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Post by Harpsdesire on Jan 5, 2011 14:29:46 GMT -5
Calamity giggled manically. He had done it! The blob was trapped! Only... now what? Cal looked down at the little ink blot creature through the glass, which was shaking somewhat. It looked the same as he did without the magnifying lens: blackish and squishy. There was little more to see on first glance, but he carefully peered at it anyhow.
It seemed quite strong for something so small and gooey... The cannibal knew he would be miffed to the point of a tantrum if the glass of his make-bigger-thing broke. Now he just had to figure out how to get the little thing out from under the glass without letting it escape. The one with firewings had used a pot. There was no pot within reach. The closest pot-like thing was an old-fashioned chamber pot. Cal reached for it, not knowing it's function, then pulled back his claw. It was white with pink flowers-- he wouldn't be able to see the inky thing through that!
What was see-through? Jars were. He liked jars when they were thrown away not-quite-empty and he got to lick the last stickiness of jam or canned fruit out of them. Not as satisfying as meat, but it was a nice taste sometimes. Jars were for food, jars could be for black squishy blob. The more he looked at the thing under the glass, the less edible it looked. Funny, since things usually went the opposite way for him...
Still, after his chase he wasn't about to just let the thing go. At the least he wanted to keep it until he found his siblings so they could chase it again together. Jar, then. There was surely a jar around here somewhere. He remembered seeing one.
He didn't see one now, though. Only a thick glass cannister of the sort that flour or pasta might be stored in. That was like a jar. Like enough. Enough like a jar for his purposes. Just beyond where the stack of tins had been was an additional stash of things used in the kitchen. The desired cannister was right between a colander and a rolling pin, just out of reach and out in the silvery rain, which he ow noticed with more confusion than alarm.
It was almost close enough to get without exposing his whole body to the falling droplets. Cal had to stretch his paw out to reach it, keeping the only firmly on the magnifying glass handle. Stretch.... "Why so far?" He griped. If only he had a movable baby tent like Eldy did. What was that thing called? Umbrella, his mind supplied. He had seen it marking the letter 'U' in a child's alphabet book once. This experience certainly shed some light on the purpose of the object.
With another careful few inches of stretch he retrieved his prize, gaining a few silver speckles on his leg and talons. Now the hard part. Get squishy blot into jar without letting it escape. "You hold still now." He told the thing firmly, then, readying the jar, carefully lifted the magnifying glass.
He brought the jar down over his captive with sudden speed, tipped the inkblot in with a swat of his paw and slammed the lid. "HA!" He crowed with triumph and held up his jar, taking a few seconds to fumble with the metal latch that tightened the lid. "Now got you!" His smile was almost fierce and he brought the trapped blob to eye level. "Not get away now."
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Post by Kitty on Jan 6, 2011 10:12:47 GMT -5
nova either didn't notice the silver rain, or simply didn't care as it hissed angrily when it tried to land on his fiery wings. He was far too interested in the blob that he'd managed to capture. with his free hand he readied the lid and then quickly twisted the pot and placed the lid. Luckily he'd managed to pick one with a glass lid so he could examine the thing which.... turned to liquid? He tilted his head to the side and perked his ears in that specific way canines seemed to display their confusion.
What? It's a puddle now.
He shook the pot a bit and stared, but he never let go of the lid... just in case.
What are these things? I've never seen anything like this before.
Another noise caught his attention and he looked back over his shoulder at Eldy, ah.... and umbrella? Ok.... wait. He narrowed his eyes a bit when he saw a large, shadowy figure disappear back into the office. Now that.... was stranger then the little blobs.
He stepped toward the office one more, stopping to hand Eldy his pot with the captured blob.
Make sure it doesn't escape for me, would you?
His tail was unusually stiff as he stepped back through the doorway and looked around the frozen room before stepping inside, the ice was chilly against his paw pads.
I saw you, no use hiding. Come on an come out. We don't want to hurt you.
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Post by Lucca on Jan 6, 2011 15:14:41 GMT -5
Eldy walked forward into the shop, ignoring the others and their foolishness, intent on finding matches. The umbrella was tightly clutched in her mouth, uncaring of if it made her jaws ache a bit or not to hold the now-heavy object. She delicately picked her way among the silver-coated mess on the floor of the shop...and froze as she felt something -watching- her. Dropping the umbrella (the silver rain had finally stopped, anyway) and turning around quickly, Eldy caught a glance of a large figure just darting back into the frozen office. She frowned, tail puffing up a bit. What in the world? There was someone else in here with them, and she hadn't even noticed them coming in?
She, a trained spy, would surely have noticed if...her ear flicked, picking up all the shouting and crashing in the little shop. Okay...scratch that. Someone could certainly have come in during the chaos. She frowned, but returned to looking for matches...until Nova suddenly walked up, thrust something in her paws, and went into the room after the figure. "ExCUSE me?" she demanded hotly. "Who says I want to look after your..." She frowned at the puddle of dark goo in the pot. "...your gross...whatever this is! I'm not a beast of burden! I'm a bloody HEART, not some CLUB you can just order around! AND I'm a trained spy. So if anyone is going to investigate the weird shadowy figure it'll be ME!" Forgetting about the matches, and still holding the pot, Eldy angrily stalked back into the office, her heavy ball slamming against one of the tables and toppling a bunch of ratty looking books to the ground as she failed to be as careful as before.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 12, 2011 21:47:22 GMT -5
(( Outside the door, a figure squirrels in. Fiasco! He's been tailing his brother's scent for a good while, after leaving Herelies to sleep in their box, seems he ate something terrible and has been puking a bit. After getting in, he seems ready and raring to join his brother in whatever he's doing. And, also, looking for their Cat.
The inkblot in the pot slithered out and away toward the back room Nova and Eldy headed toward, beating them inside and sliding into the darkness.
The room seemed darker and colder than before and smelled overpoweringly like ink. Something in the corner shuddered and as soon as they stepped closer...the door slammed shut behind them, trapping them inside. Small blobs of ink began to converge together, combining into a mass that raised itself slowly off the floor.
The thing reared back as the lights flickered, only barely discernible as a creature and not simply a large blob. A wide maw opened in the upper half of what must be called its head and it belts out an incredible scream that reverberates around the entire room before throwing itself headlong at Nova.))~Nathalia
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Post by Callypso on Jan 13, 2011 0:44:35 GMT -5
Dark smell. Strange smell. Magic smell? He couldn’t be sure which one it was, just that it didn’t smell right like normal smells. And it made his fur stand on end. And reminded him of sick food-meats. He didn’t like the bad food-meats. Speaking of food meats, Fiasco was beginning to think what he had gobbled up in an alley was probably sick food-meats. Or just sick. The cannibal had performed that most evil of acts and thrown up his food. What waste! He would have eaten it again, but sick foods stayed sick foods no matter how many times you ate them. This he knew. His clawed extremities clacked cheerfully upon the pavement as he trotted along the street, his optimism high despite the crawling feeling the strange smell gave him. He was tracking down his brother, his sibling’s scent growing stronger as he marched in this particular direction. This morning Cat had wandered off. The brothers had gathered together, the consensus being that Cat had become lost in the Other Place. The Other Place was frustrating to Fiasco for a couple reasons. One, that Cat couldn’t take them with her, which was a shame because it sounded quite fun to him. And two, because the Other Place took Cat whenever it wanted and the brothers had to give up time hunting food-meats to find their sister. But he loved Cat – they all did. It wouldn’t do to let Cat get too lost in the Other Place. Calamity had lead the expedition and when he went missing for far too long Fiasco had left Herelies to guard their cardboard house at the edge of town. Yes, Herelies would guard their house and precious few belongings, act as greeting party for the returning siblings and await any signs from Somebody. Perhaps Somebody would be able to explain the strange smell. There! The scent trailed away into a shabby building. It looked like a not-house for Card things? Hum. Well, if that was where his brother was that was where Fiasco would go. His stomach gave a small lurch and he became sick in front of the door, a little dribble of bile trickling down his chin. The Heart’s face twisted in disgust and upset as he watched his stomach’s contents pooling on the pavement. So sad! Lost food-stuffs! Fiasco found himself feeling frustrated and angry at his loss of nutrients, but just then his brother’s scent took on an excited edge, distracting him from his current emotion. He wriggled his way through the door, which seemed to be stuck a bit and wouldn’t fully open, and marched purposefully into the shop to find his brother slamming a lid onto a jar. Cal, the cannibal said almost reproachfully, as if the two had intended to convene at this spot and it was Calamity who was late, Cat still gone. He tilted his head in a very avian fashion as he realized his brother cackling gleefully at a dark blob squirming around in the same jar he had smashed the lid. His eyes widened in wonderment as he stepped over beside his sibling. What that?
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Post by Kitty on Jan 13, 2011 3:37:33 GMT -5
For, what seemed like the first time in his life, the canine felt a sudden surge of anger. What a little ungrateful bitch this feline was! Not only that, but she was pulling the suit card ... something he didn't really appreciate. He was happy being a club and, coming from a family that consisted of every one of the suits, had been raised to be extremely tolerant of all of them. Obviously the feline wasn't raised ot have any tact or manners, whatever. She was lucky he was as nice of a guy as he was, or he would not be quelling the urge to kick her squarely in the nose.
That candlestick you've got up there will get you killed one day, hope you know that.
And yes, he was referring to the one that seemed to be firmly implanted up her rear. however, he didn't have a whole lot of time to be agitated until he was distracted by the slamming of a door, locking him in the little office room with the feline. Great.
Ink ... it couldn't be a good sign that the entire room reeked of the substance after they'd been chasing those blobs. his ears went back as he shifted his gaze over the room only to stop on the large, dark figure. Oh hell.... that definitely wasn't good. And then it screamed, which made his fur that wasn't stuck together with the silver rain, bristle. As soon as it lunged at him he activated a spell and brought his arms up to block after they had scaled over.
Probably dumb, but he'd give it one last chance to calm down .... violence wasn't really his favorite thing after all.
I don't want to hurt you, calm down.
He surprised himself with how level his voice was, despite the fact that he was officially terrified. What the hell was this thing?
Feather Ability: Once a week, he is capable of causing his own legs and arms to scale over up to his shoulders and hips. The scales are thicker than usual and unless the attacks coming his way are magical as well as physical, they won't be able to get through his thick skin. Weapons are also ineffective unless magical. These scales last for up to an hour before vanishing.
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Post by Lucca on Jan 13, 2011 10:17:26 GMT -5
If she weren't already in a towering temper, Eldy would have felt a little bit bad for making someone that nice mad at her. However, she didn't care, as she was already in a bad mood, and it was getting worse. She hissed lightly at his comment, and probably would have made a rude gesture if she'd possessed the fingers to do it with. However, as the door slammed shut behind her, her ear went back and her grip on the pot loosened enough for something to slither out of it...and into the corner.
Eldy turned quickly, shivering from the cold, and her eyes widened. "What in the HELL is THAT?" she hissed, dropping the pot and backing up against the door. Her ear flattened in protest to the terrible scream the shook the air, and she was surprised that it didn't crack the ice at their feet. She had time, in one of those moments where the world seemed to stop right before something really bad happens, to feel a bit of remorse that she hadn't believed Nova about the ink blot being something important.
Although letting it escape out of the shop may have been preferable to this. And the thing was on Nova and despite her little tirade at him she didn't want to see him mauled. "I don't think this thing is interested in talking, Nova," she mumbled, tail swishing. Normally she'd be looking around for something to be used as a weapon, but firstly, she doubted she'd find anything usable in the frozen office, and secondly...her own tail now made quite a nice one. She felt her tail lengthen quickly, spike jutting out the end, and then she leaped up into the air, lashing it at the gooey being's head.
Orange Goop Ability: Oh...nasty, this stuff smells like orange juice and paint thinner. It didn't seem to have any effect at first, but 5 minutes after spattering on her paw, Eldy will begin to feel the effects. The tip of her tail will suddenly pain her as a sharp spike grows slowly and painfully from the tip and the tail itself lengthens by three feet! It takes two minutes for the transformation to end and during that time she is in quite a good bit of pain. Once it's over though, the tail snaps back to the way it was before as though nothing ever happened. Once a week, she is able to change her tail into its new form and use it to smack across people, its sharp tip and elastic length making it almost good enough to use as a whip! It will only remain this way for about 5 minutes, though.
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Post by Harpsdesire on Jan 13, 2011 15:17:16 GMT -5
"Fi!" Cal seemed pleased to see his brother, apparently immune to the other child's reproachful tone. "Yes, still lost-gone. Not here. Books here, though." He indicated the floral handbag that bumped lightly, comfortingly against his side with every movement.
He had a jar, too. A jar with something inside. Fi wanted to know what the thing was. Cal wanted that too. He shook the vessel lightly and peered inside at the slightly pooling ink. "Dunno. Squishy thing. Maybe a food! Maybe... not foods. I think not foods." He sighed slightly, as he had to admit to himself that no amount of squinting or hope was going to make the blobby thing look edible. He ruefully admitted to his brother, "Was hard to catch-keep. Runs away like meat. But I think not for eat."
Speaking of food... Cal's nares flared a little as he caught a sour sort of smell on his brother. He looked at the other young cannibal with sympathy. "You eat sick foods again, Fi?" All four of them had done so on multiple occaisions. It was sort of an occupational hazard of being a carniverous scavenger in the outer bazaar. Everything from poisoned rats to murder victims to too-old ham sandwiches had found a way into the children's gullets, usually with unpleasant results.
At least it was a problem that seemed to pass on its own in a day or two. They were just lucky that they hadn't gotten hungry enough yet to make the mistake of eating anything from the dumpsters behind the Corvie labs.
Cal gave his brother an affectionate nudge on the shoulder, and with the misguided ideas of helpfulness common in well-meaning children, he offered, "Fi can hold my squishly-thing, if want." He held the jar out Fiasco with a gently hopeful expression that was rendered somewhat creepy by his blank pale eyes.
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Post by Callypso on Jan 13, 2011 20:24:55 GMT -5
Mm… books. Fiasco reluctantly acknowledged. His brother’s obsession was something he didn’t entirely understand, but knew well enough how Calamity clung to the paper tomes. It would be a delicate matter of removing his brother from this place, but for now his bird-like limbs needed a rest. The walk here hadn’t been entirely gentle for his tiny frame.
He peered closely at the jar and clacked his beak earnestly at the inky blob.
Fast like food-meats? Doesn’t move like food-meats. It was true. The captured creature pooled, leapt against the glass and wobbled unlike anything Fiasco had ever seen before. Even the Bad Place hadn’t anything like this. He didn’t remember coming across anything like it in the dangerous Woods, either.
No, not for eating. The Jack agreeably imitated. He stared longingly at the jar, torn between irritation that his brother had allowed himself to be distracted while Cat was wandering around, lost in the Other Place, and happiness that his sibling had found contentment in this interesting not-house.
He started a bit at Calamity’s accusation. What?! The cannibal’s fur stood on end, his aggravation clearly splashed across his defensive, rigid stance. He immediately cowed, touching his brother’s beak with his own with both affection and apology. Fi knew his temper to be sometimes upsetting, even to his own family, and did the best he could to dampen his wild mood swings.
Yes. Think found not food-stuffs. Fi got sick. Lots sick. He frowned sadly, remembering his stomach’s rejection of the not-so-sanitary meal he’d made of a long-since discarded substance in the streets. He’d been hungry and, when they were hungry, anything not immediately recognizable as putrid was devoured.
I holds? His blank eyes widened happily as the jar was offered to him, and he took it gently, tapping a claw excitedly against the glass. He shook it for good measure and watched the ink droop stickily from the jar’s lid back down toward the base of the container.
Whiffs of older fragrances drifted slowly toward Fiasco’s nares as he investigated the interesting not-foods, his head tilted comically as he turned questioningly toward his brother.
Not ‘lone? He asked, his curiosity peaking as it registered that Cal didn’t seem alarmed by the news of another’s presence.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 18, 2011 16:20:00 GMT -5
((Oh, no! It would appear as though the monstrous ink creature is not affected by the spells thrown at it! It's head (is that its head?) rears back and it spews foul-smelling ink all over the hapless pair. It doesn't seem to stain their fur, but it does stick and smell strongly in ink, and petrol. The creature hisses loudly, bubbles frothing out around its glowing, sunken eyes. A soupy mixture of the liquid drizzles from what could be called its face as formless limbs sprout constantly about its body and it flops and foams. At Nova's call it slows down, turning its head curiously toward him for a few moments as though considering. The dark, shapeless maw opens slightly and it cocks its head slightly as though maybe about to speak. Eldy's attack shook it out of whatever reverie it had sunk into. It reared back upward, maw open again to spew dark liquid and froth onto the pair of them as it slammed its way around the office.
Fi and Cal both got a bit of a shock as the blob in the container re-formed and began to tremble at them, shuddering and heaving itself against the sides of the glass jar and cracking it a bit. It squirmed and flipped around inside of its glass prison and seems fairly desperate to get out...))
~Nathalia
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