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 Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 12:51 am
. Roleplay Log . The SummoningLink: Here
Those Involved: Wylde, Anethae
Synopsis: Thae is checking out the shops nearby to make sure they are safe to bring Erich (despite Erich being home, alone...but napping!), and enters the Thuk shop. After a brief chat with Wylde...she receives a curious photo!
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 4:11 am
. Solo . Thae was sitting by herself at her computer, poking away at the internet. The cord had just been changed, so she had a day or two before the mice would chew through it again...it also probably helped a little bit that Erich was 'scaring away' all the mice he saw, which pretty much meant he'd chase them around. Hopefully that would be enough to deter the annoying little things for good.
Eventually the internet grew boring, and Thae reached over to grab her notebook, pulling it onto her lap. She opened up the most recent page, the one with the entry for 'Thuk'...and then she saw the foto. Humming, she tilted her head, lifting it up towards the light, tilting it this way and that to try and make the image suddenly become clearer.
Naturally, that didn't work...as far as she could tell, it was a useless, blurry picture from a strange exit door. Still, she just couldn't part with it, for whatever reason. Chewing on her bottom lip, Thae smoothed the foto back down on the page with 'THUK: 5/10' written on the top, holding it in place and reaching over to tape some tape off a nearby dispenser. Humming a strange tune to herself, she taped the foto in place as a memoire of Thuk and the crazy magic that rested within it's owner.
Soon the foto was taped in place, and she put her notebook back where it belonged, on top of her computer tower. Getting up, she wandered off to do some cleaning, the foto fleeing from her mind.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 4:18 am
Sometime in the evening the Foto began to react from within its place in the notebook, the image moving and sharpening and blurring once more though it was never seen. There was the sound of a door slamming shut and forlorn weeping before suddenly it fell into silence and a strange little girl popped out of the image she was once contained in. She sat perched on the notebook; her Foto was now as dark as her skin.
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