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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 30, 2008 0:22:46 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"For this story. I don't usually get to be in them all up in your face, y'know?" She was grinning again. Apparently, being in a 'story' all up in your face was very exciting. "I'm thinking something enigmatic and big. Like Cecil. But I've already tested one and set it in motion for sure. And I think Darcy is a boy's name. Maybe Darlene. Darla. Carla... no, ew, not Carla. Mmm. Marcy. Mabelline. Maybe I'm born with it. Ahhhaha."
While the unspecific being next to Nayra rambled on, the ocean immediately below was becoming vaguely shrouded in fog that only grew thicker for miles ahead. That won't cause any trouble, will it?
The last sentence, the question, felt like a lightning bolt in the Talihin's head and certainly a violation of some kind. The girl beside her was still going on about names. Granted, that was no indication...
"Maybe, like, Balinda. Or Tabitha, the Fog Queen."
That probably was an indication.
*Laundry Room*
"HEY. NO. HEY!" The T-rex seemed genuinely wounded by the attack, though the beast suffered no damage besides a bleeding ego. "STOP IT! I'll bite you! Rarrr!"
Upon threatening the exorcist, the dinosaur acted, and whatever hand that guided it knocked its gaping maw into the flyswatter, "biting" it, though the otherwise bone-crushing jaw stayed open wide.
"YUM! I'm eating your weapon!" It exclaimed, persistent in whacking its face into the bludgeon.
*Aden Turrido*
"No, actually, first-" The stranger held up one finger, shifting his weight over to one foot and cocking his hip. Odd, he didn't look the type at all. His voice stayed gravelly, all the same. "First. Lackey Number Three. Not lucky. Lackey. Minion. Thug. Good buddy. You were speed-dialing the number three for help. Lackey Number Three. Get it? Now."
The man smiled white in the streetlight's glow, and held his arms out wide. "Shoot me. Maybe that'll answer your question, huh? Find some ID on me, right? Sure. Right here." He patted his chest over his heart before putting the hand back out, waiting, smiling.
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Post by Beanybag on Jul 30, 2008 1:10:33 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido* "Huh." A few things seemed to click into perspective for him, and his demeanor visibly changed.
Aden pulled out his phone, being very deliberate about it, and told the person on the other end, if they had even picked up, to not bother, and pushed the end button without waiting for a response. He put it back into his pocket.
"I didn't even know what number I had dialed anyway." That wasn't completely true, but he was only pretty sure he had pushed three. It didn't matter anyway. He didn't refer to his "lackey" as number three either, but again, it didn't matter.
He tucked the gun back behind his waste, he had no more use for it. He'd about composed himself again, and knew he had just about no leverage here. Or at least no any that he knew of.
"Alright, what do you want?"
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Post by zandyne on Jul 30, 2008 1:13:48 GMT -5
*Laundry Room*
At the seemingly gruesome prospect of his flyswatter being eaten, Jack retracted the object from the toy (oddly with much less effort than he expected). He stood hovering over the laundry basket as he examined it, the thought of retreating back to the safe area of the cabinet crossed his mind, but he held his ground.
Though cautious, his voice was fairly clear of the previous panic he had expressed, "No fair, that's cheating!"
He gave his makeshift weapon another look-over and found no traces of it really being eaten or harmed whatsoever. With that he tossed it aside like it was a piece of trash and knelt down to the T-Rex nestled in the basket.
Jack stared into its drawn-on eyes intently, and with a bold voice regarded it, "I don't know how to kill you right now, so can we just be friends?"
In the ether, the Skull King's hand squarely met his partly-masked face.
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 30, 2008 9:34:19 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
While it would likely be unpleasantly bumpy, the Talihin could land the seaplane by instrument if she had to, but she shook her head out at the intrusion as she glanced back toward the girl. "I apologize for interrupting," she said, speaking while the girl continued to ramble, "but I am coming to the conclusion that you are responsible for the odd weather, and I would appreciate it if you would leave it alone."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Jul 30, 2008 17:16:18 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"Kaylayla, Shambalala... What? That stuff?" The girl leaned forward and looked down. Now the fog was solid white, as if her attention had made it so. "Why would you think that? I didn't do anything. Per say."
She leaned sideways and pointed up at the gauges. "What do those do? Can you still see where you're going with them?"
*Laundry Room*
"Friends?! You hit me with a flyswatter like six times! Why would I be friends with you? What do you want with me?!"
The question was unfair, to be sure, seeing as it was the plaything that was trespassing in the laundry room, and that it was he who'd first threatened to bite Jack's face off.
*Aden Turrido*
The stranger's eyes flicked to Aden's hand as he replaced the gun. 'He wouldn't get it.'
"The straight answer? To educate you on matters your kind shouldn't be." He pointed at his head. "And indirectly, to traumatize you beyond repair. Kill you, if I can, but I'll settle for less."
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 31, 2008 9:38:00 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"See?" the girl asked. "No. Fly, yes. Whatever reason you have for trying to make my landing difficult, you have yet to do anything to make it impossible."
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Post by Beanybag on Jul 31, 2008 10:05:38 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido* "Hey, why don't I just save myself some trouble and blow my head off now?" Aden hand-motioned this action, putting his fingers up to his temple to demonstrate.
"Or would that ruin whatever kind of fun you're looking to have."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Aug 1, 2008 21:09:35 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
The girl scowled, not sure what to shatter. It was a little confounding. Sure, she could just explode all the glass in the plane, but that would be stupid. "I don't know anything about planes, I don't even know where the engine on this thing is. Which part's important?"
*Aden Turrido*
The stranger chuckled at the motion. Almost giggled. "It would! But I can always find someone else, and you, hah, you'd just be dead, I suppose. But go on, by all means! Show me what a big man you are!"
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Post by zandyne on Aug 3, 2008 2:35:09 GMT -5
*Laundry Room*
Jack shot what he'd thought was a dirty look to the toy, to the rest of the world however his expression was as if he'd been smacked upside the head by an invisible projectile. He pointed to the basket and stamped his bare foot against the tile, like the additional sound would make him sound more logical, "You should be grateful I even want to be friends with you after you'd somehow appeared in my laundry!" He pointed an accusing finger at the toy to emphasize how guilty and ashamed it should have been of itself.
"Besides," he continued as he folded his arms with purpose, "if I really wanted to, I could have just thrown you outside..." The threat had been empty from Jack's perspective of course, he never would have touched the thing, it had been wallowing in his dirty laundry after all.
Unfortunately for Jack though, the Skull King took the relaxed opening on Jack's part to launch an attack against the T-Rex sitting in the basket. -Namely one that ideally entailed grabbing the pompous thing and snapping its plastic chattering neck.
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Post by Ninmast on Aug 3, 2008 18:46:02 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"Must you know where the engine is?" Nayra asked inquisitively. "You do not know the weather fronts, and yet you moved them to create the fog. Can you not simply ..." The Talihin girl shook her head. "Do not answer that. Is there some other location to which you wish to travel?"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Aug 3, 2008 20:52:15 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"It's different." She insisted, like the Talihin should have known that. "But yeah, actually, and I can't decide how to bring you there. I don't even remember what I called it." She leaned back again to ponder this. "Maybe Shirley. A whole dimension named Shirley. I suppose I could just zap a portal into existence, but everybody does that." She paused. "Granted, everybody pulls the fog trick, too... What do you think? What would be coolest? It's this totally trippy psychedelic cloud world."
*Laundry Room*
The toy was snatched up abruptly, wrenched from the unseen hand-
And no wonder it had gone unseen, a second form writhing, whipping around beneath, a hand, yes, but composed of a blue t-shirt.
"Hey!" A more definitively feminine voice complained, the hand feeling about itself for the dinosaur.
The toy was dead in Jack's hands, and its neck bent quite easily, but it didn't seem to be tearing. At least it wasn't talking now, or moving of its own accord.
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Post by Ninmast on Aug 3, 2008 21:38:43 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"Um ..." the alien puzzled over the question for a bit. "I ... do not know if I can select a coolest option. You did not provide at least three choices. Is there any reason, though, that I cannot land and relay my report on my mission before we go? They will worry unduly if I vanish without reason."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Aug 3, 2008 21:58:43 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
The odd passenger laughed at Nayra's entirely practical grammatical observation, then said, "I don't mind."
She continued, though. "You're already way ahead of everyone else, anyway, but yours might want to get things rolling. I mean, story is supposed to be my job. I'd feel bad if I didn't put on a nice show. Pace is important and all."
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Post by Ninmast on Aug 3, 2008 22:12:56 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"My what?" she asked, confused, as she set her bearings for the base through the fog.
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Post by Beanybag on Aug 4, 2008 23:44:59 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
"Just tell me who you are and what you want, and don't be cryptic about it, I'm getting tired."
Aden despondantly rubbed his face, and realized that he was way past 'getting tired' and hadn't noticed in the excitement.
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