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 Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 2:53 pm
Dariel watched Erica sketching on her pad. It was something to watch the figure start to form on her pad slowly from the blank nothingness that had once been there with only a few strokes. He drank a tad bit more of the juice and placed the glass on the table half full.
You could stab her with the pencil, or torture her with paper cuts or you could do both. Torture first then kill.
Dariel rolled his eyes and let out a slight sigh.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 3:17 pm
Erica noticed his silence, then the random sigh. "Goddess being a bugger still?" She wasn't english, but she did find the random insult worthy. A random goddess deserved a random insult. Or, at least that would have been her logic if she was thinking about it more.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 3:41 pm
"No more than usual. The usual kill this. You get used to it after a while though." Dariel looked up for a little bit and then returned his gaze to erica again, "I think I would feel lonely without her anyway."
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 3:50 pm
"I know the feeling." She whispered solemnly as she thought back to her older brother, who's consciousness now resided within her own. She shifted her position once more, and lifted the pad from her knees to show him. It was just a rough sketch, but it was accurately drawn of him. Shaded skin, and pale moon-lit hair. "What do you think so far?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:33 pm
Dariel stared at it for a few seconds before replying, "I think that's the first time someone has actually managed a picture of me." He cocked his head a bit and stared some more. "What possessed you to do that?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:53 pm
Uriel(yes, the baby) wanted to have a little fun. He also needed to streach his brain muscles. He manipulated the notepad, flipping a page to a blank one. He then manipluated a spare art-pencil, starting to sketch. It was turning into a people of some kind, sitting in a chair the looked, at the moment, to be made of orbs and ovals. But it was still rough.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 5:07 pm
Erica started to speak, before her body moved on its own, AGAIN. "Ah, on top of understanding how you feel about having your goddess, I have some sort of thing controlling my body. I'm starting to get used to it, but at the moment, I don't have control of my arms.." She said almost nonchalantly, with a slight whisper of worry in her voice.
"I have no idea if I'm going to lost control of my voice. I know it can, but I'm not sure if it will. It doesn't seem to like me." Erica tried to assure either Dariel or herself, she was unsure of which at thie point. As her unborn child unknowingly to her used her body for its own purposes.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 5:49 pm
"Sounds a bit like a nuisance if you ask me." Dariel turned his attention back to the bad in order to watch the shapes take form.
She should just kill it.
Dariel turned his eyes to the sky. "You do realize that means I should kill you as well."
Oh....
"Now just shut up before you say something else idiotic." Dariel turned his eyes back to the pad.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 6:13 pm
The baby continued to sketch. He concentrated on the people. He had long hair, and wasn't the most physically attractive thing in the world... but not full on freak show. Tall, lanky, long hair that looked ot be either covered in grease or blood. The people's hand was gripping one of the orbs tightly, where the arm of the chair ended, his other hand held aloft a fair sized text, all evil and dramatic looking.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 6:42 pm
Erica sighed "So apparently it can draw. I wonder what else it can do." She said, mostly just thinking out loud. She noticed the orbs that were stationed around the page. She questioned what they were, but this time, not out loud.
"So, how's the weather?" A weak attempt to not focus on the lack of control over her body, but an attempt none the less.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 7:30 pm
"Weather?" She had lost control of her body and she wanted to talk about the weather? Dariel couldn't make sense of it in his mind. "Um...Well...it is snowing outside and it is cold, but that would explain the snow now wouldn't it....Why do you have such a sudden interest in the weather?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 7:38 pm
She sweatdropped and gave a nervous smile as her body continued to draw. "Stereotypical subject change? This is about the third or fourth time this has happened, so I'm a little used to it. At least it isn't my big brother. I tend to end up in the line of bullets when he's playing dollie with my body." It was true, this kind of control tended to be easier on her body than the current controller's antics. Have to find a positive in everything, no?
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 7:59 pm
Dariel smirked a bit before saying, "Well then you are lucky this tie then huh. I don't use bullets." He chuckled a bit to himself more than anything else. It was still a little odd watching a person who had no control over their own body. It sadly made him feel better about the goddess agitating his mind.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 7:55 am
The sketch had progressed considerably. The orbs and oblongs turned out to be skulls of varying shapes and sizes. The one gripped in the humans' hand looked strangely, shockingly, familiar. Other figures had started to appear in the background and immediate foreground. Many of them seemed to be skinny, hollowed out, and stooped. Except one, who stood behind the chair, a grin plastered across it's face, one arm leaning against the chair, the other with it's arm wrapped around the waist of a female figure.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 9:36 am
Erica shuddered at what was forming on the paper. It was different watching someone use her body to draw what she would normally draw.
She chuckled nervously. "Yeah...heh heh...no bullets." Erica watched the female figure in the back, as well as the skull in the human's hand with eerie familiarity. A cold shiver ran down her spine the longer she watched. She still did not know who it was, but nevertheless, it was something worth fear.
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