zandyne
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Post by zandyne on Aug 5, 2008 2:31:48 GMT -5
*Laundry Room*
Jack took a moment to look between the dead dinosaur limp in his now-clenching hand to the new limb fishing around the surface of the basket. He immediately shielded his eyes with his other hand as though the naked arm in the basket was a direct representation of a naked member of the opposite sex; it had a female voice coming from it after all.
The Skull King let out an irritated hiss at the lack of assumed blood or equal that was supposed to spurt from the toy's jaws. The hand he was puppeting continued to go through the motions of examining it and even checking the hollow mid-section of its body for any other tricks. 'Nothing,' He admitted lowly to himself and shifted his attention back to the new hand that sprouted from the mound.
From behind the protective ward of his hand, the exorcist attempted to explain himself, "My arm- uh body kind of just...acts on its own...sometimes." The awkward promptness seemed to crop up whenever he was dealing with females, specifically possibly naked ones, regardless of threats by toys or being attacked by maws of plastic.
'Children' the Skull King scoffed as he mulled over the flaws of the petty shyness that seemed to be that blossoming in his ward.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Aug 7, 2008 14:23:26 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"He says I'm being too obvious already. I can't think of a good, enigmatic way to say it." The girl twisted her lips into a scowl, absently gripping her seat, eyes roving the fog below. It was dissipating at an impossible rate.
Strange behavior. "Or when to say it, not like it matters." The girl continued, still in a body that wasn't hers. "When everyone's together, I think, I can start saying stuff, because when I do, you shouldn't believe me."
*Aden Turrido*
"Oh, right down to business, I see. I was telling the truth, but if you're so tired, you should take a nap." The stranger tilted his head.
As he did, like pulling a lever, their surroundings dropped like scenery painted on a curtain. The floor, too, was suddenly falling away, but Aden felt quite stationary, no rush of air to signify flying, no stomach-churning vertigo.
The next background rolled down, a small room with old mortar and stone walls and one pleasant window, through which the sun was shining from a bright blue sky. Behind him, a twin bed with a flowery comforter was sitting quite invitingly.
"Or, ah." The stranger turned his back to lean out the window. "Siesta. Ever been to Spain? Doesn't matter, I suppose. everyone loves a good nap. I love a good nap."
*Laundry Room*
When the hand realized its instrument was quite out of reach, it flattened out. A second hand of three socks emerged, weird fingers, and both revealed appendages gripped the edge of the basket to haul its full body out.
"Yeah, well? It's 'cause you're possessed!"
She was crowned with a purple and black striped scarf wrapped like a turban. Her face, if she had one, was hidden by navy blue tassels and beads and strings, like makeshift hair. He could see her ears, certainly made of flesh, long and black like a drow's, if Jack was familiar with elves. Her shoulders were a dark beach towel draping her outline like a cape, picturing an orangey sunset in some popular tourist destination. That was all he could see so far.
"Honestly, flingin' Holy Water grenades around like nothin'. It's pohz-uh-tiv-a-lee hypocritical."
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Post by Beanybag on Aug 7, 2008 23:48:59 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
"Daaamn," he said, plopping himself onto the bed.
"If this is how you plan to traumatize me beyond repair, by all means, keep it up! I feel educated already."
Aden spoke smugly, just barely holding back one of his psychotic smiles. He didn't really believe any of this was real, he was capable of almost the same thing himself. He kept his mind open, however, and wasn't about to complain if his doubts turned out to be false.
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Post by zandyne on Aug 8, 2008 3:55:35 GMT -5
*Laundry Room*
He dropped the toy to the tiled floor. Both statements deeply offended Jack, neither were true about him whatsoever. It didn't take a genius to know that he wasn't possessed by something, then again this...being for the most part appeared to be constructed out of clothing now that he really got a look at her.
Once more he pointed at her with an accusing finger, a somewhat wild expression on his face, "Ha! Like something like that would work you specter of cotton products!"
There was no way he could be possessed after all- he mentally grasped Sign. It was supposed to prevent any and all possession, that was the warding function it was supposed to serve. And an exorcist being a hypocrite for expelling the unnatural and malevolent forces? Unheard of.
The Skull King laughed upon deaf ears. Amused yet expecting that it would take a deity constructed out of dirty linens and other haphazard articles of clothing to point out that Jack's actions were indeed erratic. And perhaps the other factor that he utterly relished Jack being scolded, be it true or not in context was a matter that did not have much impact on how much joy it brought.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Aug 8, 2008 12:33:29 GMT -5
*Aden Turrido*
The stranger cast a glance over his shoulder at the reclining guest, crow's feet wrinkling his eyes as he grinned, but said nothing. It wasn't time yet. Wait.
'Why should I wait?'
Though the man'd said nothing, Aden could hear the thought as if he had. But he was turned away again, and it was nap time...
The stranger wiggled out of the window with impossible speed.
*Laundry Room*
"Whuh? Specter? I am an lawndree elf gawddess!" Huh. For an elf goddess, she was rather poorly spoken, but that went without saying. "Come ta judge yer good werks! And so far, yuh've just wrung a poor di-no-sores neck and blamed it on the twitches. I aint too impressed, hon."
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Post by Ninmast on Aug 11, 2008 14:21:16 GMT -5
*Seaplane*
"I reserve belief or disbelief until I have gathered enough facts to do so in confidence. Until such time, I remain, to the best of my ability, politely attentive."
They could see the base now and the radio crackled to life, requesting identification. Nayra reached down and tapped the device at her waist again, activating the hologram of Daniel once more, and it was with his voice that she answered the radio. "Hawkins on final approach. Mission complete. Request landing clearance."
"Roger, Hawkins," the radio answered. "Mission completion confirmed. Didn't even need a radar. We could see the fireworks from here. Nice work. Sea hangar 3 is cleared for entry."
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Post by zandyne on Aug 23, 2008 22:51:07 GMT -5
*Laundry Room*
Jack took no notice of the seemingly sharp decline or exaggeration in the self-proclaimed judger's speech, rather took each word for its pure phonetic meaning.
"I'm not trying to impress you!" He protested.
He should have questioned why something as simple as doing the laundry had turned into an ordeal, but personal image came before logic. Especially when his worth was being questioned by something clearly otherworldly, the unseen world had more connections than that of the world he participated in.
He ran a free-hand through his hair, face slightly reddening. From embarrassment or inability to really explain why he had just randomly attacked the dinosaur wasn't even clear to himself. He'd never pondered how he was able to do things without explanation much less considered the weight of his actions as an exorcist.
Jack's face contorted into one of discomfort and a jagged frown, "I don't need to impress you," he corrected quietly to no one in particular. Exorcists were only supposed to serve humans, right?
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