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Post by seraaches on Jan 29, 2011 14:55:49 GMT -5
"That snake seems really fussy," Kyri whispered to H.P. Not that she wasn't also certain that the deer man was gloriously nutters, but she was a Corvie herself, and unknowingly, directly descended from some serious insanity. It just didn't bother her as much as it perhaps should.
"Hush!" H.P. said desperately, glancing towards the Golfam. He hoped the woman hadn't heard. He was glad that the piercing shriek had finally subsided, at least a bit, but he was very wary of someone with such large antlers who apparently wasn't right in the head. His tentacles waved and pulled in uneasily, trying to not look too closely at the King.
Cavendish's head shot up when Idril moved closer, his entire body quivering. He recognized her, he did. She didn't really make sense, but one could not expect the brain to make sense, really. She, did, however, make him feel better, made it easier to understand. He only wanted to KNOW.
Kyri tossed her head at H.P.'s paranoid command and turned her back purposefully on her brother. In the next moment, however, she backed up, right into him, reaching out a black and green tentacle to latch onto his shoulder. "What's that?" Her other tentacle pointed dramatically towards the hat shoppe.
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 29, 2011 22:40:04 GMT -5
Relieved that someone seemed to know what was going on, at least in regards to this walking stick, she eagerly gave him over to the mouse's dealings. Starting to feel a slight headache come on she rubbed irritably at her temple with her tail. Today really just was not her day. Hearing someone address her she turned to face what appeared to be a skunk.
Reason being smothered to death? She was not so sure about Reason but something was definitely being smothered to death that was for sure.
"Nice day for a stroll? You have got to be kidding me right? Have you had a look around you? I do not think I have seen much worse conditions in my life."
Idril laid a hand gently on Cavendish's shoulder, feeling deep regret that he had been shaken up so horribly. What in the gracious Diamond court had happened to him though? Pulling out her handkerchief she rubbed at some of the wounds, cleaning him up, all the while explaining the circumstances of her end as best she understood them.
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Post by Bee on Jan 29, 2011 23:15:57 GMT -5
Nephy looked at the snake woman with deep disappointment and the childlike dejection that came with a vehement and unjust scolding.
"I was employing irony," he said, politely. Apparently it had failed as an icebreaker. Also, apparently failure was the theme of the day. He picked at the fur on his tail. "And you've obviously never seen an innocent workspace after my mother's gotten through with it." He felt a twinge of sadness. He missed his mama. Adventure or no, he would rather be with her and Dad and even his sisters than here. Too bad the palace was so very far away. He sucked in a breath and let it out in a deep sigh. Make the most of it, he reminded himself.
The tentacle kids caught his attention, then, and he seamlessly shifted his focus. The girl was pointing. To what, if what he could see through the windows from this distance was reliable information, might have been a hat shoppe. Only it wasn't the hats that were really important, of course. The weird things were...the little bits of movement in front of it. He tilted his head. Curious.
And potentially awful and terrifying, of course.
But life was full of risks.
"We should investigate," he told the two, for their tentacleness was oddly comforting. He slid his gaze back to the adults--the mouse looked strangely familiar, now that he thought about it, where did that face come from?--and frowned. "We should probably get everyone inside, actually. Maybe the Cavendish Man will feel safer." The Esterberry seemed to be calming him down, at any rate, talking about something he just got the tail end of. Maybe she could get him up and moving.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 30, 2011 1:01:40 GMT -5
Only the other child seemed to be aware of the weird little. . . things scurrying around over there. Kyri's ears were flat as fear filled her eyes like tears. Why weren't any of the adults paying attention to them?!
H.P. rather felt the same way as he turned to look at what Kyri was pointing towards. He wasn't scared, as such, but he was rather baffled. He took a step closer, stopping abruptly when Kyri jerked on his shoulder.
"DON'T!" she reprimanded him.
"I just want to know what they are," H.P. remarked. "Wait here with. . . the adults. I won't be gone long, and you can see me the whole time, okay?" He shook off her tentacle carefully and begun to scootch forward, ready to run, if needed.
Cavendish calmed further as Idril began to explain the reasons people were doing them, but he seemed unaware of the scurrying things or the other people now that the mouse started to talk to him.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 31, 2011 20:09:51 GMT -5
((As they walk, they pass a tattered, well-loved looking bar.
Seems...dark and empty, and an odd smell is emanating from it.
The door is hanging slightly off the hinges and a buzzing, almost like a ringing in the ears is coming from it. Almost makes you dizzy just to hear and look at it.
Is...is someone in there?
Maybe they could explain what's going on?
There's a light on in the window on the second floor...perhaps you could get someone to scrabble on up there, there has to be someone who can explain what's going on, this is just too strange.))
~Nathalia
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Post by seraaches on Feb 3, 2011 17:51:24 GMT -5
H.P. moved closer to the building, noticing belatedly that it appeared to be a bar, but just as empty and deserted as everywhere else. He felt a bit let down by this, but he didn't let it deter him. He sniffed the air curiously and his ears went back of their own accord; that was. . odd. Very odd. He cleared his throat and scooted a bit closer before he realized there was a buzzing sound. It made him blink and toss his head. As he did so, he realized there was a light on upstairs. His tentacles curled and relaxed in a brief frenzy of activity. He didn't want to go up there alone. He glanced back at the crowd of Cards behind him and even more didn't want to go alone.
Kyri was staring after him, evidently on the verge of panicking. No, she would not be a good choice right now. He cleared his throat and called out for the skunk. "Come help me out." Back him up, he meant, but didn't want to say, not when his sister looked so on edge.
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Post by Bee on Feb 5, 2011 23:38:15 GMT -5
The Cavendish Situation did not appear on the cusp of some sort of breakthrough. The woman--where oh where had he seen her--couldn't seem to move him past the threshold of usefulness. Nephy was beginning to think the poor Corvie should be placed in the delicate care of a capable psychologist. Of course, getting him to said psychologist put them right back at square one. Apparently the investigation was underway, judging by their small bit of forward progress, but it was almost immediately halted by a building between them and what had been their destination.
It was dark, the door cracked open. A faint droning sound emanated from within, and it put him in a bit of a muddle to hear it. On the bright side, there was a light on upstairs. Maybe the noise was--a fan...or...
The boy wanted to go in there.
There was a better than decent chance this was going to end badly. At the same time, however, he couldn't let him go in there alone. And if there was someone legitimately in there, someone who could help--it might be worth the venture. And if they ran into anything untoward, he could either reason their way out of it or scare it away with his eye-searing pinkness.
"Buddy system it is," he said, and pushed open the door. It gave a little whining creak under his paw. The chairs were all down off the tables, pushed out here and there, more like everyone had just ran out rather than the thing having been closed. He scanned around immediately for the stairs, and motioned for the boy to come along. Stick close, right? Right.
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Post by seraaches on Feb 5, 2011 23:51:52 GMT -5
H.P. gave a sigh of relief when the skunk came daringly forward. He was so glad he wasn't going to have to go in by himself. He moved in with the other boy, his tentacles flailing quite a bit as they stepped into the bar. Things were. . . okay in here. Not as horrible as he'd expected, actually. But. . not really somewhere he'd go. Ever.
H.P. wasn't tremendously into alcohol, or people using alcohol. He found the concept both baffling and very off-putting.
"Let's just get upstairs and see if someone's there," he said nervously, though he did, of course, move closer to the skunk when the boy gestured for him to do so. Secretly, he was rather impressed with Nephy's great Intellect-- though H.P. didn't normally think so grandly, it was obvious that Nephy was far more Intelligent than even Kyri, who thought a great deal of herself.
The tenctacle-faced Card moved forward quickly, though he still tiptoed, wondering if they should call out, even as he was afraid to do so. It was harder being brave when he wasn't being brave for Kyri.
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 6, 2011 0:01:47 GMT -5
(( Though the front hall seemed safe, the buzzing sound greeted them as they rounded the corner and glimpsed the Inn's bar.
The sight that greets them is horribly unpleasant.
Selkies, every one of them, even though there only appear to be about 8, all are dead and their fur is tinted an off-brown color on the rings...something thick and disgusting leaking from their eyes...is that...ink?
It smells like it.
The flies buzzing around are numerous and everywhere, fat and bumping into walls and the venturing Cards looking inside.
The stairs are splattered on the walls with some thick, dark substance and the light upstairs is wavering...though still present.
A soft sound...a bit like sighing, can be heard...but maybe that's just the wind.
Upon venturing up the landing, all of the doors appear to be locked but one.
It's small, with an open widow and a guttering oil lamp hanging by the wall.
It seems to be empty, save for a desk with letter-writing materials and an old bag in the corner, empty, save for a picture inside of an old Benyan Ferret. He's sitting in a rocking chair with a tiny girl on his lap, though she looks a slightly different species...weasel, maybe? As she plays with his long barbels.
Search the room and everything in it, see what you can find.))~Nathalia |
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Post by Bee on Feb 6, 2011 0:37:56 GMT -5
Turning around toward the stairs proved to be an awful idea. The source of the buzzing became clear. Flies. Multitudes of flies, whirling around a cluster of corpses, their blue and white bodies mangled and streaked with what might have been dried blood--though the bodies seemed so fresh. Their eyes were leaking something thick and dark--Nephy could recognize the scent as ink, but he couldn't allocate the mental capacity needed to deciphering what that might mean. The corpses themselves were more than enough to handle. Something in his head already short-circuited, leaving him momentarily useless to do anything but stare, numb and terrified. He turned, slowly, to his companion, so wide-eyed it strained his vision. Anything to get his eyes off--off that.
"We need to report this to someone," he said, modulating his voice from the squeak it first came out as to something--something that was honestly nearly as bad. But the police, that was procedure, the right thing to do. Report the crime. He could focus on that.
A fly carelessly grazed his face. He shuddered and swatted it away; his limbs seemed to be moving unusually slow. He had no idea if the police were even out and about--or whether they had vanished, like everyone else. Getting out seemed like a much better idea than going up. He forced another string of words from his mouth. "We're leaving, no--"
Oh, blast.
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