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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 11:42 pm
He had been tortured by a fanatical horror movie villain. His stomach felt as if it had been tied into a thousand knots, were such a thing possible, and the entire core of his brain pulsated with ache. He could not move laying there upon the ground; it almost felt dangerous to move. Rather, he remained, his face and nose kissing the hard ground as he inhaled and exhaled breaths.
Whatever had happened on the beach could not be described with words. One moment they had all been together, and the next there was nothing but fire and a feeling of falling. Or such had been the feeling for Javaid. There had been no initial crash, no thud against the floor, but he supposed he must have hit it somehow, somewhere.Unless he were dreaming. Yet he was certain he was not; there were no signs that he had been. He'd been wide-awake, he could feel everything. In a dream, surely he wouldn't have felt such warmth with the fire. Maybe he was wrong; but whether or not he was correct seemed irrelevent. He wasn't on that beach any longer, and he was more than confident he was not laying on the concrete back within his home city.
"Ugh." Javaid had finally mustered up the will to breathe a word. His scraggily arms had pressed against the ground as he pushed himself up, his eyes first setting upon an old-worldly town. He was jello; stationary and wobbly, enough so that he had simply given up and fallen down onto his back at the sheer sight of the town, his hands grasping his orange knap sack tightly. Someone had to be near-by.
At least he hoped someone were near by. Someone at least a pinch familiar who knew more about what had just happened than he could seem to remember.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 6:01 pm
Izzy opened her eyes, and her first impression of her surroundings was wondering what she was doing at a renaissance faire instead of the writing workshop. After a moment logic and memory kicked in, and she remembered the torches at the bonfire going out...and the dream.
Never before had she seen Lunel so clearly, and the feeling of her taking hold of her hand and speaking to her, it was so real, unlike any dream she had ever experienced before. Izzy looked down at her hand, and could still feel the woman's strong grip, her cold fingers.
Slowly she stood up, grabbing her bag as she rose, and dusted herself off a bit and looked around some more, feeling more out of place with each passing moment.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 7:45 pm
Javaid had rested a while longer on the ground. Whether or not he was dreaming, he couldn't say. He was apt to believe he was not. It had felt real, and the stiffness of his spine was unsettling. In a dream, pain wasn't sharp. At least not in his dreams.
With a staggering grunt, Javaid rolled up. His feet had planted on the ground as he nudged himself to stand, his eyes casting forward. He saw someone. Someone standing up, a bag of their own; someone from the workshop.
"Thank god." Javaid had murmured under his breath, tripping forward as he cracked his back. "Hey! Hey! Are you alright? You're not hurt are you?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 8:50 pm
Izzy spotted Javaid walking towards her and gave a small sigh of relief. At the very least she wasn't alone....but then again, didn't seeing him mean she wasn't having some tripped out dream?
She took a few steps towards him, giving a nervous smile.
"No, I'm fine...in a matter of speaking I guess. The last thing I remember was the torches at the bonfire going out, then I woke up here. What about you? Did you see anything else?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 7:54 pm
Javaid's expression had faded into a somber wince. Like a guilty child, his eyes were cast downward. His shoes scuffed the ground as he pulled his bag higher up his shoulder.
"I don't remember anything, really." The words had come upon a rushed sigh. "Just falling." His head tilted upward as he squinted at the sky. If they had fallen from that far up, wouldn't they be hurt? It seemed strange. Then again, the whole situation was strange, if not unnerving. It was a calmer rendition of a plane crash. No blood. No gore. No death.
Javaid paused, his body stiffening at once. The other members of the workshop. Where were they? His attention had snapped to Izzy within a second. "Have you seen anyone else?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:43 pm
Izzy shook her head, and glanced around a bit more, eyeing the people around here, hoping to pick out another familiar face.
"No, I haven't seen anyone I recognize, except you. I had a dream I was falling also."
She pondered the situation for a few moments, then began digging around in her bag, pulling out her battered cell phone a second later and flipped it open.
"Hmm... no service here. Weird, I had 4 bars when I called my mom this morning."
Izzy looked up ad Javaid.
"What about you? got your cell?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 9:26 pm
The mention of cell phones had struck Javaid as brilliant. Why hadn't it crossed his mind? One of his large hands had ruffled his puffy hair before he had thrust it into his pant pocket to dig out his phone. "O-of course. Can't go anywhere without one." He had stammered. He could feel his heart tha-thumping against his chest. He was afraid to even glance at the phone.
Yet he did. No bars. No service. No time. It was a blank screen with the exception of the wallpaper he had chosen for its backing, and the menu items. "Dammit." He had hissed, squeezing the phone and lifting it up as if he were angrily going to thrust it into the ground. He had stopped, inhaling a sharp breath before lowering his hand. He was scaring himself. That was all.
They were in the middle of nowhere. Maybe it was a joke. Ha, ha. They weren't in Kansas anymore? It had to be a joke. But how could it possibly function in such a manner? How would Baenare have constructed such an elaborate fantasy world?
"Nothing. Nothing on mine either."
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 1:40 am
Kenyon walked slowly up the small incline that lead towards the outskirts of town. It was a nice enough day as far as the centaur man was concerned and that meant it was an herb gathering day. While Kenyon a large and specialized garden at home that he used to supply his shop, there were certain plants that still refused to grow anywhere but in the wild. Retrieving them once every few weeks had become ritual for him over the years.
His warm brown eyed narrowed in curiosity as he examined the two strange looking humanoids not to far ahead of him. They were clearly foreigners from further up the continent though he couldn't quite place the specific area they belonged too. Regardless the centaur man gave them a friendly wave as he approached.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 2:39 pm
At a loss, she frowned and thought for a moment. With no brilliant ideas coming to mind, she looked back up at him, trying to think of what to do.
"So. Let's break it down. Neither of us remember anything between the bonfire and waking up here. We haven't seen anyone else we recognize. Our cell phones don't work. Aannd..."
Izzy trailed off as she noticed Kenyon waving at them. From her knowledge of fantasy creatures and the like, she immediately recognized him as a centaur.
"There's a centaur waving at us." She said, somewhat matter of factly, turning to look at him fully, mouth gaping open.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 3:44 pm
"What?"
Javaid appeared to be visibly caught off guard by the mention of centaurs. His jaw became slack, and his eyebrows had lifted as he turned his head to face the direction Izzy had turned. Sure enough, there was a centaur waving at them - trotting along the way to an approach.
He could not believe his eyes. Javaid's cell phone had fallen from his hand like a small stone, pegging the ground as he lifted his fist to rub the bottom of his cheek. "No way ..." The logic sectors of his brain were firing off one by one. Centaurs were fictitious creatures. They were objects of fantasy, just as magic was an object of fantasy.
His hands shook as he raised one, the limb shifting in a nervous wave to return the gesture from Kenyon; then he had pinched the bridge of his nose, the side of his arm - wincing occasionally, but nevertheless trying to vigorously prove the scene fake.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 9:42 am
An amused smile cross Kenyon's face at the looks he was getting from the two bipedal beings. They must have been from one of the sections of the Continent that was their kind only, probably came on one of the ships that passed through the docks regularly.
"Hello, are you lost?" It was easy enough to get back into town from where they were but perhaps they were looking for something in specific.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:35 pm
"Lost.... I guess you could say that..." Izzy answered softly, never taking her eyes off Kenyon.
"Uh...we're from...out of town." She looked over at Javaid, who appeared as shocked as she.
Izzy, though blessed with an active imagination, had always taken logical approaches to problem solving, always tried to take a step back and view the issue from all angles, but with this, she was entirely lost, and her normal easygoing expression was replaced with a frustrated frown.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 4:03 pm
Kenyon's approach warranted a cautious step backward; Javaid had looked up at the man, his face growing long. The sheer sound of a voice was enough. What skewed reality had befallen them - if it were indeed a reality? He was willing to believe he were comatose. Maybe he had been hit by a car on the way to the airport that day. Maybe he'd never truly made it to the workshop at all and was living in a fairy tale of Lewis Carol's mind blended with Narnia.
"If you want to call it lost. Where is this?" Javaid had managed to choke out the words, clearing his throat as he knelt down to pick up his tattered cell phone and the battery which had been dislodged when he had thrown it. "In general. Where is this? What is this place?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 11:57 am
Kenyon gave a soft sigh, yes at least one of these humans was from a secluded area, he could tell by the reaction to his approach. " You are in the town of two strikes." He flicked his tail at a buzzing emerald dragonfly before continuing. " Where are you trying to get to?" Was this a portal accident perhaps, it looked like the darker skinned of the pair had dropped some piece of technology, perhaps they were from another continent entirely and had ended up here by mistake. There were tales of such things happening from time to time.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 3:52 pm
"Okay. Talking mythical creature. Set that aside for just a sec. He seems friendly enough."
"We're not from around here...And not familiar with the area." She paused for a moment, and took a deep breath.
"Do you ah...have a map we could look at, or know where to find one?"
Izzy had a sudden urge to reach out and touch the centaur, just to make sure he was real, but her brain was too afraid to confirm the fact just yet.
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