| Warm, soothing goo surrounds your body. It's so hard to move, and impossible to think. You may not realize it yet, but you have been selected for the Crew of the Vesmir. Oh, sure, you may not be capable of anything good or wholesome, and fine, you not even know what space is, but that doesn't matter to your moon-sized captor. You have been chosen, stolen from the only home you have known, and are now forced to suffer the indignities only a ship of kobolds can provide. Perhaps it's not as serious as all that. Somewhere between the crystal spheres and the endless void of space drifts a giant, living, silent ship. The Vesmir. Home. Once you log in, this annoying block of text goes away: |
| 1.9.8: And now my story's done; Ozymandias Crow has a drink. | |
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| Ozymandias Crow | Apr 11 2009, 11:26 PM Post #1 |
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Professor Ozymandias Crow read on, the steady succession of books showing little sign of abating. It was punctuated, some little time later by the arrival of an excited kobold clutching something that, almost shockingly, wasn't a book. Instead, the kobold had returned with a small jar, scuffed from frequent use but otherwise quite clean, but for the bright green opaque liquid inside. A few drops clung to the outside of the rim, spilt whilst pouring perhaps. Ozymandias nodded his thanks, and took the jar. He paused his oratory only long enough to take a simple sip, noting to himself the almost sweet taste of aniseed, perhaps? It seemed innocuous enough, actually quite refreshing, though with an faint, crystaline bite that hinted at salt. He traced the lines of text with his right hand hovering just above the surface of the books as they were offered. He found that simply allowing the Kobolds a paragraph or two, whilst they held the book themselves, seemed to keep things moving most smoothly and with a minimal amount of elbowing. This left his left hand free to cradle the green-filled close to his chest, taking frequent sips to keep his throat wet and comfortable. Before long, he was becoming quite expansive. In contrast to his halting, careful reading upon starting, he began to put increasing amounts of emphasis and drama into his voice. With the Kobolds hanging on every word, it was actually quite intoxicating. The surreal juxtaposition catching him off balance in places, as he switched from one mood to another, scientific tome to erotic novel. The idea of these book loving creatures, lovingly tending such a vault of knowledge; Living and dying and never reading a single word? Oh, but the thought of it had become a driving motivator for Ozymandias. "You know what? I'm going to read to you, like this, or maybe one book at a time later, okay? I will. But, well, that's not enough, is it? I'm going to teach you all to read! Well, maybe one or two of you, then they can teach the rest of you? I don't know. We'll work it out, we will!" he grinned at them, excitedly. He expected cheering, If truth be told. What he got was silence, as a couple of hundred Kobolds all stopped whispering and shifting at once, faces pressed up close to their knees as they sat on the floor or queued politely with books. He stared back, purple and green orbs scanning over the crowd in confused anticipation. They stared back at Ozymandias staring back. A moment or two passed, before the Sorts-By-Light piped up in a hushed voice, "..Really? Is true?" Ozymandias nodded enthusaistically in return, noting absently that his vision kind of blurred as he did. 'Funny that.' He thought, taking another sip. The look that Sorts gave in reply was something between complete disbelief and utter jubilation. It was almost instantly lost in a crowd of flailing arms and excited screams. The floor seemed to boil and explode as a hundred seated Kobolds or more suddenly leapt to their feet and began jumping around, hugging each other and dancing wildly, wooping and yipping. It was more than Ozymandias could take, and he broke down laughing uncontrollably for a while, till his eyes ran with tears and his face went red. It was all lost in the excitement, as he finished the jar of lovely liquid in a steadying gulp. He grinned and giggled at them as they climbed all over him in ways the Doctor would probably not have welcomed, but that Ozymandias Crow found unexpectedly reassuring. He sighed deeply, an un-noticed tension leaving his body as he leans into the Lizardy group-hug. For a moment, he has to fight to keep from weeping, but it passes. "We need...well." He begins, his voice all but lost in the sudden din. "We need some kind of screen, perhaps?" He mutter. "A couple of Lenses, a really bright Bulb, or a great BIG, glass-lidded box. With that Glowing-stuff in it..." He trailed off, grasping for the idea before it was lost entirely. "Or, eh." He yawned, compulsively. "...'nother drink?" He asked, woozily. |
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