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 Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 9:01 am
[we kind of need Kanth o tell us if it worked or not. i have a feeling it didn't but who knows -_-]
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 2:40 am
( Sorrryyyy ;___; I'm replying now~ )
A message using the blood from the recipient scrawled out a rather nasty message:
Forevermore, closed in war
It takes one of the same
No right is right, nor wrong be wrong
Let's have fun at this gruesome game
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 8:24 am
Jayoku read the message with a puzzeled frown. "FOrevermore, closed in war...it takes one of the same..." She pondered over the words. "Do..you think there might be someone else similar to Fable? Opposite and yet the same?" she asked Rune and Kiarna for their opinion. She remembered about a rumor of a man named the Pied Piper who was around in Hamlin a time before she had arrived.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 11:25 pm
Kiarna's mouth posed in a confused O. War...Fun...Gruesome...Game~nyu? It just didn't fit~nyu! No way~nyu!
She read it over again, carefully, brain thinking furiosly.
"Ne...I have a bad feeling about this~nyu. Why would such a game be 'gruesome'~nyu? Things that are gruesome..are..." She shuddered. "Not good~nyu. Definetely not good~nyu."
"And how could a 'game' be 'gruesome'~nyu?" Kiarna continued, half arguing with herself. "And WHO is writing this~nyu? And - " all the questions half-choked her, and she fell silent, eyes shimmering with wonder, worry, fear...
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:23 pm
Rune glowered at the message as though it were personally responsible for their current plight, still holding the box. "Games can be used as a euphamism for things like war, murder, fighting, death and politics." She commented absently. "In Illuzen, war sometimes gets called the Steel Game or the Blood Game. Or the Gruesome Game, come to that. Like calling politics 'dancing on razor wire.' You're not actually doing it, but it's a good compar-"
She cut herself off as she realized what she was saying, looking up with a slightly embarrassed expression. "Sorry - comes with the territory back home." She blushed slightly. "I talk too much." Then she paused, blinking at the message again. "Another box - another child like a Fable, to open a box like this one!" For some reason, this thought seemed to make her quite happy.
(*snicker* Rune thinks that one of the three kids Morgan used Fable magic to protect - Arthur, Alexander and Valentine - might be able to use one of the Fey artifacts she found earlier to get Fable out. Have no clue if it's right, but that's why she's happy.) xd
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 12:38 pm
( You pretty much have it on the mark, Rune. ;3 )
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 1:16 pm
(Kanth told me to go ahead and post, so... >3)
Io could tell she was about to lose the dragon. He was even faster than she'd anticipated, not to mention quite good at beating a hasty retreat. Her eyes narrowed, and she gripped the neck of her guitar tighter.
"Okay Ebony, looks like it's this shot or none at all..." She let go, and the guitar dissolved into a black swirl, surging over her left arm and reforming into a long, wicked, clawed arm. Brow furrowing in concentration, she lashed out at Tasius, both the claw and the tendrils that had been the guitar's strings reaching out to try and grab him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 1:23 pm
(*squees* Really? Yayness! *laughs*
Arthur: But you told us not to touch your box.
Rune: I know. But I need you to open the Fey dimension box now.
Alexander: But doesn't that mean we get in trouble?
Valentine: If it's a test, you'll punish us if we do it.
Rune: *facepalm* I'm beating the hell out of that idiot noble again the next time I see him.)
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 7:13 pm
Tasius roared, his voice heard even in the farthest depths.
Turning, his red-hot blood dropped onto the ground, deep scratches shown on his face and arm. The dragon reached up to wipe it off, growling as he advanced upon Io.
"That... was a mistake on your part."
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 7:27 pm
Io winced, crouching into a defensive position. She hadn't been able to fully control Ebony's fury again, and the claw had slashed into the dragon-boy instead of just grabbing him...
Well, this wasn't exactly what she'd planned.
"Mistake, on purpose, at least I got you to stop," she heard herself reply automatically. "Go ahead and try me, Mr. Pissypants. Even if you won't tell me how to release Fable, I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say it'll be sweet indeed to hand you a good a**-kicking."
Gah, what am I saying... stupid Io; you can't take him alone like this! The thought didn't show through in her voice, but the way she shifted backwards a bit and watched him closely was enough to tell that she was fully aware she was no match for a dragon.
Reaching around, she grasped for the scythe, taking it from her back and clasping it carefully in claw and hand. She could hold it easier using Ebony's lended strength, but it was still bloody heavy! At least she may be able to block an attack...
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 7:46 pm
"I would be able to make a box for you, as well, if you don't find your place in the lower circle," Tasius hissed, extending his claws and leaping up, bringing his deadly nails upon Io to wound, or possibly severely injure.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 8:12 pm
Aw, fudgemonkies.
She swung the scythe around to block, but wasn't quite fast enough... his claws cut through her shoulder, straight through Ebony and her own flesh in one sweep, drawing a short cry from her and a vibrating shriek from the guitar.
Ebony reverted and clattered to the ground, a deep scratch still visible on its finish. Io fell to her knees, clutching the wound and biting her lip.
The scythe started to fall, some of Io's blood dripping onto its handle and soaking into the wood... but then a pale, bandaged hand caught it, lifting it easily up.
He was covered by a dark, tattered cloak, the hood hiding his eyes, but the young boy pulled the great weapon close like a precious toy, giving Tasius a wary stare.
He lifted his other hand, in which he held a small bottle, a tag reading "drink me" dangling off it; then braced, sweeping the scythe out and between Io and Tasius, facing the dragon challengingly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 8:27 pm
Drawing back, Tasius glared for a moment, his lips twisting down in an unpleased expression.
"Another Fable... and just when I'd gotten rid of them." Hissing, he charged again, this time sweeping at the new Fable with renewed vigor.
"I'll take down all of you, even if it means staining your blood on my walls!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 8:56 pm
"Fable...?" Io shuffled out of the way, staring at the newcomer curiously. He'd come out of nowhere... and he was only a child, but he was standing up to Tasius, and something told her she didn't need to worry much...
Right now, she was quite content worrying about not losing too much blood, thank you very much. She wrapped her scarf about the wound shakily, starting to feel a bit dizzy.
The scythe had blocked the brunt of the attack in a flash, deflecting the dragon's claws as the boy, one-handed, flicked the cap off the bottle and shoved it into Tasius's mouth, which he had conveniently opened in order to yell at them.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 9:03 pm
Tasius drank almost greedily, only it was against his wishes -- soon, he began to grow smaller and smaller before he could fit inside the exact bottle he drank from, not being a happy dragon boy at all.
Soon, stepping from the shadows was a blood-spattered young girl, with long blonde hair and ribbons strewn about in it, and she reached into her pinafore, offering Io a treat of some sort, though it looked like meshed together herbs.
"Eat this. It will stop the blood."
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