*AIM SNs have been edited to show Gaia SN
07/18/2009
GunSniper (12:35:54 PM): Zion found himself again in a pointless project of combining objects to create even more useless objects. But to a kid, they were more essential than anyone could realize. His project this time was a stick that could be used as a torch, without the fire. He sat on one of the top branches of a red wood working on his project. Combining fireflies, berries, and small twigs. His silver tail twitching with delight at the progress. It would glow purple! A good color. Ironically the same favorite as his unknown father. The more the sun sank into the landscape the more he could see that his project was going well. Occasionally he would hold it up to the dusk sky to check how bright it would be. Once satisfied he would continue to tinker.
Discordancy (12:49:05 PM): Heedless of tinkering toys or treeborne boys, Lysombre's rust flames danced across the raised roots of redwood trees. The coppery bark of the arbors matched him, somewhat - he liked them. The forest floor was so much different than sand beneath his feet. The onset of dusk meant little to the regal-looking Poltergeist; the mana about his hooves refusing to glow, giving in to slight wisps in shadows. Meandering about as he was, the near-invisibility suited him, and he might have remained out of sight forever - if not for the slight, simmering violet glow from the edge of his vision. Lysombre craned his head again, straining to catch sight of the random glow again. And after a moment, having done so, began his indeliberate dance straight up the redwood's side.
GunSniper (1:03:44 PM): "Hm?" Zion's ears twitched as he heard someone coming his way. He released a firefly, whom was nearly another ingredient, and looked down holding the stick in front of his face. First thing he noticed was the rust colored fire. Perhaps this was someone to play with? With a laugh he quickly flipped upside down on the branch, holding tight to it with his tail and legs. The “glow stick” was pinned to the tree by his tail. Just in case the new comer wanted to steal it. Some ghosts did that…
Discordancy (1:20:50 PM): His hooves hovered just above the bark as Lysombre climbed - well, less climbed than walked - up the tree. The light was moving, and it made him kind of suspicious. Particularly since he could see no means for it to move. Nevertheless, the ghost was fascinated. He went for the light with fervor, lifting overlarge hands that bathed in purple by its glow.
...Since when were lights furry?
"...The hell is this...?" Somber rumbled, tickling the furry mass with a finger.
GunSniper (1:28:49 PM): Zion moved the light with his tail and passed it to his hands so that the other Ghostling could not get his hands on it. Still he chose to dangle upside down however. Even though his watch dangled in front of his face and it was slightly annoying. But the thrill of being upside down was too much to correct it for now.
“This isn’t ‘hell’… This is Zion.” The little ghostling grinned as his looked down and up at the poltergeist. “And that’s my stick. You have to ask before you take it… But it’s not even done yet, so you can’t have it anyways.” He chuckled. This was the first poltergeist and the first other ghosting he had meet since ‘waking up’
Discordancy (1:37:18 PM): "Gh-!" Somber reared back a little, seeing both the furry thing that the purple glow move - had he really just tickled someone's tail? He frowned, staring hard at the shape of the other ghost. He wasn't too experienced with other ghostlings, either, knowing little more than the Sireni of his beach home. "I didn't want to take it - just wanted to see it. Didn't know there was anything out here but bugs and trees. Besides, I don't even like purple." His voice bordered on the defensive. He didn't... think he liked purple, anyway. But if he didn't, why else like the glow?
"And what's a Zion?"
GunSniper (1:46:42 PM): Zion looked back at his tail briefly. It swayed contently. The tingle was still there, but it really didn’t tickle in the annoying way. Why would he touch it or whatever he did to it? So he didn’t want the stick maybe? Maybe he wanted his tail!! That had to be it. By the looks of it, the other ghostling didn’t have one of his own. And he didn’t like Purple? What an odd fellow. Who couldn’t like purple, it was a good color.
“I’ma Zion.” Zion curled back up the branch and sat in front of the other. The glow stick firmly in his grasp. “look, you can’t have my tail either. But I can make you one if you really want. But-” He tapped his chin. “You have to say you like purple before I do that for you.”
Zion smiled up at the stranger and waited for a response.
Discordancy (2:09:26 PM): Somber opened his mouth, blinked, and closed it again - his own head tilted in thought. It was more the curiousity of the thing than anything... "Your name is Zion." He finally managed to translate. Obviously the Poltergeist was not as free-thinking as his new Fey acquaintance. "I'm Somber. And... you can make a tail?" Somber flicked aside a hank of dark hair, seemingly in deep thought; the hair, on the other hand, was nowhere near so heavy and drifted through the air, reduced to so much mist.
"How do you make a tail?" He would have to know that before he could tell whether or not he wanted one, right? He wondered if a tail on him would be furry, like it was on Zion. Would he like that? It had felt funny... Somber reached out again, hand barely corporeal, toward the tail of the other ghost.
GunSniper (2:19:08 PM): “Of course I can! I can make lots and lots of things!” Zion stretched his arms out to symbolize a large amount. The glow stick still in his right hand. It seemed brighter now that the sun was further gone. The runes on his horn begun to glow stronger with the same color of the stick. Like the stick, the glow was more noticeable when the sun went down.
“But… I can’t just -tell- you how to do that. It’s a secret. Besides , you didn’t say you liked purple.” His arms folded across his chest. .
Discordancy (2:32:40 PM): He poked the fuzzy edge of the tail again. "Hmmm..." The rapidly increasing gleam coming off of Zion wasn't actually that bad, he supposed... No furry tails, though. Interesting as they were, he would look ridiculous.
Somber slumped into a sitting position, his legs crossed in a manner that anyone fully tangible just could not have pulled off. The purple clashing with his rusty reds turned him a really weird shade of plum. "Why is it a secret?" Somber asked, hands flopping over his knees. "If I say I like purple, will you tell me?" He tilted his head for a moment. "'Course, if I say that, I'll have to know why I should like purple."
GunSniper (2:50:10 PM): Zion's tail twitched on contact with Sombre's finger. He wondered what that gesture meant. Of course there wasn't anything wrong with his tail was there? Maybe he was just jealous. The poor non tailed ghost. "Because it is. Secrets don't need a reason." Zion made the rule up on the spot. "hmmm." He twiddled with the glow stick a little. "You have to like purple because it is a good color. And everyone has to like good colors. That's a good reason to like purple." He thought about his undeniable logic and again about giving away his secrets. "So, I guess -IF- you liked purple you would be a good person soooooo... yeah."
Discordancy (12:49:05 PM): Heedless of tinkering toys or treeborne boys, Lysombre's rust flames danced across the raised roots of redwood trees. The coppery bark of the arbors matched him, somewhat - he liked them. The forest floor was so much different than sand beneath his feet. The onset of dusk meant little to the regal-looking Poltergeist; the mana about his hooves refusing to glow, giving in to slight wisps in shadows. Meandering about as he was, the near-invisibility suited him, and he might have remained out of sight forever - if not for the slight, simmering violet glow from the edge of his vision. Lysombre craned his head again, straining to catch sight of the random glow again. And after a moment, having done so, began his indeliberate dance straight up the redwood's side.
GunSniper (1:03:44 PM): "Hm?" Zion's ears twitched as he heard someone coming his way. He released a firefly, whom was nearly another ingredient, and looked down holding the stick in front of his face. First thing he noticed was the rust colored fire. Perhaps this was someone to play with? With a laugh he quickly flipped upside down on the branch, holding tight to it with his tail and legs. The “glow stick” was pinned to the tree by his tail. Just in case the new comer wanted to steal it. Some ghosts did that…
Discordancy (1:20:50 PM): His hooves hovered just above the bark as Lysombre climbed - well, less climbed than walked - up the tree. The light was moving, and it made him kind of suspicious. Particularly since he could see no means for it to move. Nevertheless, the ghost was fascinated. He went for the light with fervor, lifting overlarge hands that bathed in purple by its glow.
...Since when were lights furry?
"...The hell is this...?" Somber rumbled, tickling the furry mass with a finger.
GunSniper (1:28:49 PM): Zion moved the light with his tail and passed it to his hands so that the other Ghostling could not get his hands on it. Still he chose to dangle upside down however. Even though his watch dangled in front of his face and it was slightly annoying. But the thrill of being upside down was too much to correct it for now.
“This isn’t ‘hell’… This is Zion.” The little ghostling grinned as his looked down and up at the poltergeist. “And that’s my stick. You have to ask before you take it… But it’s not even done yet, so you can’t have it anyways.” He chuckled. This was the first poltergeist and the first other ghosting he had meet since ‘waking up’
Discordancy (1:37:18 PM): "Gh-!" Somber reared back a little, seeing both the furry thing that the purple glow move - had he really just tickled someone's tail? He frowned, staring hard at the shape of the other ghost. He wasn't too experienced with other ghostlings, either, knowing little more than the Sireni of his beach home. "I didn't want to take it - just wanted to see it. Didn't know there was anything out here but bugs and trees. Besides, I don't even like purple." His voice bordered on the defensive. He didn't... think he liked purple, anyway. But if he didn't, why else like the glow?
"And what's a Zion?"
GunSniper (1:46:42 PM): Zion looked back at his tail briefly. It swayed contently. The tingle was still there, but it really didn’t tickle in the annoying way. Why would he touch it or whatever he did to it? So he didn’t want the stick maybe? Maybe he wanted his tail!! That had to be it. By the looks of it, the other ghostling didn’t have one of his own. And he didn’t like Purple? What an odd fellow. Who couldn’t like purple, it was a good color.
“I’ma Zion.” Zion curled back up the branch and sat in front of the other. The glow stick firmly in his grasp. “look, you can’t have my tail either. But I can make you one if you really want. But-” He tapped his chin. “You have to say you like purple before I do that for you.”
Zion smiled up at the stranger and waited for a response.
Discordancy (2:09:26 PM): Somber opened his mouth, blinked, and closed it again - his own head tilted in thought. It was more the curiousity of the thing than anything... "Your name is Zion." He finally managed to translate. Obviously the Poltergeist was not as free-thinking as his new Fey acquaintance. "I'm Somber. And... you can make a tail?" Somber flicked aside a hank of dark hair, seemingly in deep thought; the hair, on the other hand, was nowhere near so heavy and drifted through the air, reduced to so much mist.
"How do you make a tail?" He would have to know that before he could tell whether or not he wanted one, right? He wondered if a tail on him would be furry, like it was on Zion. Would he like that? It had felt funny... Somber reached out again, hand barely corporeal, toward the tail of the other ghost.
GunSniper (2:19:08 PM): “Of course I can! I can make lots and lots of things!” Zion stretched his arms out to symbolize a large amount. The glow stick still in his right hand. It seemed brighter now that the sun was further gone. The runes on his horn begun to glow stronger with the same color of the stick. Like the stick, the glow was more noticeable when the sun went down.
“But… I can’t just -tell- you how to do that. It’s a secret. Besides , you didn’t say you liked purple.” His arms folded across his chest. .
Discordancy (2:32:40 PM): He poked the fuzzy edge of the tail again. "Hmmm..." The rapidly increasing gleam coming off of Zion wasn't actually that bad, he supposed... No furry tails, though. Interesting as they were, he would look ridiculous.
Somber slumped into a sitting position, his legs crossed in a manner that anyone fully tangible just could not have pulled off. The purple clashing with his rusty reds turned him a really weird shade of plum. "Why is it a secret?" Somber asked, hands flopping over his knees. "If I say I like purple, will you tell me?" He tilted his head for a moment. "'Course, if I say that, I'll have to know why I should like purple."
GunSniper (2:50:10 PM): Zion's tail twitched on contact with Sombre's finger. He wondered what that gesture meant. Of course there wasn't anything wrong with his tail was there? Maybe he was just jealous. The poor non tailed ghost. "Because it is. Secrets don't need a reason." Zion made the rule up on the spot. "hmmm." He twiddled with the glow stick a little. "You have to like purple because it is a good color. And everyone has to like good colors. That's a good reason to like purple." He thought about his undeniable logic and again about giving away his secrets. "So, I guess -IF- you liked purple you would be a good person soooooo... yeah."
