that was the real problem. She could be as sarcastic as she liked about this mess but really it fascinated her in the way deep down kind of way that you got when you were on the percipice looking down into fathomless possibilities. Reality indeed. Fantasy? "Like... psychosis?" she asked excitedly, "Schizophrenia and alternate perceptions of the world or genuine," pause, ponder, "Magic and the like?" she waggled her fingers for extra effect.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 4:24 am
Risika chuckled softly at the waggling fingers, clasping the relic in her lap.
" I truly have no idea yet. But I'm thinking fantasy, more along the lines of magic and the like. Like wizards,unircorns, dragons, you know." She pondered for a moment then voiced something that had been bothering her.
" Usualy I can sense magical powers, I mean it could be different for this since they are still in an inanimate state but, I dont sense anythign from this relic. Which just strikes me as odd you know?" She shrugged, for she was probably just over hoping that the fantasy one can make anyone's 'fancy' come true, or something to that extent.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 4:51 pm
((mrr... and so I join. Though feel free to play around me a bit if you need to, since I'm housesitting and only have net access at spazztastic hours for the next few days.))
The museum. Yes, this certainly appeared to be the place. Faewynd frowned a little bit at the stone she held in her hands. It had come to her very dismayed attention that when she held one half of the thing she got dizzy and...... weird. But holding the other half didn't appear to affect her at all and so, with a firm grasp on the "safe side" as it were, she had made her way here. To a museum. With two women sitting outside of it.
Fae's eyes widened, blinked, then blinked again in hope. They appeared to have rocks like hers. Thank the heavens... assuming these ladies knew what they were it would save her hours and hours of time. And time was a precious commodity when one had a small boy-child to raise. Time seemed to be constantly spent gluing china back together and rescuing precious first-edition books from being made into rafts for GI Joes.
Picking up her pace, Fae raised her arm, waving her rock at the two women and smiling in a friendly greeting as she approached them.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 5:17 pm
((Hoi sveet! It'll prolly just be easier if we maintain the post-order, tho' XD No worries, not like there's a deadline or anything =3=))
Sika could sense magic? Wow, now that was a talent worth having. It'd just be so useful! Because to Jan's experience, magic wasn't all fireballs and magic missiles, there were far more subtle and terrifying things to be dealt with - sometimes to the point where one wished something that had happened had indeed been caused by magic but was really just freakish chance. To be able to discern the difference instinctively though... that was something she envied.
That she couldn't sense anything from the relic was sort of odd though... "Well... let's look at it this way: the rocks are sort of like eggs, and the natural purpose of eggs is to hatch. Your magic sensory ability may be attuned to unnatural causes - super-natural and the like, so any unnatural qualities of the relic may be tuned out by its natural purpose. Or maybe it's not anything special yet and some impetus will make it hatch or--hey person!" Jan broke off immediately and waved her rock at the other rock. "HI!" she sang out, "WHAT'S YOURS LOOK LIKE?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 5:50 pm
(( holla sweet mama XDDDD and i agree about post order, its usualy easier to keep track of <3 but yes, do not worry about it XDD we gots plenty of time, we could even move this to another place over time, so that its not like they spent a week in one spot lol))
Risika ran her gloved fingers over her relic as Jan spoke. Yet again Jan was proving that there was more to her than the Dori illusion she had gotten before. And yet she was still slightly waiting for the moment , " Sorry who are you again?" to come.
She then heard the steps of another, and the sudden change of subject as Jan cut off to point her out. Risika smirked slightly then turned toward the newcomer. She too had a relic such as theirs, she was also waving it around just as Jan had been doing before. She frowned slightly, then screwed her face into a smile before the other woman caught it. Was it just her, or was everyone just tossing the relics around like bricks?
Fighting the urge to shove her relic back into her bag, Risika scooted closer to Jan, making room on the bench for the newcomer.
" Good afternoon," she called back, trying to keep her tone friendly. She really needed more friends.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 4:18 pm
A big smile broke out over Fae's face at the more or less friendly reception. Bouncing her way over to the women, she thrust her relic in their faces. "Here, see? I'll show you mine if you'll let me see yours... I didn't know there were so many of these rocks around."
Plunking herself down on the bench she smiled at Sika, blinking a couple times as if trying to figure out just who this lady was before shaking her head. It wasn't her business... there were more important things at the moment than nosing into stranger's personal lives.
"Hi" She said instead, deciding the proper thing to do would be to introduce herself before she kept rambling. "I'm Faewynd. This is my rock. Thing. Yeah." Blushing a little at her lack of verbage, Fae decided she may as well just shut up for the moment and let the others introduce themselves and their rocks.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 12:41 pm
"Jan!" she exclaimed, naming herself excitedly and reaching over Sika to thrust her rock at the newly identified Fae. "Think these things work as magnets too? I mean, hey - fancy us all meeting here for no apparent reason other than we're a little baffled about our new glorified paperweights!"
The grin spread across her face was enthused and almost intoxicated with the mystery of it all - she'd gone from being quite concerned about management of two strange, ethereal and possibly otherworldly (or of this world, just not typical of it) to a simultaneously relaxed and enraptured sort of bliss - she wasn't alone in this mess. Other people were around to make mistakes she could learn from and she wouldn't be stuck fumbling about through disaster all on her own.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 2:13 pm
Taking hold of Fae hand, Risika shook it gently. She sensed something from this one, telling her that she wasn't quite human, but who really was nowadays? " I'm Risika, but most call me Sika."
As Jan reached over her she sighed a little, but kept in her objection as she too put her relic in a more seeable spot upon her lap. As she did so she took a good look at FaeWynd's relic, it was as interesting as the last. She could not wait to see all of these thule once they were 'hatched'.
" Apparently there are lately," she answered. " But I will admit from the time I have been spending at at museum this is deffiantly the most relics I have seen at one time." She shrugged slightly, for to her it merely ment that there were to be more thule children she could poke at, er look at.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 7:55 pm
"Relics" Fae muttered, then smiled brightly. "Not a glorified paperweight after all. I was beginning to wonder, you know. Out of the blue this old friend drops by - for no good reason whatsoever and entirely uninvited - just to give me this thing." She laughed a little, running her fingers over the smooth stone. "Like he couldn't get rid of it fast enough. He acted like he thought it was cursed or something." Leaning over first one of her new companions, then the other, she inspected their relics carefully. "They're definitely not paperweights." She finally said decisively under her breath, almost as if she were talking to herself. Then, brightening up, she grinned at the two women. "So, I dont suppose either of you know what these are, then?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:42 pm
Hunh, so they were being distributed in other ways? Or possibly the relics themselves were scattered and found at random and really did act as some sort of supernatural magnet. Jan herself was used to picking up strange things on the job (including odd and sometimes embarassing diseases or strange tastes in fashion), but these rocks, these... "Aduthule," she said cheerily, arm still outstretched over Sika yet somehow maintaining her balance. "It's in a different language," she added helpfully.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:17 pm
Nodding, Risika agreed silently with Jan.
" Its Elvish or something. It means 'double soul.'" She sat back from Jan, keeping out of reach of the other girl's outstretched arm.
She thought back over what Fae had said before. She had gotten the relic from another being? This was news ot her, for she had figured that only the dread covered menace of a museum gaurdian gave them out. But for all she knew this 'Old Friend' of Fae's could have stolen it.
" Maybe he found out about what happens to the relic, and decided he/she wasn't the parental type?" She smiled softly, thinking that nothing worse than that could come from these relics.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:39 pm
"Aduthule" Fae repeated, chewing the word over in her mouth. She liked the way it tasted. Like gumbo flavored toffee. Or something French and creamy. Nodding, she added it to her list of weird vocabulary. "This half is fine, see." She said, indicating one half of the relic. "But when I hold this half I get these weird... ideas. Or sometimes I get a teensy bit dizzy." She shrugged. "It's probably psychoso-- parental type?" Fae inturrupted herself as the last bit of Risika's comment clarified itself in her head. "Parental as in kids? Oh god... I bet the b*****d stole the thing to drive me crazy." She looked at the other women in something close to cheesey theatrical despair. "Do you have any idea how many... things... around here just burst into children at the drop of a hat? This place is crazy." She shook her head and looked down at the Relic. "I have a son who used to be a candy cane, you know."
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 10:55 pm
With a huff of long-suffering Jan flopped back to her rightful place on the bench, no longer making fun-time with Sika's personal bubble. "Don't get me started," she whined, "You know what the worst part is? We get to take care of 'em at random - wait, candy cane? Like... really? Does he melt in the sun?"
Words pouring out of her mouth, tactless and stream-of-conscious, were ironically at odds with her actual stream-of-conscious which dictated once more the possibilities in the various peculiarities of the lovely little paperwe--roc--relics each woman now held so close. Something dizzy and something safe, something fancy and something real, something happy and something sad... wow hers came up short. Duality as proof of existence. Hunh. Black and white. So where was the grey in all this, anyway?
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 6:48 pm
Risika stared at Fae with an unbelieving look. A candy cane?
She couldn't believe it. She too had heard some strange happenings of children coming out of paint blobs and other inatimate objects, but food?
" Good thing you didn't get a candy craving before he was 'born.' But the fact of this happening isn;t really new, odd yes, but not new. So many people have powers that make my head spin sometimes."
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