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Post by Thorn on Oct 31, 2017 12:18:02 GMT -5
Liou "His name is Wibbles," the mostly-zombie tries for a nonchalant shrug, but is quite clearly intrigued by this costume. "It's a stupid name, I know. How does that...? I mean, your costume...? Well. It's awesome anyway, and we do have some cool stuff. The candy on the porch wasn't enough?" He rummages through a small cabinet. "I knew it wouldn't be. I told him: 'Octavius, gummy bears are all the rage right now.' But nooooo. He needed the gross toffees, and the gobstoppers, because apparently kids these days don't like keeping their teeth. Or something." He stands up. "There. This house likes lost and misplaced things, new stuff's always turning up. You like cats? Here, I think this is pretty cool." He's holding a white teapot, with a red lid and blue-and-red cats prancing across its surface.
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Post by Lizica on Oct 31, 2017 23:24:28 GMT -5
Lizica knows it's a bit late in the evening, and she hopes it isn't too presumptuous to visit this house. She takes a lollipop for her candy bag, but the open door and the lit candles inside the house intrigue her. She pokes her head inside. (Thankfully her plaid cape has dried off by now; she wouldn't want to trail water into an old, old house of this grandeur.)
She knocks experimentally on the doorframe. "Good evening?" she calls inside. "Would you like the door closed?"
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 31, 2017 23:54:13 GMT -5
Gelquie Heart withdraws her hand somewhat awkwardly, but her face lights up when her visitor gives her the go-ahead. "Thanks! I don't get to meet many new people, so when I do I try to make an impression. I was a light mage, see?" She taps the starburst at her collar. "I'll get you some tea, and then we'll get to the cool stuff. Uh- that is, the house can get you some tea. My own tangibility is...variable, at best. But if you just say what you'd like, we can get that sorted, and then I'll show you why I won 'Most Promising Apprentice Spellcaster, category: light or dark magics' three years running." The figure nods vigorously. "Sounds great! I'm a fan of light and dark mages; they can do so many great things. I used to be not super great at writing them, but you can actually expand them pretty far with enough creativity. I'd love to see what you can do! And no rush on the tea, whoever does it..." Or whatever does it? They sit down. "Anyway, since you're offering some herbal or fruit tea, maybe something peachy? Only if you have it. Just so long as it doesn't have caffeine."
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Post by Thorn on Nov 1, 2017 3:52:44 GMT -5
Lizica Something drifts down the hallway. First the visitor see a huge grinning mouth, then a pair of beady red eyes, peering out of a formless-form-of-shadows-and-smoke. It moves fast, and before long comes to a stop right in front of her, those eyes casting a horrible red light across her face. "Name," it says. "Game. Name game?" Gelquie "Peachy tea? A lovely choice." Before long a pretty china cup-and-saucer, three-quarters filled with a hot orange beverage, materialises in front of the guest. Heart waits expectantly for her verdict, before she spreads her arms and continues: "I also think that light magic is pretty cool, though when I was alive I didn't agree. As a ghost, I'm limited in certain ways, but I'm still going to give you the best demonstration I can." She steps back, spreads her arms in a practiced gesture, and a swarm of tiny lights rise out of the floorboards. Green, blue, purple, red- and always flashing, always changing colour; until they all flash silver as one, then gold. Heart flicks her wrists, and the lights come together and bloom into a giant golden rose, swirling and unfurling above her head in the centre of this room. Ainsley pokes their head down through the ceiling. "Ooh! I love this one! Heart is really good- Heart, make the horse!" "I was just about to, Ainsley." "Wonderful!"
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Post by Celestial on Nov 1, 2017 5:32:06 GMT -5
Thorn"Oh, it's no bother. But if you want..." the lady allows the girl to place her hands on her arm, curious as to what she would do. The memory hits her suddenly and unexpectedly, wrapping around the lady like a blanket around the child. She watches, and by the time she is done, her eyes are brimming with tears and a wide smile hangs upon her face. "That is indeed a lovely gift. Our memories are the most precious things we can possibly have. Cherish it, more than trinkets or beads," she stands up from her chair. "I am afraid I must be going now. I have so much else to do tonight, and my horse might be getting restless. But..." She pushes the sheet metal and the kit towards the girl. "Keep this. I have a replacement, and you need this more than me. Have a Happy Halloween!" With that, the lady leaves the house, returning to her caravan. Her horse nuzzles her and she strokes its nose, still thinking about the lingering traces of the stranger's memory in her head. It does not last long, however, before she climbs into the driver's seat and leaves the house behind, to continue with its mysterious purpose.
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Post by Lizica on Nov 1, 2017 16:04:21 GMT -5
Lizica considers running away, but she feels frozen to the spot. (Maybe she got a lollipop stuck to the bottom of her shoe?) She really hopes that this isn't a vengeful spirit bent on possession. When the billowing shadows speak and apparently ask for her name for a game, she simply stammers, "Lizica?" She seems to recall that in some stories, knowing someone's name gave someone mystical powers over them--but hopefully it'd be okay since that wasn't her full name? "Do you have--what's yours?" she asks in turn.
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Post by Gelquie on Nov 1, 2017 18:54:19 GMT -5
Gelquie "Peachy tea? A lovely choice." Before long a pretty china cup-and-saucer, three-quarters filled with a hot orange beverage, materialises in front of the guest. Heart waits expectantly for her verdict, before she spreads her arms and continues: "I also think that light magic is pretty cool, though when I was alive I didn't agree. As a ghost, I'm limited in certain ways, but I'm still going to give you the best demonstration I can." She steps back, spreads her arms in a practiced gesture, and a swarm of tiny lights rise out of the floorboards. Green, blue, purple, red- and always flashing, always changing colour; until they all flash silver as one, then gold. Heart flicks her wrists, and the lights come together and bloom into a giant golden rose, swirling and unfurling above her head in the centre of this room. Ainsley pokes their head down through the ceiling. "Ooh! I love this one! Heart is really good- Heart, make the horse!" "I was just about to, Ainsley." "Wonderful!" The hooded figure stares in awe as all the lights change color, then come into one beautiful rose lighting up the ceiling. The scent of their tea wafted into their nose, but was otherwise forgotten as they stared transfixed at the light. "That... is an amazing display," they said with a smile. "If you're limited, I couldn't tell. That's really, really beautiful. And yes, I'd love to see the horse," they added with a grin. "Once I've taken a good enough look at the rose." They sipped their tea as they viewed the rose, taking it in before saying that they were ready. The figure seemed pretty willing to spend their time just watching the various light shows the ghost was ready to provide.
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Post by Thorn on Nov 1, 2017 18:56:23 GMT -5
Lizica The entity blinks, piercing yellow gaze boring into her. "Liz-i-ca," it repeats. "Name-game...name." The smoke draws together into the outline of a small humanoid. Its eyes suddenly burn blue, and what appear to be ghostly scrabble tiles materialise before it. "S-k-y-e," it says. "My name is Skye." A wisp of smoke drifts past, and in its depths the visitor can sense as much as see a domestic scene. The young girl pouts and folds her arms. "I can't do it!" "Please, pumpkin," her mother nudges the letter-tiles. "I know you can."
Frustrated. Hurt. "Nooo! Can't."
"It's a name you know. Can you sound it out?"
"No."
"Sk...?"
"Skye! My name. Skye."
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Post by Thorn on Nov 1, 2017 19:12:24 GMT -5
GelquieAinsley fully enters the room, sitting cross-legged in the air beside Heart, who smiles at her hooded guest. "I'm glad you like the rose. I stayed up all night perfecting it for my second-year examinations. Started to drift off in the second half and messed it up anyway, but I still passed." She splays her hands when the visitor indicates their readiness to move on. Shimmering golden threads stream from her fingertips, their other ends working into spirals of new light. The rose seems to fold in on itself, the bud reshaping into the head of a horse and the stem into its neck. The horse shakes out its mane and tail and then, as it rears up, first those extremities and then the rest of its form break up into little orange points of light- like fireflies, or embers. Heart smiles and dips her head. There's a haziness about her now, a bright light which makes it difficult to see her features and distorts her outline. "I was practicing that for my third year. Obviously there was a bit more to it than that but, like I said, I'm limited now. Though I'm pleased you couldn't tell. Light really is very pretty and I can't see myself choosing any other discipline."
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Post by Liou on Nov 1, 2017 19:51:45 GMT -5
Liou "His name is Wibbles," the mostly-zombie tries for a nonchalant shrug, but is quite clearly intrigued by this costume. "It's a stupid name, I know. How does that...? I mean, your costume...? Well. It's awesome anyway, and we do have some cool stuff. The candy on the porch wasn't enough?" He rummages through a small cabinet. "I knew it wouldn't be. I told him: 'Octavius, gummy bears are all the rage right now.' But nooooo. He needed the gross toffees, and the gobstoppers, because apparently kids these days don't like keeping their teeth. Or something." He stands up. "There. This house likes lost and misplaced things, new stuff's always turning up. You like cats? Here, I think this is pretty cool." He's holding a white teapot, with a red lid and blue-and-red cats prancing across its surface. A hand waves out of the costume. "Special extradimensional effects, or something. They're new, they do cool stuff - oooh, thank you - kitties! Kitt..." The fuzzy blue costume is zipped back up and switches back to floating darkness. The teapot hovers in a tranquil sort of fashion, rocking gently like a moored boat. The four-legged floating scribble levitates a little higher, then begins to pour itself right into the teapot. It snuggles in there quite comfortably and floats down to settle on the nearest available piece of furniture.
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Post by Thorn on Nov 1, 2017 20:05:36 GMT -5
LiouThe almost-zombie scratches his nose and shrugs. "I'm glad you like it. I'll pass on the bowing though, if it's all the same to you." His skin cracks as he smiles, and he scoops up Wibbles in his arms. "It was a cute pun. For an Undecipherable word-beast, that is." "Anyway, it was nice to meet you. My name's Felix. You can stop by any time, although most of us are only really around after dark. Happy Halloween, Undecipherable Word Cloud. I hope you get lots of nice sweets and things."
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Post by Gelquie on Nov 1, 2017 20:11:21 GMT -5
GelquieAinsley fully enters the room, sitting cross-legged in the air beside Heart, who smiles at her hooded guest. "I'm glad you like the rose. I stayed up all night perfecting it for my second-year examinations. Started to drift off in the second half and messed it up anyway, but I still passed." She splays her hands when the visitor indicates their readiness to move on. Shimmering golden threads stream from her fingertips, their other ends working into spirals of new light. The rose seems to fold in on itself, the bud reshaping into the head of a horse and the stem into its neck. The horse shakes out its mane and tail and then, as it rears up, first those extremities and then the rest of its form break up into little orange points of light- like fireflies, or embers. Heart smiles and dips her head. There's a haziness about her now, a bright light which makes it difficult to see her features and distorts her outline. "I was practicing that for my third year. Obviously there was a bit more to it than that but, like I said, I'm limited now. Though I'm pleased you couldn't tell. Light really is very pretty and I can't see myself choosing any other discipline." The figure gives a rueful smile. "All-nighters are difficult like that. But I'm glad you passed. And it looks like all the time you spent on it has paid off." They watch the next demonstration, awestruck. "You even transitioned from the rose. That is amazing..." They look to Heart and blink with concern. Was that... normal? ...Or good? ...Oh, was that what she meant by being limited? "Probably best not to do more," they say, taking in Heart's appearance. "But what you did show, I loved that. Definitely work well spent there. I think you chose the right discipline for sure; you have great talent in it."
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Post by Lizica on Nov 1, 2017 20:16:46 GMT -5
Lizica The entity blinks, piercing yellow gaze boring into her. "Liz-i-ca," it repeats. "Name-game...name." The smoke draws together into the outline of a small humanoid. Its eyes suddenly burn blue, and what appear to be ghostly scrabble tiles materialise before it. "S-k-y-e," it says. "My name is Skye." A wisp of smoke drifts past, and in its depths the visitor can sense as much as see a domestic scene. The young girl pouts and folds her arms. "I can't do it!" "Please, pumpkin," her mother nudges the letter-tiles. "I know you can."
Frustrated. Hurt. "Nooo! Can't."
"It's a name you know. Can you sound it out?"
"No."
"Sk...?"
"Skye! My name. Skye." Lizica's nervous fear sifts, and she feels the smoke's--her host's--frustration and hurt. And then after that on her own, sympathy. Words were hard! And learning to read was hard! "Skye is a very pretty name," she says. "The sky is something that can be beautiful during the night as well as the day. Is...is that something that's good for the name-game? How do you play? Scrabble is fun, too."
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Post by Thorn on Nov 1, 2017 20:28:01 GMT -5
Gelquie"She does!" Ainsley beams. "She's the best." Heart points towards a little side table, in an alcove beside her guest. She's smiling. "Thank-you. That really means a lot, I haven't had a chance to do that much in- well, in a while. Since you like magic yourself, there's something in there which might interest you." It's a brown leather-bound book titled Principles of Light Manipulation for Beginners. "That was one of my first textbooks," Heart goes on, still smiling. "It was old when I got it, but I think you'd get some use out of it. Even if only to help write your light mages." LizicaThe figure laughs, and dissolves into a cloud once more. "Yes! Good for the name-games. Lizica...is...like a lizard!" It giggles. "Scrabble! Like- scramble." Yes. These are all Good for the Name Game. =P
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Post by Gelquie on Nov 1, 2017 20:44:01 GMT -5
Gelquie"She does!" Ainsley beams. "She's the best." Heart points towards a little side table, in an alcove beside her guest. She's smiling. "Thank-you. That really means a lot, I haven't had a chance to do that much in- well, in a while. Since you like magic yourself, there's something in there which might interest you." It's a brown leather-bound book titled Principles of Light Manipulation for Beginners. "That was one of my first textbooks," Heart goes on, still smiling. "It was old when I got it, but I think you'd get some use out of it. Even if only to help write your light mages." "I'm glad I could give you the opportunity," the hooded figure says with a smile. Then they look down at the book, taking it in their hands. "A gift? I... thank you so much," they say with a warm smile. "It might be fun for me to read, and my light mages will appreciate this. I won't forget what you've shown me."
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