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 Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 11:47 pm
( Private Quest RP Participants Maquinar Yanvir Pierre du Klausheim NO ONE ELSE MAY POST. domokun Or I'll sic ZDT on you. ) It had been a couple of days now since Quantel had appeared at Trio's, Feien gemstone in tow; more than enough time for Maq to become thoroughly fed up with her. So here he was, back at the shop again, staring at where the other gemstones had been. Of course, the rest were gone, save for one marked NFS, whoever that was. Glowering slightly, Maq tore himself away from that shelf and moved over to where the information was posted on the gemstones and all else Feien. At first he merely skimmed over everything, looking for the part where it emphasised that, once merged with a 'stone, a Feien couldn't breed, but his eyes were caught by the phrase "enhance their powers". Coming back to that, he beat his wings slowly, an idea forming in his mind. This Julius, through the portal, was out, as Maq had experienced more than his fill of portals in the last few months, but the other, Yanvir... Just through a tunnel? Cake...Dropping away from the postings, Maq flew towards the shelves near the office door, squinting in the shadows in an attempt to make out the entrance of the tunnel that was supposedly there. Finally, spotting what he assumed was it, he jackknived in the air and sped towards it, clearing its opening by a Feien hair and shooting down the length of the tunnel. When he felt the change in the walls around him, in that they were no longer there, he brought himself up short and landed. One hand resting idly on the hip where he had once worn a weapon, Maq peered about his surroundings with undisguised interest.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 11:57 pm
What he found was a closet full of toys. Shelves and shelves of toys. They littered the floor and lay in haphazard piles with no discernable rhyme or reason to the organizational scheme. There were plushies, tamagotchis, wind-up toys, miniature animals, a few different kinds of portable game systems (one of which was cranking out a thoroughly annoying, high-pitched digital tune), a CD player and portable speakers, dolls, transformers, little wooden puzzle games, board games, plastic food and utensils, play money and cash register, markers, crayons, pencils, and scraps of paper of all kinds, and in one corner, a large plastic doll house with working lights. The lights were on. The whole closet was lit from some invisible source, as if the walls themselves radiated a low level of light.
And then there were piles of candy, and wrappers, too. It was like viewing a gross half-eaten catalogue of all the candy in existence. Pieces of open chocolate and Skittles decorated the floor. Melted caramel cascaded down from one of the shelves. By some miracle this sweet disaster had not yet been located by any ants or other insects.
Through the tinny game music Maquinar was able to discern one other noise: a faint snoring, coming from the direction of the dollhouse.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 12:01 am
For some reason, Maq was suddenly reminded of the weirdo Tera had left all her other pets with right before they left. With a soft chuckle, he headed towards the snoring, figuring that it would either be this Yanvir guy, or someone who could tell him where Yanvir was.
As he approached the doll house, he lifted one hand to his mouth, fisted, and coughed into it, hoping that the noise alone would wake the sleeper, and that he wouldn't have to actually go in that house; who knew what else was in there?
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 12:08 am
There was no answer, save for more snoring. Whoever it was, they were clearly in quite a deep slumber, and not likely to naturally come out of it any time soon.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 12:13 am
Bloody ******** hell. Groaning inwardly, he bent down in order to get a better look at the interior. As if of a mind of their own, his feet drew him closer, actually stepping over the threshold of the doll house, taking him inside carefully. I swear, if I step in something gooey... Despite the possibility of what awaited him within, Maq found himself grinning slightly. No one could ever say that he wasn't up for something new.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 12:21 am
The inside of the house was much the same as the outside. Furniture, small toys, and candy wrappers lay scattered randomly across the floor. The house was two and a half stories tall and about three rooms deep, but Maquinar could only see into the first two from his current position. The snoring seemed to be coming from deeper inside the upstairs level.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 12:30 am
Continuing to make his way inside, Maq nudged the occasional wrapper out of the way with his foot, careful to keep an eye out for any low-hanging fixtures. It was damned weird to be in a house this small, the size lending yet another surreal aspect to this whole situation.
He started to look around for a way to get to the upper sections, where he could tell the snoring was coming from. Hopefully it was Yanvir that he was hunting; his mind was see-sawing between "Completley Awesome" and "Really ******** Creepy" rather annoyingly.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 1:02 am
There was a snort, a small cough, and the snoring resumed, quieter than before. It was easy to picture the sleeper as having just rolled over into a more comfortable position.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 9:34 pm
Oh, that sounded good. Reaching what he took to be the staircase to the next floor, he began to step up it. He wasn't thinking much about what he would say or how he would ask Yanvir for this power enhancing thing, confident as ever that the words would come when needed. Instead, he was wondering how big the guy would end up being.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 1:00 am
As he ascended the stairs the noise of the snoring grew louder until it threatened to overwhelm the senses. The stairwell only led to yet another mostly-destroyed room. Judging by the overturned furniture this had been some sort of a library. There were small wooden blocks painted up to look like books lying everywhere, a number of them piled in one corner next to a fallen bookshelf. In another corner was a humongous pile of rags that rose and fell with each snoring noise.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 5:00 pm
Bingo. Maq headed across the room, stepping over the book-blocks and aiming for as direct a route as he possibly could. He had already come to the conclusion that this must be Yanvir; what other creature could possibly live in such a wrecked state, other than the one that was supposed to? When he finally came to be standing beside the bundle on the floor, he stopped, gazing down at it, finally considering his next course of action. Reach down to shake Yanvir's shoulder? And the guy would wake up to find Maq bent over him. No go. Nudge him with an outstretched toe? Nah, because if Yanvir was as twitchy as Maq could get about getting woken up oddly, Maq would find himself flat on his a** when his ankle was grabbed and yanked. So what then? What could Maq possibly do to wake the guy--
Suddenly a broad, toothy grin found its way across his face.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 9:07 pm
A shriek erupted from beneath the rag pile, followed closely by a great deal of thrashing, and the rags suddenly seemed to collapse in on themselves and fall motionless.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 9:30 pm
The chuckle that had started in the back of his throat died before reaching his lips at the odd collapse. Maq, his brow furrowing slightly, nudged his foot forward to kick the rags aside, trying to see if what he thought just happened actually did.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 6:25 am
He had just enough time to notice the flicker of a shadow behind him as something small and very fast pounced him from behind, claws extended. Attempting to keep from being mauled, Maq twisted on his heel, one of his wings flaring up between him and his attacker. His assailant went crashing into Maquinar's makeshift shield wiht a shriek that could curdle milk, or at the very least the fluid or Maq's inner ear.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 11:02 am
was Maq's startled exclamation as whatever it was barrelled into him. While the attack wasn't that strong, the shrieking *was*, and Maq stumbled back a little, eardrums throbbing fit to split. Luckily, he managed to keep his footing, despite the rags that seemed to tangle about his ankles as he stepped into them.
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