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Post by Flare on Oct 6, 2019 12:05:03 GMT -6
Not...not orbaru? His eyes rove up to the stranger's tall furred ears. His only exposure were floppy earred cat-rabbit things. But orbaru did not speak back. That he seemed to believe. If not orbaru, what was this stranger? It is talking again, with a soft tone and a very... dignified way of speaking. He didn't recognize some of the words, but 'dark', 'sffell', and 'free' stuck out to him. Dark sffell? The ssashirk frowns a bit, the edges of his maw turning downward. "No sleeff. Manee daees. Fflane of fog. No end." he finally murmurs quietly. His p's and y's don't come out properly through that conical toothed maw. "Here now." that about explained his circumstances, for the plane of fog was nothing but endless wandering. If he tried to think further about the fogged plane, it came up foggy and blank. "Flare. No sir. Eeou?" he points at himself, then at the stranger. Who... seemed to have a companion. That chirped? 11 5.20
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Post by Evainmoire on Oct 6, 2019 12:50:26 GMT -6
"Hmm," the lepus replied, simply. His manner changed to one of more discerning gaze, not unlike a doctor inspecting an injured patient. The eyes of the ssashirk were now clear, the speech inflected but of appropriate proportions comparative to their anatomy. On the condition of scale colour or build he could not comment, for there was no experience in studying the lizard-blooded habits and history. Of distinct note, however, was the factor the ssashirk was quite naked. The lepus broke eye contact and searched the nearby area. On the fence, not too far away from the bird and the shovel, he spotted a piece of cloth. Once retrieved, he placed it around the ssashirk's shoulders, pulling the hems of a rather tattered cloak closer as to better protect them from the cold.
"Planes of fog, was it?" he made casual conversation while fussing. It was a habit of the doctor he had known, and a method with excellent success in easing the discomforts of the patients he had attended. By virtue of that very same experience he was all too well aware the catastrophic effects of a body going without remedying sleep for days on time and it set him into a deeper concern. "It may have been a conjuration of the malicious spirit, to trap and confuse your mind, sir. It is likewise quite possible the spirit could have affected your mind into assuming days had passed when it was but mere hours, to extend its torment upon you." He hoped to be correct. A body without sleep would not last long.
There was a moment in which the lepus paused to discern the ssashirk's meaning. When he realized the term 'Flare' was, in all likelihood, intended to represent a name, he wiped his hand in the vest and extended it in a polite handshake, "I am Evainmoire Pholier. A pleasure to meet you, sir. How are you feeling? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"
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October: 12
Fléau: 2 (1/5)
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Post by Flare on Oct 7, 2019 20:02:08 GMT -6
The proper sounding male before him looked him over in more ways then one as Flare rested on his knees before them. Breaking the eye contact long enough to take something from nearby... and put it around him? He glances to what was being ruffled around his shoulders. A cloak; about as tattered as he was. The memory of being told to put clothes on out in public crossed his tired brain as the male fussed with the hems of the cloak and talked. Talked that he could have been confused into days... but not days? He spoke strangely and it did not make sense to him. Only bits and pieces of the words could make sense for him. "No. Moon full now. Wassssn't when tree sleeff." He looks up at the cloudless sky and points. Its not red, thats a good thing. Blood moons are bad omens. The male extends a furred hand, and... by his manner, the ssashirk believes he is introducing himself with a very complicated name he couldn't try to pronounce right now. "Tirrred. Mannah." Now that he thought of it, he did feel quite thirsty. Did he leave his waterskin someplace? 13 14.20
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Post by Evainmoire on Oct 8, 2019 6:03:54 GMT -6
The lepus chanced and glance up towards the skies. The ssashirk was correct, the moon appeared to be full at present. If it had not been, in accordance to what the poor soul had stated, the timeline of possession had the potential to have lasted between a few days up to a week. It did little to settle his concerns. Potentially, there was the chance the malicious spirit, in full control of the body, would have none the less cared for the condition of the body. It could have feasted and it could have drunk its fill. A wasted body would have done the dark force no good. Of imperative question was then, how long ago had it last done so?
"I see," he replied, expression contemplative. "Pray tell, what manner of food do you normally consume?"
There were sounds to answer the topic of food a short ways from the scene. The lepus was far too concentrated on the issues at hand to recognize them from the background of softly whistling wind and creaking house. The bird did notice, turning her head and herself upon the shovel's perch. She saw the red-yellow monsters first and her head tilted a quarter, a soft chirp emitted.
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October: 14
Fléau: 2 (2/5)
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Post by Flare on Oct 8, 2019 6:37:52 GMT -6
The lack of sleep left little for desire of nourishment, if anything to just get a solid amount of rest. Flare did not recall eating or drinking anything in at least a day. Just the phase of the moon and the plane of fog. Since his insides were not crawling with hunger or withering from thirst, he might've been nourished in some way or form while he wasn't consciously thinking? "Meat. Fisssh." he tells the furred male. "Ssffecial thing, make food. Asssk, makesss." He didn't feel the weight of the food-making object around his neck or over his horns, so it must've been left behind. Not that it weighed much, but the 'there'ness. "No veg. Teeth wrrrong. Bite." he bites animatedly with a hand. "No chew well." Short words, but getting across. He doesn't notice the monsters, but can hear something chirp nearby. Were there nighttime birds beside the wise bird? 15 19.20
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Post by Renathan on Oct 8, 2019 7:48:51 GMT -6
A single wax leaf came fluttering down... Did it have a face?
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Post by Evainmoire on Oct 10, 2019 5:22:12 GMT -6
The lepus straightened, "Meat and fish, I see.." He crossed his arms for a mere moment, contemplating on the form for the sustenance to take. The ssashirk's facial features did, indeed, pose a delicate balance between something which required a bite and something to be gnawed. A more predatory physical type suggested a lack of vegetables was not for want of taste, but of digestive ability. The lepus extended a hand, palm upwards in a flat posture. The other hand moved over it, circling slowly as a few words of power were uttered. A plate materialized upon the palm, soon followed by meat cutlets. It was a little crass for his own aesthetic tastes, but the food was not for his consumption and the poor soul was truly haggard in shape and form, in need of it. Despite his best efforts, however, the cutlets none the less had a small piece of green garnish on top. It was the extent of his ability to give into letting go of formality.
"Here, sir," he extended the plate towards the ssashirk, "It may not be what you are used to, but I dare say it could not do harm, given the present circumstances."
The monster in the far side of the fence was none Fleau had encountered. Her experience in such matters could be considered extensive. The graveyard held its own monster to guard it, after all. She eventually decided it to be far too abnormal to simply be ignored and gave a shrill call towards the lepus. When his attentions were gathered upon her, her wings extended to alarm and she shrieked again at the sickly sweet pile of creatures. The lepus followed her gaze, "Ah. It appears we are being observed."
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October: 16
Fléau: 2 (3/5)
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Post by Flare on Oct 10, 2019 17:44:45 GMT -6
If he was less tired, it would surprise the drake to find the furred male extending his hand, waving the other with making strange word noises and food materializing out of thin air onto his palm. On a plate, no less. He could smell it. Meat. Food. His hunger reared an ugly head, snarling for sustinance. In case it disappeared on him in prank (or no prank), Flare reached towards the plate and held onto it with two fingers while his other hand picked up each cutlet and fed himself. The motion of snapping up the meat, crushing it in his conical toothed jaws and then swallowing it with the upwards toss-bob that crocodiles eat their food. This food was substantial, and delicious. The meat that the thing he found could make had little realms of taste, like it had been chilled too long. Edible yes, delicious no. At present he did not care where it came from, what it was from. But as he finished off the last cutlet, releasing the plate and licking his fingers and clawtips of one hand, he thought about it. This male could do magic. Make food. Release the mind. and then he notices the bird, shrieking and alarming. Observed? By what? 17 20.20 lv 50 flare
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Post by Evainmoire on Oct 13, 2019 7:12:08 GMT -6
The bird's call of distress was aptly timed, for the lepus was distracted from the ssashirk's manner of eating. Etiquette had been bred within him deep enough to settle roots to the core. He had learned to excuse the banality of the City on many occasion, but even so there were aspects to common behaviors in which he found difficulty in observing. Table manners were one such. He turned and reached for the shovel handle, thus allowing the bird to hop upon the arm and up onto his shoulder once more. Behind him the crash of service-ware went unheard for no sooner had the ssashirk consumed the last piece of cutlet and released the plate that it simply dissolved back into thin air a mere second before hitting the ground - the food was intended as lasting in their fill, the plate had simply been an unrelated side addition.
He stepped across the threshold of the yard with eyes scouring the bushes for a sight of anything suspect. The darkness held less sway on his vision, even prior to the consuming of the orb. One of the City's own made mechanical torches was retrieved and turned on only to land a spot of light upon the viscous creatures hiding there, huddled around a set of strange leaves. They did not appear hostile. Nor particularly demonic so much as simply bizarre. "Hmm. Have you ever seen such a sight before, mister Flare?" he turned slightly to address the ssashirk behind him.
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October: 18
Fléau: 2 (4/5)
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Post by Flare on Oct 20, 2019 13:20:28 GMT -6
Recent months of living like... an animal, after the travel across the desert and fleeing without looking back, Flare admitted to himself that his manners were lacking. The plate vanished before it hit the ground once he let go, then realized the other had let go. Carefully finishing his meal off of reddened fingers, the drake watched the furred male call his small bird. This bird had very long legs, like a river bird that stalked the shores, eating fish and bugs. He'd seen them, but this one had a very bland look, gray and ill, with a short hooked beak. Young perhaps, or dreadfully ill. He followed the bird's motions with his eyes, landing on... what looked like viscous blobs. Moving viscous blobs. The furred male, Eevanenor?, had a mechanical torch out in his hand with ease, shining a light, which he needed not, on the creatures. The strong beam of artificial light shone through the blobs, warping color behind them for shadows. "No" he responds finally. 19 9.20
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Post by Flare on Oct 20, 2019 13:25:21 GMT -6
No longer did his insides claw at each other, draining nourishment from any residual stores on him, setting to work quickly as the meat landed in his stomach. As the stomach did its work, Flare felt the tiredness ease just a bit. He still needed to sleep, but a full belly would do him better then just crashing out here in the middle of no place. Not only did he see the viscous creatures, but there were some oddly shaped leaves as well. Wind seemed to have blown one closer to them then the rest though. Carefully, the drake shuffled forward to reach for it. Whatever bug had ripped into this leaf had an interesting pattern eaten out of it. To his touch, the leaf stem felt waxy and thick. Holding it in one hand, Flare twisted his wrist back and forth, spinning the leaf slowly to examine it. It appeared... made of wax. Or being a waxy coated leaf. How interesting... "Leaves... whacksee." 20 10.20
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Post by Renathan on Oct 20, 2019 16:22:11 GMT -6
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Post by Evainmoire on Oct 23, 2019 10:44:08 GMT -6
The wind scattered the scene in a soft breeze, the leaves rolling rather than drifting towards them. As the ssashirk retrieved one, the lepus picked up the other. He held it up for scrutiny and quickly found himself quite perplexed. "Waxy.. yes, it does appear to be so. As to the why or how I admit to be quite stumped. These are not normal leaves." Yet neither seemed they fully artificial. Each leaf was identical to the other, small discrepancies aside. It was hardly a crafts work of a person. "These warrant further study. I am quite curious about what manner of entity may have created them," the lepus pocketed a leaf.
As for the viscous monsters the wind shook them none, but the action of the entrance appeared to tempt them closer. Fleau gave a gradual low cry, wings rising. The oozed beasts drifted nearer and nearer, perhaps even intent on climbing up a pant leg if not for the shovel placed between it and lepus. While the creatures did not appear malevolent, the lepus hardly wished to test their make by matching it against one's washing tub.
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Post by Flare on Oct 23, 2019 10:53:42 GMT -6
Perhaps it wasn’t a creation at all, as the furred male believed. Flare ran the tip of his fingers around the edges of the holes that made up the leaf’s face. Unlike the rough bitten edge of a bug eaten leaf, it felt smooth. Perhaps even smoothed by fingerlike appendages. He nods to the furred male’s assessment of his own leaf. The wax did not peel off against his rough scaled fingers though, so either it needed to be scratched off, or made up the whole leaf. Carefully, the edge of his claw caught the leaf’s eye, dragging against the edge. The wax didn’t initially give. It took a few tries of trying to slit the wax away from the leaf before Flare found any give in it. Only a small sliver came away, but the coating, or making of the eye edge was too thick to tell if the leaf existed beneath or not. Perhaps on the edge of the leaf’s stem... 22 14.20
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Post by Evainmoire on Oct 23, 2019 11:27:44 GMT -6
He tried to push the viscous monster further off, to create distance between them, but the beast was having none of it. Time and time again it would simply slither back towards his feet. "Hm," he uttered, a low sound of futile predicament, "It appears we are to be accompanied by these.. creatures, until further notice." Only time would truly tell when and how their attentions may wander onto other topics. The bird settled on his shoulder, calmed for the time being. It was not to last, alas. Mere moments passed before another ruckus further off caused the bird to ruffle her feathers in warning, a shriek sounded. The lepus followed her gaze towards the source of the sound further into the garden.
The lepus paused, contemplative, before turning his attention towards the ssashirk, "I must apologize. I have neglected to mention my purpose here at these haunted grounds. My goal this night was to scour the Mansion's grounds and ensure vileness doesn't fall out of check, as it is that manner of month for it. If you prefer to retain my company, I gladly welcome you along inside. However, given your condition, neither do I hold any ill will towards you should you decline."
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