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 Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 2:43 pm
Tybalt immediately brought his own hands up in defense when the patchwork boil raised his weapon. Only lowering them again, when he was sure he wasn't going to get hit. He already had enough of that today. He didn't need for it to happen a third time.
Though now that he was certain he wasn't going to get hit, he took a good look at what Christof gestured at. "Calder..?" He started; tilting his head to get a better look at him.
He looked like hell.
"You okay..?" He asked; crouching down beside him, unsure of what had happened to put him in this state.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 2:43 pm
Overall he was just a touch confused. Scratch that, he was a lot confused. He'd arrived at the tail end of a fight, and now people in corn were screaming. Corn fields were classic places to go and gather FEAR. Not here probably, but elsewhere. But when the scream rang our, ear wings picked high in alarm. "Bwuh-?" It sounded familiar, but not quite. He Didn't..want to go into the stalks. Plus he was dirty enough. And that scream didn't sound good. No, no...he'd stay on the path thank you. But...
Jumping up, he tried to use his wings to see over the corn, but it only ended in a painful caw and he fell back to the ground. Nope not going to work. Moving on, he silently debated this whole event. People attack thim, screaming. This was Christmas again, just less colorful and a bit more...dangerous? Yeah. Very much so. No teachers, no amazing directions. He- Oh.
"Ohhh..." Corn. More of it. It was like he was supposed to go into the corn. But no. Scream or not, he wanted to play it safe. He was sticking to the path.
Even if he silently worried for the safety of his friends.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:30 pm
"What about him," Barth mumbled, not quite opening his eyes.
Whoever was doing all that initial crying had been very soothing. He only wished they were a little more drawn out and high-pitched. The current crying...he could definitely pinpoint the source.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:34 pm
Calder has been crawling at the ground, sobbing uncontrollably for a while as he finally gave up and curled inward, thinking that he had lost his best friend and just when they sort of left on a okay note. Not a great one, which tore him up inside. They were just starting to get things straight again when he was taken, so young in his undead life, by the ghost that Calder has been kind to. It was like assisting in his death, and now he was alone. How would he explain this to everyone? What would he do? He didn't even have a body to show that would let everyone cry over. Just gone.
By the time Christof appeared, Calder was doing quick, hyperventilating sobs, that would start like a dying engine of a car, a quick start up of short breaths, before he worked himself into another long wail. His throat was sore by this point and his eyes were bloodshot as he curled in, rocking back and forth and refusing to move.
Since Christof made little motion or sound, Calder has yet to hear him over his own crying. When Tybalt came over, the kelpie looked up with watery eyes, using the back of his sleeve to wipe his nose. "He's gone......the-the-the....ghost......came and .....and..." His eyes started to close as he thought of his poor, dead friend - may he rest in peace. By this point Barth was getting up, and Calder looked over at him, chin dripping from his massive tears. For a creature who spent a lot of time in water, a kelpie could sure put on the water works.
Thinking of trying to explain to Barth that the Igor was gone only made him want to curl in more.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:44 pm
The kelpie had only been out of his sight for a couple minutes. Now Christof was outright baffled, brows raised as he glanced to the others who had been drawn into the corn after the cries as though they would know something he didn't. Another unhelpful shrug, but it seemed whatever it had been was enough to finally wake his Master. Or perhaps his batteries were finally recharged? He shifted his bag on his shoulder before moving closer to see if maybe his friend had been hurt or possibly drugged. One never knew anymore... At least there had been no sign of any more horrible hooded creatures.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:51 pm
Gone? Barth opened one eye, to see Christof creeping closer, looking confused.
"Mmm," he said. "Going back to sleep, then."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:52 pm
Drugged? No. Calder has ingested no strange punch or eaten any odd mushrooms. He hadn't even tried eating any of the corn despite being tempted. Off his rocker? He didn't think so. In fact, he had been dead set on the fact he has SEEN what he had seen. It was seeing Christof walk over and look at him with a concerned expression that made him doubt his sanity.
He looked up at the Igor and his sobbing slowed down and he looked with a baffled expression at his - could it really be? - alive friend. Reaching up, he wiped at his eyes quickly, trying to clear them before blinking up. "You're....alive...?" He whispered, voice a little raw.
"But...but the ghost boil." He looked around as if he could pinpoint the little apparition in question. "The one that came.....he killed you....with..with the big knife! He cut you up!" He looked around, past the worried faces of Tybalt, Barth, and Christof for the candy-loving ghost. "He came and cut you all up...and left big black marks!" He looked back to Christof. "....how are you alive?!!" Confusion and relief were working through him, but he was too stunned to accept the fact his friend was just perfectly fine just yet.
WHAT WAS GOING ON HERE?!!!
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 9:24 pm
Just as Barth was starting to settle in again, Christof planted a well-placed, practiced awakening blow to his shoulder. If they were going to search the corn, it was better they were ALL on alert.
As Calder turned to him, the hunchback's baffled expression did not falter, the corners of his mouth twitching in a 'I have no idea what you're talking about' scowl. He pointed to his chest and then pointed to the corn behind them before turning back to the kelpie and shrug. He glanced to Tybalt anxiously, brows raised now in a pleading fashion. He didn't know what the Kelpie was talking about, did he? Was it the return of the purple Cruel-Aid??
Something wasn't right, obviously. He shook his head to Calder, reaching to give him an assuring pat on the back. As far as he knew, he wasn't any deader than he had been yesterday. He shifted to his feet, standing to try to peer between and above the stalks if it was possible, but even straining against his hunched back he was too short to see over the the sea of corn.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 9:30 pm
It was clear from the raised eyebrows that everyone thought he was nuts, but Calder KNEW he saw it. It had been real to him. He had seen it all as plain as gloomy day! Rising up, he shook his head, not wanting everyone to just move and think that he was having some lunatic episode or that he had completely went crazy out on this island in record time. No!
"NO! I saw it. I was right there and you walked over here." Calder pointed right to the spot he had been digging. "And then this little ghost boil came up. He was the one crying. He said that ....oh what was it?....that they promised him candy. He asked me for some, and I looked in Barth's jacket...." Calder walked over and leaned down, demonstrating his actions by digging his hand in Barth's coat. "...and found a cough drop right in his pocket. Then I gave it to the boy and he was happy. Then he made this HUUUGGGEEE knife and...and he cut you up!" He pointed to Christof. "You had these huge black marks on you and he licked it off his knife. Then you and the creepy kid were gone! I SAW IT! YOU WERE GONE!" Someone had to believe him. He saw it. IT HAPPENED!
He waited a moment. "I'm not crazy!"
That statement never helped anyone who said it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 9:48 pm
Barth flinched awake as he was smacked and then manhandled.
"I didn't come here to walk. What are you expecting to find, anyway? The fog's clear here, the hoods are...manageable."
At Calder's last desperate statement, he added.
"He was talking to himself. A bit. Earlier. No one responded, though. Err, weirder things have happened? We can go to the other side, I suppose, if all the corn is making you nervous. You never did answer that farm question I asked earlier."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 9:53 pm
Tybalt could only shake his head back at the patchwork boil. He had absolutely no idea what the kelpie was going on about. Had he hit his head or something? Or maybe it was something to do with the mist?
"Well... It looks like he's fine." He said, hoping that the other boil would calm down a little. He didn't want to think of him crazy, but the problem was was that there was absolutely no sign of any ghost, or any other cloaked figures for that matter. But maybe... after listening to the sloth demons words, he began to wonder if it was something to do with the fog.
"Maybe the fog makes you see things or something? You know, like hallucination?" He said; quickly adding, "Not saying that your crazy or anything!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 10:02 pm
Christof wasn't so sure... He didn't know many ghosts, but that much wasn't so uncommon... at least in Halloween... he supposed if those hooded figures with scythes really WERE reapers... it wouldn't be unfathomable for them to have ghostly minions?
He patted his leg a moment if only to try to get attention before tugging on an earlobe and pointing to the corn. They had heard voices- all of them seemed to have heard the cries at least- but judging by what Barth had said only Calder had seen the vision- but he hadn't been any deeper in the corn and fog than Christof had, and as far as he knew he was fine... Barth as well. He pointed to himself and to the settling Sloth, then shrugged to try to illustrate as much.
A farm? He supposed there might be people there or they could at least bunker in a barn for cover for the night... oh good, at least his Master was being useful during his short period of lucidity. He gave the Sloth a gentle shove into a more bracing position before stepping on his shoulders while grabbing a corn stalk, using him as a step stool to try to get a better view. If he could just spot a silo or something....
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 10:11 pm
Calder has no idea what was going on, and he gripped both ears, pulling them as he looked at the ground, eyes wide as he tried to sort it all, slowly shaking his head. "...but I saw it....and you were all cut up....and then went away...." It had been real, and if he wasn't seeing Christof right here, he wouldn't have believed anyone that he was alive. But here Christof was, looking find and probably thinking he was a few carrots short of a garden.
Maybe...maybe he was loosing it? He'd already had that episode with Riley. Maybe he was just so weak willed that he was just going nuts.
Worried about himself, Calder went quiet and nodded, but slowly moved towards Christof. "...it's not the corn. My parents grow things all the time. I don't even mind the fog.....it's like home........it's just.....it was so real. That little boil was. You guys heard him crying. Why didn't you see him?" He looked up, and frowning, he reached up and took a little corner of Christof's dangling scarf just to hold it, make sure it was real, and to not let go ever. He didn't pull on it, but seeing as Chrirstof was standing up higher, he couldn't hold his arm or his hand and the boil wasn't wearing a shirt. He wasn't leaving the Igor out of his sight again. He didn't want to loose him or see something like that ever again. He still felt shaken up.
"Can we leave here?" He asked, wanting to at least move away from this spot.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 10:19 pm
"Gkk!" Barth managed coherently. "Don't - heavy." In spite of Christof's prior steadying, Barth was slumping closer and closer to the ground.
"Any other kids wanting things from my pockets out there?" he asked in a strained voice.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 10:46 pm
His step-stool was wobbling, sinking lower but for a moment Christof could glance over the stalks... only to see more corn. There was a swell of a hill just ahead of them, though, if they could climb it and clear a few stalks out of the way they might get a better view, though... still the sob was at the edges of his hearing, but now it was more ominous than before. Calder was right, they should move on. He stepped off of Barth, but before he could get too comfortable, grabbed his arm to wrench him up to his feet, ready to drag him along if necessary. He wasn't about to leave him as a sitting duck.
That's not what Good Igors nor Friends did. He paused when there was tension on his make-shift bandage, quickly turning to spot the Kelpie looking.... pathetically scared. It was just corn, and no one had been hurt. They should be worrying more about hooded somethings coming than day dreams. Daymares? Even so, he couldn't be losing his head at a time like this- literally. He batted the kelpie's hand from the scarf with at least a sympathetic expression, before dragging Barth by the arm deeper into the corn.
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