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 Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 6:41 pm
((IF Y'ALL WANNA DO IT THAT IS)) You wake up in a strange and grimy cobblestone street, where women with bizarrely tiny waists and large posteriors are looking at you, horrified. Above you, a man in a very tall hat whizzes by on a strange brass contraption, and says "You aren't from one of the colonies, are you, old chap?" (Welcome to a STEAMPUNK NOVEL)Terrowin was simply reduced to standing on the side of the street, staring blankly at everything and everyone. Occasionally a hand would slowly lift up, as if to point at something, but then just fell back to his side from an overabundance of things to point at. His mouth would occasionally open, as if he were going to say something, and it would continue to open and close a few times, but no words came out. He knew that he was getting stares, and he could see the women (he at least assumed they were women, they were generally woman-shaped) whispering to one another from behind gloved hands, especially when he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard several loud bangs. The final straw was when someone finally approached him, a man on a thing. With a wild-eyed look he scrambled from the street, searching desperately for a place that was away from all of this... stuff. He finally found a mostly empty alleyway and ducked inside, rubbing his face with his hands. A small figure finally crawled out from his collar, tiny white hands patting him on his jaw.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 10:14 am
Loud and strange noises were what woke the young woman from what she could only assume was sleep. But as soon as her eyes opened, she knew something was wrong. Everything was wrong. This was not home or the hub. Where was she? Strange things that made the loud noises rushed by her causing her to scramble back in a rush off the grimy street. Finally standing out of the way, rather, what she assumed was out of the way, Rennati realized that there were strange looking beings looking at her. It hit her then, that SHE was the strange looking being. All the, were they women?, had tiny tiny waists and had horrified looks on their faces. And then some man comes up to her one one of the loud things and started speaking to her. "I-I-I" Was all she managed to get out as she started walking backwards which proved to be a bad idea as she started bumping in to people and things. Feeling a tug on her hair, she knew Velius had made his way to her shoulder. "There's something in that alleyway that smells like home! I-I think its another plague!" He whispered in her ear. Following her plagues instructions, she turned down a mostly empty alleyway which was at least better than the street. It was there that she did indeed see another who looked like he belonged in Panymium. "Hello?" She called out. Vel hid himself in her hair as usual.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 11:59 am
Quote: You wake up in a strange and grimy cobblestone street, where women with bizarrely tiny waists and large posteriors are looking at you, horrified. Above you, a man in a very tall hat whizzes by on a strange brass contraption, and says "You aren't from one of the colonies, are you, old chap?" (Welcome to a STEAMPUNK NOVEL)
Evan turned to look up at the mustachioed man who had stopped to tip his hat on his way to well, Evan didn't really know where the man was going. This city was strange, different from anywhere that he had seen in Melissa's books much less that he had been. Why were these women wearing such tightly bundled outfits with huge bottoms? Why were the skies filled with soot and the smell of coal? Everything befuddled the farm boy, moreso than his plague's own awakening. He didn't know what to call the young creature (a man, a child, a human, a plague?), but in the wake of so many events he would stick with "Circo." Circo was a strong, playful name that reflected the the weather vane's nature to spin as well as the fact that he was currently turning his head to soak in the new environment.
"Evan what is that strange thing he's riding? Do we have those in the platoon?" he inquired as he tried to outline the apparatus (known then as a unicycle) in the cobblestone.
"Of-of course not," Evan scoffed, "we don't need these wheeled contraptions. We march like men."
Truthfully he had no idea about these objects aside from the fact that they weren't possible in Panymium. But we aren't in Panymium anymore, he reflected. He needed to figure out where they were and how to survive if he was to get home and find Lander! It didn't matter if they were lost or alone, Evan would find a way out and get back to his post. If he didn't, Ainlsey would get pretty mad.
"Good point Evan. We'll march here too!" Circo stood upon his Grimm's should and pointed toward the nearest cafe. "Onward and outward!"
And thus began the story of how Evan and Circo Gabel would circle the entire block, lost and confused.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 2:10 pm
"Colonies?" a chipper voice replied, although the question had not been directed at him. "Ah, Darius, I have solved the issue of where we have landed. Clearly we have landed on some manner of 'colony.' Yes, I see it now. This is some manner of society different from our own. We have become explorers!"
The dagger plague stood proudly on his Grimm's shoulder, beaming brightly ahead of himself, a very picture of self-congratulation. He held none of the confusion that Darius did, for although the man's face was as ever set into a stony expression, there was alarm in his eyes. He moved to the side and stood soldier-still, his eyes trailing the strangely-dressed women and men, waiting for answers that were not forthcoming.
Sensing that his explanation was not as thorough as Darius may have liked it to have been, Cyril continued helpfully. "The place," he said pleasantly, "seems to be on fire."
"Plagues," Darius replied curtly, catching sight of a small, copper plague atop a man's shoulder, looking as faintly confused as he felt.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 4:13 pm
The patting on Terrowin's face grew more insistent, though he ignored it for the most part until he heard someone walk into the alley. He spun around on a heel to face whoever it was, the confused and vaguely panicked look still firmly in place. He seemed to relax marginally when the person turned out to look relatively normal though, and even more so when a tiny white finger pointed out the tiny figure on the woman's shoulder. Ah, so she had a Plague as well, hmm? He raised a feeble hand in greeting to the woman, trying to ignore the feeling of tiny feet scrabbling back and forth across his shoulders.
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