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Post by Midnight on Jul 12, 2005 11:08:17 GMT
*Midnight laughed aloud.*
I'm not so sure this is legal..but hey if I get to play I don't mind...though I don't think it's fair that I have to sniff Sky out and effect my poor nose and not even get the choice to take a tiny bite out of him...though thinking about it that's quite a scary thought...don't think my taste buds would ever recover..or forgive me.
*Midnight took a look round her Mothers room..again most things had been destroyed and only one box had been left alone apprantly but it looked fairly beaten up and had several scorch marks along it. The box had been placed in a walk in wardrobe her mother had. It was probably large enough to get four people in and looked all the larger for the few items it had, had in.*
*Lifting the box she passed it over to Coriolis.*
Oh well we better get this Ritual Hunt over with...It can't be that difficult..it's only Sly after all.
*Midnight started to head for the stairs, each one creaking as she stepped on it.*
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Post by Coriolis on Jul 26, 2005 18:32:27 GMT
*... and then, as it is said, the fun began...*
[Noticing the snowfall through a window.] Err, Rhiannon, what season are we in at the moment?
*Before he could get a reply, a more pressing issue makes itself felt. A single black tentacle whips it's way up the stairs and takes a neat little slice out of his sleeve. A telltale trickle of blood down the cloth indicates a deeper cut underneath.*
hnnngh! Godsdamnit! Other way Sister!
*He turns and makes a move for the window they both entered through as 4 formless, wispy shapes follow them back up the stairs with malice on their minds.*
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Post by Midnight on Jul 27, 2005 18:22:50 GMT
*Midnight quickly turned from the direction she was going in to the direction Coriolis was going..out the window. She felt a tentacle stroke her hair. It seeming to probe for skin this made her move all the faster.*
What the hell are they?!?
*She yelled as Coriolis reached the window. The things behind them making enough noise to wake the dead. Each stairs creaked as they walked up them..they may appear to be weightless but the creaking noises warned and told that maybe they weren't as light as they looked. She didn't want to wait to find out as she approached the window she indicated for Coriolis to go first and took the box he carried off him to allow him to do so.*
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Post by Coriolis on Jul 27, 2005 23:47:34 GMT
* Undiluted dis-belief crosses Coriolis face at his Sisters question...* What are they?!? Here, why don't you stay here and find out. Ye never know, they may have a sensitive side... Personally, I'M GETTING THE FRELLIN' HELL OUTTA HERE!*A muted muttering along the lines of 'Stupid bloody Panther' can be heard as the Watcher instinctively launches himself out of the window towards a nearby rooftop. Unfortunately, his instincts are at least a decade out of date and the rooftop he aims for has long since ceased to exist. Landing heavily in the open ground floor of what must have been a tavern or Inn many moons ago, He looks out onto the street and is greeted by the unenviable sight of several more shapes trying to climb the house walls and get to Midnight.* [90% long suffering sarcasm, 10% fear] ah Crap....... Not again...... *As his Sister had also noticed, these animals may be formless but they are NOT weightless. The entire house is now swaying like a tree in a heavy wind because of the combined weight and sudden movements of it's occupants...*
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Post by Midnight on Jul 28, 2005 11:07:25 GMT
*Midnight sighed at Coriolis's comment but soon went quiet as she saw the creatures quickly approaching the window. With a groan she looked around her the few coming up the stairs were nearly at the top, the house swaying in their breeze of distruction was unbalancing her feet. Lifting the box to the window she threw it out aiming for the creatures nearest to her but to her dismay it went right through them.....* What the hell??....Ok only one way out.... *Looking over to where coriolis was she saw him sitting on the ground looking quite stunned.....* OK 1...2.....3... *On the count of three Midnight took a dive for the open window and narrowly missed several tentacle trying to grab her.. Landing not too far from Coriolis she gasped...* First of all...If my calculations are right it should be the middle of summer. *The falling snow was quickly turning them into snow people.* and second of all....WHY THE HELL DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO BE THE DAMSEL IN DISTRESS! *The shout echoed through the land snow that had already settled on any tree's fell off but Midnight felt better for getting that slight annoyance of her chest..* I suggest we find Sly, do the Hunt and get the hell out of here..... *with a slight smile..* any chance we could leave Sly behind though?
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Post by Tom Troughton on Jul 28, 2005 12:20:48 GMT
*Midnight Heard a chuckle from behind her and Coriolis. It sounded familer to her. The a voice spoke which she DID reconise.* "Realy Miss Midnight. As much as he deserves it that wouldn't be a very charitable thing to do to old Sly." *Midnight's Hart missed a beat. Her sences told her yes but her head told her No. She turned around slowly still not beliveing what she had just heard.* [ModNote: Tom's previous thread is here.]
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Post by Midnight on Jul 28, 2005 20:05:23 GMT
*Midnight looked through the fast falling snow at the outline of what looked a hell of a lot like Tom..but it couldn't be..surely..he had died...he had written the letter she still had his recorder..somewhere.. She walked towards him slowly at first but the crashing of bricks and a suddenly dust filled sky stooped her. Looking over to her house she saw it turn to nothing more than rubble...the creatures seemed unhurt and started walking towards them....*
Umm explanations later...for now I think we should move.
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Post by Tom Troughton on Jul 28, 2005 20:30:44 GMT
*Tom looked at the creatures.*
"Oh bother."
"Spellcasting."
"B...L...I..Z..A..R..D"
*A Firce Snow storm erupted around the advancing creature.*
"I think you are right Midnight moveing would be the best idea, the snow should disorintat our wispy freinds there for long enough while we put a bit of ground between them and us."
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Post by Midnight on Aug 2, 2005 8:39:13 GMT
*Midnight disappeared into the blizard her black her had gone from black to grey and was now white, her clothes were white and the only thing really visable about her was her blue eyes and the blue gem round her neck. In her hands was the box she had thrown out of the window only moments earlier.*
I hate magically enhanced snow storms.
*She muttered under her breath. She was begining to wonder whether she had gone insane, had she banged her head when she landed? Had she finally lost all the snadwiches from the picnic basket that was her brain? Was Tom, Tom or another trick by Hakonatu? Too many ideas, thoughs and unsureities ran through her mind. She wasn't sure what was going on right now and she had a hunt to get on with. She wondered if Sly was alright.*
*With a couple of stamps of her feet to try keep some warmth in her feet she headed off North, away from the houses, away from the white rubble, away from the creatures that seemed momentarily stunned, she headed for the one place she may be able to feel safe and gain some answers. A cave not too far from the Monastery but far enough to be secluded and give the three snow people chance to thaw out and make some decisions. She wondered how Coriolis was handling all this.*
*The pair of them flown the gods knew how many miles from one planet to another and yet their case hadn't changed, they were still on the fun from something that wanted them dead and neither sure they could fufill the role they were born for. Midnight sighed and knew things would get worse before they got better she just hoped it wouldn't get much worse.*
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Post by Tom Troughton on Aug 2, 2005 12:07:47 GMT
*Tom kept pace with Midnight.*
"I know you don't trust me Midnight. You think I'm one of Hakanuto's Tricks."
"Well I ashure you I'm real. Or at least realish."
"I'm affirad it's a case of I'm here but..........."
*Tom sudernly moves one of his hands towrds Midnights face but instead on conecting with her face as she expected it passed right threw her.*
"But I'm not here. I'm an Astral projection of the real me."
*Tom gose slight red.*
"Who at the moment has got himself lost on the Lay Paths."
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Post by Coriolis on Aug 2, 2005 13:42:18 GMT
*Coriolis is using an old trick of his to keep himself sane:- 'Don't think too hard just do what you have to do'. For now, it's working. The trademark 'Wry grin' is making itself useful and the old cynic that Coriolis has become over the years is still in 'Gallows Humour' mode....* [To Tom] I think we all know THAT feeling. It get's to a point after a while where you're never lost. Your 'here', it's the rest of the Realm that's messed up! What do you want with us Alzan? Nobody crosses the void to find someone without SOME kind of a reason....
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Post by Tom Troughton on Aug 2, 2005 14:32:59 GMT
"Correct Coriolis." "After My last encounter with The Alzan Assasin I was left nere death on that trail in the Dunnfalls area. I wrote that note for Midnight to find that would explain my passing." "However My Former race in one of there rare moments of intervention with out provocation, transported me back to Alzanath and healed me to the best of there abilitys." *Looks sheepishly at Midnight.* "They errr ran into complications because of the bizzar structur of my DNA." "Well when they had me back on my feet again, it was back to buissness almost as userwal I'm affraid I'm still an exile but with certain perks it seems, I'm allowed limited movment in and around Alzanath in return for me preforming certain Diplomatic favors for the high council." "In other words boring ambasadoril and envoy work and what have you. All though now and then I did get some rather fun excursions to deal with some other relics of the Alzan Wars." "It was quite rewarding to bring to justice some of the escaped Alzan War Crimminals. However something changed quite recently." "Our old freind The Alzan Assasin again apperd on the scene or rather its energy traces were picked up. It was crossing the lay paths.." "To Arios. So they sent me after it. But I'm an Alzan not a Watcher I've long since lost the ability to traval and navigate The Lay paths. I rely on Dimension hopping, which is impossibal to do when it comes to Arios." "And I took a wrong turn and I'm now complelty off track. So I astral projected myself to warn yous of the approching danger and to arm you with a the meens with which to kill The Assasin once and for all."
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Post by Midnight on Aug 2, 2005 20:30:39 GMT
You know that it would be very, very nice if whenever you came to see me you brought GOOD news. Rather than the bad news that everyone seems to manage to pile on us.
...and whats wrong with your DNA? Too much altering? and where about in the Paths are you..and how can we help?
*Midnight was walking faster and faster as she spoke.*
...and why in the names of the GODS is it us that has to do this?!?! Why can't someone else try dealing with the saving the world plot....and another thing I'd like to know is why is everyone so obsessed in taking over the world?
*With that Midnight sighed loudly. and shook her head.*
and no I am not going nuts..not yet anyway......
*Under her breath.*
I don't think so anyway...
*Soon a medium sized hole appeared though it looked almost like a igloo in normal weather the cave would be dark brown and hard from it's time under the sun. Entering the cave Midnight walked to the far back of it. Laving the snow and unknown creatures behind. Shivering slightly.*
Any one got anything to make a fire with?
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Post by Tom Troughton on Aug 2, 2005 22:56:21 GMT
*Is taken aback by Midnights outpouring.*
"I am sorry Midnight, I can't controle the force of fate. Although belive me at times I wish I could."
"At the moment I am somewere near the relm that used to be inhabited by the Timaz tribe. Where that realm is in relation to Arios I'm not quite sure though."
"As for fire."
"SPELLCASTING."
"F...I...R..E."
*A Small fire appers on the floor of the cave.*
"Just remmember to dispell the spell when your done with it."
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Post by Coriolis on Aug 3, 2005 21:40:46 GMT
[Muttering] And when did a good, old fashioned, bucket of water stop being effective?
*In an uncharacteristic bout of chivalry, Coriolis removes his cloak and wraps it around Midnights shoulders to help stave off the cold. Then the ironically named 'Snow Tiger' takes his place in reality and huddles up by the fire. There wasn't much point in wasting it....*
Rhiannon, I suggest you do the same. You've got a furcoat that your not currently using...
* He lays his head down on his paws and starts talking, half to himself and only a quarter to the outside world...*
Okay..... unreality check.... We have:- a slingshotted fool with a catapult and a need for hunting, snow when it should be summer, a ley-walker with need for a map and a home that most definately isn't home anymore....
We need:- A next move, somewhere we CAN call home and a way to keep a black Panther hidden amongst white snow. Not forgetting to mention, of course, the multiple abominations out there that wish to remove us from our own skins...
*He pauses for a moment...*
Oh... and does anyone have those weird 'Codein' herbs that the market sages used to import? This is making my head hurt............
*Jaw hits Paws and a barely perceptible shiver crosses the Cats injured foreleg....*
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