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 Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 5:17 pm
Oblivisci tempta quod didicisti.
Plague Doctor Meeting
Why?
A meeting between minds.
Whom?
Felicity Wickes & Claudia (?) (X Purple--Platypus X)
&
The Plague Doctor
Where?
A changing place.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 6:01 pm
What Felicity discovered when she stepped through the doorway was a room so full of a sense of calm and stillness that she wondered for a few moments whether she had died... But her heart still hammered like an insistent drum in her chest where she had sprinted away from the menacing mass of vegetation and her breath gasped noisily in the silence: affirming that as far as her dream existence was concerned she was still very much alive. Stepping hesitantly into the sanctuary she looked around - taking in the strange surroundings with fearful wide eyes.
It was a fairly large room, circular, about twenty meters in diameter. The walls were transparent. Felicity presumed they were made of glass, and if it hadn't been for a slight glimmer reflecting back off the walls and the lanterns mounted at intervals, she would have thought she was standing in the open. T through the walls and ceiling she could see the night sky - a massive expanse of black that swallowed up her whole field of vision... However, whereas the sky had been pitch black in the garden she had just been walking through, here thousands upon thousands of stars winked and glistened at Felicity from the heavens. Despite the strangeness of the entire situation the friendly celestial light of the heavens soothed her frenzied nerves. The panic that had been coursing through her blood only moments earlier was diffusing out of her and a calm, level-headed state was left behind.
In the centre of the room was a wrought iron table - it seemed beautifully made and with her heart slowing from a frenzied staccato to a normal pace Felicity stepped forward to investigate. Under each step that she took the floor seems to splinter a little bit, as though she were walking on incredibly thin sheets of glass... However despite her bare feet none of the splinters hurt her and she moved effortlessly to the table and traced her fingers over the delicate metalwork. Within the patterns she could see a recurring flower motif entwined with a crow motif... On the centre of the table was a large glass bell jar, inside of which was a bouquet of flowers. In fact the jar was so full of flowers that they pressed against the glass... Almost cramped and unable to seem all that pretty within the constraint of their container. Felicity's spindly fingers ran over the cool glass and she felt a desire to release the flowers and take away the glass... But the horror of her previous situation prevented her from doing so. There was something malignant about the flawless white roses...
Slightly mesmerised by her surroundings Felicity did not think to check if she was alone in the room. After all - this was her dream. She hadn't seen any other living human thus far and she wasn't expecting to see anyone either... She had weathered out the trauma and difficulties thrown at her by her vision thus far in solitude: even when she did have individuals crop up in her visions they were ethereal and distant from herself. Thus her heart leapt into her mouth when she looked up from the flower filled jar and saw another person across the table from her.
A yelp escaped her lips and hastily she backed away from the figure till she felt the solid wood of the door she had come through - not that she could trust it to provide an escape. If this person was a threat, the monstrous thorny mass on the other side of the door was no better.
"Wh-who are you?" The person's face was masked... Though not in quite the same way as the usual manner of an Obscuvian. Yet despite the alien mask and complete signifier of identity she still felt as though she recognised them somehow. Perhaps it was the smell... The same peculiar odour that had tainted the rose before Claudia had been born. Felicity shivered and rested her hand on the door handle.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 12:01 am
A big man, larger than life itself, yet as spindly as the wisp of thin Felicity's fingers, stood at the end of the room. He was, indeed, a strange man, and his mask's beak stood outstretched and full of pockets. The bitter fragrance of dried herbs and flowers poked out from every pore, and from every pore was flora gasping and stretching their vines for life.
Ancient, like a statue, and moving as sluggishly as the iron-wrought table might, the beaked man's robe-encompassed head tilted to the side, as curious and nonchalant as a bird. Blankness was the only response to Felicity's initial question, and he continued to calculate and scrutinize the mousy brunette woman.
His form seemed to shrink, visibly, until he was no longer a towering cloaked giant. Now he was but the height of a man, his spine no longer extending and curling to fit against the glass room's ceiling. He tilted his head to the other side.
"Who," he echoed, "Are you?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 8:46 am
Felicity's heart fluttered like a terrified bird in her mouth and choked out any reply that she wanted to make. This other person seemed to be constructed from the substance of nightmares: unknowable and alien to the core. His bizarre appearance inspired a fear that transcended her usual shakiness and nerves, instead she was deadly still as she stared wide eyed as he shrunk down to the size of a normal human. Somehow, like all dreams, he seemed to ooze familiarity despite the fact that he repulsed the woman dreamer. It felt as though he really was plucked from the darkest recesses of her own fragile mind.
With his voice still ringing in her ears Felicity opened her thin lips to issue a reply, however movement underneath her fingertips distracted her for a moment. Within the bell jar the flowers were moving. It was nothing more than a slight rustling, as though an invisible hand were rearranging them subtly, however it was another to catch the corner of her eye and snatch her attention for a few moments away from the somewhat spectral and intimidating masked figure. This slip in focus was only momentary however and she swiftly turned her gaze upwards again, half expecting the dark figure with his ever so white mask to have crept sinisterly forwards.
"I am F-Felicity Wickes," she answered, placing both hands firmly upon the smooth cool glass of the bell jar. Positioning the table in-between the figure and her body gave her a sense of confidence. It was probably a futile method of protection considering how only moments before the strange man had been brushing the ceiling of the glass room, but it allowed a waiver of defiance to sneak into her voice and stance. Her bare feet were planted firmly on the floor that splintered into a marvellous rainbow hue. "N-now t-tell me in Obscuvos' n-name wh-who are you?!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 4:45 pm
The masked man and his size seemed to pulsate with every echo that followed Felicity's voice. It was almost mercurial, the way his arms moved to sway the table barring him from that woman, that strange girl.
Yet, when his back hunched over as he leaned closer and closer to her, his body squeezing as closely as it could against the iron-wrought frame, his roughly patched robes glimmering against the splendor beneath their feet, his spine seemed to crack inwards like a willow tree. He reached his skeletal hands forward, its ligaments hovering over Felicity's face and masking it in darkness, and he studied her with those blank eyes of is.
It seemed that the passing silence was this stranger's answer to Felicity's question, but when the floor beneath them dinned and the lighting around them faded to a dull, but painted gray, the only constant being the table and that flower-filled bell jar, he spoke:
"Felicity Wickes, is it?" came a voice, clearer now and less hushed than before, "An Obscuvian. Of course. And me: someone lost. Someone at the precipice of your mind, trying to gain control--"
His familiar porcelain mask, beaked and ancient, cracked to reveal a pointed grin. Through sharp teeth, he asked: "Someone foreign.
"But you won't listen.
"Won't you?"
The world around them began to splinter away, and the droll, safe gray cracked away as the man's form lingered and extended again, until he was giant. His beaked mask, grinning yet, stared intently at the bell jar.
"Listen to me."
His body, snake-like, wavered away from Felicity, until his neck oozed forward and his masked face lunged forth, toward the bell jar, towards the woman. But there came a voice, quicker than the man, that seemed to whisper into Felicity's ear:
"Trust me."
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 2:58 pm
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