*to Merlin* From Boston, originally. From down the road just now. My assistant decided that taking the car for a joy ride was a good idea. I think one of his cats talked him into it.
Great! I'll consider you interrupted. Now, about Anna here...
*wide eyed, in awe of Merlin* You can make an independant spirit to put into an innatimate object? That's... that's the hippest thing I've ever heard! You've got to teach me! See, I'm still trapped with handeling the spirits that are pre-existing. See, I could take little Anna's spirit now, I think, but I couldn't have just given her one out of thin air. She's really not the spirit of anyone else? That's the best thing ever!
*to Helena* Don't insult it's voice! The fact that it can speak at all, being not of human orgin or spirit, gives it incredible... Well, it's just flat awesome, is what it is. *pats Anna's head* Yeah. Good doll.
*facepalms as Helena and Merlin flirt* Really, you two?
*proudly* It used to be a girl. It was a real girl at one point, Ma'am. But see, that's my skill. I give and take spirits. Through a very careful, and somewhat lengthy, process, I can render anything to a doll-like state. Works great on animals. I was thinking about being a taxidermist for a while, but see, it pays much better to make human dolls. *begins speaking quickly, nervous to impress them* I haven't had much luck with adults, yet, but I'm working on it. I just got back from Mexico, see, and that's when I tried it out on a full-grown woman. She died. It was a pity, but it's always an experiment and... um... process. I think I said that. But Lindsay here isn't really sentient... I mean, I think she's still aware of what's happening, but she doesn't have a spirit, and she can't move. You can pose her, though. She's got some wires in her. She's an old project, actually. I've been doing this for only a hundred years, so my old ones are a bit rough.
Oh, I don't mean to steal your Anna. She's a good doll, but I don't know if my clients would have a use for her. She's not, um... Well, not what the market wants right now.
I'll take your word for it. Messing with anything besides the our world can bet messy. Especially when you have Gods that don't speak your language screaming at you...
*observes the secene with nervousness and decides that it's an okay time to start talking when Anna has a pin in her eye*
Hey! Hey, what the hell, lady? This is a nice doll, and you treat it like some kind of Voodoo Steak Puppet? Get back here and apologize to it!
Hey. People. Excuse me? Excuse me? *shouts* I am trying to interrupt you people! God! Listen, I found your doll. She's sad, and lonely, and kind of beat up and not really useful. Someone threw her out a car, okay? I want to talk to whoever made her. You *sets Lindsay down and points at Merlin* are Will, right? Tell me how you take the spirit out of something and leave it its voice.
Also... Bummer about the catastrophe and all that hoopla, I think. And... where is Fey?
His name is Will? Okay. We'll go speak to Will.
Nope. Okay, sweets. Let's get this show on this show on the road. Well, maybe they're just dumb. I think it's pretty cool that you talk. I should work on talking dolls...
Right way? Great!
(commense long, long walking sequence, ending with the Dollmaker completely exhausted in the center of the town.) *gasping for breath* I should really work on getting in shape... I mean, Christ, I've had two hundred or so years... Ugh. I miss my car. Okay, Anna, tell me where to go now. Tell me where your store is.
((Sorry this was so short. It's like... a filler.))
Tell me the name of the man who stitched you. Poor doll. You don't deserve that. I'd have a fit if anyone threw my dolls out a window. Shame. Well, we'll just be sure that they don't scream to loud, yeah?
Wait... You're not supposed to be smart and talking? Weird. Wonder why. Well, if it was a mistake and you're talking on accident... That's actually pretty cool. I give him kudos.
*stares at her* That's... not from your mind, right? What did you just say?
*picks Anna up by the waist and throws her over his shoulder. Then grabs her tea-set and Lindsay in his other hand and sets off down the road in the direction that she pointed* This is the right way, right? Tell me if I'm going the right way.
Okay... And who is "he?" Your maker? How did you end up out here? No. Nevermind. Yes. We're going to go back there, okay? I don't know what's in your head, either.
*stares blankly for a minute, frusturated.* So... *shouts* tell me what direction the city is! God. Your maker sucks, you know that? Sorry about shouting... But really. I can't wait to talk to this guy. He just... is awful at what he does.
Good girl. Very good.
Yep, yep! Wait... Who's Hellie? Who's Morgana? What's going on in your little head, babe?
Yep. I'm great. I'm just great.
Good. I'll remember.
*sits down and sticks out his thumb* Hm...
*waiting continues. Several cars pass them. One of them throws food out the window at the Dollmaker. He dodges and swears violently. Finally, after a while of waiting, he gets up, grabs Anna's hands, and flips the box over*
Right. This is the address. What direction did you come from? Wait. Tell me what direction you came from. Tell me the direction of the store.
Oh, right. Sorry. *gets off her box, sheepishly* What? Oh! Oh, duh. You don't. Heh. Sorry. Well... stick out your hand.
Ahah! That's awesome! Great. Great news, babe. Let's see... *reads the address* Right. Okay, when we get picked up, we go here.
Um... Nope. No you don't have a cow. Great... I'm gonna have to change how I speak, aren't I?
Yes. Yes, remember that.
Yeah. What are you, a parrot? Don't answer.
Okay. Great! *sits down on the box and puts Lindsay on his lap* Do you know how to thumb a ride?
Yeah. Shipping directions. Like... where you came from. The adress of your maker. Return to sender...
Woah. Don't have a cow. Your tea stuff is fine...
Oh. If anyone actually picks us up, you're my wife. And this is our daugher. And he's mute. Remember, if anyone picks us up, you're my wife.
*somewhat annoyed* Yes, sweet-face. We got that. What are you? A parrot?
Bummer. Wait... What? Oh, come on! You don't know where the city is? Okay. Wait. Tell me which way the car was going. Then we'll just hitch-hike the opposite direction... At lest this has your name... You sure it doesn't have shipping directions?
Cute tea set... Too bad I don't drink the stuff. You make coffee?
Helpful? Hehehe.... Well, you can... Never-mind. Won't go there. You're someone else's doll. Hahah! Yes! Oh, that's wonderful. I don't make dolls like you. Maybe I should. At any rate...
Commands. I have to speak to you in commands, don't I? Well then.
Take me to your leader! Haha! No. Take me to the man that made you. Take me to your creator.
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Great! I'll consider you interrupted. Now, about Anna here...
*wide eyed, in awe of Merlin* You can make an independant spirit to put into an innatimate object? That's... that's the hippest thing I've ever heard! You've got to teach me! See, I'm still trapped with handeling the spirits that are pre-existing. See, I could take little Anna's spirit now, I think, but I couldn't have just given her one out of thin air. She's really not the spirit of anyone else? That's the best thing ever!
*to Helena* Don't insult it's voice! The fact that it can speak at all, being not of human orgin or spirit, gives it incredible... Well, it's just flat awesome, is what it is. *pats Anna's head* Yeah. Good doll.
*facepalms as Helena and Merlin flirt* Really, you two?
*proudly* It used to be a girl. It was a real girl at one point, Ma'am. But see, that's my skill. I give and take spirits. Through a very careful, and somewhat lengthy, process, I can render anything to a doll-like state. Works great on animals. I was thinking about being a taxidermist for a while, but see, it pays much better to make human dolls. *begins speaking quickly, nervous to impress them* I haven't had much luck with adults, yet, but I'm working on it. I just got back from Mexico, see, and that's when I tried it out on a full-grown woman. She died. It was a pity, but it's always an experiment and... um... process. I think I said that. But Lindsay here isn't really sentient... I mean, I think she's still aware of what's happening, but she doesn't have a spirit, and she can't move. You can pose her, though. She's got some wires in her. She's an old project, actually. I've been doing this for only a hundred years, so my old ones are a bit rough.
Oh, I don't mean to steal your Anna. She's a good doll, but I don't know if my clients would have a use for her. She's not, um... Well, not what the market wants right now.
I'll take your word for it. Messing with anything besides the our world can bet messy. Especially when you have Gods that don't speak your language screaming at you...
Hey! Hey, what the hell, lady? This is a nice doll, and you treat it like some kind of Voodoo Steak Puppet? Get back here and apologize to it!
Hey. People. Excuse me? Excuse me? *shouts* I am trying to interrupt you people! God! Listen, I found your doll. She's sad, and lonely, and kind of beat up and not really useful. Someone threw her out a car, okay? I want to talk to whoever made her. You *sets Lindsay down and points at Merlin* are Will, right? Tell me how you take the spirit out of something and leave it its voice.
Also... Bummer about the catastrophe and all that hoopla, I think. And... where is Fey?
Nope. Okay, sweets. Let's get this show on this show on the road. Well, maybe they're just dumb. I think it's pretty cool that you talk. I should work on talking dolls...
Right way? Great!
(commense long, long walking sequence, ending with the Dollmaker completely exhausted in the center of the town.) *gasping for breath* I should really work on getting in shape... I mean, Christ, I've had two hundred or so years... Ugh. I miss my car. Okay, Anna, tell me where to go now. Tell me where your store is.
((Sorry this was so short. It's like... a filler.))
Wait... You're not supposed to be smart and talking? Weird. Wonder why. Well, if it was a mistake and you're talking on accident... That's actually pretty cool. I give him kudos.
*stares at her* That's... not from your mind, right? What did you just say?
*picks Anna up by the waist and throws her over his shoulder. Then grabs her tea-set and Lindsay in his other hand and sets off down the road in the direction that she pointed* This is the right way, right? Tell me if I'm going the right way.
*stares blankly for a minute, frusturated.* So... *shouts* tell me what direction the city is! God. Your maker sucks, you know that? Sorry about shouting... But really. I can't wait to talk to this guy. He just... is awful at what he does.
Yep, yep! Wait... Who's Hellie? Who's Morgana? What's going on in your little head, babe?
Yep. I'm great. I'm just great.
Good. I'll remember.
*sits down and sticks out his thumb* Hm...
*waiting continues. Several cars pass them. One of them throws food out the window at the Dollmaker. He dodges and swears violently. Finally, after a while of waiting, he gets up, grabs Anna's hands, and flips the box over*
Right. This is the address. What direction did you come from? Wait. Tell me what direction you came from. Tell me the direction of the store.
Ahah! That's awesome! Great. Great news, babe. Let's see... *reads the address* Right. Okay, when we get picked up, we go here.
Um... Nope. No you don't have a cow. Great... I'm gonna have to change how I speak, aren't I?
Yes. Yes, remember that.
Okay. Great! *sits down on the box and puts Lindsay on his lap* Do you know how to thumb a ride?
Yeah. Shipping directions. Like... where you came from. The adress of your maker. Return to sender...
Woah. Don't have a cow. Your tea stuff is fine...
Oh. If anyone actually picks us up, you're my wife. And this is our daugher. And he's mute. Remember, if anyone picks us up, you're my wife.
Bummer. Wait... What? Oh, come on! You don't know where the city is? Okay. Wait. Tell me which way the car was going. Then we'll just hitch-hike the opposite direction... At lest this has your name... You sure it doesn't have shipping directions?
Cute tea set... Too bad I don't drink the stuff. You make coffee?
Commands. I have to speak to you in commands, don't I? Well then.
Take me to your leader! Haha! No. Take me to the man that made you. Take me to your creator.