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Post by MESSENGER on Oct 18, 2013 2:34:36 GMT
Messenger glanced back to Erik, who was working diligently. The ground was soft, the shovel sank in easily and came out with light dirt. It wasn't the tightly packed dirt of a forest floor. His gaze flitted up from the hole and out to the forest. The whispers were louder now, a shiver had passed through all the mortals. Simultaneously they all seemed aware of what was starting to surround them, circle them in the clearing. The gaps between the trees seemed to close. The girl was scared, clutching her cat, and the one albino was more curious than the other, at the edge of the clearing, reaching into the darkness, into the murmuring forest. The other seemed doubtful of this whole thing, and Messenger was by his side in moments, with a chuckle. "You don't have to stay." He said nonchalantly, motioning out of the clearing – he could try his luck out there if he liked. Messenger wasn't the one penning them in. "And you know, if you listen closely, you can always here that noise…" Messenger continued, though at this point he was speaking for the sake of speaking, not sure if anyone was paying him any mind. Something had flitted out from the woods – it slapped against Casseiopia's hand like a clumsy bird, shot into the clearing, just short of the hole being dug. It looked soft and gnarled, with wings like the soft bark peeled from trees, a cloud of dirt and some mossy pollen of a powder rising as it bounced, finding its way to his feet and surveying them with beady eyes. Messenger was fishing his breast pocket now. "Keep digging."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 0:48:35 GMT
Somehow, Erik was able to completely tunnel vision on digging. Between his digging up whatever was under the 'X', feeling like a pirate, and trying to push away the increasingly annoying feeling of a buzzing off in the distance, it was actually easy to focus on one thing. Surprisingly easy considering how if under any other circumstance, Erik wouldn't be taking orders from a brightly color haired guy with strange things flying around. But he took the order like it was one sent from Creation himself, and dedicated everything to pushing dirt off to the side. He really hoped that whatever supposed treasure that was here according to Messenger really was here, and not just one of those sick pranks that some people tended to pull. @nan04 @cassiopeia KRISTOFFER KROWE MESSENGER |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 0:42:33 GMT
Ellie heard the man with the fancy hair say they could leave, but she took one look around and decided that leaving would be worse than staying. Her little mind was still filled with vivid, make-up images of what could be lurking outside the clearing, outside the area where the adults could maybe protect her.
Even if she didn't know all of them, she still felt safe being surrounded by adults and a man with fancy hair.
However, when she saw something dart out of the woods and hit the other girls' hand, she didn't know what to think. It looks sort of pretty, but also sort of weird. Did things like that exist in the forest every day? Was something like normal?
Ellie wasn't sure, she didn't go into the woods very often, but she knew one thing. That the eyes on the thing made her uncomfortable.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 5:42:51 GMT
Cassiopeia was always the reckless one, stupidly so sometimes. A lot more reckless than others and it came with consequences she did not care to think about.
She almost flinched at the sudden flutter against the back of her hand and instead of pulling it back, her arm flung for the mysterious creature out of instinct but barely caught its tail. "What a curious little thing." Her voice was light airy and drunken, raising at the end as she turned at crouched down before it for a better look. Curious might not have been the right word for the look in those dark little beady eyes, more of a causious look, she'd suppose. And before she could register a proper name for the thing Cass reached out her hand again, more tentatively than the last time, satring right back at it as the creature studied her, letting out a soft luring whistle.
Not much could hurt her now, and nothing left a permanent scar. There wasn't a red mark on her hand that could hint towards the clumsy entrance the thing made. "I don't suppose you have a name for it." |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Oct 21, 2013 20:44:35 GMT
Definitely not.
Kristoffer was not going to try and escape those woods on his own. No way, no how. He'd rather die with people around him than on his own if he was going to die at all.
It sure was sad to think that way, but at least it was rational.
"I don't think I've ever heard these noises before," the whitelette replied to the otherworldly man, his eyes a little wide with curiosity, tinted with a hint of fear.
At about that time, his attention turned to the other albino and he gasped slightly at the sight of the dark creature she was holding. Kristoffer didn't dare go near it, even if she was holding it by the tail. Who knew what it could do to him if it decided it wanted to turn around and bite him. The marks on the girl's hand seemed to almost disappear if even they were there in the first place and Kristoffer started to wonder about her as well.
Was she some sort of mystical being, too? He didn't bother to ask, didn't see the point. The whitelette didn't think he could take in much more without thinking he was either going bonkers or asleep and dreaming.
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Post by MESSENGER on Oct 27, 2013 5:48:29 GMT
"It's a wood sprite." He replied, sounding disgruntled. He thought of mentioning that she should put it down, but supposed that she'd realize it quick enough. She really was fearless – and Messenger was certain that her new gifts were only a part of it. He watched the little creature struggle, kicking up dust. He wrinkled his nose and pressed a handkerchief over his mouth and nose. The dust was harmless to him, sure, but it wasn't a pleasant thing to breathe in. He glanced from the one that Cass was holding, eyes darting to Erik who was thankfully still making headway with his digging, before he scanned the forest past them. The chanting was louder now, and with the first one in, it was as if the damn had broken – they rushed into the clearing, thick in the air like a hive of bees, or maybe angry wasps – more than enough sting. A few of them beat against him, and Messenger just scowled and batted them away – the worst part, for him, was that they obstructed his vision. Between the cloud of dust as they bumped into each other and the people in the clearing, he didn't see where they were headed until they had already found their way there after much zigzagging and – concentrated around Erik, who Messenger doubted was getting any digging done now. There were more clumped throughout the clearing, beating themselves against Ellie and Cass as well, clawing with sharp, angry little hands. He didn't pay any attention to them though, striding towards Erik, striding towards what really mattered. The chanting was deafening. The sprite's dust is poisonous to humans – it stings on contact, raises hives, makes their eyes water and could cause trouble breathing if they breathed enough in. It has a lesser effect on Cass because of her accelerated healing.
Erik and Ellie are swarmed, Cassiopeia is caught in a cloud of dust, and Kristoffer is unharmed, though he might come into contact with a bit of dust from stray sprites.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2013 0:01:32 GMT
It became suddenly clear that he wasn't going to be getting away with simply digging up whatever it was that Messenger was interested in. In fact, it seemed like whatever he was digging up, these apparent wood sprites were hellbent on keeping him from doing so - as evident by the swarm around him. The chanting kept getting louder, to the point where Erik really couldn't just ignore it. Leaving the shovel upright in the dirt, Erik pulled up his shirt above his nose and mouth to keep the cloud of dust from being as bothersome as it looked. With his other hand, he batted at the sprites, vision slowly blurring as they decided to swarm around. Taking a few steps back, he attempted to pull Ellie along with him away from the hole and closer to Messenger. @nan04 @cassiopeia KRISTOFFER KROWE MESSENGER |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 3:07:30 GMT
Ellie didn't understand the little things flying around her. She was fascinated by them, yet at the same time she was terrified of them. Raul batted at her mouth and nose, and Ellie had to tear her big brown eyes away from chanting creatures to focus her attention at him.
She didn't know what he wanted, but the nose and mouth meant breathing, so Ellie puffed out her cheeks and held her breath, holding Raul tight in her arms. As soon as she'd done so, she felt someone tug her, and she stumbled a few steps before finding her feet again. The man with silver hair was pulling her along, where were they headed? Ellie wasn't sure, but these creatures were starting to scare her more than they were fascinating her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2013 4:45:32 GMT
Voodoo Chile. A numb burn spreaded from her fingertips. Cassiopeia tossed it away with an unsavory look on her face and let the wood sprite— whatever that actually entailed— reunited with the swarm. She was quick to cover her nose with the crook of her elbow, shielding herself from the dust as the clearing was shadowed by the chattering, screeching creatures. The odd sprite flew out of the vague formation they held before Cass swatted it back callously. Rumpled as she could be, the spoiled brat inside stilled resented very idea of getting dirty. Her tolerance only stretches so far, and frankly, letting the soles of these heels touching this ground was already pushing it. Annoyance welled up along with the tear in her eyes. Another little pest (or it was the same one since she had no way or interest of telling them apart) strayed from the swarm and got a little too close for comfort. Cursing under her breath, Cassiopeia took half a step back into the clearing, made a gesture to slap it away before pausing. She missed. Her hand hit air yet she could still see the earthy figure getting knocked off its course through her blurred visions. The unnatural gust of wind continued to flourish and spiral for a little while, pushing away the cloud of dust. And for a split second there she could actually breathe. KRISTOFFER KROWEcoded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Nov 19, 2013 21:24:46 GMT
Kristoffer ran off to the side, trying to avoid all the little creatures starting to fill the area. This whole situation was scaring him and he really didn't like it.
Quickly, he brought up the end of the scarf he was wearing and covered his nose and mouth, though just a little did manage to get into his face. It caused him to cough, but he settled down quickly enough once he started to breathe through the fabric of his scarf. It seemed to filter the air well enough.
The sight was frightning, a giant swarm of dark creatures clouded around everyone in the clearing. Even the strange man didn't seem all that pleased with having them around.
Kristoffer crouched down, squatting there on the ground and covered his face with his scarf, clinging to the fabric as he prayed the little creatures would go away, muttering under his breath. He'd honestly never prayed before, but he put everything he had into it right then and there. He just wanted them to go away!
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Post by MESSENGER on Dec 10, 2013 4:04:40 GMT
In the chaos of the clearing, the air thick with dust and humans stumbling through the swarming sprites, even Messenger needed a minute to get his bearings. He was standing right over the beginnings of the hole, where the creatures swarmed even more thickly. Looking more annoyed than anything he crouched down, fingers scrabbling through the dirt - there was a thin layer left, a bit he could dust off before hitting the top of something hard. So damn close. He straightened and looked around the clearing - Cassiopeia had managed a little whirlwind, a little pocket of clear air, and the rest of the mortals had, predictably, run as far from the sprites as possible. Out of seemingly nowhere, he had in his hand a fruit. It looked succulent, glinting sleek and juicy even in the dim woods. He doubted they paid much attention even as he tossed the ripe fruit towards the edge of the clearing. It disappeared into the woods for hardly a second before it swung backwards from a golden length of string that had appeared just as suddenly, tethering it to a low hanging branch. The sprites went for the fruit, like he knew they would. Messenger didn't waste time on satisfaction - it would only distract them so long. He snapped his fingers. "Here's the treasure." He pointed into the hole. It was a carved wooden chest, and it was their treasure. He didn't quite touch it or pull it, yet it seemed to shake the dirt off itself, wiggling eagerly as if asking to be lifted up.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2014 2:12:01 GMT
Thankfully, the girl came along with him, though really she didn't seem to have that much of a choice as he pulled her along and out of the thick of it. Bending down in front of her, he pulled down his shirt-mask to speak. "Pull up the top of your shirt, use it like a breathing mask, okay?" It wasn't really a life-or-death situation, he still really wanted to be sure that she'd be okay. He didn't want a kid's death to be on his- or anyone's, really -hands by the end of this.
When the red haired dude mentioned something about treasure, he walked over. Ironically, the sprites went for the fruit, seemed like a good tasting fruit, and at that point he wouldn't really care if she stayed where he put her or tagged along. Well, he did, but so long as she was okay. Inside the hole, there was a brown wooden chest, and Erik found himself bending down to look at it - really with no intention of keeping it, just to sate his curiosity.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 6:42:50 GMT
Of course he would have a way of ridding those pests. And of course he'd only do something after they had made a mess. Cassiopeia brushed off the mythical dust from her hands in silent annoyance, flipping her hair back though it only added to the unruliness.
She was suddenly a lot less interested in what kind of treasure Jubilee had to offer. She didn't ditch the ballroom just to be caught in another suffocating event, more literally this time. All the dust and creepy little things. What little patience she had was wearing thin, and the telltale signs begun showing. Leisurely, she moved to stand beside Erik, who she'd met sometime before but couldn't be bothered to remember at the moment.
"It better be a hairbrush." Her comment came out in a cool, vain whisper, fingers running through the silvery tangles carefully. She didn't mean half of the things she said. At this point, what was actually inside didn't really matter. And she wasn't about to get her hands dirty.
The box was still shaking away in its hole, before Cassiopeia kicked up the dirt it hardly shook off in a childish fit. It didn't seem to take note of the small setback.
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Jan 14, 2014 19:00:46 GMT
Slowly he walked up to the hole and peered inside, watching the chest shake to and fro and side to side. It looked like nobody was willing to pick up the chest. Everyone just sort-of looked at it with weird expressions on their faces, his included.
"I'll pick it up," he offered, looking up to everyone around. "If... If nobody else wants to pick it up, I mean."
His hands were playing with the ends of his hair as he waited for an answer or some kind of movement towards the box. If nobody else was going to get it, he was.
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