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Post by Tom Troughton on Jan 30, 2004 2:22:10 GMT
*Tom holds on to Ursula as she runs through the forrest.*
"Besides." He says in an off handed mannor. "I'm not human."
" Drat. Were has that child got to?"
*The Voice starts againe.*
"You are in enough trouble. Do not make it worse."
*Tom say harshly and angreliy under his breath, But Ursula can hear it due to him being on her back.*
"I thought I told you lot to push off."
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Post by Ursula on Jan 30, 2004 2:35:07 GMT
*Continuing to follow Tzigane's trail, Ursula often goes across terrain most horses would balk at, jumping potholes and clefts in the ground and using her claws to climb steep inclines. It's certainly not an enjoyable ride*
*she stops as she hears Tom's voice, and looks round and up curiously with a questioning growl*
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Post by Tom Troughton on Jan 30, 2004 2:38:04 GMT
*Tom realises he was heard.*
"Ooops. I do apolagise Ursula. I was not adressing you."
"Nor was I adressing anyone in this vercinity."
"My race seems to have made a metal link with me, I was mearly trying to break it."
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Post by Ursula on Jan 30, 2004 2:56:19 GMT
*With a nod of her head, Ursula continues on her way, not wanting to intrude on something that's none of her business, and not really understanding the concept of a mental link anyway*
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Post by Tom Troughton on Jan 30, 2004 3:07:07 GMT
*Tom is driven to distraction by the voices in his head.*
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP."
"Theres only one thing for it. I'm sorry Ursula this may cause a bit of a fuss in the spirtiual atmosper for a few seconds."
*Tom says claerly.*
"M....E...N...T...A...L. B.....L....A...C...K...O...U..T.
*For a minuet the air seems to crakle with electricity and a few sparks apper The voices are heard by both Tom and Ursula as they fade.*
"We will find you. We Will Find Youoooooo"
"Good ridence. I hope that didn't singe you fur Ursula."
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Post by Ursula on Jan 30, 2004 3:52:03 GMT
*Ursula snorts and jumps somewhat skittishly for a creature of her size as the electricity crackles around her, instinctively fearing it. The sparks fizzle out harmlessly in her thick fur, leaving a faint, acrid odour of scorched hair*
*She makes a deep growl as she hears the voice, her fur bristling in distrust and suspicion. The owner of the voice doesn't sound like someone she'd take kindly to.*
*She doesn't seem too bothered by the singed patches of fur, since they've done no damage apart from the unpleasant smell, and continues on her way, somewhat faster than before to make up for lost time*
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Post by Tom Troughton on Jan 30, 2004 12:21:00 GMT
*Tom is silent for a good long while. Lost in thought. Finaly he sighs and muters.*
<In a sad, reluctant but diffiant tone.>
"They know I'm here. They'll come for me. But I won't run anymore, I am sick of running. Let them come."
*<In his happy go lucky tone.>
"Well I dare say that we should find the spirt child soon at this pase."
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Tzigane
Traveller
This is my Knightmare
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Post by Tzigane on Jan 30, 2004 15:09:41 GMT
*Is standing, looking nervous in a clearing, muttering to herself*
...is here. I can feel it. Where could it be? I feel it still...
*suddenly she jumps as she sees something - apparently another spirit form as she is unable to see living people. A form moves from the trees - it is the spirit of...*
Korrlok! No! You still have it!
Korrlok: "My body has it. You think so small, tainted child."
I'm not tainted! You tainted me - you caused this!
Korrlok: "If you aren't tainted, why did your little sister fear you, and run from you? That's right...
...I know all about Majida."
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Post by Korrlok on Jan 30, 2004 15:13:17 GMT
*The spectre drifts towards Tzigane, who retreats slightly.*
The poor child. Young Majida was only a slip of a girl, Tzigane. If you could kill a grown man with just a scream, what could you do to her?
*Disingenuous grin.*
I was only protecting her... surely you can appreciate that?
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Post by Tom Troughton on Jan 30, 2004 19:27:09 GMT
*Tom and Ursula arrive on the sceen and observe from a slight disstance.*
"Fasinating. I do belive that the girl has traked down her own killer."
"So he is still alive is he. This is his spirt form.....Hmmm Korrlok. I don't know that name.
*As Korrlok moves towards the girl. Tom makes to interfer but is stoped by a low growl from Ursula.*
"I am sorry Ursula but I think I may have to interven if he makes another move towards her."
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Post by Korrlok on Jan 30, 2004 21:02:55 GMT
"You look as though you don't believe me, Tzigane. And you know what? You're probably right. I killed you because you're unnatural, simple as that. You're a witch, like all of your kind! And I'd probably have done to Majida exactly what I did to you if only I could've found her!"
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Post by Tom Troughton on Jan 30, 2004 21:09:22 GMT
" The foul, uncarering, Missrable, Immoral, Cowadley, Rasist, Low-Life."
*Tom breaths angreliy.*
"I'll setel him when we find his pysical form."
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Post by Korrlok on Jan 30, 2004 21:13:54 GMT
"You still want it back, don't you? All this time... all these years of drifting, and for what? Your little 'flame'? Life was wasted on the likes of you, Tzigane, and now you're wasting the afterlife as well."
*Drifts closer to Tzigane again.*
"Still, if you want it, you can get it. I'm not far from here, you know. You just have to find the real me. To do that, you've got to get past the new me. Up to the challenge, Tzigane?"
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Post by Tom Troughton on Jan 30, 2004 21:16:44 GMT
"So Mr Korrlok the killer, You live close by do you."
"The NEW ME what on earth dose he meen by that?
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Post by Ursula on Jan 31, 2004 3:10:39 GMT
*The savage growl that shakes Ursula's entire body even sends vibrations through Tom with its violence. Ursula's eyes blaze with rage as she watches the scene unfold, and she only just restrains herself from charging into the clearing and tearing Korrlok's spirit form to tatters. Even so, her muscles rope and twist as her bones creak and lengthen as she unconsiously assumes Crinos form*
(OOC: No, that won;t knock Tom off since she's still on all fours, but it is somewhat unnerving)
*Talons the size of knives cut deep grooves into the ground as Ursula flexes her huge, vaguely hand-like front paws, still growling furiously. In this form she's even larger, and her jaws are easily wide enough to both accomodate and crush a man's head with a single crunch. With a snarl, she snaps at the empty air as if those are her very thoughts, her fangs meeting in a violent clash*
*As Korrlok mentions the challenge, Ursula replies with an earsplitting ursine roar that reverberates through the clearing, seeming to make the trees themselves shake. Whatever the 'new me' Korrlok refers to is, Ursula promises herself that she'll tear him apart regardless*
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