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Post by Nathalia on Jan 23, 2011 19:38:44 GMT -5
((Nephy snuck to the front door to get away from the insane people in this house and ran into Kyri, HP and Idril.
The three had woken up in an inn...only to find it abandoned and have been seeking someone alive ever since.
Accosting the Skunk, they scatter upon hearing the house is full of murder and Lowlanders.
As they try to escape the Outer Bazaar, they manage to find their way out to the main Capital...and it's not much better.
Cold, dark, and empty; the deserted streets do nothing to soothe the soul.
They soon come upon Alexandra, who is trying to get any sort of sense out of Cavendish, whom she found alone and unable to move from fear by the fountain.
It would appear that a loud and frightening Lowlander accosted and punched him earlier, leaving him frightened and in mild shock until now.
They really ought to get somewhere safe...
Maybe if they can figure out what those little things moving by the hat shoppe front are?))
~Nathalia
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Post by seraaches on Jan 27, 2011 12:57:14 GMT -5
  "It really is all your fault," Kyri said unhappily as they ran for their lives. "My fault?" H.P. panted, his paws thudding along the ground rather ungracefully. He'd never had much reason to run and it seemed to be catching up with him "How is it my fault? I was just as unconscious as you were!" "You should have," Kyri panted. "Stayed conscious!" H.P. sent his sister a look of pure aggravation, but there was no answering her when she was like this. He glanced at their other companions-- the odd mouse and a strange skunk-- and shook his head, his tentacles curling upwards in unease. They didn't have any reason to not believe the skunk about the crazy Lowlander murderers in that house, but he wasn't sure that the main of the Capital was any better. No one was anywhere, and for a city normally bustling at all hours, it was super creepy. His ears pricked up as did Kyri's as they caught the sound of a high-pitched screeching sound, a sound that Idril would certainly recognize. . . |
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 28, 2011 19:51:48 GMT -5
She honestly was not sure what had gone on, not to mention what was going on now. A quick recap: woken up in a place she was not really sure she remembers how she got there and now they were running. Idril was definitely not made for running. One arm clutching at her side the other clutching wildly at the book sack she had with her she tried her hardest to keep up with the much more active and somewhat deranged youngsters. This was quickly making its way into the top listing of her bad days. Slowly falling behind she suddenly stopped, her ears perking as she heard a high pitched scream. A very familiar high pitched scream. One that could only belong to one person she knew. Cavendish! She cried out before darting with new found speed in the direction the sound had come in. |
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Post by Bee on Jan 28, 2011 20:13:42 GMT -5
The day had started off in a rather surreal fashion and only promised to get worse. First was the house full of that Lowlander and all that--well--well it was the stuff people wrote very, very scary stories about, and now there was this, the sudden running for their lives, the yelling and the confusion. The streets were cold and dark and freakishly empty, present company excluded. All he had wanted to do was buy a nice present for his mother. But he should try to look on the bright side of things. It was an adventure, right? A terrible one, but an adventure nevertheless. It was better even than capturing that Jubjub bird, or all the pretend epic one-man plays he had hosted. Unfortunately, he could not alter reality the way he could alter his imagination. Not being the all-powerful arbiter of the situation was a rather crippling blow to his morale. He ran alongside the mouse and the interesting-looking children--tentacles, he thought, vaguely; just like his mama! He would have to ask them about those when the running and the yelling stopped--all the way to the entity that was presumably the Cavendish fellow. He panted, wiping little beads of sweat off his face so his glasses would stop trying to jump ship. Sadly, he said, "I think this would be an excellent time for Reason to make her grand entrance." |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 28, 2011 20:31:33 GMT -5
Cavendish? That was an odd word, but Idril, the only adult among them, abruptly seemed a lot more interested in running away-- or was that running towards?-- so both H.P. and Kyri put all of their effort into just keeping up with the mouse's sudden and surprising burst of speed.  IT WAS A NIGHTMARE, A NIGHTMARE! The world had leapt, in a sudden shift, from perfectly crazy normal to some sort of warped universe where Lowlanders ran on the street and punched people in the nose without the slightest provocation-- shrieking and trying to get away was certainly not provocation, after all-- and then strange, evil slithering things circled about one over and over, speaking in some foreign tongue and NOTHING MADE SENSE ANY LONGER. The stag's mind, overwhelmed by just why these people would do these things, had essentially shut down, and now the deer just keened his high-pitched screech, a sound that usually brought back normalcy into his life by driving away interlopers whose minds were whirring with decisions, with thoughts that he could just not understand. |
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 28, 2011 20:46:18 GMT -5
Seriously, this thing was utterly useless. For some unknown reason - definitely one she did not want to delve into - she had happened upon this poor, pitiful creature and had . . . what was that word . . . helped him. And now how did he repay her? He started screeching his little heart out and probably bringing to everything's attention that they were here. In the open. With no defense. Really at this rate she was starting to hope the thing just expired from his obvious fright. The smell was repulsive. Willing to give it one more try she leaned forward, invading the creature's personal space and meeting his eyes. "What is your name?" She demanded, her tone holding a slight hiss from her nature. If you could just get one bloody solid answer from the thing she would call it a miracle. Idril came to an abrupt stop as she finally reached sight of her goal. "Oh Cavendish" She moaned not sure what to do and upset over the site she saw. The deer's face was bloody, he was surrounded by what was a rather large snake, and his screams . . . . |
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Post by Bee on Jan 28, 2011 20:58:07 GMT -5
Reason appeared to refuse the call to action, so Nephy decided to force her presence. The madness needed to come to a stop. They all just needed to listen to the gentle fall of the water in the fountain and find their inner white room of peace and serenity. He had full confidence in his ability to make this happen. Adults acting strange--especially Corvie adults, bless his darling mama--was old hat to him; Cavendish's bizarre hysteria was almost comforting. He didn't exactly have a wealth of grown-up experience, being a young child and everything, but he liked to think he had a pretty good handle on things.
"Sir," Nephy said, with firm and authoritative politeness and a story he invented out of the scant available information, "this kind woman was incredibly worried for you." He gestured to the Esterberry as if they were good acquaintances. "We are here to help you. Please calm down and tell us what happened so that we may assist you."
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Post by seraaches on Jan 28, 2011 21:08:52 GMT -5
Kyri and H.P. slowed as they grew closer to the odd sight of a snake and a deer. It almost looked as though the snake had bitten the stag on the nose, but, at the same time, there was no evidence of actual punctures. The two stopped almost in unison and stared in bafflement at the insanity staged directly before them. Adults were weird.
Cavendish continued his screeching, even as the sound of Idril's voice began to slowly seep into his consciousness. Idril. . . Idril was sane, Idril made decisions based on books, it was easier to understand and somehow simpler to ignore that her mind was working and making decisions and oh, gads, what was causing her to make those decisions?!
His keening lessened, though not actually from Nephy's gentle speech. He was too distracted to keep up the irritating sound as his mind whirled, whirled, whirled. Idril should recognize the look on his face, less a social panic and more of a 'stuck in his own mind' panic.
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 28, 2011 21:45:34 GMT -5
As the deer slowly stopped his siren sound she gave a deeply relieved sigh. Oh thank heavens for small blessings. Pulling back from the male she turned to face the new crowd that had gathered around them while she had been distracted.
Small blessings. Though on the upside they were not Lowlanders and they were living.
"Oh thank goodness, reasonable people." She shot a glare back towards the deer.
Watching the expression on the small mouse's face she glanced back and forth between the deer and her. Maybe, from the looks of it, they were familiar with him. Happy joy, they could have at him as far as she was concerned.
Idril took a few hesitant steps forward. "Cavendish. It is okay. You here me?" The poor man he had obviously been through enough. How or even why he had left her library she had not a clue, though it was obvious that it had not been to his benefit.
"I am here now. Everything is okay." Slow, smooth movements.
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Post by Bee on Jan 28, 2011 22:30:42 GMT -5
The high-pitched wailing tapered off a little, though the Corvie didn't much seem to process any outside sensory data. He sighed and pushed his glasses up. Well, whatever worked. As long as the man stopped yowling mindlessly he was perfectly content to let the mouse woman handle the Cavendish Situation. He wondered how on earth a blow to the face had managed to cause the man this much distress, unless it was accompanied by some kind of all-out psychic assault. He appeared otherwise unharmed. Maybe he had witnessed something unspeakably awful, like what he had run away from. Or maybe he was just a coward. Or insane.
There were a lot of options. He felt bad for the man, as he obviously was in distress no matter what the cause turned out to be, but his empathy was being rather stifled by his own worry and desire to know what in the accursed levels of an entirely metaphorical hell was going on. Hopefully soon the Corvie would decide to use Words and tell them what had occurred.
He held his fluffy tail between his arms, drawing a marginal amount of good feeling from the fact that he could control that stupid thing's movements (not so big now, are you, tail?), and glanced at the other people in the group who were currently not being crazy.
"I think Reason might have been violently smothered to death," he told the snake, regretfully. "Nice to meet you all. It's, um, a nice day for a stroll isn't it."
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