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 Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 1:10 pm
Maverick had been having quite the busy past few weeks. His hair was STILL pink, his fingernails still painted. And the bed, clothes, and all other sorts of baby implements were laid out to wait for the foretold newcomer. The necromancer Arrikanez was feeling even more sleepy this evening than he had the past couple. And that was saying something. He looked a little sick, to tell the truth. And felt that way. It was no surprise he had developed a fever earlier, and Dragon had sent him to bed with a nice hot grilled-cheese sandwich and soup dinner. Right now, he was feeling pretty lousy - but also pretty good. And very tired. He started counting, for some inane reason, pink sheep to get to sleep. As he counted, he pulled up the gray comforter over his shoulder, and tucked it against his neck. His eyes closed, and he snuggled deeper into he black pillows, his hair spread out in all its pink glory. It made him look a lot younger than he was. Especially with the blush of fever still spread across his cheeks. It wasn't very long, before the medication and the counting of technicolor sheep forced his mind to calm, and his heart to slow. Going limp, he had one last thought. A strange one at that. Dragon leaning over to kiss him goodnight. He was too drugged to know if it was real or not, as he slipped into dreamland, out cold.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 12:42 pm
As the man drifted off, his soul was pulled out of his body and forced to float above it. Well at least it couldn't feel feverish in this state?
Before him floated a strange door, made of a very strong silver. The gaudy ornament on the necromancer's throat seemed to also to have started to glow and float a bit, hinting he should go to the door.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 1:27 pm
This wasn't the first time Maverick had been in spirit-form. He looked around, feeling the tug of the soft light. Spotting the door, he floated over to it, and reached out to push open the silver door. He floated through, glancing left to right, right to left - hoping to figure out where on Juridia he was. Or... where on Earth he was? Or where on WHATEVER THE HELL planet he was...
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 1:33 pm
When he passed through the door he was brought into a completely silver prison cell. It was almost draining to enter, and a strange silver furred male with black hair lay on the floor. While his coloration seemed to highly suit the room and he looked merely asleep, whatever power had been in this cell had drained and killed him.
And the darn relic was pulling Maverick towards this guy, beckoning him to touch the body.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 1:36 pm
Maverick floated closer to the body, an inexplicable sadness overwhelming him. He sighed, and knelt, as best a spirit could kneel, reaching out to brush back one long strand of black hair. How could someone kill a creature so beautiful? Not human, surely, but beautiful nonetheless...
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 1:40 pm
As his hand laid on the body, the beautiful male started to glow as did the relic. It was a powerful bright glow that seemed to destroy the draining powers of the room as it caused the relic to shoot from Mav's neck to fly forward into the body. Soon as the now intangible relic entered the mass of light, it started to shrink and soon as it all stopped glowing a less beautiful creature lay there, though totally cute.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 2:14 pm
Maverick floated forward, grinned, and scooped the child up in his arms. He didn't know why he seemed to be a ghost, and he could pick UP the child. But he did. And curled it close in his arms. Him. Curled HIM close in his arms. Smiled.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 2:15 pm
And soon the door reopened and allowed them to pass through and return tot heir tangible forms. YAY FOUND A BABY!
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 2:31 pm
Mav returned to his own body - but woke briefly. He felt a child in his arms. A child that curled closer to him as the night expressed itself with a hoot of an owl. He wrapped his arms around the baby boy, and stroked back the tuft of black hair. Such a beautiful child... It was with that thought - and the thought that that child was HIS that finally crossed his mind before his eyes closed and his body drifted back off to sleep.
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