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05-26-2013, 01:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-29-2013, 02:41 AM by Tamme.)
 | | The Interrupter.
But enough of words, actions speak louder than. Action now. Observe all.
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In this world, there are those who strive to level the playing field - those who would combat every instantiation of evil, with some small amount of good, if only to say that they tried. There are the Gods: 4 siblings, temperately balancing each other out - maintaining the status quo for the most part. There are also the demi-gods, to balance them, and so on and so forth, down the lowliest dandelion, who really doesn't do much good either way. Even so, these checks and balances are everywhere, but every now and then, something happens. Something is beckoned forth from Gods know where, known only as The Interrupter.
And what does it do? For which side does it lend itself? Well, you're about to find out.
Dry lightning cracks across skies which are unusually dark. Although the storms of Orangemoon are no stranger to lightning, typically the skies find themselves tossed and tousled in vibrant shades of blue and violet during these summer storms. Now however, the clouds are tinged with black, even though the sun has not fully set. It is dark, entirely too dark. These flashes of lightning continue, almost in a pattern, as if beckoning you closer. If you listen closely, you can hear a sort of...music. It is dull sounding, and broken; like an orchestra on a tape, which had faded and gone out of tune. Nevertheless, this eerie melody plays on, growing louder and louder as it emanates from the center of the field. In the center, an odd ring has formed - although formed may not be the best descriptor: What you're looking at, is a ring where the grasses and flowers have simply died.
In the very center, a being simply hangs in midair. Its face is entirely masked by gold and white filigree, and its body cloaked by a mass of inky cloth. Only its eyes are entirely visible; although they are constantly shifting and changing. From this perspective, it is completely unclear what sort of origin this creature has, or even what it resembles. From its sides, where presumably arms would be, two appendages shoot from the robe, one is feathered like a wing, the other is scaled with suction cups on the bottom, like an octopus. Between these mismatched arms, the creature holds a glowing white sphere, and gradually, you begin to feel that the creature is smiling. The feeling is like a taint upon your very soul - a sickly and twisted emotion. Is this what you want? Its eyes seem to say; is it?!
"Then entertain me" Lightning flashes across the sky once more, and the creature is silent. Its smile, and the corresponding feeling have faded, leaving only an uneasy anxiousness in its wake.
[This is a common non-specific mythical companion drop (i.e., Kitsune, Boggart, Hellhound). Please only post if you have a non-specific mythical companion on your wishlist for more than 1 month. You have 72 hours to respond to this drop. As the creature has stated, you must entertain it. This will be a combination-random drop, wherein creative responses will get you a pre-determined number of extra chances to win.]
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- You must complete the task in your first post. There will only be one round.
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CAENAN
I ain't no magpie
But I do fancy meself some treasure
It is not the first time that the trouble-maker has happened upon such intriguing beasts, and it is also not the first time that his stunning green gaze had become drawn to the sight of the softly glowing sphere. The familiar sensation of a hungry flame licking the insides of his very being begins to creep into his small frame, and the horned colt knows that he simply must have it. The ominous and over-powering aura that the masked spectre radiates isn't even enough to send the mesmerized colt away, because his desire for the orb in its possession is just too powerful.
Humorously long limbs stumble over the uneven ground as Caenan pushes his frosted-barrel through a line of thorns, ensnaring tufts of his hair in the probing branches. For a moment the buccaneer's tail is snagged in the twisted bush of spikes, and the colt has to fight a tremendous amount to wrench himself free from nature's clutches. With a triumphant look plastered across his childish face, the frosted stag starts up his parading jog once more to meet with the ghastly figure face-to-face, but his pride is soon replaced by horror. Instead of yanking his tail out of the thorns, he yanked the thorns out of the ground, and the boy was now galloping across the meadow, his backside and flank constantly being pricked by the needles, and his body reacting in sheer terror.
With flying kicks and twisting bucks, the horned stag is still unable to disentangle himself from nature's prickly fingers. So desperate is he who was just acting all high-and-mighty, that he actually begins to roll in the dusty earth, causing several puffs of dust and dirt to flare up and cake onto the buccaneer's bay hide. Without so much as an ounce of intelligence, the colt has instead made his situation far worse, for he did not realize that the bush that had become a part of him as of late was not, in fact, the only bush in the meadow.
Cries of shock and pain resonate from his small mouth as more prickles bury themselves into his hide, and he quickly abandons his original plan and jumps back onto his feet. No amount of shaking can dislodge even the tiniest fragment of thistle from his soft baby-fur, and reaching around to grab at the branch lodged in his banner doesn't seem to work -- until his curved horn is added to the mess. Both in fear and in pain, Caenan wrenches his head back and two miraculous things occur: his tail, although missing more than a few strands of fuzzy brown hair, has rid itself of its late inhabitant and his curved weapon, which had freed his tail of the cursed plant, was now adorned with a natural weapon of its own; a whole bundle of tiny little weapons, to be precise.
Exhausted and more than sick of dealing with the world as his current situation stood today, the long-limbed stag snapped his narrowed green gaze onto the dark figure, his eyes beginning to well with tears of embarrassment. He was fed up with it -- it and it's stupid need for entertainment -- and Caenan was more than ready to let it know that it could go to hell. But... there was indeed something comical about the decoration he had managed to gain out of the whole thing, and the little troublemaker could feel that his velvet lips were beginning to curl upwards with the start of a smile.
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Ulrik the Engineer Posts: 235
| Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1 hh :: 11 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
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Kirchoff :: Common Hellhound :: Superspeed
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ENGINEERS CREATE THAT WHICH HAS NEVER BEEN
Ulrik had no idea what he was getting into and no idea what the outcome would be, but he was free. Today was a good day. Life was a good life. And his plans would not be interrupted by the idiots and hum-drums of life who sauntered through not realizing just how glorious and spectacular he was simply for having a horn upon his brow. His species was the oldest and most magical, possess an innate royal essence that these feather brains and bare skulls seemed to easily forget in their pride and ignorance.
Well, soon, they would see. Soon, they would be his play things and he would make them whole again. MAKE. US. WHOLE. It seemed to scream through out his mind like a terrible and violent mantra, urging him further and further into madness. His bronze eyes almost rolled in his skull with excitement at the mere thought of binding metal horns onto the bare skulls of those around him, to make them better. Blood, however, could not be changed, however much he could desire it, so well... some battles just could not be won.
Life floats on.
The sky grew dark, and bolts of arcing white light filled the sky and his heart with giddiness. He almost willed it to strike down upon the metal wolf creation at his heels, cast it into oblivion, OR POSSIBLY give it even more power?
A music then called to him that seemed in line with his mad, insane soul. It was hitching, hitting strange chords with achromatic tones that resonated in a way that made his teeth grind. It was perfect. A symphony just for his mind to unravel. Eagerly he approached, finding that life had simply passed away in a strange circle around an even stranger figure. Ulrik grinned. Pure madness in his bronze eyes seemed to pulse. This was a creature after his own heart. One of halves that did not quite make sense and a mind of chaos. If only he was a god, so that Ulrik could bow at his churning cloak as he did now. A cloven hoof slid underneath him, and he dipped his two-crowned skull in a reverent greeting.
It held something, and he wanted it simply because the creature of chaos was holding it. Ulrik glanced sideways at the colt and his antics, uninterested.
The creature commanded entertainment, and Ulrik smiled, though he was far from being an entertainer. "I find myself to be woefully ill equipped," he said, humming thoughtfully. "But I will try my hoof, perhaps, at a few clever words on reality and language?"
Ulrik paused and then snorted a bit, facing the creature, the wind from the storm rushing through the thick hair that made up his beard and ran down his chest. "The more you have of it, the less you see. What is it?" he asked. "Darkness. Is that not fascinatingly true?"
"Mmmm... I have more. A murderer has been sentenced to death. He has to choose between three areas. The first is filled with unicorns whose minds had rotten and desire blood. The second is full of raging fires, and the third is full of toothy cats who have no eaten in three years. Now, this is a clever convict. Which room did he choose?"
Ulrik grinned.
"The room with the lions, because they would surely be dead without having eaten for three years!"
[[Hellhound is on his wishlist :3 ]]
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H A N AAnd I won't lie they keep me on my toes these days.
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She wasn't sure why she had approached the creature. Perhaps it was the fact of the unknown, that she was desperate to know what it was. She approached from behind, eyes shining as she stared up at the thing. Lighting cracked over head again and Hana jumped. It screamed to be entertained...and what if she didn't? Better yet how did one entertain such a bizarre creature? She watched the other stags and listened as Ulrik spoke to it. Presenting riddles. Would it want a tongue twister? Boldly Hana grinned up at the thing, her ruby eyes openly curious. Her heart was pounding in her chest though, would it smite her if she tried and it found her boring? She paused as if thinking for a moment, while still studying the suspended creature. "Entertainment you want, entertainment you'll get." She smiled as if a plan had come to her mind only she was still left blank. But then she really did think of something. Ever since she was young, she was able to make up riddles on the spot, and now she was going to make one for this thing.
"What runs and yet goes no were?" She paused and looked over to Ulrik. "A river." She shrugged and then continued. "A tongue twister perhaps?" The one every one knew.
"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck
if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
He would chuck, he would, as much as he could,
and chuck as much wood as a woodchuck would
if a woodchuck could chuck wood."
She finished her lyrics, eyes narrowed to watch the faceless being. She wasn't good at anything else and quite frankly what else would this creature want? She couldn't sing, dance or make music. She sighed and just watched the floating horror before her, wondering what it was and why it wanted entertainment. Her ruby eyes flickered to those around her, what was their purpose for being here? What was to gain from trying to entertain this bizarre thing?
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| | The Interrupter.
But enough of words, actions speak louder than. Action now. Observe all.
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Congratulations ULRIK
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Please note: Hana was not entered into the draw, as her response came after the 72 hour time limit. Ulrik received 1 extra entry, for making the creature laugh.
Without even so much as a smile, the creature watches as the colt bumbles and flails about the field. It is not one to be amused by a baby's misfortune. It wanted to be entertained, not just distracted.
Emotionless eyes fell upon the Engineer, and it appeared that he too had failed to produce amusement from the creature until...
Ha...ha..HA..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" It's laughter suddenly became deafening, as it roared at Ulrik's second joke. Oh yes, it was well and truly entertained by that one. "I did not expect that from you, metal-mind" It said, with a voice like the sound of an axe on a sapling. "Catch." Holding the ball in on of its suction-cups, it extended the limb, and with a puckering and squishy sound, dropped the orb until it landed at Ulrik's hooves. The light which enveloped it slowly fading away, revealing that it wasn't actually an orb at all, but some sort of canine-creature, in-cased in what appeared to be a bubble. Drawing it's winged-arm and it's octopus-arm together, the creature clapped once, causing the bubble to instantly break, and the hellhound pup to roll onto the grass, now free of it's iridescent prison.
Slowly, the creature began to disappear. As it did, it could be herd to chuckle, and softly say (as if in a voice already very far away). "The lions! That was a good one."
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