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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 18, 2010 1:00:58 GMT -5
Why was he even out here? Why had he decided this was a good idea?
The swan nearly jumped at the question. He was so distracted by the smell that he couldn't quite place, chill and the overwhelming silence he didn't expect someone to break it. The swan cleared his throat before responding. Suits, why was he so damn jumpy? He shouldn't be this afraid, should he?
"No, no I'm not. I think we should... get inside soon." The swan shifted awkwardly as he continued down the path to somewhere. His feet seemed to be leading him to a particular place that was a faint light in the distance now. He had been to a good variety of places in the city, and he was fairly certain that his feet were walking towards one of the shadier bars.
"Was... it this bad when you boys were out earlier?" He asked weakly. Oh that creepy thing was pointing at him, and this entire evening was just filled with nothing but horror after horror. He found himself rubbing his arms in an attempt to "warm" himself up. What was that monster hanging around Farran, and why was it so intent on pointing at him.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 18, 2010 8:47:17 GMT -5
Arkady noticed that the Swan was really jumpy. He was a little ashamed to admit that at first, he hadn't even registered it above the power of his own fear clawing at the back of his mind. But even stark terror can be worked around if you can manage to keep your senses. And it was a bit hard to miss the way Rosewood's feathers kept going all poofy. And then the Swan said he wasn't alright, and Arkady's ears and tail drooped and he went to nose the Swan's wing in a comforting gesture.
"It's...it's worse, now," he said softly, but in the utter stillness of the empty streets his voice seemed too loud to his own ears. The Coyote winced and glanced around. Yes...they did need to get inside. The fact that there was no one here, and the spices were only stronger in the air, and the voices were a constant whispering in his ears (but he still couldn't make out what they were saying!)...it was all becoming too much. At least they were going what felt like the right way, and as Ark caught sight of a lighted building a few blocks ahead, he unconsciously sped up his pace.
He didn't understand he was merely being drawn there against his will. From where he was standing, the distant building looked wonderfully inviting.
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Post by Callypso on Nov 18, 2010 16:34:41 GMT -5
Farran’s ears flattened against his head as they sped up toward what looked like one of the only few building lit from within. He couldn’t be sure what it was by this point, but if the night’s events were any indication it was more than likely another bar. He was nervous. On top of the peculiar spiced scent and the empty roadways, Rosewood didn’t even have enough spirit to give him any attitude. That was particularly worrying. If a man such as the swan was in a state of panic, what could that mean for him and Arkady? Not only that, but it seemed the swan’s feathers fluffed out especially bad every few minutes or so when he happened to glance at Farran. What was the matter with him??
Yes, I think that would be a good idea, he replied in answer to the swan’s suggestion. Being anywhere but out here would suit him just fine. It… I don’t think it was quite this strange before. It’s definitely… changed…
The feline padded quickly towards what he assumed was there destination, though he was carefully to stay close to his companions. Separating even a mere foot seemed like a bad idea. The only thing he wanted to do right then was curl in a ball and hide. Why did he have to pick tonight of all nights to avenge his father? He remembered how strongly the desire had been and shivered – not from the cold, but he adjusted the scarf that had hung disheveled since the incident with Mephit. It was something to do to keep his mind from going into a full-on panic. Things felt beyond his control and he didn’t like it, not one bit.
His ears pricked forward as the minutest of sounds drifted toward them and he stopped in his tracks.
Stop! Do you hear that?
The question came out as a muted hiss, his eyes widening in fear. Farran wasn’t sure yet where the noise was coming from, but he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to find out. His legs quavered a little as he looked to Arkady and Rosewood for support. Maybe the quiet night was playing tricks on his hearing? He certainly hoped that’s all it was…
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 18, 2010 16:52:32 GMT -5
Rosewood was doing his hardest to put logic ahead of fear. Perhaps the hallucination related to the odd scent and the emptiness of the streets? Otherwise he had magically developed schizophrenia. Stranger things had happened in this world filled with magic. The soft nudge from the young canine did very little to help Rosewood's growing anxiety, but it at least gave him enough sense to try to get his priorities straight. He really hoped Rogers was okay, and safe and sound at home.
He tried to take a few deep breaths as he listened to the others talk. Okay, so something bad was happening. That just made his step quicken as they made their way closer and closer to the place that they all seemed to have deemed safe.
That was until Farran made the delightful exclamation. The swan skidded to an uncomfortable stop, his feathers fluffing out as he turned around to see the monster that was so persistently pointing at him. His heart skipped a beat as he tried to smooth his feathers and clothing out.
He had heard the faint sound as well, but he had been hoping it was his imagination. A faint mewing, along with a faint groaning that seemed to follow. He looked towards the glowing windows of the establishment that could provide them with safety.
"I was hoping that I was hearing things," the swan said as he turned his head to hear the pathetic sounds. "It seems to be coming from somewhere around here. Could be... an Ace or something."
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Post by Lucca on Nov 18, 2010 18:17:22 GMT -5
Again, Arkady was subconsciously speeding up the closer they got to the bar, the light drawing him. He could already imagine the warmth that would be inside, and the lack of scary voices, and...and now they were stopping? He whimpered under his breath, but stopped also, not wanting to be too far away from his companions. Besides, there was no way he would get into a bar by himself, as the youngest of the whole group.
His ears flicked. Yes, yes he did hear that noise. But he wasn't sure what to make of it, and he wasn't sure he wanted any more unpleasant surprises. But yet...what if that were one of his siblings, being in trouble? He knew it wasn't, on some level, because he didn't recognize either the moaning or the little mewls. Still...he looked at the other two with an expression that almost said 'stay back' as his protective instinct came to the fore.
Sniffing along the ground (though he could smell almost nothing over the strong spices) Arkady followed the sounds around the edge of the building, and found...a sack. He blinked at it warily. Sniffed it. "Guys? I think you should see this..."
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Post by Nathalia on Nov 18, 2010 19:07:22 GMT -5
((A creature looking an awful lot like a mythical Gryphon is slowly moving out of the shadows toward the bag as well!
Zenon was looking to grab the sack of whatever and take it back to her laboratory...shame for you to take it from her...however....
When the sack rips open as grabbed and a Royal Hearts child falls out half conscious...well, maybe taking little Conall apart would be a poor decision.
Your new goal is to make your way back to Zenon's lab to gather up two cops who live nearby and stop in the lab itself to patch poor Conall up, he's a bit banged around and can't seem to remember anything.
Anything, good thing he's easily recognizable as a Royal child or he'd think himself a street urchin.
Make your way to Zenon's lab...and then find out why it was trashed.))
~Nathalia
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 18, 2010 21:04:04 GMT -5
For a while, the doctor had simply investigated the sack. Whatever was in it was most certainly alive, and while she'd not been present to see whoever had deposited the curious thing there, she didn't want to be seen sneaking off with it... Getting involved in something like that just seemed distasteful. So she'd waited, keeping a safe distance that let her observe the goings-on without easily being noticed, waiting to see if anyone was going to reclaim the bag. It had seemed to be a good enough plan, until three strangers had appeared and noticed her prize! She hissed quietly under her voice, then stepped from her hiding place and made her way slowly towards the group, trying to keep the irritation off of her face. No, on a night as strange as tonight, she didn't want to appear too... suspicious. Zenon gave a short clack of her beak as she drew closer, hesitating as soon as she got close enough to the bag to hear the noises. Then, a look of shock passed over her expression. " What the hell...?! Is there a person in there?[/b]" Her voice rose as she spoke, looking over each of the strangers in turn. Two babies, by the looks of it, and a Tulgey. What on earth were they doing out on a night like this? She gave them a wary glare, then turned her attention back to the sack, moving towards it. " Stand back.[/b]" All the feathers on the back of her head stood on-end and she reached out a talon to lightly poke the sack. So much for something to experiment on, she thought glumly. As soon as she'd gone to lift the bag there was a ripping noise, and the bag burst open. The strange hybrid leapt back with an awkward-sounding squawk, trying to get out of the way of whatever it was. Knives?! |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 18, 2010 21:21:02 GMT -5
Conall was very confused. Considering he was in a bag, and unable to make heads or tails of what he was doing. Where was he? Who was he? What was going on? Why was he blurring in and out of consciousness? So all he could really do was cry. And when he heard someone was close by he let out a louder cry. Which suddenly shifted into a confused sound. The sack that was holding him tore, causing him to fall out backwards. The knives on his back hitting the ground with scraping sound. It hurt. And he whimpered before shifting to fall on his hands and knees. The world was fuzzy, and his head hurt. "Owww," he whimpered as as put his hands over his eyes. His tail was tucked between his legs as he did his best to hide from everything in plain sight. He had seen the figures of all the people looking at him, but none of the registered. |
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Post by Callypso on Nov 23, 2010 13:51:46 GMT -5
A grimace contorted the feline’s face as Rosewood confirmed his suspicion.
I was hoping that myself, Doctor.
He hadn’t quite decided how he wanted to react to the news of there definitely being a something over there. Considering how the night had gone so far, he didn’t exactly want to investigate. Arkady, however, had other plans in mind, and prowled ahead of the others to find the source of the odd sounds. The Solandrian had an almost protective, determined look on his face that the Villa might have thought was sweet had the circumstances been different.
Ah, wait! Arkady!
Farran padded uneasily after the canine, who had his nose to the ground and was tromping purposefully toward the lit building. He glanced back at Rosewood, hoping the swan would follow. Eventually, the King’s tail disappeared behind a corner of the building and his voice called out to them.
He sprinted the rest of the way to find Arkady hovering over a sack that was squirming, and immediately backed away in fear.
What the hell is that?
His question was echoed by a feminine voice that came from the shadows. His head whipped around, a look of shock spread over his face, to find a Card that looked suspiciously like a creature of myth. Realizing the stranger was missing a few essential body parts that a proper gryphon would require, he relaxed, if only slightly. His momentary calm was eradicated moments later when the stranger made a unanimous decision to split the sack open with a claw.
To his surprise and thanks, a small boy tumbled out. But there was something strange here- were those knives sprouting from his back? As if tonight couldn’t get any weirder. The boy seemed disoriented and dazed, though he didn’t appear to be sporting any injuries other than what he’d received by being emptied out of the burlap sack. Why the hell was he in a sack in the first place? He tugged his scarf nervously and looked to the other Cards in utter bewilderment before returning his gaze to the strange boy.
Are you okay??!! What happened to you??
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Post by Lucca on Nov 23, 2010 14:17:27 GMT -5
Arkady wasn't sure what to do with the sack, so he was just waiting for his friends to get closer, so they could maybe decide...and then someone else stepped out of the shadows. Arkady whirled, fur bristling at first, a growl rising in his throat before he registered that it was just a normal Card. Er...well, not exactly normal considering that she looked like something out of a story book, but at any rate her Rank and Suit were clearly visible. The Coyote still watched warily as she moved toward the sack. Was she responsible for putting it there? Wasn't there something about criminals returning to the scene of the crime?
He shook his head. Thinking like that wasn't going to help anything. Just because one of the Cards he'd meant tonight had gone psycho on him and Farran didn't mean everyone was like that. "Be careful," he blurted to the strange Card, but scarcely had the words left his mouth than the sack ripped open of its own accord, and the child inside fell out...
Arkady's eyes widened and he ran forward, ignoring whatever anyone else would say. He could only stare at the familiar figure in shock for a moment, and then he finally found his voice. "CONALL?" It was much louder than the pup's voice usually was. "What are you doing here? What HAPPENED to you?" He went to help the other boy up, concern in his eyes. Conall may be weird and greasy, but he was still one of the Coyote's few and oldest friends.
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