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Post by Ninmast on Nov 18, 2008 23:47:09 GMT -5
*Deflagros*
The Shadow Ranger scoffed - perhaps the closest to a laugh he ever came anymore. "I don't think I've heard anyone phrase it quite so well."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Nov 19, 2008 0:06:44 GMT -5
"I stood over a family crypt for three generations." The spider murmured, indirectly explaining her 'graveyard humor' in a characteristically dead tone.
The next statement, however, came out with some faint feeling. "Whatever brought you to that godforsaken house?"
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 19, 2008 0:11:15 GMT -5
"It had the teleporters to get here," he answered. "That redheaded ragamuffin has an alternate self that her old boss bit off more than he could chew with. He and his cronies came begging for help, and it sounded like a challenge that could entertain me for a while. Now, same question to you."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Nov 19, 2008 0:43:12 GMT -5
'The Husband was... built,' she hesitated, like it wasn't quite the right word, 'around my crypt. The weird they brought with them wormed into everything like maggots in a fouling corpse,' the spider spat. 'By the decay, I was given the gift of movement, though such that I could not use it until I, myself, was moved through the door.'
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 19, 2008 0:50:27 GMT -5
"So what made the house what it was also made you what you are?" he asked. "So what would have happened to us if we had gotten stuck in there?"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Nov 19, 2008 1:12:26 GMT -5
'The Wife would have scalped and eaten you, or else you'd become this or that appliance or piece of furniture.' She waved each of her legs in turn like she was stretching. 'What is your name?'
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 19, 2008 12:49:41 GMT -5
"Jeff," the Shadow Ranger answered. "And I don't digest well. What about you?"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Nov 19, 2008 18:51:08 GMT -5
The spider paused, like the answer had to be dug out of a tunnel full of webs.
'Angeni.'
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 19, 2008 19:30:15 GMT -5
There was a moment where he seemed to be considering something. "Did you just make that up now?"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Nov 19, 2008 23:39:12 GMT -5
'Well, I have no given name.' 'Angeni' stated, in way of explanation. 'Perhaps something more mundane?'
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 20, 2008 10:11:48 GMT -5
The Shadow Ranger shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. It just sounded like you had to come up with it, is all."
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Post by Kagetsuki on Mar 9, 2009 19:30:06 GMT -5
*Drawing Room*
Once more Viviette's blue eyes darted from the unsightly sphinx to the ghost painter, trying to find any, any connection between the two. As far as she could see, there were none. It confused her and caused some measure of distress; she very nearly stopped her renewed humming, and her hand, still frozen in midair while she debated on dropping the deadly icicles, trembled.
"I am sorry," Were her words, finally, hesitant and very obviously fearful, "But I do not think you look like her." A minute, almost nonexistent pause. "However, if she is truly your mother, c-could you stop her from killing me? I don't really w-want to die." Again, as her mind raced back to a comment the ghost teen had made a moment ago. "N-neither do I want to stain your canvas with too much red."
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Post by TrueBlue© on May 13, 2009 18:42:25 GMT -5
(I daresay this RP has been "going" for two years now.)
'I believe it's Native American,' the spider mused, falling silent as both the far and nearest walls split open, True walking out behind Jeff.
"Dude, this place is crazy. I didn't even leave this w—whoa, hi. S'cuse me."
Out of the other wall the 'others' had finally arrived, mostly. Lucubro was carrying his terribly slimy, but undigested teammate, babbling enthusiastically to Nala. "I thought it was really cool, how you convinced it to give birth like that. I'm gonna be scarred for life. Totally awesome. Do you wanna get some coffee sometime, after this is over?"
Impendo strode out after them, leading Davidson, who'd been outfitted with bangles that somehow shielded him from the environment. The Vilifin brought up the rear, chest expansively puffed. He was saying something in the Deflagron tongue, sending white-coated technicians running around again. One of them took Rush from the witch's arms and disappeared in a wall.
*Drawing Room*
The dead boy sighed. "No, I suppose not... Mother?" Called he. The sphinx's gaze finally wrenched away from Vivi. "She doesn't want to be eaten." The rotting bird-woman only stared. "I know, it's been so long, but perhaps someone else with come soon." Stare. "We've waited this long, haven't we? Come on, mother..."
The sphinx's shriek echoed around the beige hall, stirring the curtains and even the light shining in. Bowing her head, feathery, wild raven-black hair sweeping over her face, she waited to be released.
"Alright, Miss, you're safe now." The boy settled back on his little wooden stool, his neck still stretched painfully. "Would you like to see this one, too? I... I put you in a dress I saw once..."
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Post by Ninmast on May 14, 2009 5:19:56 GMT -5
*Deflagros*
"Coffee?" Nala asked. "Sure. I know a great place that you'd love."
"Oh, great," the Shadow Ranger muttered with false enthusiasm, "the Cavalry's arrived, we're saved! Too bad I've already done half your job for you." He motioned back to the armor piled on the floor that he had taken as a battle trophy.
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Post by Kagetsuki on Aug 27, 2009 20:21:35 GMT -5
*Drawing Room*
Vivi's eyes had stayed on the sphinx during the apparent exchange between her and her son, and she didn't lower her hand when the painter told her she was safe. She seemed unwilling, hesitant, remembering all-too-well the way the monster woman had ambushed Aspectus. Speaking of him, she needed to find one of those teleporter things soon. He'd been hit awfully hard.
"She'll listen to you? She's not going to attack me the moment I let her go?" The hand lowered now, slowly, the icicles following suit as they appeared to melt back into the ceiling. All that remained to hold the monster was the floor ice, even that beginning to subside as it crept slowly back into the floor. Vivi abruptly changed the tune of her humming, something more familiar, classical. She backed towards the ghost painter, caution and residue nervousness permeating every step. "I'll trust you. And I would very much like to see the painting. Just...I have to go soon. I'm actually rather lost, to be honest."
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