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Post by Zeytan on Nov 22, 2007 0:30:53 GMT
*Malark stared blankly at Julian and Kenji as they rushed this apparantly empty table. He turned and looked up at Zeytan and made a circler motion with his claw while indicating his shell.*
"Hmmm quite possibly Malark, or they could just be drunk. But then again something did eat that bread."
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Post by Robin on Nov 22, 2007 21:08:09 GMT
*Throughout all this, Robin has stepped back, his fingers twitching, his eyes fixed on the bizarre spectacle.*
Calm. Don't interfere. Don't rise...
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Post by Callimpsest on Nov 22, 2007 23:42:11 GMT
*Malark had quite littraly jumped with fright landing with a splash in his bowl of milk. sending spalshes of it all over both Zeytan and Camilpsest.*
*Callimpsest looks down at his milk-spattered clothing. His face is dripping. He is dismayed and irritated.*
Oh really, Malark! One moment the fellow fascinates you, the next he terrifies you. There have been instances of shouting since our arrival: why in particular did you take fright at that one?
*Pulling out what looks like a piece of gold-rimmed papyrus, Callimpsest dabs the milk patches on his clothes. The patches quickly fade.*
A special cloth which I normally use for removing stains from the pages of books. A besmirched page can be terribly irksome.
*Having dealt with his outfit, Callimpsest lays the cloth on the table, sits back and gently tugs his ear lobes. The earbugs emerge from their respective ears and begin crawling over his face on inward spiralling courses, absorbing any milk that they encounter.*
They subsist quite contentedly on earwax, but I suppose this gives them a change. *He looks over at Lapis & Kenji.* Now what the Quill are those chaps doing? Someone ought to tell them about Bethsemane.
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Post by Julian Lapin on Nov 23, 2007 0:08:47 GMT
'I've got it penned Kenji! Here's our chance!'
'So what now?'
'If he stays like this he'll slip away! Try a spell! Something that will make him visible!'
'Jules, I don't have my spellbook. If I make one slight mispronounciation, who KNOWS what will -'
'DO IT MAN!' shouted Jules, a terrible rage building behind his eyes. Kenji knew that look all too well. It was the same glare of rage he had first seen that terrible night in Reality High, that same expression he still occasionally woke up remembering in the early hours in a cold sweat. It told him that Jules was close to snapping.
'All right,' he said, allowing his mind to calm and letting the familiar buzz of energy flow through him. He pointed at the space underneath the table, shut his eyes and yelled in a deep tenor:
'MARJI!'
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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 23, 2007 1:03:57 GMT
Lanesra: *Perplexed* I could have sworn I hadn't got around to refilling Julian and Edward's empty mugs. Kenji: 'MARJI!'Lanesra: Marjorie's not here. Try the herb stall in the marketplace. She might be there, lending her sister a hand. *The piper is playing 'The Inspector Gadget Theme'. Slevela looks at Ed and Julian, and sighs. She mutters* For Fear's sake. *Then bellows* EXCUSE ME!! *Grabbing a jug, Slevela storms out from behind the bar. Reaching the academics, she swings the jug, dousing Ed and Julian in cold water.* Slevela: Who in the Underworld told you you could turn this tavern into a bleeding playground? And why were you ranting and raving about beer and lager when you ordered ales? You may be upstanding professors in your world, but right here and right now you're deranged lightweights! Here's a few things for you to do with those intellectual brains of yours: have a think about about calming down, have a think about sitting down, and have a think about apologising. Or I'll be thinking about how hard to lob this jug at you! *Slevela sighs again, then goes on.* If you'd had the manners to ask, I'd have told you about the invisible cat. That's right, the Crazed Heifer has a resident Cheshire cat. Lanesra: Bethsemane's her name. She used to belong to a trainee sorceress, Sidriss the Confused. [OOC: interactive.knightmare.org.uk/lexicon/entry/Bethsemane] But we got her for some reason. She used to be a giant black cat, but she's only ever been normal in size since she came here. Could Bethsemane really have done all this? Slevela: We'd know if we could see her. Shame the likes of us don't have a way of making her appear. *To Ed* A way that's guaranteed to work, in this here realm. But how about you, Callimpsest? You have a touch of magic, do you not?
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Post by Callimpsest on Nov 23, 2007 1:25:13 GMT
*Callimpsest's earbugs have converged on his nose. Having cleared his face of milk, they dutifully scuttle back to his ears. He looks over at Slevela.* All my magic, mild and modest as it is, is of a bibliological variety. But it so happens that I have just the spell for this occasion. Back at the Knightmare Boarding School, I was gifted it by Smirkenorff, who had acquired it from GreenDragon, who had learnt it from Sidriss, her cousin. Its- Slevela: Just cast it, if you would. Miss, you sought my assistance, and you will be granted it, but do give me a smattering of your patience in return. *Callimpsest goes on.* The spell's link to books is, I admit, tenuous. But the school had a plethora of less-than-predictable animals inhabiting the familiars' quarters; and had a cat, or some not dissimilar creature, entered my library invisibly, the spell would have proved quite invaluable in exposing them. *Though slightly reluctant to part with something from his KMBS days, Callimpsest stands up and goes ahead with casting the spell.* Feli... probably not loud enough. *To Zeytan* Pardon me. *Shouts* FELINAS REVELE! [OOC: Will it work on a Watcher, i.e. Coriolis? I leave that decision to others. ]
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Post by Julian Lapin on Nov 23, 2007 12:33:24 GMT
[OOC: Zork trivia time! Igram is a piece of Deep Magic used to turn purple things invisible. Its reversal, Margi, turns (surprise!) invisible things purple, the nearest thing to a Quendorian 'reveal' spell. Unfortunatly, without a book and if misprounced, the effects on a magical creature are somewhat... unpredictable. As well shall soon see. ] 'LIGHTWEIGHT?!' stammered Julian, once he had got over the shock of being soaked once again. 'I can assure you, madam, that we are in FULL control of our faculties! And I can also tell you that whatever is under that table is considerably larger and nastier than your average tabby cat!'
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Post by Robin on Nov 23, 2007 15:25:16 GMT
*Robin isn't taking part in any of this. But he decides that, as there's magic in the air, he may as well mutter something to himself. It isn't magical by any means, but it always seems to bring him luck. Maybe it will resolve this situation...*
Binding, Binding, Binding, Bound - Fairies dancing all around; What is lost shall now be found... Binding, Binding, Binding, Bound.
*It does nothing. But Robin feels more relaxed for saying it.*
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Post by Coriolis on Nov 23, 2007 20:23:55 GMT
[thinking] Too much magic. TOO MUCH blasted magic! *The Tiger was still down there, His offended tail thwapping gently off of the taverns floor. There were too many people looking in His general direction. The old scare tactics that had worked so well in the forests near Warlock wasn't going to help him here. Too many blades and unknowable magic users to keep track off and that could trip him up. All He could do was STAY faded, play dead and hope the pursuers think him escaped and away into the realm.* *Unbeknownst to Coriolis, the gods seemingly had other plans for him. With so many half finished spells filling the air, the latent magic of Coriolis Pendant and the fact He was still struggling to maintain his fade in all of it, strange thaumic interactions were beginning to make themselves known...* *Unexpectedly, 2 Green glints became 3. The stone around his neck glowing strongly under the table before spitting out a blue flash of light at a wall above the bar. The projectile fizzled angrily for a split second before turning into a coherent ring almost like an opaque window...* [STILL thinking] What in the name of the... ? *The stone flashed again, this time an Orange window appeared beneath the Tigers paws. Both seemed to hestitate a moment... Then Coriolis was in mid-air at ground level...* [Out loud... a half Picitsh accent mangled by a feline throat] OOOOOOH SHI....! [snip]
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Post by Julian Lapin on Nov 23, 2007 20:48:18 GMT
'EVERYBODY DOWN!' screamed Julian, and proceeded to hit the deck, dragging Kenji down with him. Barely a second later he felt a rush of air and the faint sensation of fur skim over the top of him. Jerking his head back, he gaped at the sight of another orange shimmering opening behind. What he saw made his mind spin.
The window showed a top down view of the room. He could make out two figures lying down on the floor. They looked very -
Oh gods. He was looking through and seeing himself and Kenji. Which meant:
'ROLL!' he screamed, and as though their minds were in harmony the two seperated. Another window, this time blue, burnt into the floor in the exact place they had been. Julian could physically see the blur this time, as though the air above the window was physically shimmering and vibrating.
Then it was gone again, fallen through the hole in the floor.
'You said something about a resident CHESHIRE CAT?!' he screamed at the direction he had last seen Slevela. The memory of their chastisement was still fresh in his mind, and he was feeling somewhat bitter.
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Post by Coriolis on Nov 23, 2007 21:03:15 GMT
*Unfortunately, the First Orange portal under the table was still there as the hapless Tiger shot out of it upwards. Launching the table in the process.*
*The impact was enough to set off another blast of blue toward the bar counter itself as Coriolis fell downward once again. As was becoming apparent, One window was linking to the other. A large 'hollow' mass of hay, beer, ale and random dinner plates shooting across the bartop like a badly done cabaret...*
*He fell off the end of the counter and landed with a wallop on the ground below. the charged stone around his neck blasting Orange toward the ceiling at the far end of the room. The White Tiger barely had time to figure out what was happening before another Blue circle appeared at his paws and gravity continued it's snarled up torture...*
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Post by Julian Lapin on Nov 23, 2007 21:36:40 GMT
Craning his head, Julian registered the sight of the shape tumbling out of an orange window. As he watched, another blue flash of light burst forth from the shimmer, coming to rest on the floor directly below the ceiling portal, closely followed by a sudden surge and another orange burst that hit the backroom door.
When he burst from the door, the shape seemed to increase to twice its original speed.
'Oh gods' realised Kenji. 'The momentum...'
This time, no light burst from the shape, and the two shut their eyes a second before the connection took place. The sound of the shape crashing into the floor was painfully loud in the stunned silence of the room.
'... what just happened?' coughed Julian, not daring to blink.
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Post by Ed Kenji on Nov 23, 2007 23:46:28 GMT
Kenji looked over at the mass huddled on the floor. He mostly saw white, and then white fur, and then teeth. He stared for a moment, the decidedly still creature didn't seem to be going anywhere for a while.
"...Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but was that invisible snow tiger teleporting around the room with the aid of magical portals? ....You know what, I can't ask that question, there are too many insane things."
He looked at Jules, then picked up a long wooden shard of broken table. Holding it out at arm's length, he poked the prone tiger with it with a morbid, child-like curiosity.
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Post by Robin on Nov 24, 2007 0:09:12 GMT
[OOC: I am really liking this geeky reference game!]
*Robin can barely keep up. The shouts of Julian, the constantly changing blue and orange portals, the unidentified sounds and crashes filling the tavern, and the impending sense of doom are too much for a hero like Robin to stand idle. The amount of magic around doesn't help either. Even someone with very little knowledge of magic can tell when there's an abundance of sorcery about.*
STOP!
*His shout has no effect. The Watcher, the portals, and Julian and Ed are all causing a racket. The intellectuals on the KMBS table look dumbfounded (Callimpsest and the others occasionally making vehement exclamations) as do the serving girls.*
I said...
*He has his crossbow out and an arrow nocked into its string within five seconds, but before he can begin deciding what to shoot, there is stillness.*
Oh, my.
*Dust settles on the tavern, as everyone stares at the prone Watcher. Then Ed pokes it with a bit of wood.*
Oi!
*The crossbow finds a target.*
Leave it alone. Leave, I say.
*Robin notices everyone looking at him.*
Seriously.
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Post by Julian Lapin on Nov 24, 2007 1:21:14 GMT
Seeing his friend threatened, Julian instantly stands to his feet and moves in between Kenji and the previously silent archer.
'It's all right, old chap, there's no need for weapons' he said quietly, his hand outstretched in a gesture of calm, suddenly taking the situation deathly seriously. 'We'll back up, give it some room, just put down the bow. We don't want anyone hurt.'
'Kenji, leave it alone and step back.'
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