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Post by Bee on Apr 30, 2008 3:12:15 GMT -5
The only thought more satisfying than seeing the Range's hateful landscape go up in flames was the thought of all the miserable residents being slowly, painfully immoliated. She was not certain from whom or how she could learn fire voodoo, but it seemed, at the moment, to be a worthwhile enterprise. Spending so much time in the wilderness was turning her brain savage. She needed to lock herself back up in the filthy, messy security of the apartment and have several cups of soothing tea, and perhaps a scone.
But her thoughts of flaying people alive only intensified in brutality and amount of blood as they approached the village. They had apparently heard them coming; Rangers were grouped in awe, staring at them. Judge Wordsworth headed up the party.
Mnem and Minh unceremoniously dropped the stretcher. The head of the marlin rolled off, halting its downhill roll at Wordsworth's feet. "Well," said Mnem, flatly. "I do believe we've fucking proved ourselves."
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Post by Dark on Apr 30, 2008 3:24:19 GMT -5
The villagers peeked and ebbed, meaningless chatter in the background. Minh was more focused on the council, watching as it peeked and ebbed, circling the marlin like dirty dishwater down the drain. And dear lord, she was making water analogies. Someone needed to shoot her. Right. Now.
"This is not the entire marlin," as if only bringing the bloody, slightly digested head might be some sort of hoax. The reasoning capabilities of these people were...rather remarkable.
"Yeah. That would be because of the sharks. Which, by the way, you forgot to mention," it came out as more of a growl than she meant, but she didn't feel particularly apologetic, "So, now that you've wasted the time of an immensely influential member of court--" a pointed look all around, falling easily back into the roll of a retainer, "--I believe we shall be off."
And there better not be any further delays, damn it.
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Post by Bee on Apr 30, 2008 3:31:05 GMT -5
The council--and the rest of the village--seemed to remember that Mnem purported herself to be a very important personage, and a nervous twitter went through the crowd. Mnem tried not to sigh in relief. They finally, finally, seemed to buy it. All they had to do was making a grueling trek up a mountain, kill a marlin, survive a shark attack, and haul the marlin back down. Child's play.
A very demented child's play.
Wordsworth ordered that the marlin be proudly displayed at the center of the village. He dipped into a small bow. "Forgive me for not taking your word," he said. "The two of you are truly an inspiration. You have given us all a spontaneous outpouring of emotion that we shall channel to create great and masterful art, but such that is understandable to the common man, as it should be."
Mnem neither knew nor cared about what he was talking about, but the practical upshot seemed to be that they would leave this terrible hellhole in one piece, so he could ramble all he wanted.
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Post by Dark on Apr 30, 2008 3:39:13 GMT -5
They slipped away during the celebration the villagers and Judge Wordsworth and thrown quickly together in their honor; Minh didn't think it looked like they would be missed any time soon, and she really wanted to be away from the crazy people. So off they went. Quickly. Without fuss.
For once, Minh couldn't even complain that she was hungry. Before they'd made their daring escape they'd made sure to purloin a great deal of foodstuff, including some fresh cheese and some kind of cheesy garlic bread that Minh had decided was probably the best thing ever invented.
The desire to flee pushed them to keep walking for longer than they probably would have given any other choice, but they finally stopped to make camp around dusk in a tiny, windswept grove of some front they didn't know the name of and didn't care to.
Minh slept like a rock.
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Post by Bee on Apr 30, 2008 14:12:11 GMT -5
Mnem's major consolation was that they were not too far off from the Marsh, though she knew that, by this point, Shinrai and the old bastard with him getting to the Marshlands before them was not only likely but had probably come to pass. But she was surprised to find that it hardly mattered to her. They would have a better story to tell, anyway. She doubted that Shinrai made it to the Marsh by fighting quicksand and psychotic old badgers and huge bloody marlins, though doubtless he would try to invent some kind of manly adventure to stop himself from looking like a little pansy.
She shifted in her sleeping place. She muttered, "I've an excellent idea. Instead of developing the ability to fry the unholy hell out of things, why don't you instead learn to teleport? Personally, I would just adore a quick hop to our destination."
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Post by Dark on Apr 30, 2008 14:25:13 GMT -5
When Minh woke the next morning she had a vague notion involving teleportation floating around in her head, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out where it had come from. So she stopped worrying about it and went to rummage in her bag.
An angry hum from the deep recesses of her bag brought her up short and she leaned forward with all kinds of dreadful thoughts involving rattlesnakes and other nasty little creatures that could have crawled in and taken up residence during the night.
Jeweled eyes blinked up at her. A...slithey tove? The same orange, multi-limbed creature that had helped them a lifetime ago; had it been in her bag the entire time?
"What were you doing, hibernating?" Another hum was her answer as the tiny creature slowly crawled out of the bag, legs clicking a bit in something that almost sounded like an apology.
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Post by Bee on Apr 30, 2008 15:04:06 GMT -5
Mnem was surprised that the little beast was still alive; she had forgotten all about the creature quite a while ago. Her mind had been too occupied with huge fucking fish and keeping herself in one piece, she supposed. But she was as happy for Minh as was possible for her to feel joy for another human being. Toves were said to make pretty decent pets, and perhaps this one was not a murderous little psychopath like their bandersnatch.
"Well, you can't exactly blame him," she said, amused. "If there were any way I could have slept through this entire trip, I would have done so as well." She rifled through the bag for some kind of breakfast, and pulled out a loaf of bread and some cheese and a little bit of meat. Not the breakfast of champions (tea, she thought, tea and scones; she would kill for some tea and scones), but it would more than suffice.
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Post by Nathalia on May 7, 2008 0:00:55 GMT -5
For reaching 303 posts, you each receive one of the special May prizes!
Gnarled Sculpture: This twisted wooden sculpture almost resembles a tortured looking Card if you hold it in the right light...you can almost pick out a face on the side and things that might be limbs melding with the strange branches.
If you leave it in your abode for too long, you might catch a glimpse of something moving out of your peripheral vision...but it couldn't be the statue..could it?
This statue has the power to either grant an ability, become an item/clothing piece of power, or mutate your SD depending on when the item is used. Be very careful in using it as the time of day in which the PM you send me telling me to use it will have a direct effect which of the three you end up getting!
~Nathalia
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Post by Kiki on May 10, 2008 8:54:30 GMT -5
Bee and Dark receive 3 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Dark on May 16, 2008 15:42:01 GMT -5
Minh snatched up a piece of the bread Mnem had gotten out, munching on it as she contemplated her newest pet. He--because something about the creature gave off an aura of definite maleness--would need a name, of course. Considering its most recent actions, she choose irony.
"I think I'll call you Belial." It meant "worthless," which she found incredibly funny all things considering, and it was rather accurate, too. Something in her voice must have given it away, but the little Slithey Tove didn't do much besides give off an indignant click and settle around her shoulders. Belial it was.
She turned her attention to Monty who had been in the same position for the last ten minutes, crotched low to the ground as s/he strategically ignored a chipmunk. The dumb little creature, sensing no threat, scampered closer. Hair flew up in clumps as Monty pounced.
"Shall we be on our way then, Mnem-darling?"
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