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Post by Renathan on Jan 31, 2020 16:57:31 GMT -6
A mote of cold floats near where a strange map of the stars sits, waiting to be discovered.
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Post by Flare on Feb 4, 2020 12:18:39 GMT -6
It didn't take a genius to notice the change in the weather for the slightly warmer. A few drops of water fell from the leaves above to drip onto Monarch as he dug his way out of his burrow for the day. Gah! cold! Shivering the droplets off his quilly form, the hedgehog...elf...thing wandered out into the garden with no particulars. But he did notice the big red giant with strange twigs in his big claws. They were segmented and green and he looked utterly... lost. Turning them around and around in his fingers, almost a twisty motion. He looked at Monarch then. Offering the twig by snapping it right in half and leaving a portion between them. Oh for... If the evergreen creature had lips or what not, he would be chewing them in frustration. He wasn't a stupid pachee! And' he'd prove it too. Waddling over to the twig, taking it in his hand and coming to crawl his way painfully up the giant, who had plenty of clawholds. Ow. February 1 4.20 4.5
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Post by Flare on Feb 4, 2020 12:25:06 GMT -6
For such a prolific gardener, the giant really had no hand with animals. None what so ever. The stink eye look being delivered by the evergreen king as he found a spot to sit on the drake's outstretched arm with as close to a frown as could be done could mention that. Of taking the other half of the twig out of his hand, nipping off a portion and ...chewing experimentally? The giant hadn't tried to look in the hedgehog-cat's mouth to see if there were any teeth or not. Monarch swallowed the new twiggy herb thing. Mmm. Pithy. Very fiberous. Like eating a really thick and fibery stick. He took another bite of the twig, trying the greener end. Softer, not so twiggy tasting. The twig became breakfast. Well... he wasn't expecting this. Monarch wasn't touchy feely by any means of the imagination, or what Flare experienced. But he'd eaten the whole of the bamboo he'd been given. Well. 2 5.20 5.5 lv up 11/14
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Post by Flare on Feb 4, 2020 12:33:20 GMT -6
Those had come from the mansion as well. Maybe the change of the weather brought up some new shoots or what not. It didn't hurt to go and find out. He reached to remove Monarch from his arm, or the creature would fall off and hurt itself. This didn't work, for reaching for him alerted the hedgehog-cat thing and he darted up to his shoulder, only to dig into the shoulder of his toga and grip on tight. {I am going out. You should not come.} Another attempt to reach for him, and Monarch moved away from the hand. Not leaving either. The drake gives a sigh. Monarch just had a load of trouble with behaving, didn't he. Or just wanted more bamboo. Like a bribe? Didn't Jak mention that creatures could be food driven? Monarch certainly wasn't touch driven, for attention at least. Well then. Was he hinting at wanting to come? 3 6.20
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Post by Flare on Feb 4, 2020 12:37:29 GMT -6
If he would be going digging for shoots, mumbling to himself, the drake picked a few different items of choice to put into his bag. No idea what he would find this time around. The female who had helped him with his orbaru last year mentioned the month of Vahkrah, of love. Too much of a hermit to even know what that even could be, he had to think hard. There... oh yes. There was a time of year where a number of core members were surrounded by the city girls, all forcing gifts and flowers upon them. Right, the month of one-wayed courting. Or was it two wayed. He couldn't remember. His friend had gotten the gifts, while Flare had just been in the background... Nope, not a memory he enjoyed. But something was wrong with it. He saw the memory two ways; from his own view, and then from beyond. But it was a younger ssashirk watching... 4 7.20
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Post by Flare on Feb 4, 2020 12:41:56 GMT -6
No, this wasn't right. Brush away the image of the ssashirk, but looking through fogged glass, the features were blurring. A small stone of confusion and doubt dropped into Flare's gut. Why was this. He pondered this all the way out to the mansion gates, which were no longer of crystal and ice and frost and cold. Instead, of black wrought iron, twisted into circular shapes, printed with metallic flowers and sharp accented arrows pointing either up or down. Monarch huddled on his shoulder, digging on tightly. Every now and then looking backwards. Was he being followed? 'Sharp little brat creature.' Mostly concealed into the darkness of shadow coming from a tree, the chaos creature watched the ssashirk walk back towards the magical mansion. He hadn't picked up on the scent yet of the chaos, even though he was... well, that. However he had a green thing on that did notice him. Would need to be quite stealthy, for htis was getting interesting. 5 8.20
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Post by Flare on Feb 4, 2020 12:45:54 GMT -6
He'd handled magical items, powerfully raw magical crystals three times now. If some sort of magic hadn't seeped into those bones, who knew if any would at all. From what the chaos creature had seen from maybe or maybe not following the ssashirk around when he wasn't in the garden, the drake hadn't directly touched the crystals he'd bought previous, but had to indirectly handle them, and was drawn like a moth to the flame. How interesting... how very interesting. A sly smile came across a face, if there was one. A pondering hand upon the chin, if there was one. The door opened to the ssashirk, and he went inside. Must duck in or over. Over isn't preferred, because those sharp iron points hurt. Monarch yet again turned his head to glance over his shoulder. The drake was admiring the look of the stamped flora on the iron fence. 6 9.20
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Post by Flare on Feb 4, 2020 13:40:27 GMT -6
’I don’t believe that keeping a watch on this two-shadow is going to do much.’ The chaos creature considered to itself as it continued to watch through the bars of the fence from another angle. If he got too close, the green thing on his shoulder would panic and alert the two-shadow of being watched. ‘Its not like he’s going to become some all powerful magical reactor or what not.’ [ITS CALLED BEING WATCHFUL] something else hissed alongside, along round. [AND BEING WATCHFUL MEANS NOT SPEAKING ALOUD.] a long hissing groan; and all because of the amusement of one stupid-er, brilliant idea of amusing themselves. He’d been shown stampwork on metal once before, back home. An imported item, garnished? No, detailed. Detailed with twisted portions of stamped metal. It wasn’t the star of the imported stand, but when the demonstration of blowing up glass into orbs, that got attention. Flare’s scaled fingers brushed the delicate work. He could appreciate the craftsmanship. Whereas Monarch thought he was nuts. 7 10.20 lv up 12/15
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Post by Renathan on Feb 4, 2020 21:36:31 GMT -6
A small ornate glass piece can be found nearby; someone's token of the Vakrah month?
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Post by Flare on Feb 5, 2020 8:20:02 GMT -6
'In the case that I is forgetful on my own NPC creations... the chaos individual can be described as such.' "A pair of slit pupil eyes followed the ssashirk as he admired the fencing. A pair of scaled hands pretended to have adjusted the newsprint held in front of its face as a third hand? reached for the coffee mug on the table that just apparated there. The stranger took a deep swig of their drink. Ah, good strong southern jungle cocoa. Central just couldn't get the cocoa to marshmallow ratio right. One two three four five, plop, six. ahh. A forked tongue licked the mustache of cocoa foam off a scaled upper jaw. The scaled individual adjusted their overcoat, a flamboyant looking cape of grays to greens to blues to blacks iridescent colored 'feathers'. The grays were met by the fanciest looking sequins on a tunic one could find on this side of Central. Since the pants were also brightly colored with the sequins, it could almost be a one piece. Top it off with snakeskin boots and gloves, the individual looked... really weird. Like an overdone humanish with snake blood. The snake's face turned out to be a mask, elaborate and decoratively pretty. A humanoid face with coffee-colored skin smirked back at him, with blue scales outlining the underside of his gold slitted eyes. Surely a female's dream comes true, perhaps."
No human would initially guess, if they could actually perceive the creature standing there in half darkness, that they were more then appeared. More then what appeared for any uninterested or unaware ssashirk and his going-to-be-paranoid-about-followers conifer cat. 8 11.20
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Post by Flare on Feb 5, 2020 8:33:54 GMT -6
the thought crossed his mind. If he chose to join the ssashirk on his exploration of the area. From a passing clance of his mind, he was looking for sprouts. Shoots. Something similar to twigs? Oh, that one. The segmented twig the cat thing on his shoulder chewing on. Bamboo? Did it even grow in the mansion grounds? Not having stepped onto the not-even-sacred ground of the mansion before, it would be a surprise if he did find it. Because that house changed, according to human rumor. Changed from month to month for celebration of what not. For the month of love, it was... pointy. And lots of towers, and... what era was that. Victorian? That wasn't a word or an idea they were familiar with. But getting close to the ssashirk could allow a closer look, or just a closerness in general. He had to avoid that cat though. 9 12.20
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Post by Flare on Feb 5, 2020 8:45:44 GMT -6
Why not. But in order to break the ice, or maybe that idiot's snout... no no. Bring a gift. A pacification. What to bring, what to bring. The chaos creature noticed a delicate glass rose stuck into the fence. What a work of art. So intricate and small, and quite lovely. Not red, which would be perfect. Almost matched their own sheen. With delicate care as to not damage the rose itself, he removed it from the fence. Not terribly long, but enough of a glass stem with nubs for thorns to let it prop up on an edge or to be laid flat in a bowl. The gift in hand, the creature donned the guise as seen previously and strode out into the open. Wrongness. His inner instinct did the panicked bird motions of beating its figurative wings inside the back of his mind. A discomfort running through the core of his disfigured horns as Flare's attention disrupted, as well as Monarch's. 10 13.20
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Post by Renathan on Feb 5, 2020 9:12:44 GMT -6
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Post by Flare on Feb 5, 2020 9:28:55 GMT -6
{Your senses have sharpened since we last crossed paths.} He heard it first, then turned around. Pin point turns with a cane-staff aren't the easiest to do, especially with a lack of balance one sided. Leaning casually against one of the older oaks that bordered the property of the mansion, practically inside it, was the snake-thing he had...encountered? Met? Or just been stumbled upon by. Spinning what looked like a rose between scaled fingers. It didn't intially look right at him, still looking at the flower. {You must have handled strong magic since then.} A passing 'how did-' came through the ssashirks' mind before {Its a magic thing. Most have their heads turn at the very mention of it.} {I... briefly handle magic crystals. Blue... and dark ones.} the drake finally relented to say. He didn't like this creature, and had half a mind to hit him again. He could feel the bristling of the conifer cat on his shoulder. Grrrr.... 11 14.20
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Post by Flare on Feb 5, 2020 9:44:17 GMT -6
{Why do you follow me} Flare decided then to get straight to the point. All this hoppy footing around of the main thing at hand wasn't his choice of how conversations went. {I have not ventured towards the canyon where the Binder and their Enforcers wait. I have not done anything to draw the attention of the beyond.} He stood there, straight and tall, this time clothed, and looking much healthier then last seen. But still hungry. The snakelike being held itself in a rather cocky, sure of itself manner, watching him with an upturned expression under the mask that covered its face. But who knew if it was a mask at all. He gave a sniff of amusement. Brave beastling. Very brave. {Reckless with that beast of yours, am I not wrong} In mirror image of Flare, the chaos creature loved hoppy footing around the subject at hand. He wasn't going to say it specifically unless he got the ssashirk angry. 12 15.20 13/16
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