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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 1, 2010 16:24:11 GMT -5
 Othello was slowly making his way down the hallway. He really hated being alone. He always ended up running into doors and nearly tripping down stairs. The person who had been keeping an eye on him had left to get some water, and they had been gone for entirely too long. There were plenty of distractions in the palace, and honestly he didn't want to sit around in his room and wait any longer. He knew his way to the kitchen, and the halls of the palace rarely changed in front of him. Well, with the exception of seeing people who weren't there and the periodic dead body. He really wanted to leave the palace some day, but he was fairly certain that his sight would always bring him some form of terror. He rounded the corner, running headlong into a closet door that had been left open. He cursed, flopping on his bottom. |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 1, 2010 16:28:54 GMT -5
Locked out.
The childling couldn't believe it. It let out another desperate wail, slamming tiny fists against the door. No response. Father had closed the door, told it to behave itself. But it was afraid, and its fear gave rise to a need to correct the problem. It scrabbled at the crack between the door and the wall. It reverted into slug form, and tried to squish beneath the door frame. When that didn't work, it shifted back into its more comfortable state and FROWNED, feeling the upset bubble and rise and grow within it.
Then someone walked into the room. The childling stopped and tensed, turning to look to see who was there. One of the Queen's children... It eyed Othello, looking unsure. The mouth moved, though it fully expected that, as always, it would be completely ignored. "help me get in, they forgot me"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 1, 2010 16:38:43 GMT -5
Othello never particularly expected to be spoken to after running into doors. Most people just made a sound as he collected himself and moved on. And this run in wasn't particularly spectacular. His nose was fine, though it stung, and he was able to collect himself fairly quickly.
And then someone spoke to him.
His ears swiveled around when he saw someone standing a little ways away from him. Someone. Standing. Was he hearing things again? Probably. He couldn't see people most of the time unless they were visions....
"Hello?" he asked. It was worth a shot. He could have actually heard someone say something. Not bloody likely, but there was something weird about what he was seeing. A miniature version of the King of Hearts? Or... something? Maybe this was a sight from the future? But.... who would the King have a child with to make something like that? Mom again?
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 1, 2010 16:44:36 GMT -5
The childling stared directly at Othello, another thing that would likely be completely unnerving. It looked confused, blinking at him.
Then it sighed.
Of course, he couldn't hear it... Just like everything else. Even Daddy didn't hear it when it spoke to him... That made it angry, and upset. "hi" it replied, the corners of its mouth turning down. The voice was impossibly soft, and seemed to come from much farther away than just across the room. The creature took a step forward, edging closer to the boy. "i can't open the door. i need in" it spoke again, patiently repeating itself.
The panic was coming back. It had thought it had an in, but now it wasn't sure. It turned back to the door, slamming a fist against it.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 1, 2010 16:54:41 GMT -5
It was looking right at him. He could see it looking right at him. Othello's tail puffed up as he stared at the boy in front of him.
And he was hearing it?
Oh man, this was bad. Was he finally going crazy?
The boy's mechanical hand tapped lightly on the floor as he tried to think of a proper response. The panic welling up inside of him was a bit unbelievable. Hallucinations didn't talk to him. They never had. Was this real? Was that possible?
"Um.... why do you want to get in there so badly?" he jumped slightly when the creature slammed a fist against the door. Oh crap. This was real wasn't it? His tail tucked between his legs as he edged a little closer to it.
"And uh... you're real right? I'm not..." He swallowed hard. That was a stupid question to ask, wasn't it?
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 19, 2011 16:27:35 GMT -5
No answer from inside, and more than that, the boy was still acting like a total freakshow. The boy-thing's eyes narrowed slightly, the corner of its lip curling into a pointed sneer. When the tapping started, the childling's frustrations only grew.
"he forgot me out here. he knows i need to be close and he closed the door and i can't get in." The tone was condescending, clearly annoyed. Normally, the creature would have been much more excited to find someone who could communicate with it, but in this case that excitement was severely limited by its frustrations and the budding panic at being separated from its master. How hard was it to understand the simple requests?
It took a step towards Othello, teeth showing in a too-wide grin. Then, it jumped, thin and soft voice raised as much as was possible. "BOO!!!!!!!"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 19, 2011 16:52:01 GMT -5
Othello's ears perked as he listened to the strange child-things words. Oh well, he supposed he could let him in then. But if Apocalypse was his master he had probably locked him out for a valid reason... the boy hesitated when the creature started moving towards him.
It must have been real. He could hear its footsteps and stuff. Even though the background wasn't quite matching up. What could actually cause this?
It jumped, Othello yelped when it suddenly said boo at him. "Okay! I'll let you through the door!" he said as he scrambled to it, half slipping on his unsteady feet. It took several tries for him to find the proper handle, and a few more long moments to open the door.
He flopped onto his bottom looking at the thing over his shoulder. "Bye then?" he asked, his tone filled with nothing but uncertainty. Did he ever want to talk to this thing again? Should he even tell people about it?
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