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Post by Nathalia on Aug 17, 2011 22:03:05 GMT -5
Beo awoke to find himself upside down and distinctly uncomfortable.
Something smelled...a bit like dust and old peeling paint.
His ghostly companion never far from him, Wiglaf also; for the first time in an eternity, found himself waking up.
Both seem to be in what appears to be an abandoned attic.
Stretching for a good ways into the deep dark, they can see a few locked trunks, thick rolled up rugs leaning against the grey walls, and a small chair, with an unconscious Kahmden Bird lying awkwardly in it.
There are no windows up here and it's quite dark.
The last thing the pair really remember doing was trying to find Vaska and check up on him, seeing as he was finally out of the hospital wing.
Beo specifically remembers making it to the palace gates to ask the boy's whereabouts, when he saw an odd mist in the distance, and smelled something...chemical based, nearby.
Sindri, poor thing, was simply going shopping downtown.
Trying to avoid the uncivilized riff-raff from outside the Kahmden, she was just trying to get to the Mom and Pop shoppe run by those of her own Realm, when an odd mist had descended over the downtown area. People had run screaming before she could even ask a question.
Something, had then grabbed her from out of the mist, and dragged her backwards, alerting her to what they had been running from. The shock knocked her out, it would seem, leading her to wake up...here...with this odd Josiggy Bird.
Hmph!
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Post by Solistia on Aug 19, 2011 15:04:15 GMT -5
 The cramping in her right wing was probably the first thing Sindri was aware of, followed closely by the grogginess of waking from sleep. She must have accidentally rolled onto it in her sleep again (her mother would probably berate her for poor sleeping habits). She tried to shift herself into a proper sleeping position and found her sleeping space somewhat odd. The oddness was probably what prompted the sudden sobering of her senses. Her eyes flew open, then blinked what remained of sleep away. It was terribly dark and it took a moment to process what she was seeing. She appeared to be in a chair, albeit in an uncomfortable position. She maneuvered herself off the small chair, and started slowly moving her right wing in an exercise to remove the cramp. Bits of memory were starting to come back to her as she remembered last being in the downtown area of the capital, her new home. The mist and the screaming came back to her. Well this is a rather fine mess I've gotten into. Nothing like this would have happened if I'd just stayed in the Forest... but then again, she'd wanted to know more about the world and study medicine from the prestigious capital city. But no use, fretting about it now (not like fretting would get her out of this predicament any sooner), she would just have to be wary of strange fog in the future. Being free of the confines of the chair, she now took a good 360 degree look at her surroundings...and came upon an odd fellow, a Bird like herself, looking like he was from Josiggy Marsh and quite upside down at the moment. She could see he was higher in number and suit than herself, and remembered her good manners. "Excuse me, my fine sir, but you do appear to be in a rather...precarious position. Do you require assitance?" She couldn't tell if he was in that position voluntarily, forcibly, or unknowingly. |
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Post by Nathalia on Aug 26, 2011 18:08:18 GMT -5
Even as Sindri spoke to the men, she felt an odd presence...almost like a solid sensation of foreboding, sliding straight through her feathers to her heart.
Upon turning about, she will see a rather large, full-length mirror, hanging from the far wall.
Where-
Where did that come from?
A sheet lying on the floor tells that it may have been covered up before...but how did the cover slip off?
A creeping sensation, almost like a chilling wind, whipped across her feathers, and her semi-conscious companions.
With only a further split second of awareness, Sindri could have sworn she saw a pair of bright red eyes, staring out at her, before she simply vanished into darkness.
Beo was only just waking when this happened, he managed to hear what Sindri said, see her worried expression, and catch a glimpse of some odd movement on the far end of the room, before she vanished...
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Post by Yuiven on Sept 7, 2011 20:50:13 GMT -5
Beowulf felt himself drifting on the eddies of unconsciousness, swirling and bobbing in a stream of darkness, helplessly subjected to dreams that occasionally rose to the surface of his subconscious, real and so very unreal. Memories of Cards, objects, and locations he'd known taken out of their original context and the separated ingredients were inserted, then blended together to create random scenarios weirder than the sum of its parts, like a poorly-edited moving picture show in a viewing machine. Playing out in their entirety, short or feature-length, uninterrupted until the reel of coloured images with accompanying soundtrack fizzled and faded out from sight back into the void of unfathomable, silent black once more. "Excuse me, my fine sir, but you do appear to be in a rather... precarious position. Do you require assistance?" Beowulf felt his conscious self beginning to wake; the very first thing he was aware of was that the darkness inside his head was gaining texture as he heard a refined, feminine voice (though to his ears barely audible, almost as if she was talking over the sound of running water). With a soft grunting snore, the crow cracked open his eyes. Blinking rapidly to clear his vision, he tried to focus on the squat blurred form in front of him, until it finally took shape, revealing another bird, and he found himself staring into her face, flushed with a worry that bordered on fear. In this close proximity, he could make out spots in assorted shades of blue contrasting vividly with the matte of tyrian purple feathers. Kahmden? Glazed cyan eyes then strayed upwards to her breast, lingering there as he squinted to get a better look at the low Rank and Suit (Five of Clubs), before darting them back down to meet her gaze. Something "off" about this picture kept niggling at the back of his mind. Cocking his head to one side, he raised a brow, a corner of his beak pulling down into a half-frown. Unmindful of his 'precarious position,' he struggled to clear the muddle of his thoughts and to comprehend the meaning of what she'd said, with a slight shake of his head. The haze that had enveloped his mind was making him slow on the uptake. Finding it hard to concentrate, after a few seconds, understanding pierced through when he realized that she was upside-down. "Wha?" mumbled Beowulf at length, his voice still laden with the last vestiges of sleep, rumbling deeper than its usual cadence. He did not have much of a chance to feel awkward or embarrassed, for in that moment a chilling sensation, like a draught, whipped across his body, every single one of his scales seemingly frost over and the remaining feathers trying to standing on end. It caused the grogginess of sleep to evaporate instantaneously, jarring him fully awake. Everything was happening so fast; he was still trying to piece together what was going on. An odd, shadowy movement caught the edge of his peripheral vision, and he looked up, fixing his eyes on a point above her shoulder at the far end of the room. He tried get a glimpse of whatever it was, but it remained obscured from his sight. Could that be Wiglaf? Faster than he could blink, the unnamed guinea hen abruptly vanished, as a candle blown out by the wind. Tearing his gaze away, Beowulf stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the space where she had earlier stood. |
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 9, 2011 13:22:06 GMT -5
The space where the other Bird has been seemed to ripple slightly, before falling once more into bland normality.
The mirror across the room slowly darkening, until the glass was completely black and opaque.
As Wiglaf struggles into consciousness behind him, Beo is able to see and investigate the old, shattered looking remains of this attic-space.
A large, empty cabinet seems to be blocking the only door he can see, lying heavily sideways across it and spewing moth-eaten clothes across his path to it.
Across the room, is the old mirror, a broken window, and an empty china cabinet.
Out the window, the land is completely obscured by fog, only the rooftops around him can be seen...though it is obvious that he is no longer in, or near, the Courts.
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