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Post by The Madman on Jun 9, 2015 12:25:01 GMT
"I killed them," said the wizened figure in the tree, glee suddenly filling its eyes. "I killed them and I rejoiced. The deathless spirit awaits you here. This is his land, by conquest and by right and he cares not for the weak."
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 9, 2015 12:31:21 GMT
"I suppose it's a good thing my companions and I are not particularly weak." She didn't like the expression on his face, the gleam in his eye. "Who did you kill?"
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Post by The Killer on Jun 9, 2015 12:42:49 GMT
"The sea could not claim us, and I was freed to ravage as I chose," the foul thing smacked its thin lips in delight, "but my deeds were not unseen, they never are, not yours not mine. Do not regard my fate Marisa Talking-Cat, regard your own. Those who hid set forth into the snow, those who pursued them were themselves pursued. This land does not welcome you."
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 9, 2015 13:57:19 GMT
"We should," He knew they would not. People like them never stopped moving long enough to meet at a moment of stillness. He'd lost count of the number of Auf Wiedersehens that had become, without him realising it, goodbyes. The simple "See you around," that became a silence of a couple of days, a week, some months, and then drifted into "someone I used to know." Each one left a hole, a gap in the life, but it was easier to keep moving than to stop and see how much they were bleeding. "After this, we'll arrange it. All of us. We'll go to Paris or something." "Hmm, Paris in peacetime, I would like that. We can also pay a visit to some friends there." She snorted. "... and try to avoid someone called Yvette Rodin." She realised Hugo didn't know who she was talking about and elaborated. "I owe her a watch I can't replace." |
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 9, 2015 20:15:49 GMT
"My friends and I have a purpose here, welcome or not. The 'soulless one' will just have to put up with it." She paused. "What became of the people who hid and their pursuers?"
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 9, 2015 21:40:29 GMT
"must have been an impressive watch," Hugo suggested with a smile. "But Paris it is."
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Post by The Speaker on Jun 9, 2015 21:45:34 GMT
The thing entombed in the wood hesitated.
"I listen... let me listen to the wood and to the earth and to the rocks, they will tell me."
He .. it.. closed its eyes and shuddered.
"They fled from their room. One died in the snow. One died by a bullet. One learned the secret words. One was taken by the Deathless. Four there were, two there are. One is helpless in the arms of death, one is becoming more than they were..."
It made a sudden choking noise.
"I cannot say more... the Deathless one... his attention turns this way. If I speak he will.. he will.."
He became silent, motionless.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 9, 2015 22:00:59 GMT
Deathless. That could mean many things.
Marisa raised her wand and half turned, listening.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 9, 2015 23:27:34 GMT
Marie was getting a feeling and had only half a mind for Paris. She didn't like when their group split up without contact. Not a useful nervous tick in war she knew.
"It's too quiet up there. Let's see if this still works."
She took out a medal and tapped it with her wand. "Montgomery, are you still near the trees?"
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 10, 2015 7:50:59 GMT
Allbrass cursed himself. On an active mission and he was rambling about Paris. What was happening to him? He fell quiet and waited for contact, eyes scanning the middle distance for any sign of movement.
There was nothing moving except for a couple of large black birds, high up, circling. Allbrass shielded his eyes and glared up at them wondering if they were spies.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 10, 2015 10:19:33 GMT
She raised her wrist up to answer, "Still near the trees. Something is" she tilted her head, "possibly comething this way."
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 10, 2015 10:57:25 GMT
"We'll be right with you." She closed the connection and broke into a run. "Marisa thinks something is coming her way," she said in case Hugo hasn't heard that.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 10, 2015 11:03:14 GMT
"On we go then," said Allbrass and he broke into a run, casting a Sidestep charm on himself as he went. This was a useful defensive charm that made him appear to be about seven or eight inches to one side of his actual location. It made conversation seem awkward but could make a vital difference against an enemy hurling spells.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 10, 2015 16:23:02 GMT
They got close to where the birds had flown up and looked around if she saw Marisa. With her red hair she ought to be easy to spot in the snow.
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Post by That which is written on Jun 10, 2015 22:49:33 GMT
One of the ravens that was flying above dropped suddenly out of the sky, swooping down and landing atop the strange tree in which the man was entombed. The raven perched there and looked at Marisa, and cawed loudly, a harsh grating scream of a noise that reached Marie and Allbrass too, they were not far away.
It shuffled from foot to foot and called again.
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