It
- In the Duggins -
The little creature's breath smelled like carrion and peppermint tea.
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Post by It on Apr 30, 2007 14:09:14 GMT -5
*Gollum cowered a little, his voice becoming lighter, as if he was confused.*
"...we has not hurted the Erikses...why should the Erikses hurt us?"
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Post by Erik on Apr 30, 2007 15:59:35 GMT -5
*Erik felt a twinge of sympathy for the pathetic little creature. It was like a gnome, not a man at all, despite its talking. But then, he'd recently met a talking mouse and a flying boy, so he supposed that talking gremlins were only a natural progression.*
"Because Erik's secrets are his own!" *he insisted anyway.* "Erik cannot let just anyone paddle about down here! Why can't anyone see that?"
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It
- In the Duggins -
The little creature's breath smelled like carrion and peppermint tea.
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Post by It on Apr 30, 2007 16:27:01 GMT -5
"We is not just anyone...we was great when we had the precious..."
*Gollum sat on a rock and began to wail.*
"My precious! The precious is goooone!"
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Post by Erik on Apr 30, 2007 17:14:46 GMT -5
"Good god, would you shut up?" *snapped Erik.* "Erik has no idea what a 'precious' is, but he certainly didn't take yours. And it is not in the lake. So, if you'd kindly push off and leave the haunting to Erik, he would be most obliged not to punt you out onto the Rue Scribe himself."
*Sympathy only got one so far, Erik mused.*
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It
- In the Duggins -
The little creature's breath smelled like carrion and peppermint tea.
Posts: 69
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Post by It on Apr 30, 2007 17:32:18 GMT -5
*Gollum drew back from the shouting, muttering to himself.*
"Erikses shout at us. Wicked. Tricksy, False. We ought to wring his filthy little neck. Kill him! Kill him! And then we take the precious...he must have the precious, else he would not want Gollum gone and such a nasty place for himself...But the the spiney corpsey, he knows. Eyes always watching. Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyeses, make him crawl."
*Gollum smiled to himself.* "Yes. Yes. Yes. --Kill him.-- Yes. No! No! It's too risky. It's too risky."
*His pale lamplike eyes pierced the darkness and saw the figure of the girl, Megan, moving around inside the house on the lake.*
"We could let her do it. --Yes. She could do it. Yes, precious, she could. And then we takes it once he's dead. ...Once he's dead. Shhhhhh."
*Gollum laughed softly to himself and disappeared into the shadows, singing a little song to himself that echoed along the rocks and water.*
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Post by Erik on Apr 30, 2007 21:58:17 GMT -5
"Well," *Erik said to himself,* "that was different." *He shrugged and let the creature go, since it was clearly even less adapted to living in the world than he.*
We grotesques need to stick together. Or at the very least, not kill on another.
*He swam back home, rather enjoying the quiet.*
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Post by Julian on Jun 25, 2008 8:59:17 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Julian stalked silently along the shore of the lake, its black mirror reflecting back at him. He had hit a wall in his work and it frustrated him. If only Erik were here, it would be easier. But for now he had to wait. Again. He paused at a soft squeak beneath him. Looking down, he noted a gray rat peeking up at him. He bent to pet it, but it scampered back. That was odd. He stood again and stepped closer, but again it scurried away. Julian's brow lowered in vexation, but he followed the creature. His rodent companions had always looked out for him and he was sure the reason would soon present itself. After several crooks and turns, Julian stumbled upon a collections of human skulls. That was peculiar indeed. And wonderful. He smiled and sat, the rat scrambled up his sleeve to perch on his shoulder. Scratching its head briefly, he smiled and began sorting through the bones, looking for anything of particular interest.*
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Post by Wanizame on Jun 25, 2008 9:09:27 GMT -5
There were no other bones present, just skulls stacked neatly against a wall, all facing forward. They had no common features and were of random sizes, ages, colors. Some were chipped, missing teeth, cracked and broken, a couple looked ready to turn to dust.
The ones which were most whole, near the top of the pile had their eyesockets filled with items. Pebbles and buttons, broken glass, marbles...small items which had the common feature of being red.
And at the sound of intrusion, a pale bluegray head rose silently from the water far enough for eyes to be exposed. Large and glittering black with bright seagreen cores that glowed like candles under thick black glass. It disappeared again and a slight wake followed its progress to shore.
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Post by Julian on Jun 25, 2008 9:12:41 GMT -5
*Julian should have heard, should have seen. But the odd array of unexpected items had him fixated on the skulls. What a marvelous collection his friends had found him. He was reverent with each, carefully shifting thing to examine them. Someone had gone through great trouble. Perhaps his mother had never told him of this particular habit.*
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Post by Wanizame on Jun 25, 2008 9:20:50 GMT -5
The merman pulled itself silently up onto shore rather than making use of its usual careless leap, and padded on soft bare feet to its little covey of treasures. The sight of some stranger fingering its alter caused it to extend its wide jaws, white membranes raised over its eyes and it gave an unholy bellow, hunched over with its neck extended toward the man.
The darkness and solitude had altered the sharkman's looks some. It was paler, the eyes a bit larger, the jaws and the whole of its head broader and it had sprouted spiked fin-like membranes along its arms and legs, and a long, broad, rudderlike tail.
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Post by Julian on Jun 25, 2008 9:24:28 GMT -5
*Julian looked up to the newcomer, his brow furrowed trying to understand. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before, but magnificent nonetheless.*
"Good evening." *He offered genially, a skull still in his hand.*
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Post by Wanizame on Jun 25, 2008 9:29:53 GMT -5
It snapped jaws at him and took a step closer, reaching out to snatch the skull with a series of low, rapid clicks issuing from its throat, white-out eyes stayed trained on the man as it went to the pile and carefully set the bones back down, reaching out its other thick webbed hand and shoving Julian backwards away from its treasures.
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Post by Julian on Jun 25, 2008 9:33:46 GMT -5
*Julian frowned, releasing the skull without complaint, but the shove...*
"I did not know they were spoken for."
*He looked to the skulls and back to the creature.*
"I did not mean to intrude."
But this is my mother's house. And therefore everything in it is his as well.
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Post by Wanizame on Jun 25, 2008 9:42:18 GMT -5
It had turned around after shoving Julian away, shifting the skulls around, checking the topmost row for the Red Things, caressing its broad fingers around eyesockets and over cheekbones with another series of higher clicks before tossing its head over its shoulder and giving the man an angry snap of its jaws, though the membranes over its eyes lowered, leaving their deep glows visible again.
After it seemed satisfied that everything was in order it gave a groan and pushed its back up against the damp stone wall, rubbing back and forth at an itch where its flesh was erupting between its shoulder blades as a dorsal fin was trying to grow.
The fins on its arms and legs had already interrupted the old tattoos along its limbs, as the tail had done to the swirled patterns on its buttocks, now this new growth threatened the long stylized shark that adorned its back.
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Post by Julian on Jun 25, 2008 9:46:05 GMT -5
*Julian watched silently, waiting for some answer, but...*
"I can leave, if you would prefer."
Not that I wish to. You seem very interesting.
*He didn't blink, watching the colors and auras shift around the being.*
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