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 Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 1:01 pm
Solo - unfinished Southern times Dream a Little Dream of Me
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 1:16 pm
Solo - complete Southern times The Saga Begins As daylight streamed in through Faylen's window, the mass of blankets the boy had cocooned himself in stirred lightly. A small head covered in sleep-tousled brown hair poked out, honey-brown eyes opening slowly. Fay stretched and yawned before pushing himself upright, scrubbing sleep from his eyes.
What a strange dream he had last night! There was a snake-lady and she had talked to him...something about greatness and some game. Recollections of it floated away into the morning like wisps of smoke, and the boy paid little attention to it. It was a nice dream, though somewhat strange. Fay swung his legs around and slipped out of bed, heading to the bathroom to get cleaned up and ready for the day. He didn't have school, but he did have plenty of chores to do. But with Mother at work and his sister at a friend's, he'd have no trouble getting everything done- it was far easier to get work done and less distracting when no one was about. If he was a good boy and worked quickly, he might even have time to study or read before Mother came home. As he moistened his toothbrush and coated the bristles with paste, he went through, making a mental list of how to approach things. He'd have to write them down once he was more awake and coherent. He'd hate to forget anything- Mother was most displeased when he forgot things.
Fay yawned and jammed the brush in his mouth, scrubbing at his teeth rhythmically. Once he'd finished, he moved to the linen shelf to fish out a washcloth. He scrubbed his face, feeling considerably more awake as the cool water washed over his skin. By the time he lowered the cloth, he felt alert and ready to start the day.
And, as it seemed, ready to notice certain new...additions to his face.
He folded the washcloth and set it down on the counter, leaning in closer to the mirror. He jabbed one of the opalescent patches on his face. It felt like...skin but not like the rest of the skin on his face. Did he get something on his face last night? He scraped it lightly with a fingernail. It felt like it was attached to him. No, that didn't make sense at all! He grabbed at washcloth and scrubbed at his skin again, this time with more fervor than his languid strokes before had held. Nothing. When he lowered the cloth, ti was still there. The next half hour consisted of the boy scratching, scraping, scrubbing and squeezing the new eruptions, trying to rid his face of them. Freckles were one thing, but scales? He was boy, not a lizard!
Despite his best efforts, his methods were ultimately fruitless, only leaving his face looking very red and harassed. No. No! They had to come off! Why weren't they coming off? Faylen could feel his heart starting to hammer in his chest. Oh, Mother would not like this! He couldn't let her see this rash. Bad boys got sick. Bad boys got rashes from doing bad things. He...he had been so good! Why him? He felt a cold spike of panic wedge itself into his chest, rapidly diffusing outwards. He was in so much trouble! He backed away from the sink shakily, staring at his panicked reflection. Oh god, his hair! He hadn't noticed the white tips right off! What else could go wrong? He...he could cut his hair but what of his face? He was so very, very screwed.
Run. He had to run. He had to get out of here and far away before she got home and saw him! Oh, oh, he'd get a thrashing for this foolishness if he didn't get away! Faylen booked it from the bathroom to his bedroom ungainfully, tearing through his dresser to find something suitable to wear. He grabbed the first pair of jeans he could when he opened his drawer, taking a few attempts to properly coordinate his trembling hands enough to tug them on. He pulled open his shirt drawer next, pawing through the clothing he had. His hands stopped when they unearthed his pink, button-up shirt he'd gotten some time ago. She always hated it. For a moment, there was a child-like fear of further evoking the woman's ire, but where he was going, she wouldn't be there. His fingers tightened on the shirt and he pulled it out, letting the clothing on top of it spill to the ground. He winced at he mess but...but it would serve her right! It would seem that penned-up anger was leaking out around the fear as well.
Fay pulled his shirt on and hurriedly buttoned it up. Socks followed and then the boy was out into the kitchen to pull on shoes. He looked to the gaudy cat clock on of Mother's friend had gotten them, noting the time. If he left now, if he left early...he could get plenty far away before she came home and noticed. He hesitated a moment as he put his hand to the knob. Mother might be angry but his sister....she's be hurt. He didn't want her to hurt. But...if she knew...she'd understand. She' know he couldn't stay. He had to run, run, run! He had to get out of here! His heart threatening to burst from his chest, Faylen turned the knob and spilled out into the hallway, heading for the stairs.
He didn't know where to go, all he knew is that he had to get away.
[Points: 1/1]
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 1:18 pm
Introduction - complete Southern times Title: Run, Rabbit, Run
Players: Faylen + Anubis
Description: In which Faylen encounters Anubis and joins the game
Points: 2/2
Link: [x]
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 1:24 pm
Encounter! - complete Southern times Title: To Nowhere
Players: Faylen + Quinn
Description: In which Faylen encounters Quinn- his first expirience with another (and older) Player
Points: 2/2
Link: [x]Encounter! - incomplete Southern times Title: And the Sky Burst Into Flames
Players: Group (Faylen + Vale, Tepin, Writ, Quinn)
Description: Fay happens upon a 4th of July party and decides to check it out. He meets a few more older players here and learns a little about goings-on.
Points: 1/3
Link: [x]Encounter! - complete Southern times Title: The Best Laid Plans...
Players: Faylen + Mercury
Description: Faylen is having some bully issues and Mr. Mercury helps resolve them.
Points: 2/2
Link: [x]Encounter! - complete Southern times Title: Role Models
Players: Faylen + Writ
Description: Fay gets turned around and winds up near a Blockade, which he and Mr. Writ trying to (unsuccessfully) bypass.
Points: 2/2
Link: [x]
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:16 pm
Solo Southern times New Meetings, Old Friends
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:20 pm
Solo - complete Southern times Training Session: Talk to the Animals He stood before the automatic door, head craned up to the sign.
A pet shop?
His goddess had guided him here in a considerably less cryptic way than usual. Not that Faylen minded, granted. It was nice to have some direction instead of trying to awkwardly struggle through things.'I thought we should begin sharpening some of your skills.'It was also a relief that his goddess was electing to give him hints or outright inform him of some of his powers. Even with limited domains, the possibilities were expansive and hard to pin down. But...he needed to figure out some powers and start practicing if he wanted to be of any use to his goddess as he progressed through the game. And he wanted to be of use! Ayida was very kind to him all the time, she had given him her blessing and was endlessly patient! He wouldn't let her down
He stepped inside, looking around. Ayida held off on her direction for a moment, letting the boy wander around wide-eyed, peering at the bunnies nd mice and ferrets.
Oh! What did you want for me to do? he finally asked, standing with his palm pressed to the glass of a gerbil's tank.
A warm, rolling chuckle, followed by directions. 'To the left...keep going, okay, right....ah, here we are!'Faylen paused. The reptile section. He was entirely unsurprised considering his goddess was essentially a sentient snake. he wandered down past skinks and anole until he found the snakes. He wasn't stupid- he understood what they were there for...well, sort of, anyways.
...now what?'Now you listen'Listen? Snakes don't say much, though. Well, except for you, anyways.
An outright laugh. 'Child, these are your brethern, your legion. Close your eyes and focus. Hear what they hear, feel what they feel. Don't expect a zen-like oneness right off, though. But try. reach out for them.'It sounded a little ridiculous (okay, a lot ridiculous) but then again, so did the thought of children blessed by gods fighting it out for the fate of the world. He was slowly getting used to hearing weird things. He took a deep breath and put both his palms on the tank, closing his eyes.
Snakes creeped him out. Even little garden snakes slipping across in front of him at the park made him yelp. They were eerie in a visceral way. He knew they weren't slimy but the dry, slippery feeling was just as gross. Just as creepy. He felt his breathing quicken and his focus become jumbled as his fingers quivered and twitched.'Don't let them bother you. They are behind glass. They will not attack you.'He took a few deep, shaky breaths. He had to do this. Had to get better. He couldn't let down his goddess! It would be okay...he was safe. There were worse things out there than snakes. He just had to focus again.
Listen. Feel. Reach.
Nothing.'Don't give up. Tune out the noise of the store.'He closed his eyes and tried hard to push his mind past the glass to the snake. He cracked open an eye. He squeezed it shut againa and after a few more failed attempts, he felt something. A flicker. He opened his eyes in shock. The snake hadn't moved from it's fake branch, though its head had swiveled in his direction, forked tongue flickering.
He closed his eyes and tried again, gentler this time (thinking too hard was making his head hurt). A vague flicker of feeling emerged from the depths again. Curiosity, mild irritation- though he couldn't tell why. he opened his eyes and stepped back. He...was that really the snake? Those feelings were distinctly not his but... could they be the- he paused, looking at the plaque under the cage- Red-Tailed boa's?'Try another.'He moved down to the Corn snake and tried again. Another flicker. Curiosity again and distrust. Wariness. The corn snake slipped into the fake vegetation for cover. It seemed she wasn't sure what was going on and didn't much care for this fandango. Faylen felt his breath hitch. He was...hearing snakes. He felt a little like Doctor Doolittle and he laughed a touch to himself. He knew he could create a bright flash of light (which he still needed to work on controlling and calling up outside of panic) but until today, he was unsure of what else was open to him.
He kept moving, snake after snake, revisiting other to see if he could glean more. His head was starting to ache after an hour or so of this, though. One more, he told himself. He rested his hands on cool glass and felt a jolt. It was like a bright flash of feeling, though it faded fast. He spread his fingers on the glass and tried to settle himself enough to listen. He could feel it come on again, almost hesitantly. Curiosity- the same wonder he'd felt from most of the cages- with an underlying current of irritation (cage was too small. Shedding would be coming soon), though it was all blanketed by a sort of dismissive nature (at least he was being fed well here). He felt more from this snake, though whether it was from practice or what he wasn't sure.'Read the sign.'He opened his eyes again. Ball Python. No wonder he felt more from it- that was Ayida's snake! He left a hand on the glass and smiled at the serpent, which seemed to regard him for only a few moments before losing interest.
Though he reached and tried to figure out how to 'hear' more, he felt like he'd hit a plateau. It was as though he was stuck at basic feelings and that anything more would be a steep uphill climb.'That is what practice is for. You did well, child.'Faylen felt woozy now and his head ached. Apparently, communing with the animals wasn't as easy as the movies made it. 'Their way of thinking is not like ours. The translations are garbled and there is often on real equivalent. Snakes do not think as we higher beings do. But with enough work, you'll be able to come close enough so that things like that are only minor inconveniences.'I won't let you down! I'll make sure I study and practice real hard!
He headed towards the front door of the stores, pausing and casting a glance over his shoulder toward the snakes. They still creeped him out. But regardless...he felt like he'd be spending a lot of time here.
[Points: 1/1]
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:22 pm
Encounter! - incomplete Southern times Title: Aftershocks
Players: Faylen + Quinn + Elissa [NPC]
Description: Faylen catches up with Quinn at home and an unexpected visitor drops in...
Points: 1/2
Link: [x]
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:34 pm
Solo Southern times Family Reunion
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:35 pm
Solo Southern times Paperboy!
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:36 pm
Solo Southern times Obsessions
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:38 pm
Solo Southern times They're going to WHAT the city!?
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:41 pm
Encounter! - incomplete Southern times To infinity...
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 6:46 pm
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