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Post by Syd on Apr 11, 2020 20:35:01 GMT -6
CURRENT CHARACTERS:
CURRENT PET(S):
Name: Flowers Posts: lvl2 (0/5) Loyalty: lvl4 (0/10) Stamina: 3 Strength: 3 Resistance: 3 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 3 Special Abilities: Pack Instincts, Super-Luck Moves: [Bite]
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Post by Syd on Apr 11, 2020 20:55:24 GMT -6
(1, April)
It had been quite a while since her last visit, she'd admit. Head in the clouds, nose to the ground, far too busy in the day-to-day to branch out and just do things lately.
Ugh.
The mansion was in full swing for this month, almost nauseating to look at and dizzying to try and comprehend. Only an off-handed mention of it from one's local sphinx had reminded her of how dead fun it was this time of year. She was probably going to throw up by the end of this. A head tilted, reflective quicksilver eyes squinted, trying to follow the line of a branch back to its original trunk. Only after ending up following flickers of bark in a circle more than once did she give up, blinking rapidly and scrunching her face up in the most attractive of expressions.
Definitely going to chuck up her dinner by the end of this.
Grinning to herself, she cast her eyes around for something a bit easier to spot, and found it in a wriggling pile of fur rolling back and forth in the grass just outside of the building, attempting to smoosh his face in the growing number of his name-sakes on the front lawn. The ympe knelt down, giving the vulticus as good a belly as she could while the subject continued to spasm in the grass.
"Y'know, Amy may've been on to somethin'," she told him, laughing as he briefly stopped to look at her upside down, eyes wild and tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. "Flowers' wouldn't have been my first pick, but y'do seem t'love shovin' your face in 'em." Flowers: 2 (1/5) / 4 (2/5) Selindra: + .5
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Post by Darky on Apr 12, 2020 5:44:54 GMT -6
Fhèr (female) Stamina: 1 Strength: 0 Resistance: 0 Dexterity: 3 Mentality: 1 Special Abilities: Nightvision, Fly, Speak Moves: Sparkling Dust
To say the mammalian had thought herself used to the notion of the Mansion being ever-shifting, ever-changing and top-to-bottom madhouse for every single month of the year did disservice to the look of concern on her face as she stared at the.. contraption.. of a building facing her this month. Every month was different and every month made sure you remembered the place was oozing with magic from every fibre of its beings, but this month it almost appeared as the house itself was only barely held together by spit, magic tape, some mighty powerful force of will and make-believe.
Which was to say, were you to nudge a wall, it could topple like a house of cards. Because she could almost swear parts of the walls actually were made from giant cards.
A small brown-haired head popped up from the hollow of her hood, big eyes staring at the mansion building, "Ooooh, this look fun."
The sphinx's own expression seemed less certain, "If we're lucky? Probably. If not, well.. lets hope the Mansion has a sense of humour." It didn't always. There was a memory of a time with Tama that still vaguely haunted the back of her mind, a scene of darkness, shadows and falling. The mammalian shook her head, brushing down the fur at the back of her neck and walked through the gateway. Putting on a braver face for the harachiu, she smiled, "But its a month of games and pranks. You'll probably enjoy it."
That and one other factor - the two were here on arrangement, though the hara didn't quite know yet. Darky took the little device off her belt as she began to wander between the.. yeah, lets go with 'trees' for now.. and clicked the little button on the side to produce a brief spot of static, "Hey, uh.. can you hear me? Hello?"
(2) April Darky: 1 Fhèr: 24 (1/5) / 26 (1/5)
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Post by Syd on Apr 12, 2020 10:10:40 GMT -6
(3, April)
One wouldn't peg her just by looking at her that she was capable of Thinking Ahead in any capacity but she'd been the one to think of the talk boxes - wait, "walkies", even if it was an even dumber name than hers because as far as she knew they did absolutely no walking of their own - so there. She planned to lord it over her small pile of friends for at least a week; maybe two if she felt like it. Turning her attention away from Flowers and letting him gnaw gently on her arm, she reached for one of her (several) belts to grab said "walkie", clamping down on the button with her forefinger and bringing it perhaps a bit too close to her mouth.
"Depends on what'cha mean by 'hear'. An' 'you'. An' 'me'," she replied back, not even pausing to continue to pinwheel her free arm around, sending Flowers into a mild frenzy to keep up with it. "I mean, s'far as you know, I cou' be a ghost. Or'a murderer. Or may'ps the crazy house." Here she paused, giving the structure before her a highly skeptical glance.
"I bet'cha it talks for real," she intoned, glancing down at her vulticus nibbling on her elbow before blinking and hurriedly adding, "Youc'nreplytothismessage," and snorting loudly into the device.
Selindra: +1 Flowers: 2 (2/5) / 4 (4/5)
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Post by Darky on Apr 12, 2020 17:11:52 GMT -6
( Fhèr, Speak: 2 )
Surprisingly, it didn't take long at all before the response came back in slight crackled static, clearing up as the sphinx gently fiddled with a dial to get the signal better. The harachiu immediately jumped to alertness, climbing up to the mammalian's shoulder as she craned her neck forwards, "Whose sound?"
The sphinx smiled, a gentle roll of eyes as both the question and the final line of the message as she looked around to catch sight of things, "A friend of ours. I'm fairly sure you'll like her too."
"Which friend?" the hara immediately persisted, eyes suddenly growing wider under the claw ring 'helmet' of hers. It was, perhaps, getting a bit small these days, but continued to be affixed with a small bit of twine (which was as good as rope in hara scale) and a few acorn shells on the back, carefully needled through.
The sphinx only shook her head, "Now that is going to be a bit of a surprise. You'll see after we meet up with them.." a pause, the mammalian finding herself in the middle of a strange part of the garden, "When we meet up with them." The device was raised and the buttom pressed down for talking once more, transmitting, "Well, if the house were to talk or this ghost were to be looking to perform a murder, whereabouts would that be exactly..? Asking for a friend." She let go of the button, paused again in deeper thought and then, tentatively and not with all too much confidence responded back one more, "You can reply to this." before exchanging a glance with the yang and giving a light shrug - she had heard there was speaking protocols when using these devices, but no-one had bothered to detail what those were, exactly. She went out on a limb and assumed the other knew more.
(4) April Darky: 2 Fhèr: 24 (2/5) / 26 (2/5)
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Post by Syd on Apr 12, 2020 19:46:35 GMT -6
(5, April)
Assuming Sels knew anything was the beginning of the end, really. Certainly not a good place to start, and even more disastrous place to finish. Probably wasn't all that good to come up with in the middle either. It was probably best to set your expectations low at any rate, and perhaps be occasionally pleasantly surprised every one in a while than to think differently.
Any who.
Apparently bored of her arm, she very suddenly acquired a face full of vulticus, giggling to herself as she fell over, dropping the device to fend herself off from the devious attack. When attempting to shove him off didn't work, she did what any professional creature handler would and clumsily wrestled her pet to the ground while keeping the full brunt of her weight off of him. "No hard feelin's, eh?" She laughed out, feeling his tail thumping regularly behind her and planting a loud kiss on his snout, which he sloppily reciprocated. Using the entirety of her sleeve to wipe off the remains, she quickly located her discarded walkie and scooped it up, keeping Flowers under control with a good ear rub; a classic that never failed.
"Ummm ..." she trailed off into the walkie, giving another look-see to confirm her suspicions that she had no idea what side of the mansion this qualified as. "I was gonna say the front bu' ...also maybe not?"
Again, that whole 'assuming' thing. Definitely bad for one's health.
"I'm def'nly outside tho' ...prob'ly. Maybe. I think?"
Downright hazardous, you could say. Selindra: 1.5 Flowers: 2 (3/5) / 5 (1/5)
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Apr 13, 2020 11:19:12 GMT -6
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Post by Darky on Apr 13, 2020 16:11:29 GMT -6
( Fhèr, Speak: 3 / Search: 1 )
The mammalian paused, backtracked and peered around the corner they just rounded towards the front fence. Well.. if they were at the front of the building, surely the two of them would have seen (and/or heard) them even before they got that far into the garden. There was a moment where the sphinx slowly blinked and brought up the device again, pressing down on the button, "Yeah, ah.. I have a suspicion that isn't the front of the house. For reasons." Another pause and a dutiful, "You can reply to this." before letting go of the button.
Fhèr climbed to the top of the mammalian's head, nestling in the hair, tied as it was, and raised her hand to shield her eyes. The little claw 'helmet' was arguably cover enough, but she liked to imitate where she could, even if it wasn't necessary. "I see no friend. All is tree and plant, garden every direction."
"Well, every direction except the manor-side, surely," the sphinx smirked, eyes looking up as the head kept intentionally level.
"No," the yang shook her head and pointed around them, "All direction!"
Darky wasn't entirely sure what the harachiu was on about, given her meaning was very occasionally lost in her attempt to speak properly (though more often than not, it was more intentionally lazily on her part), but then a creeping sense worked up her spine and she turned to look to where the front gate had been moments before. Now there was a hedge row there. In fact, as soon as her head flipped back around, there was a hedge row everywhere, the leaves made entirely of little notes and pieces of parchment.
Well.. this was new.
She clicked the device on again, a voice of forced calm paired with accepting-of-one's-fate deadpan transmitting, "So, ah.. We lost the front gate. Somehow. And we're in a hedge now. Apparently. I.. don't suppose you might be seeing a hedge anywhere you are?" It was worth a shot.
(6) April Darky: 3 Fhèr: 24 (3/5) / 26 (3/5)
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Post by Syd on Apr 13, 2020 20:30:31 GMT -6
(7, April)
The ympe sighed, loudly, rolling her eyes so heavily one could easily mistake them for marbles rolling in her sockets. "Y'see this, Flower Power?" She implored of her companion, blowing gently on his ear so it would twitch in response. "Having t'do all the work m'self, as usual." With a groan several decades out of place, Selindra hoisted herself to her feet, patting her thigh to help encourage the vulticus to do the same. Casting her vision around, she quickly found and decided upon a tree to climb in the same breath, scaling up partway to give her a bit of a better view without getting herself lost in the upper canopy. In theory.
And while Flowers pawed at the bark underneath her while voicing his desire to join her, she wrapped one arm around a sturdy branch near her head, bringing the walkie in that hand close to her face.
"I mean ..." Selindra trails off, squinting to the point of detriment rather than actually helping her see, but neither widening nor narrowing her eyes did much in the way of making anything clear and defined ...and then stay that way.
"Nah, anythin' big'n green are the trees really," she replied, giving a little bottle caught on a branch a funny look before picking it up. "There's ...a light post, an' a statue -" although calling it a statue might be generous, or brave, depending on one's confidence levels, "an' like, a white wall? Sorta?" And she wrinkled her nose at the last one, because hell if she could determine what it was even made of. After a good beat of silence for a reply back, she tacked on before the sphinx could start:
"Y'know y'don't have to do the 'you c'n reply to this message' thing every time, righ'?" Her grin became lethal.
"Just when it's funny."
Spirits bless the educators in the world, for they bear a righteous and thankless burden.
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"And how d'you lose a gate? How's tha' a thing you c'n do?" Selindra: 2 Flowers: 2 (4/5) / 5 (3/5)
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Post by Darky on Apr 14, 2020 0:24:29 GMT -6
The two huddled over the device, listening intently to the descriptions given. Well, the hedge wasn't exactly green but it was definitely big. At least, in so far as they stood in it.. When finding one's self in a box, the walls could be anywhere between an inch and a mile thick, for the perspective of the one inside the box. A sigh followed to the gate comment and she replied, "Wish that I knew the answer to that, but one moment it was there, the next it was gone. I think this month's theme is.. special."
The mention of a white wall perked the mammalian's interest (though, technically, it was more of a brownish-yellowish white wall, the papers didn't exactly look 'new'). Any port in a storm, tho.
"Wait, go back to the wall part," she transmitted, moving through a gap in the hedge to try and find an edge to the place, "This thing looks like it's made out of paper. Don't ask me why, but it is." Her eyes searched the ground for anything long, like a discarded branch or a piece of lumber. Instead what they found was a faintly glowing balloon, stuck in a corner, the rope entangled to the hedge. Well.. that would do.
The sphinx untangled the balloon and held it up as high as she could, so it could poke out from between the hedge lines, "Look to the wall place, do you see something small and blue there?"
(8) April Darky: 4 Fhèr: 24 (4/5) / 26 (4/5)
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Post by Syd on Apr 14, 2020 20:49:23 GMT -6
(9, April)
A noise of frustration could be heard from the tree as the ympe tried to re-position herself among its branches; her current perch was alright for a quick look-see, but she was mostly balancing herself between her arm flung around a limb and one foot pushing against another. Not her best work, to be sure, and fine for the temporary, but if she wanted a better angle above and down of the wall, she'd need a better position a bit further up. Shoving the little bottle in a side pouch, she then used that hand to help heave and twist her lower half to wrap her two legs over that first branch. Hanging upside down as she was, Selindra craned her neck back to look at Flowers upside down, doing her best to sound chiding from ten feet up like a wayward Shiku. The vulticus was barking now, giving little hops on his back legs as if he could run up the trunk if he tried hard enough, and she shushed him again. "Let's find our friends before we make any new ones, yeah?" She stage-whispered at him. When her words yielded nothing useful, she proceeded to roll her eyes and scramble up another five feet or so, clunking her forehead on another one of those bottles on the way.
"ALRIGHT," when the walkie was brought up again, "blah blah maybe close, over by the wall ..." And while she did see something, her nose scrunched as she paused to take in what she saw.
"Don't tell me th' house made'ja blue," she implored, giving it the stink eye, "'cause I dunno how'ta fix that."
Selindra: 2.5 Flowers: 3 (0/5) / 6 (0/5)
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Post by Darky on Apr 15, 2020 1:49:48 GMT -6
( Fhèr, Speak: 4 )
To the last piece of transmission, the sphinx craned a confused brow as a giggle sounded from atop her head. The harachiu shifted, leaning forwards on her head and laughed, "Friend funny!" Darky's eyes followed upwards, fruitlessly trying to catch sight of the yang just outside her line of vision, and the head tilted carefully (but not so much as to cause Fhèr to slide off) so she could catch sight of the balloon above them. Well.. it was a good sign, even if there were going to be explanations had later, to be sure. Darky smirked to herself, likewise carefully shaking her head in a slow motion. Oh the more things change, the more they stay the same.
She raised the device and clicked the button, "A problem for another time." intentionally leaving it a case of 'neither confirm nor deny', before continuing, "Keep an eye on us, do you see us move?" and she shifted several steps to one side, then the other. "If you see us moving, can you tell us which side is closest to the edge of this walled place?"
(10) April Darky: 5 Fhèr: 25 (0/5) / 27 (0/5)
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Post by Renathan on Apr 15, 2020 2:08:19 GMT -6
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Post by Syd on Apr 25, 2020 20:50:38 GMT -6
(11, April)
"Fixing?" She muttered to herself, nose wrinkling like she'd caught a whiff of something she'd rather not, "I ain't fixin' nothin'." Sels' only problem was going to be hauling the bottom of someone apparently round and blue towards a friend known for their love of the mysterious and magical, and letting them fix their sphinx. Saying that it was nowhere near the ympe's wheelhouse was an understatement of criminal offense, and she did her damn best to stay away from the law and those who enforced it, because.
Reasons, alright? Nothing anyone needed to concern themselves with, certainly.
"A yup, y'r moving," she confirmed, casting a quick glance downwards to check on her charge. While still barking, Flowers had gone from balancing on his back legs to sitting, so. That was something. "If y'r facin' the wall thing," she continued, keep going to y'r right, 'cause there's like a bit'a wiggle room 'tween the house an'it."
Another groan, and then a "Just follow the barkin', can't miss us." Selindra: 3 Flowers: 3 (1/5) / 6 (2/5)
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Post by Darky on Apr 26, 2020 10:29:55 GMT -6
"Right, got it," she confirmed back, then began to shift sideways to the right, keeping the balloon aloft. In itself the instructions were simple - keep heading right. The problem was the hedge would only allow them to go right so far, before they had to shift around a little. Of course, were it a normal hedge, they could just.. push through. But since it was a hedge made of paper, the sphinx didn't really want to test the theory of how proof fur would be against papercuts, much less have the yang do it.
Darky stared down the wall that was blocking them now, trying to peek around to see even a tiny bit of a gap anywhere, but to no avail. Sure, the hedge itself went a bunch of different other directions, but without an overview (and she doubted the ympe could help given her vantage point was far enough to assume she'd turned into a balloon. Admittedly, given the trickster theme of the month, a fair enough assumption, but even so) they would be wandering somewhat blind.
(12) April Darky: 6 Fhèr: 25 (1/5) / 27 (1/5)
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