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Post by lagore on Sept 6, 2007 19:54:24 GMT -5
 A small, white form appeared on the edge of Torquehelm, coming closer and closer to the dark town. Troubled, with head low and feet moving quickly, it made its way through the trees. His name was Nerius, and, although he'd never openly admit it, he was more or less lost. What am I doing here?, he thought, his white and sea green form standing out amongst the dark wood. This was definitely not a normal place for him. How had he ended up here? He'd been in Tulgey Wood. Somehow, that journey led him to this depressing place. Always dazing in and out of reality, getting lost wasn't new to the mouse, but normally he at least strayed within his own realm. Not this time; no, fate wasn't that kind to him. Still aimlessly wandering, a hope of meeting someone who could help him accomplish his task (or perhaps, even remember his task) was utmost on his list. |
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Post by Shinigami on Sept 7, 2007 22:44:37 GMT -5
 "Oh, hello there." Blank, almost disinterested eyes looked up at the pale mouse (rat?) from the multi-colored face of a young deer. She was only half Torquehelm, but it was still partially her home, and so she found herself spending at least some amount of time there with her mother. Who was female, while her father was male. This particular arrangement had never really bothered Helen, nor did she bother to think about it too much. "Are you lost or something?" Carefully she stood up from where she'd been laying at the base of a tree, still cautious about her bindings. While walking was no real problem, as long as she made sure not to take very big steps, running was a huge problem that she hadn't yet been able to figure out a way around. And standing up also posed several possible hazards, in the way of getting her legs caught in her own chains. But she would deal with it all.  At the moment, though, she continued to stare up at the strange, pale Card, who was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. |
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Post by lagore on Sept 7, 2007 23:20:01 GMT -5
Nerius' poor mouse (yes, mouse) heart nearly jumped out of his chest when his unspoken plea was answered in the form of a small creature. Surprises never were good for a daydreamer.
Looking upon the, he guessed, deer, he was struck by two questions, which probably would have not normally come to a Card in his predicament; one, how did this young creature know he was lost? The vermin's sense of direction, or lack thereof, must've showed even in his demeanor. And two, why was fate so intent on him meeting the inhabitants of Torquehelm? The she-deer must've had origins here, because the bindings that graced her did not go unnoticed.
"I must ask," Nerius began, curious about this utmost."Do young ones of this region make a habit of talking to Cards they don't know?"
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Post by Shinigami on Sept 7, 2007 23:39:37 GMT -5
"I don't know," Helen replied blandly, oblivious to his internal questions. She'd asked if he were lost because he was so obviously not from Torquehelm - dull and dreary was the norm around here, despite her bright and perky green and uncommon splash of gold. She had never thought about fate, though. As far as she knew, he might never have met with someone from Torquehelm before, or one of his parents might have been from Torquehelm, and he just hadn't gotten the genes for the region. It wasn't like she'd ever met him before, after all.
"Maybe it's Corvistownians who talk to Cards they don't know. I just wanted to know if you were lost. I'm Helen, by the way," she said, still in that bland, emotionless voice. With all of the life she showed, she could have been talking merely about the weather, and nothing else. "Why? Do young ones of other regions make a habit of only talking to Cards that they know? That must get awfully lonely after a while. You'd never meet anyone new."
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Post by Shinigami on Mar 31, 2008 21:18:21 GMT -5
[ooc: Officially closing this. It's long since dead.]
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