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Post by Kristofor on Oct 12, 2020 5:49:54 GMT -6
He notices me looking at his blackened feet. "Side effect of losing my link. This is much better then it was. Couldn't walk properly for weeks without wearing socks." he angles his foot toward me. The underside is NOT blackened, but quite painfully pink. "The crust keeps falling off when I walk around in shoes. Socks I can just barely manage." he sighs and stops messing with his feet. "Also, invisibility doesn't make your senses invisible. It doesn't make you a ghost, just invisible. Unable to be seen." "You really should've kept your invisibility going, ifrit." I can hear crunching of footsteps coming up the path, down the path... which path? Turning around, I see the child from previous, no longer covered in familiars blood and feathers. "Dropping it led me right to you." He looks to me. "Hello Kristofor. You are back with another creature to walk, I see." This one is mine actually., I have to step forward to catch Dawson, who has one of the ifrit?s boots in his jaws. Start accept blood/scary sights 71
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 12, 2020 5:55:45 GMT -6
"Crow." the not-freaper nods to him. The boy glances up, and smirks openly. "The freaper must've caught you. He's been hiding from me..., and is trying to throw me off his trail by leaving dummies." The redhead sighs and covers his mouth with a gloved hand. "Didn't ask to be this way, or to get caught. but you had the stooges sniffing around the gate. I thought guard dog was your job." the not-freaper poked at the child. He runs clawed black tipped fingers through his hair. Wait, clawed? Dawson actually sees him now. Or rather senses him. YARP! The pup struggles openly against me. Trying to calm him down. "Ifrit, last I checked, you're not exactly welcome on this premise. The young master will be most displeased for having his magic knotwork burnt to the ground." He notices the figure massaging his feet again. Two and two are putting themselves together. "So the magic siphon barrier is working. Interesting..." 72
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 12, 2020 6:00:28 GMT -6
"Lets me be invisible, but can't use my own magical ability inside this spooky place? Nice master." the redhead scoffs. He doesn't get down, but stays perfectly right where he is. "Item based magic isn't siphoned, ifrit." the crowlike child responds, staring up at the other with a look of distaste across his pale features. Was crow his name or just a nickname. Granted, I dont' even remember hearing his name, but he got mine without a problem. Because I had introduced myself. But I'm worried about losing hold of Dawson. I cover his eyes as he drops the boot, whining audibly. He wants down, off, away from the scary boy with the scary smell and sense and all around wrongness. And was that the name of the figure in the tree, ifrit? What is an ifrit?, I finally ask. The two stop their bickering and look at me. "An ifrit is a fire imp. When his special power works right, that ifrit can move very quickly. But not so much when he lands here." 73
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 12, 2020 6:05:42 GMT -6
"And you're still scaring off anything that isn't demonic in nature, crow." the redhead answers back, caustic in tone and in look. He doesn't appear happy at all. "Animals aren't stupid." The boy smirks but doesn't respond. True, I don't like being around him either, but its Dawson who's going apepoop crazy and wanting down very very badly. I back off a few paces. He doesn't approach me further. This must be common. "They can sense wild nature and true talent." Why was it that the redhead was looking at me when he said that. "You're wasting your breath. He's not a magic seeker. I'm not even sure if he can sense the thickness of the spellwork that the master wove on here when he warped reality to match the seasonal holiday month." the boy casts me off without a thought. You're wrong., my voice comes to me, indignant. I'm not sensing it, but if I touch something magical, I felt something. 74
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 12, 2020 6:09:39 GMT -6
"I forgot. I handed you that familiars heart. You did act like you sensed something very brief. So its a sense, but its very weak." the boy said, still not paying full attention to me. "Let your pup down. Go take a walk around. He's going ot make you bald in spots again." A sharp smile split his features again. "And I'll continue my conversation with my 'friend' the ifrit." He turns away from me. I cautiously let Dawson down and pat the hound briefly for puttin gup with being helpd so much. He strains at the leash to get away and try and find somewhere else to take his boot and play around. "For the last time, crow, I am not an ifrit! Get it through your head. If there's any space left, with polishing every surface known and unknown to man and all your servantly duties." "Says the one who can burn down a building by shopping inside." The back and forth continued as we hoofed it out of there. 75 +1
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Post by Jack on Oct 12, 2020 8:57:32 GMT -6
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 20, 2020 22:55:40 GMT -6
We escaped from the pair without a moment to lose. Dawson ran and ran until he trotted to a halt, his tongue hanging out adn panting. Running on all fours takes more energy then running on two, but who knew. Foxfolk usually don't hit all fours. The area we found was no longer near the gate, or the apple tree. Erect stones poked out of the ground here and there, etched with writings that I couldn't read from this far away, if at all. A graveyard. Chasing around the nearest stones, was the strangest look of small creatures, very similar to the bottled shadow and the eying spleeny. Two of each were similar in shape, of a skeletal canid, and a strange object with a tail and tusks. Dawson saw the variety, saw the flare of creatures of something darting forth through the parade, and ducked behind my legs. Whimpering. Scarry things. 76
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 21, 2020 0:09:03 GMT -6
Less so of a brawl, more of the strangest, yet smallest conga line ever concocted, especially when most of the things weren't even trying. The stone shadowed something. On second glance, I could see a second bottle freaper. The line of monster minis dodged away from its tiny shadowy scythe, squeaking and growling and the thing with red eyes and looked more like a worm with arms all out shrieked as it avoided the tiny scythe. There's a squeak behind me and I step out to let Dawson view the monster mash. Although its unusual, I'm not scared. Heck, Harmony wouldn't be scared. Dogs shouldn't be so scared. Whine, whine.... he tucked his tiny tail between his legs and cowered in place, staring at the monsters that were nearly his size. The whining and crunching of gravel under my paws, would get the monsters attention. Especially the dogs who were dead. Wait, dogs? Ears aren't bones...? 77
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 23, 2020 11:02:30 GMT -6
The conga line bumped into its leader, a 'beefy' guineapig sized thing with tusks, a frill of blue feathers on its head and tail, and the color of light blue fur dye. Behind it, a carbon copy except it had a dusty rose body that gradiented to purple up top. All the sets of eyes were on us now. I wasn't seeing things, two of them appeared to be canine in appearance; but made of bones. Instead of skin, mist and fire inhabited the emptiness of eyes and between the ribs. Dawson wasn't doing any better with all the attention of the scary little creatures around him, the fear response extreme. He cowered closer to the ground as the line broke up and surrounded us. It wasn't very often to be surrounded by mini monsters. If they were bigger, I'd be more concerned. Between all of us, the ifrit's boot remained on the ground. Did he really take that along? Yep. 78
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 23, 2020 12:30:04 GMT -6
The blue tusk beast lumbers forth, its feet almost like they were covered in socks, with two assumingly distinguishable toes. A growl boils in my throat at the much smaller creature. Its yellow eyes, very similar in color to its vibrant markings, glance at me but level on Dawson instead. If the poor thing got any more scared, he might just flip out and run for his life. Bark! bakr bark! The tuskbeast turns to look at the pair of skeletal dog things. They yap and bark and sound incredibly... hollow to my ear. Trotting up out of line to turn around and bark at the tuskbeast. Were they.... scolding it? Shivers of fear went through Dawson, squeezing his eyes shut. His fox was so big against these scary things but they were all on him. On him! But he heard barking? Carefully opening one eye, he could see the spindly limbs of the two doglike things, barking off the tuskbeast. 79
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 23, 2020 20:03:15 GMT -6
Nothing knew where the skeledogs came from; as they looked nothing specifically like any of the labs animals. Ok, none of the 'old' animals; but what happened to the pets that got lost chasing down a pocketpet? The estate is a dangerous place, after all. But regardless of what they were, or could be now beside animated bones, dogs remained a pack animal. Like wolves. Foxes were more solitary. The two spindly animated skeletal dogs barked at the tuskbeast again, their detached lower jaws clattering with growls and barks. Were they... defending Dawson? Who was still frozen. The tuskbeast grunted, no longer interested. The 'twins' were bothersome on a good day, and abominable on a bad one. It lumbered back into the circle, away from the cowering fleshling puppy. The black boned beast made a motion that might've been a huff if it could breathe, and turned around. Between them and Dawson and myself was the ifrit's boot. 80 +1
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 24, 2020 5:30:50 GMT -6
Glancing around us, I could see the unease in the movements of the rest of the monster mash. What, had it been all flowers and sunshine in their motely group until that second? I doubt it. Granted, the 'gathering' of these creatures must happen often enough for them to be taken home by the hunters of the estate. The ones that the servant child seemed to hate. The crow child. BB (black bones) put a spindly paw on the boot's surface; one that did not go through. Claiming its prize. There were no ligmants or tendons attaching that lower jaw, as it expanded and grabbed the boot. Almost as big as it was. Dawson whined audibly enough that we could all hear him. Please don't take my boot. It is my boot. GRRRR.... the hollow growling of BB as he backed away with the boot. Playful hollow bark yaps came from bb (blind bones), as it backed up too. Come and get it, they seemed to chime. 81
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 24, 2020 5:38:42 GMT -6
Dawson could taste the ash when he carried the boot about; but the B&b couldn't. No sense of taste, or did ghost spectres have a sense of taste? The two boney dog things gave him space, but goading him. Tanunting him to retieve his toy from bullies. His legs were planted on the dirt firmly, elbows and knees bent as the living animal whined again. Pleading. The hollow growls increased as the black dog dropped its head, practically to the ground, its skeleton pointing skyward. A...playful position? A point, tipped by red fire, waved behind where the bones ended. Armm? Dawson's head tilts sideways a bit, his long ears dragging on the ground. Wait, they want to play? bb bounced downwards in a playful position, before opening its spectral bone jaws and taking hold of the boot too. Pulling on it some, but instead of making the boot move, the head remained behind and the body skipped backwards. 82
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 24, 2020 5:44:57 GMT -6
I can't help myself anymore; trying to swallow my amusement; from my own standpoint, the two animals are trying to goad, to taunt, hells, to invite Dawson to play tug of war with them. I won't lie, its a tempting offer. But poor Dawson just seems confused over his fear. Did he need to be shown I'm not afraid either? Oh what was that noise again. Carefully, I sit down, my knees going nearly to my jawbone to decrease my height. The two spectral bone animals don't miss me, but don't back away further. A playful growl escapes me as I reach for the boot myself, taking hold. bb's body is practically skipping about while gripping the boot with its head. My grip isn't nearly as firm, but its solid and corporeal. A few experimental tugs. Animatedly, bb releases the boot with its head, and the head rolls back to its body on a weird sort of black mist 'tape'? BB isn't so keen to release its prize though. Growling again, it tries to pull back; but being about half the size of Dawson itself, there was no strength in that grip. 83
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Post by Kristofor on Oct 24, 2020 5:52:59 GMT -6
Does not compute. Does not compute. My master is playing tug of war with the scary dogs. Dawson's brain couldn't fathom the sight before his eyes. His fox, was playing with the other dogs. Just a bit. He wasn't scared. Bones were inside food, and the food didn't play tug of war with his fox. It shouldn't move at all, right? His brown eyes flick back and forth between the two way tug of war. Over HIS boot. The look swipes to the bb, scrabbling to reattach its head to its body so it could rejoin the fray of tug of war. Glancing at the loose circle of small monsters. The two tuskbeasts stamped in time, grunting along with the stamp. The other two, less corporeal, more of spooks, made little shriek noises. ...were they cheering for BB, who stood strong against the livin' fox, still trying to win the tug of war. Granted, his fox wasn't trying very hard. 84
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