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| Into the Heart of Darkness; Mentor Thread - Avery | |
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| Topic Started: May 1 2011, 02:11 AM (309 Views) | |
| RFalque | May 1 2011, 02:11 AM Post #1 |
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Falque was in hiding. It was not easy to tell for most of his peers, but Falque indeed trying to avoid a certain place and person. One would find it hard to even begin to believe that such an individual could instil such fear into whom some whispered as the school’s foremost in the dark arts. Not the witchcraft, voodoo dark arts, but quite literally arts that were dark. In other words, the techniques of manipulating the shadows. Falque was no stranger to teaching his power to others, however he never really kept a close eye on just who was picking up these inquiries. Only yesterday did he realize he should probably find a different way to advertise than just a public flier with attached phone strips. The place in question Falque was avoiding was the library. The person he was hiding from was one cross-dressing character named Avery. He didn’t seem like much, if anything at all, but Falque had that joyous opportunity to understand a little more of what went on inside that boy’s head. It was not pretty, and it was not safe. The very fathom of teaching him how to slip through cracks was enough to send a gut wrenching shiver along his whole body whenever he thought about it. Amongst all the hot-blooded gangsters and the calculating sociopaths wandering this school somehow unescorted, Falque chose to fear the most unassuming creature of them all. Okay, so he didn’t outright fear Avery. However, he didn’t quite feel like offering the kid secrets to Falque’s own talent…secrets that would allow him to cause irreparable harm. He had the sneaking suspicion that the boy was most inclined to stick near Sanctis Alexandria, and would probably expect Falque to be in a much similar place. Well, he’d prove him wrong. No way would Avery know to look for Falque…at the school’s swimming pool! Oh sure, he looked completely out of place to those inside the facility. Falque had more stares coming his way than what would be considered a healthy amount to even the greatest of attention whores. Still, all that mattered as he laid out on the reclining beach chair, enjoying the…alright, there was nothing to enjoy here than the book in his hands, even the scantily clad women were not much of a draw to him…was that Avery’s eyes were not among them. |
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| CarrotBird | May 1 2011, 06:12 AM Post #2 |
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Avery was an odd sight, standing in the plaza in his already worn, and rather filthy, blue female uniform, stains and burn marks littering its surface. There were still conspicuous burns in his hair, odder because he hadn't bothered putting up his hair the day before and they were now scattered on the hairs he'd braided, not to mention that a significant number of them had fallen off due to how brittle they became. He held in both his hands a sheet of paper. In the left hand, a phone strip, crumpled and scribbled over entirely in black ink, with such gems as "press numbers in order, then wait", "speak It'd taken him hours to figure out how to use the phone. But he'd done it! He'd really done it! He'd taken a moment to celebrate, then dashed out to find his most wonderful future trainer, first heading to the plaza. He knew where everything in the school was, to the best of his knowledge, but his bearings had always been best in the plaza, for whatever reason. In the right hand, a school map he'd acquired, with even more notes on it. Crosses and circles, arrows and lines, along with a few words here and there about how he figured Falque usually moved dotted the paper, along with the completely mutilated section in which the library was located. He'd searched the entire school once over, then gone to the library and scrounge quite literally in every corner of the library he could get to, then in, over, and behind every bookshelf, then in, over, and behind every book. Needless to say, he'd gotten a little desperate (and a little tired, having abandoned sleep for the task). He had finally given up on the library, but where was he? The man couldn't be hiding, could he? People seemed to do those types of things a lot. Pah. Try to stop the advancement of his knowledge, would they? But Falque would never do such a thing. Falque was nice. He must have simply forgotten or something. Maybe he was in his room? That would be a pity, to say the least. Avery hadn't located Falque's room quite yet, though he was making steady progress. But he didn't have the time for that, and Falque probably wasn't there anyways! Avery hadn't a clue what to do next, and it was killing him. Honestly, he was this close to knocking himself out and calling it a day... when he noticed them. The stares. The stares of the people at the pool building near him. Though he could not see them directly, those within all turned their heads towards one particular beach chair... Even if luck failed him and it wasn't Falque, it had to be something interesting to draw so much attention. Not wasting a moment, Avery ran into the building, ignoring all those he bumped into in his mad dash. And sure as sure can be, there he was! In all of his book-reading glory, there Falque sat! "Falque!" he cried out, happy and relieved, and practically hurtling himself at the man. He abruptly stopped scarcely two inches away from his tall friend to avoid damaging his book, instead gushing, "I'm so glad I managed to find you, Falque! You haven't a clue how long I've been searching, really, but it doesn't matter, you're here now!" A serious, determined look washed over Avery's face. "I've got so many plans, and I've barely been able to implement any of them because my presence is so obvious. Please, Falque. Take me. Take me now, abandon your book, to wherever it is you train people. I don't mean to be a bother, but I really, really want you to do this. The book can wait, can't it? Please?" |
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| RFalque | May 1 2011, 11:27 AM Post #3 |
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”Falque!” No… ”I’m so glad I managed to find you, Falque!” NOOOOOOO!!! Why? Why couldn’t he just enjoy his hiding spot for at least the time being? Why couldn’t he have just a little time to himself to work up the sheer sanity needed to deal with Avery? Why couldn’t the others just stop staring at this mess? Why couldn’t Avery sound any less creepy stalker-ish? “I think I have a clue, alright…” he muttered, imagining the boy running around to find him since the day he called, nonstop. Unless Avery had some peculiar manner of compressing time, he didn’t think the boy could achieve any more thorough of a search. The dirtiness of his uniform and the tattered rags some would call Avery’s hair was enough of evidence of his assertion. What was…that smell…eww, God…he needed to get Avery out of here before this got everywhere in the air. The next slew of words from Aver’s mouth, however, put a large pause to Falque. Did he just…did he just ask Falque to take him? With a completely serious face? Those stares at him were no longer just for his odd choice in clothing at the pool. Not that he was going to worry about whatever rumours decided to rear their ugly heads, but this was just awkward in general. In his mind, he was completely justified to try and stay away from this little creeper. “A-alright, alright. Just…just get a shower, will you? I’m surprised they even let you inside a building with that…smell…” Falque lifted out of his seat, standing up and looking down and the probably deranged boy. Taking hold of Avery’s shoulders, Falque shook for his attention and simply stared from under his hood. “Meet me outside of the tower when I don’t have to wear a nose plug around you.” With that, he turned the kid around and gently shoved him towards the exit, following just behind him. Once Avery had managed to do as he was told, Falque set off towards Shoubu Swamps with Avery in tow. To his benefit, the sun was already starting to set over the horizon, granting Falque some much needed shade in the night. Hopefully Avery wasn’t all too scared of the dark, or this was going to be a rather difficult session. Well…more difficult. Falque had never taught his shadow form power to anyone…frankly he wasn’t entirely sure if it was possible, but he had his reasons to try it out. Fortunately, in the darkness, the spirits were said to be a little more active. A boon for Falque, given the importance of their existence for this little session. As long as finding one did not prove to be insanely difficult, the rest should have been straightforward. The swamps were some ways away however, leaving Falque to deal with dragging Avery behind him in a long walk. “So…hmm…” Falque pondered a minute of some sort of small talk he could work out. There really wasn’t much to ask from Avery on the matter of his training though, and in all honesty he wasn’t confident he wanted to divulge any personal information at all with the boy. Certainly he could occupy his curiosity, however, “Avery, have you ever seen a ghost?” There, something somewhat relevant to the training. If he hadn’t seen a ghost before, Falque was imagining there would be quite a few distractions to this whole ordeal. |
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| CarrotBird | May 1 2011, 12:18 PM Post #4 |
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A shower? Avery didn't notice a smell or anything wafting of him, and didn't particularly want to clean off the reminders of where he'd been, but he had more loyalty to learning than his prior locations, anyways. Cleanliness, then! It would be had! ...As soon as Falque was done shaking him! He took quick note of the location and then ran off to his dorm room to clean himself off. In his rush, Avery managed to pull out another clump of charred hair. Ah, well, he still had long hair, even if it was conspicuously thinner than the hair at the top of his head. Details. In any case, Avery managed to wash and tidy himself in barely half an hour despite how disgusting he'd been, throwing his destroyed uniform into the corner and pulling on another set he had, running back to the tower and fixing his uniform up a little, too. It was acceptably neat by the time he found the tower, waiting impatiently for the cloaked figure to show himself. Hmm... where wa- Ah, there! Avery beamed, then followed his somehow slightly disconcerted-looking friend as he headed off to wherever he was heading off to, watching as the sun began to set. "Twilight's almost here, isn't it?" he asked, hopping along happily. "That's when the predators really start coming out. I haven't had the chance to really see them quite yet, so it seems like a fun thing to get done at the same time." Oh, what was that? Had he ever seen a ghost? Avery rummaged through his mind for mentions of the word "ghost". He was sure he'd heard it at some point, but... where exactly, again? It had something to do with astronomy... Aha! False spectral lines! Of course! "While I did have a unit on spectroscopy and the proper handling of diffraction gratings, I've never actually had a spectrometer on me, besides which I'm sure if my family did have one there would be no imperfections in it, so no, I've never seen a ghost, not outside of pictures and diagrams," he said, not a hint of doubt in his voice. He'd forgotten it before, but now he knew it again, and so all was well. |
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| RFalque | May 1 2011, 04:22 PM Post #5 |
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“Predators…yes…I’m sure we’ll see some of them around.” Falque made the best of efforts not to groan from the idea of meeting up with a cougar or…super-cougar or God knows what lurked around here. Probably some nasty alligator or two dozen…now he wasn’t so sure he wanted to go in alone. Worse than alone even, with Avery. At least he managed to clean himself, so he’d smell less like a dead animal some pack of hungry wolves might have thought was their next course. The first tides of darkness crept over the landscape, the forest within enhancing the shading with its own black canopy. To Falque’s relief, the only noise he had to bear for now was the quiet disturbance of pockets of water around him, along with the chirp of crickets. No predatory growls, no moans of the dead, no...okay, there was Avery. That was enough voice for him. It seemed Avery had the wrong type of ghost in mind, maybe due to a scenario of his mind geared far to along in one direction: science. Falque wondered if he had even ever read a fictional book. Hell, he wondered if he ever watched a fictional movie or television show or anything. It was…rather disconcerting. Hugely disappointed at the response, Falque simply removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose…and then his eyes…and then his temples. “Um…okay, we’ll go with no.” Though the darkness would begin to cause trouble to Avery’s already abysmal eyesight, Falque managed to sight an old, abandoned temple in the middle of the swamp. The place was actually once used as a hideout, and even more recently so until Falque and Tails dealt with the gang members within. Occasionally, a soul would wander its way here out of curiosity, though few tended to keep to their stay at the sight of Falque wandering in it from time to time. “Here we are. We’ll be using this as our base. When I have you run off on your own, you’ll need to know how to get back here. Keep that in mind at all times.” From underneath his cloak, Falque brought out a few bags and placed them along one bench, going through them without much hint as to what he was doing. “Along with that, tell me of a place you’ve always wanted to visit. This will come up soon enough.” |
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| CarrotBird | May 2 2011, 02:55 PM Post #6 |
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Avery pondered this, and decided it was a good time to make a bit of small talk. "Although I rather hope I'm not eaten, I'm sure it would be a very interesting experience, particularly with some sort of venomous creature. They speak of paralysis, extreme agony, burning from the inside out... but I can't exactly afford to try such things. I'd likely end up dead or stupid, and that would be a waste of the time I've spent reading. Speaking of which, I've always sort of wanted to be psychologically scarred, though I'd have to find some way to revert the experience, and recall what the experience was like without remaining damaged enough to be useless, you know? It'd be a waste to break myself if I was forever reduced to sobbing in a corner." It was darker now, the boy realized. He listened for the rustling of leaves, a growl, a shriek, but heard nothing but a few crickets. Pah. What a shame. He could barely see in this light, too, so even if there was something lurking in the shadows he'd miss it. Blahhhhh. In fact, it was so dark Avery didn't notice Falque had stopped until he walked into his back. It was a bit awkward, seeing as he couldn't see what was supposed to be their base at all. He heard the placement of a few items on some sort of flat surface nearby, and Falque's shuffling through them. Though curious, Avery decided he could wait for him to finish. If he annoyed Falque he wouldn't be able to creep in the shadows more efficiently, and that would be a shame. Avery wasn't sure what to say to Falque's next comment. He had a lot of places he'd always wanted to visit. The moon, the bottom of the ocean, the center of the earth... but, on second thought, one stook out in particular. "The Smithsonian," he said confidently. "If I could live there, I would. As in the entire complex, unless that's too big of a location. Do I need to narrow it down?" |
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| RFalque | May 5 2011, 05:41 PM Post #7 |
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Interesting experience…yes, that’s absolutely what Falque thought when the prospect of being eaten alive came into his mind. Whenever the gaping mouth of a dragon or some other horrific hell-beast opened their maw and threatened to devour Falque whole, he was considering how ‘interesting’ it would be. Not the primal urges of fight or flight, not the pants-soiling fear crawling through his nervous system, but rather the sheer fascination of earning a free ride through some monster’s digestive track. Maybe it was because, unlike Avery, Falque was afraid to die. That generally put a stopper to much curiosity. Falque nearly opened his mouth to reply to the last bit before wizening up and keeping quiet. He knew somebody who could…fix things like that. He certainly wasn’t about to waste his time on Avery, though. Then again…maybe he…no, Michel could figure out the horrors when he was older. Avery could wait for his day to become a psychological punching bag. For now, Falque was just here to teach him how to be even creepier. Greeeeaaaaat. Finally, something that didn’t completely terrify Falque exited from Avery’s mouth. The Smithsonian… “No, that’s perfect actually. Even more detailed than I expected.” Falque’s mood ameliorated, a small smile washing some of the irritation off his hidden face before he sat down. He grabbed something out of his bag, a small package of some dark brown powder not unlike finely ground coffee beans. He tossed the clear package to Avery, “Take a pinch, and put it on your tongue.” With that, Falque did as he himself instructed before waiting another minute. Nothing seemed to change from within the temple, but if Avery paid closer attention to looking out further…he’d notice a very, very disturbing sight. It was still dark outside, or at least that’s what it seemed to be, but things were…visible. It wasn’t necessarily night time, but rather colours had inverted outside the temple. “We are now in the center of the Smithsonian complex. This is a sort of…parallel universe between ours and those of our shadows. It’s from the energy and physics in this universe that allow people like me to manipulate what was thought to be simply and absence of photons.” Falque stood up now, moving towards the entrance of the shrine and forcing the door wide open. “Take your time to explore here, but always remember your way back here. It will be your safe haven from the dangers out there. And yes…you will find predators out there.” For now, all Avery could really see was the inverted colours of several tourists and the sparse few workers. “Your first job is to bring me back a reminder of this world. Something that will give you an intimate connection between both the shadow’s realm as well as the Smithsonian itself. This will be a totem, so to speak. Good luck.” With that, Falque shoved Avery out of the shrine and patiently waited for him to run off to wherever. The rest was up to him. Edited by Falque, May 5 2011, 05:42 PM.
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| CarrotBird | May 6 2011, 03:17 PM Post #8 |
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Avery beamed. Yaaay. He did something peeerfectly. But anyways! Something being tossed at him! Somehow, Avery managed to actually catch the thing, after which he did as he was instructed without a moment's hesitation. He couldn't even see the strange dust he was putting on his tongue, but that wasn't the sort of thing Avery was about to give any thought to. Why did it matter, anyways? Avery didn't notice anything out of the ordinary at first, but noticed, quite to his surprise, colours amongst the darkness. It took Avery a while to notice due to the odd colours, but it seemed there were some people outside the temple. Before he had the time to wonder who they were, Falque began his explanation. So, it turned out about all he learned about darkness was invalid, was it? Avery grinned. Now he had a whole new field of study! How exciting! Avery's thoughts were broken when he felt himself being shoved outside, and, due to his absolutely wondrous sense of balance, falling on his face. Naturally, he got back up. He looked around... not a person seemed to have noticed his fall. Ooh! That was so cool! He had to figure out how that worked at some point! He took a better look around, noticing he really was perfectly in the middle of the Smithsonian complex, just as Falque had said. In fact, he was in the sculpture garden. Well, Avery knew how sculptures worked. Nothing intriguing about the fact that their creators had had a lot of free time and patience on their hands. Next. But... where to? To be quite honest, Avery wanted to go everywhere. Examine every little nook and cranny, and just take in as much as he could. …Well, not everywhere, to be honest. He could skip the Museum of American History. And of American Art. And of American Indians. Actually, he’d probably be happy just with the Natural History Museum. It’d be nice to look at everything, and there were some close seconds, but the Natural History Museum was what he was really here for. He’d just go there, then. He was here on a mission, and it wouldn't do to keep Falque waiti- Ahhhhhh he was wasting time standing here like this! He didn't have a time limit, per se, but if it turned out there was a hidden time limit and he would eventually be booted out... No! Nonononono! Not thinking about that! He'd never even been in America, let alone the Smithsonian, and he was going to spend his time as efficiently as he could now that he was here! Avery ran to the Natural History Museum as quickly as his weak little body would take him, and stopped, panting, before dashing inside. There were more people, now, and the strange colours were starting to get far more conspicuous, not to mention how dark it was…? He could still see, yet he still had to call this place dark… How interesting! He reached out to touch the wall, and couldn’t help but feel a little giddy at the fact that the strange, otherworldly substance responded. Noticing he was getting sidetracked, Avery reminded himself of his goal. He had one place set in his mind. There`d likely be something there the perfect size for his pocket, and it would certainly make for a memorable token. He’d explore the rest of the museum later. Up he ran, to the second floor. He went right up to the railing that prevented him from falling down to the first floor, then took a good look around the circular hallway. Where…. Aha! There was the Hall of Geology, Gems, and Minerals, across from him. Becoming more excited by the moment, he dashed towards the hall, not even bothering to really dodge the people in his way, nor looking back to see if they cared. Oh, what to choose, what to choose? He’d have loved to take the Hope Diamond, being a beautiful example of a carbon allotrope, but of course that was shut away in its case, and, being so valuable, was certain to have many security measures preventing its theft… His eyes rested on a large meteorite, hidden only behind a glass partition, likely due to its size. It was almost white with the strange inverted colours affecting the world, and there was, to his delight, a section that jutted out and seemed a bit more delicate… Avery climbed over the partition, onto the meteorite, and stomped hard onto the little piece, abandoning delicacy in his childish excitement. It took him three times to get the surprisingly sturdy rock to break, but in the end it cracked, sending him tumbling over as it fell. He quickly got up to look for the piece he’d broken off. Ah, there it was! He pocketed the piece with a satisfied grin. Edited by CarrotBird, May 25 2011, 02:49 PM.
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| RFalque | May 11 2011, 04:20 AM Post #9 |
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It would seem the vast majority of the shadowy residents had either not taken notice of Avery’s presence, or chose to completely ignore him. In either case, one thing the boy would come to understand is that his existence was not accepted, nor was it tolerated. For all his carefree abandon and the seemingly oblivious ignorance of his surrounding genteel, there was one set pair of eyes on the boy ever since he exited the sanctuary. Despite its unwelcoming gaze off in the distance, the presence made no hurry nor effort to stop Avery in his tracks. For the time being, it would simply observe the boy from the murky shadows. At least, that was up until Avery had selected a piece of meteorite as his token. Even his carefree disturbance of the museum case garnered no additional attention to him nor any noticeable security alerts. For all his understanding, he may as well have been Ebenezer Scrooge through his journeys in Christmas Time. However, even in those settings, Ebenezer was not alone in that Astral world… A shifting tone of dark grey and utter black slithered along one of the far walls from Avery’s position. The first sign of its existence was a loud, almost metallic hiss that blurted from the creature’s location. Nearly thirty feet in serpentine length, the long snake-like tail of the creature extended all the way to its head, the form of some gargoyle’s face with wings and arms to compliment it situated at the front. A glowing pair of mammalian red eyes connected with Avery’s own, the sheer sight of them causing a chilling sensation down one’s spine. Fear. Unwelcomeness. Hostility. Thoug it was more than far enough away for Avery to react, the creature had already begun its move. With thousands of tiny hair-like feet, the slithering body of the monster suddenly wove its way down from the wall it was connected to and through the crowd of dark gatherers. Another hiss, and the bat-like wings of the Gargoyle-Naga unfurled and opened wide, apparently working as sails as the body moved even faster towards Avery. Perhaps it was time to head back. Or perhaps Avery would take his chanced to study the predator. Perhaps Avery even had a sudden interest in experiencing death. In any regard, it was up to him to decide. Falque wasn’t there. |
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| CarrotBird | May 11 2011, 05:03 PM Post #10 |
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Avery was half over the partition when he heard some sort of noise. He wasn't going to classify it, as he couldn't at all recognize the sound but for something sort of like metal against metal, and that wasn't quite enough. One thing he could say quite clearly, though, was that it was loud. Very loud. The sort of loud that suggested something along the lines of "Hello, there, innocent little boy! Were you to dilly dally here any longer I'm afraid I might have to murder you and eat your intestines." It was the sort of suggestion that suggested to him he might want to run for dear not-dying-until-all-is-known. Following the latter suggestion, he continued over the partition and set himself on the ground. He started forwards, but then realized firstly that he was going in the opposite direction of both the staircase and the elevators, and secondly that there was a grey, winged human-snake hybrid thing. An ugly one at that, at least by his standards, though it didn't matter. The thing stared at him, and he felt a rather odd sensation that told him it was likely time to leave. He didn't want to be here anymore. Why didn't he want to be here? It wasn't something he'd at all experienced before, but it seemed prudent to get out of this thing's path. The thing was likely to follow him, anyways, so he could take a closer look at it from the temple. It'd actually be quite interesting to see just how well the thing held up. In any case... he should go. Without a moment's hesitation, Avery turned tail and fled. He'd never really understand the meaning of the word "flee" before. "Run" seemed to work quite as well. He was most certainly running, as he noted... but now, for the first time in his life, he was also fleeing. Nagging thoughts came back to him no matter how he pushed them away, about how he would most certainly die if he stayed and how he had to run away from the monster behind him. He was already running, wasn't he? Why wouldn't the thoughts stop, then? It wasn't unpleasant, to want to run, but he wasn't sure why he was doing it. A thought occured to him. Was he afraid? It wasn't unreasonable that he would be afraid, was it? No, no, it wasn't, Avery noted as he dashed towards the stairs. In fact, he was quite certain he was afraid, he noted as he ran over the stairs. At this point, gravity took over. Avery fell to the stairs still going through the motions for a fast-paced run, but, having a poor sense of balance and a poorer grip on his boots he instead slipped off the step, which, by good chance, actually sent him towards the exit far quicker then he would have run, although it also caused him a great deal of pain, both due to hard impact and the fact that he’d landed at the bottom of the stairs on his face, which his glasses were now jutting into rather painfully. By lucky chance they hadn’t blinded him, but one of the lenses was entirely gone, having probably broken off earlier, and the other slightly cracked. Well, that was good enough to see, sort of. He could get around well enough not to get himself killed. Maybe. Up he went, then! It wouldn’t do to get eaten/tortured/otherwise killed, not yet. His hand instinctively went to his pocket, in which there was a rather heavy piece of rock that felt like it had caused considerable bruising to the side of his right thigh. Probably because it had. He took it out and put it in his arms, instead, and then started running for one of the doors. As it is often amusing, this would be where a look into Avery’s mind might go, but at this point his mind was just repeating “ow” ad nauseum, and it would not be the most interesting place to be. It is, however, rather more amusing that the boy, in his lack of coherent thought, thought it a good idea to open the door by running full tilt into it, which predictably did not help his pain issue, although it did open the door. Avery found he had run outside, and felt he should feel something about it, but seemed a little too out of it to react, as he stopped to try to remember exactly how it was he could return to the temple. Perhaps if he repeated the fact to himself it would help. He was outs- He was outside! That was that place that wasn’t in the place with the thing that would kill him if he was in the place with the thing that would kill him if- No. No recursive thinking. That wasn’t going to help. What would help was sitting down, maybe. Sitting down seemed like a good idea, yes, now that the tiny little human doors were between him and it… but one never knew with winged snake human things. A break seemed, however, to be in order. Rather exhausted, Avery headed to the side of the building (having enough insight to go to the side that was closer to the temple), hoping to confuse the weird thing by having it burst out the door and not see him, if it could, so he’d have a chance to sit down. Edited by CarrotBird, May 11 2011, 05:04 PM.
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| RFalque | May 12 2011, 07:43 PM Post #11 |
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Had Avery looked behind him at any point, he’d have noticed the shaded guardian gaining up on him. To his good fortune, there was plenty of distance between the two to at least hand Avery a reasonable head start. That didn’t mean, however, he’d be at all safe simply running at top speed down the hall. The naga weaved through the crowd of people, disturbing not a single one of them and apparently going unnoticed by the visitors at well. Perhaps they really were just oblivious. Though Avery’s ‘flight’ down the stairs had gained him some distance, the fact that he had failed a clean impact reduced whatever advantage he was hoping to make, and the beast was hot on his trail at the top of the stairs. By the time Avery had reached outside, the gargoyle was no more than a few feet from reaching him, his path stopped by the sheer fact he could not pass through the smaller door Avery took. Recognizing the stone was not easily breakable, the guardian slithered back into its lair for at least the time being. It would eventually make its way out, but just how so was not information not privy to Avery. Meanwhile, the outside of the building offered little change to the scenery from before. Everywhere about a few people were minding their own business, a black landscape rolling out from behind their inverted figures. However, there was one figure not so depraved of colour now standing about. Wrapped in a yellow cloak, Falque was perched up on top of the roof of a small maintenance building, looking towards Avery with his legs dangling and kicking. He seemed completely disinterested in the matters of this world, or perhaps simply waiting for something to happen. “Nice place you picked out, by the way.” Falque stood up on the roof about 25 meters from Avery. Though he did not yell very loud, he was the only one making noise at the moment. “Now, this is the part where things really get…well, I assume you’ve met the Guardian, yes?” No doubt Falque was referring to the red-eyed monster that chased Avery down along the way. He didn’t seem all too concerned about it either, perhaps to some fault in that he didn’t even bother to warn the poor boy about the creature, either. “The Guardian can only see. It cannot hear, smell, or anything else. However, it can see everywhere…” Falque rose his hand almost directly up, pointing right high into the sky and at a gigantic purplish-red sun blazing in it. “…except for within the shadows of the Red Star. Unfortunately for you, it’s high noon here and the shadows are small. But even a little shade…” Falque moved to underneath a tree, directly cloaked in its leaf umbrella. There didn’t seem to be any shade however…Falque looked just as “dark” as he did before, “…can throw off the Guardian’s senses.” A loud, metallic hiss sounded on the roof of the museum, directly above Avery’s head. “Your job is to reach the shrine before the Guardian eats you. Finding shade will be difficult at first, but over time your own eyes will start to adjust and see exactly where it is. Even a small amount of shade will keep you safe, but remember: the Guardian is otherwise omniscient. Good luck.” With that, a horrific bellow exploded directly above Avery, the jaws of the Guardian bearing down on the unassuming Avery… Edited by Falque, May 16 2011, 03:40 PM.
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| CarrotBird | May 19 2011, 05:06 PM Post #12 |
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Avery nodded blankly, not quite registering Falque's words, nor the fact that he was even there. He was simply responding to the sound of his voice. His mind was as much of a haze as his vision. He rather wish he hadn’t lost half of his glasses. He listened to Falque speak for a little longer, letting his mind clear up a little. Where was the man... Avery looked around, then spotted him, or rather a yellow blob, on top of some sort of rectangle. What was it? It certainly hadn't been on the map he'd used... had they renovated, recently? He made a note of the building, which was a bit of a detour from the shrine he’d been planning to return to, although it was at least in the same general direction. "I think I'm sort of scared of it, actually," Avery said, surprising himself with his ability to form a coherent answer. "The black death you are presumably referring to when you say ‘Guardian’, that is. But I don't particularly want to go back to check just yet. Maybe when my heartbeat returns to normal." And it could see everywhere but… in the shadows of the Red Star above him, was it? Odd, he hadn’t noticed that before, either… not to mention that the circular thing was a bit blue, too. Red Star seemed like a bit of a misnomer. Anyhow, what were the chances of him being in shadow right now? Did this red-purple star act like the sun? Wasn’t he just inside right now? Wasn’t the inside of a building in the shadow of the sun? Did it only count if there was no light at all? Wait, how was he supposed to see if there was no light? Wasn’t there no light anywhere at all anyways? Maybe he should have gone for blackvision first, hrm… How on earth or shadow plane or whatever did this creature work, anyways, seeing everywhere except in shadows? Wasn’t Falque going to get himself killed, too? Really- Oh, there was that noise again. It was coming from above him, so he was probably going to die if he stayed here. To reach the shrine, by hiding in shadow… Well, now Falque was standing in shadow himself, from what he could tell. Was that a tree? That was probably a tree, unless it was some sort of weird canopy, but it was high noon, so standing beneath an object ought to be enough… A louder noise suggested to him that he should really get going, now, and Avery, seeing no other way to survive, made a mad dash for the yellow blob in the distance, knowing that the shade was near him. He ran until Falque disappeared from sight, meaning he was likely against a wall (a quick check determined that he indeed was). He looked up. Not a reddish sky blob in sight, only a… canopy. Yes, it was a canopy. He was probably in shadow, then, unless the red star decided to act completely backwards. He would see, in a moment. He would see. “Falque, out of plain curiousity, are you trying to kill me or do you actually have faith in my making it back?” Avery’s voice had only the slightest hint of concern, but nonetheless it was there. |
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| RFalque | May 19 2011, 08:03 PM Post #13 |
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“Scared.” Falque repeated the word with little enthusiasm on his part. There was no real though behind saying the word, just a brief echoing of Avery’s own statement. He didn’t smile nor frown, and Avery would have no idea of what his face betrayed of the situation. If Avery was indeed scared, he’d be running very soon, what with the sharp hiss coming from above him so slowly, delicately, and murderously. Avery’s dive under the tree’s shade had spared him an immediate gruesome end by the Guardian, the monster missing Avery by just a hair as it swept right over his head, gliding into the air and into the wooded part father past. It seemed the forest that Falque and Avery had entered was now creeping its way back to this world. What did it mean, really? Did it mean anything at all? At least, if anything, that meant there was plenty of shade for Avery to utilize. Unfortunately, the beast was busy patrolling through it all, and it did not necessarily need to perceive someone to deliver them a fatal blow. Avery would still need to be cautious in order to keep from the Guardian’s stomach. “Hmm…yes.” A mathematician’s answer, one Falque had deliberately kept ambiguous to keep the fear in Avery’s heart. Fear of the denizens of the darkness was something he’d have to conquer in the first place. Already, after one narrow escape, the shade of the Red Sun was becoming more visible. It was bare, hardly of any use at all, but at least it was manifesting. “If I didn’t have faith that you couldn’t make it back, I’d never have let you come with me. If I weren’t trying to put you in mortal danger, you’d never understand one of the deeper lessons of this trial. If you want to be a being of shadow, you must prove that you can survive as one.” With that, Falque dropped from the top of the maintenance building and stood in front of Avery, examining the tree pattern and the Guardian out nearly 10 metres from their position. It seemed relatively docile for the time being, but whether it was safe to move ahead was a different issue entirely. Falque was the first to test the matter, exiting the shade of the tree only to have the Guardian immediately twist around and scream, lunging at the albino. Without a break in his stride, the boy’s body shifted drastically to the side, sliding right under another canopy of shade without a sweat broken. So much for Avery however, who lacked more than a few of Falque’s ‘gifts’. “Take your time, and take the longer path if you need to. Better late than dead.” |
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| CarrotBird | May 21 2011, 07:07 AM Post #14 |
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The first word was enough to instill something in Avery. He wasn't at first sure what it was, but as he continued to listen it became clear. Very clear. If people could glow with happiness, Avery probably would have burned Falque's face of by now with his joy, if not for the cloak. A smile crept over his face, only growing as he realized that he could actually find the shadows that would keep him alive, now, despite how small they were. Suddenly, Avery found Falque in front of him. "Well," Avery said, a certain bubbliness evident in his voice, and even more evident in the smile he still held, "I'll be sure to prove something today, at least. I was sort concerned you'd say no, you know, that you weren't actually sure what you were doing, but even if I do end up dead I don't mind it so much knowing you'd accepted such as a possibility and it didn't just wind up happening." Then Falque was gone again, barely managing to escape the Guardian's attack. Even his eyes couldn't miss the yellow cloak swishing off to the side, and heading off into the heavily shaded area in the distance. A forest? It was likely enough. Avery couldn't help but stare a little after Falque's impossible little manouever, but still remembered to respond to his comment. "I'll do my best, Falque!" he called. But there was quite an issue. Avery had traversed the only occasionally shaded sidewalks in order to make it to the Museum of Natural History, and he doubted he could make it into the wooded areas in time to not be eaten, considering his speed, the Guardian's speed, and the paved road in between him and the woods, although by lucky chance it had been closed off, for whatever reason. Perhaps his borrowing of items had had something to do with it. In any case, it was the only thing preventing him from getting squished by a car before the Guardian could even get to him. It occured to Avery there were no forests anywhere in the National Mall, let alone the Smithsonian complex. There were areas shaded by trees, but none as thickly as some of the areas he could see now... It was something he could possibly use to his advantage later on, but the fact remained that the forest, or whatever it was, was too far away, at the moment. Avery took another look around, trying to find another way to continue on. There was another line of trees a far more decent distance away, at least close enough for him to determine it was most certainly comprised of trees. Though it was in entirely the wrong direction, it'd serve as somewhere to hide if need be. Avery had decided to check just how intelligent the Guardian was. He searched for something on the ground to pick up, not wanting to attempt to climb the tree unless absolutely necessary, and finally settled on a branch. He picked it up and tossed it in the Guardian's general direction, poised to run if it was clever enough to head for the origin of the throw. |
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| RFalque | May 22 2011, 09:55 AM Post #15 |
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Falque did not much to offer in response. In fact, even the small smile he offered in response was lost behind the shadow of his yellow hood. He did, however, give a small nod to the boy as he leaned against a tree, waiting to observe Avery’s next course of action. Even though the Guardian was nearby, waiting for something to come into view, Falque was not quite intent on leaving Avery behind with that monster. In fact, he watched with a careful eye as Avery formulated his own plan to ‘beat’ the Guardian. The boy picked up a branch…he wasn’t really planning to throw it at the Guardian, was he? No, he certainly was, but why? As far as Falque was concerned that would just leave the Guardian to chase the boy down. Did Avery think he could outmanoeuvre the beast? A possibility, but Falque was sceptical if such a plan would work. Regardless, he silently kept watch as Avery tossed the stick, the darkness around him slowly gathering in case something went awry. As for the Guardian, its trail had gone cold, leaving it to roam slowly and idly in the opening as it waited for one of the intruders to step into its domain. Instead, it received a thrown branch coming from what it perceived as nowhere. Curious, the Guardian ignored the branch (it was aware it was not edible) and wandered over to Avery’s position. It was slow at first, until suddenly the monster lunched itself at phenomenal speed right into the tree, nearly toppling it before it dug its claws into the bark and very much uprooted the tree out of simple desire to find its prey. If Avery had, for some reason, decided against running, he’d have to reconsider now that his means of shade had quite literally disappeared before his eyes. In the meantime, Falque kept a close watch on the beast and Avery as his mantle continued to materialize around him. |
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| CarrotBird | May 22 2011, 05:49 PM Post #16 |
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"Well," Avery said chipperly as the Guardian headed towards him, "that rules out the Guardian being a complete and utter idiot." It was an unfortunate thing to learn, but at the same time rather interesting; he couldn't help but wonder what other interesting behaviour it would exhibit. Figuring it would be suicidal not to, Avery headed to the shade on the far side of the tree, where the Guardian would not outright crash into him. He had the choice of heading to either the forest, or the line of trees, though he'd far prefer the former, if he could make it. Maybe he could have a chat with Falque on the way back on the topic of returning here to examine the behaviour of the Guardian further. What were the chances of the Guardian completely toppling over the tree, anyways? There was a building behind it, so unless it managed to crack it in half he should actually be safe behind it. Oh, he was right! The Guardian was now lunging towards the tree, making it, in all likelihood, a good time to move. He dashed towards the forest, taking a quick glance back to see it crash into the tree and uproot the thing. He'd feel some pity for it, having lost time digging its claws into something he was no longer hiding under, except he was running for dear life towards the ever growing shade, not taking his eyes off the darkness as it likely threw down the tree and headed after him. Or maybe it didn't. What were the chances? Avery just kept on running, not so much towards the forest anymore as the temple beyond it, though he was forced to stop when he tripped over a root, only barely managing to keep himself from falling flat on his face. Well, was he in shade? It certainly seemed darker, but there was no harm in checking. He looked up. Shade. Phew. He looked left. And there was his favourite yellow blob. "Falque," he said, his fatigue becoming evident to him as he had to pause for breath, then sit down in the dirt. Perhaps he should leave the topic of returning for a later point in time. "If... if I knew this was going to happen to me, I would have brought something to write on... and a spare pair of glasses." Speaking of which, Avery removed his glasses, carefully wiping the only cracked lens remaining. "Though... I don't know how to contact an optometrist anyhow." Edited by CarrotBird, May 22 2011, 05:50 PM.
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| RFalque | May 23 2011, 12:42 PM Post #17 |
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So much for a quick meal. The Guardian had already dug its claws into the tree when it saw Avery burst off to the nearby woods, its simple inability to turn immediately leaving it to collide with the trunk. Nonetheless, in the vague hope that someone else was cowering beneath the shade, the monster tore the tree right out and threw it away, only to find disappointment and little else. It gave chase to Aver immediately after, but by the time it reached the wood, Avery was already hidden away in its shade. Defeated, the beast rose up over the canopies and disappeared from view. For now. Falque himself, once wrapped in darkness, was now removing his mantle now that signs of danger had disappeared. It would not have been immediately obvious to Avery, but one of the reasons he survived at all was because a single thick tendril, mighty in strength and mightier in grip, had managed to latch onto the Guardian’s tail and keep it from sharply turning. It was a small act of mercy, but Falque truly thought nothing of it. Avery proved he was brave enough to pull a trick like that on the Guardian, there really wasn’t much more needed to believe he could overcome his fear. Falque followed Avery down into the forest and towards the temple, keeping a fair enough distance that didn’t seem overbearing, yet always just in the range of view for Avery in case he needed answers or aid for something. As it turned out, the boy had stopped to talk to Falque, and in return the albino listened. “Something to write on? I really don’t think you should be spending your time writing about how you were nearly eaten alive.” Falque chuckled, moving gently closer to Avery. “I can take you to an optometrist later, though. For now, you have your last challenge ahead of you.” As Avery would now discover, his ability to discern the shadows of the Red Sun was now completely discovered. The shade was well-contrasted with the already dark world. Falque pointed towards a clearing, and sure enough the temple was already in perfect view from where they stood. The world was beginning to collapse inward, drawing them towards the central location. There was, in all essence, no turning back now. While the distance was short, it would not be at all easy, however. Sure enough, the Guardian had returned, patrolling above the roof of the temple in wait. “This time, no tricks will help you.” Falque said it simply, stepping back and leaning against one tree. “This time, you will need to cross the clearing as a shadow, in order to enter the temple. Once you’ve done that, you’ll have succeeded your lesson.” “Remember the powder you consumed? That should have digested fully by now. Part of its purpose was to draw a connection to the spiritual realm and the physical for the consumer. The other purpose, however, is to reinforce and maintain that connection permanently. Your time in here has allowed you to discern the shade, but also to draw power from them. Take out your totem, whatever it was that you grabbed. Concentrate on examining it, and remembering exactly where you retrieved it from. That’s all you’ll need to do, and suddenly you’ll find yourself in an even stranger world.” To show what Falque meant, the boy had immediately started to meld with the shade under him, his feet growing not only dark, but seemingly sinking into the earth beneath them. His body followed suit, and finally his head had dipped into the pool of darkness. In a few moments, Avery could see Falque emerge from inside the temple, his body in the shade as he yelled out, “Once you’ve become a shadow, follow me here!” |
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| CarrotBird | May 25 2011, 06:10 PM Post #18 |
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Glasses (glass?) on. Avery shook himself off a bit, deciding he'd be alright with walking after all, and headed off, taking care every once in a while to make sure Falque was still there, as on the edge of his vision he could only barely see the man through the lens. Why did he have to be so shifty and off in the distance? "Well, seems an interesting enough topic to me," Avery quipped, pleasantly surprised as Falque decided not to be obscenely far away from him. Oh, a last challenge, was it? And the opportunity to be able to see properly again? How lovely. Though he had to admit the situation wasn't quite so bad, now that the shadows had properly showed themselves. Nice and out in the open, now, they were. ...Well. That thing, that Falque just command, it was… He didn't really think he could- Well, it was certainly possible, but... Alright! He was doing this! At Falque’s command, Avery pulled his chunk of meteorite out of his pocket, then watched as the man went on his own shadowy way, passing the Guardian without issue. Well, time to become a shadow. He had to concentrate… There was the ragged side that had been forcefully torn away from the main object… Wait, wasn’t becoming a shadow sort of completely impossible? Avery mentally strangled the little voice in the back of his head. It had very recently been demonstrated to him that becoming a shadow was not at all impossible, and if it was he wouldn’t have come here to begin with, not to mention that the whole of the dual campuses seemed impossible anyways. He’d just have to scratch out his little mental list of what could be done and what not. Arrgh! Avery muttered angrily under his breath about how, if he ever found a way, he was do something to his inner voice involving twenty pounds of duct tape and a spoon or three. Frustration clearly washed over him, but he was determined! He… he could totally do this! Hrm… from the top, then. The Museum of Natural History had three floors, on the second of which the Hall of Geology, Gems, and Minerals was contained. There, he’d gotten his little souvenir. Avery turned the rock over in his hand. Chondrules, though not many. He had in his hands part of a chondrite, then. Looking at the inside, from where he had broken it, there was a distinct Widmanstatten pattern on it. Likely an H chondrite, then. As Avery thought, he began, though he did not realize, to, for lack of a better word, glow darkly. Melding into the shadows, however, was harder to miss. It began with his feet. Though securely in his boots, Avery began to feel the grass below him, though not as if he was simply standing on it, barefoot; it was as if he was not only weightless, but frictionless, as well; somehow not rubbing against the grass he was on, but merely… existing against it. Even as he thought this, he continued to sink onto the ground, and he watched the landscape as it rose above him. He found he could no longer move them the way they were meant to be moved, as was only natural; after all, his muscles were three-dimensional, as the rest of his body was. Then he was blinded. He remained in his position, frozen, uncertain what to do. Was this expected? Had he screwed up somehow? He simply turned his head, and the sky came into view. He was confused. Why had it taken him so long to figure out something so obvious? He thought about what exactly it was he’d done. He’d turned. And yet, that was not all of it; he’d turned away from the two-dimensional surface he was lying on. It was something, as he realized, that would be completely impossible, were he truly two-dimensional. So, having thought he was, he refrained from attempting such a thing. Yet, even though he had managed to turn, it could not be said, in his strange state, that he had any depth. So what exactly was it he had done, if turning in the manner he had was impossible? Avery thought of something more familiar to him. The concept of projection. The projection of a three-dimensional object onto a two-dimensional plane would appear to gain, lose and contort its features as it turned in the third dimension. It was what was occurring to him, in a way. He was the projection of his three-dimensional body. He was his own shadow. It had taken several minutes for Avery to come to a conclusion that was obvious to the naked eye, and yet it was one that was necessary for him to truly accept the situation he was in; the ability to connect his completely foreign situation to something he knew and comprehended brought him the confidence he needed to move on. He understood himself to be able to turn and move in the way he could as a three-dimensional body, although it seemed to be the clothing he was wearing and his totem had simply been absorbed into him, and so he turned “forwards”, towards the temple, and found he could see it, as he’d expected. He moved towards it, a disconcerting thing to do due to not actively using the natural processes in his body to propel himself, but simply moving, and due to sheer speed. The ground, and the guardian, whisked past him in seconds. Well, there he was, in the temple again. More familiar with how to conduct himself in his state, now, he willed himself to no longer be bound to the shadows. He’d almost gotten used to willing himself, in that short time; returning to the painfully inelegant and inefficient world of gravity, and using the contraction of his muscles to move, Avery simply fell over. He lay there, feeling the effects of gravity, of friction, simply, quietly interacting with his three-dimensional environment as the air moved over him. It was… strange, what he’d been to. But very pleasant. He’d never learned so much in such a short period of time. He’d memorized greatly, but never learned quite like he just had. He took a breath, against his will, knowing that his body required it, and then moved, gently, to pick up the totem he’d dropped. Then he spoke. It seemed like forever since he’d done such a thing. “We need to do this again some time, Falque.” There wasn’t the most enthusiasm in the statement, though it was recognizable to those sensitive to such things. He was simply too busy existing to add in any more. |
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| RFalque | May 26 2011, 06:30 PM Post #19 |
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Falque was, of course, not much aware of the sort of experiences Avery was going through as he turned his body into something else. In fact, Falque’s experience was much different than that of his pupil’s when he first encountered his strange form. In all truth, he had expected Avery to take on a similar feeling, a feeling of crawling on one’s belly through strange caverns of darkness. However, what allowed Falque to wander in such a state and Avery was an entirely different design. As Avery had come back to existence, Falque could perceive some of that difference on the boy’s face. Truly, Avery had a fairly unique experience. “Again?” Falque smiled a moment, turning to enter further into the shrine and away from the Guardian, whose domain was quickly closing in on it. The dark world was now melting away before their eyes, and inside the temple natural light had taken the Red Sun’s place. A few odd things were set up on one of the benches, but of all of the items, Falque merely took a cup of what seemed like water and handed it to Avery. “Drink this, you’ll find yourself dehydrated pretty soon.” Finally, the world outside had returned to normal, apparently the strange hold of the spirits and the odd powder now losing the last vestiges of its power. “So, you managed to turn into a shadow. That’s all I can handle today, but…” Falque thought to himself for a moment, “If you really want to come back, I may be able to arrange it. Another time, though. I need some rest, and I don’t want spirits coming and disturbing my dreams.” “Don’t forget to practice now. You’ll need that if you want to go back to at realm.” With that, Falque started his way out of the temple after gathering his things, not waiting for Avery to keep up, though there was certainly no difficulty in the matter should the cross-dresser choose to. |
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| CarrotBird | May 28 2011, 09:52 AM Post #20 |
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Again? Well, of course again. Again would be lovely, though it'd have to be at some point when he wasn't quite so out of it, now that Avery thought about it. There was a cup in front of his face. Avery moved to pick it up, and nodded. Drinking. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was, or maybe he'd just become thirsty now. Tentatively, he tipped the cup towards his lips, tasting the substance within. It didn't taste exactly like anything he knew. Water, perhaps? Water at home was likely different than water here, depending on where exactly Falque had obtained it. The water around campus tasted different from different taps, or when filtered, as well, though only slightly. But even if it wasn't water or another innocuous fluid, it was alright. He trusted Falque not to, say, drug him except if it was for the sake of an experiment or other such noble causes, and that was perfectly acceptable. He drunk more eagerly, this time, and finished the drink in just a moment, then listening to Falque. Spirits... something to read about in the future. Not to ask Falque about. He needed rest from people bothering him for a moment. Thinking along the same lines, he only nodded to Falque's suggestion. Practicing was sure to be interesting anyhow. Then Falque started to move, out of the temple. Avery scrambled to his feet as fast as he could, running over to him and passing him back his cup. "You forgot your cup, Falque. And I'd get lost if you left me behind, anyways, seeing as I just followed you here." Then he slowed to walk with his yellow-cloaked companion, back in his own realm. |
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