by NebulaQueen » Fri Mar 14, 2003 12:31 am
OOC: As nothing else is really going to happen....fast forward time! Also; don't assume we're going to be fast forwarding straight to morning...yet...
Also, this post done with the help of Banjooie, the letter 3, and the number A.
IC: After all was said, done, and taken care of, the party had crawled into their sleeping spaces, planning on going to sleep.
However, they were unaware that on the other side of the city, someone was wide awake and forming plans of their own for the night.
"How...quaint."
"Cut the crap, I know you didn't come here to compliment my house on it's decor. The only reason your here is because I owe your little "friend" a debt."
"You know, there's nothing wrong with accepting a little politeness. In fact, it can even be a good survival skill at times."
The short man rolled his eyes, and responded in a deadpan tone, "Ahahah. You slay me at times."
"I try my best."
"Quit being a wiseass."
"You started it."
"Look, I don't have any time for this. What did you need to know?"
"Anything useful," responded the taller man in his characteristic silky voice.
The short man sighed, and twisted his moustache nervously. After shifting around for some papers on his desk, he handed them to the taller man.
"Do you know where they were heading?" he draweled out, while taking the papers.
"One of the taverns down south. The Roasted Piglet, or summat like that. Is there anything else you..."
However, before he could finish the statement, his comrade had left for other things
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It had been hours later since the group had began it's attempt at sleep, and Tristan was only beginning to get the hang of it for the night. After a plague of worries decided to, well, plague her mind in the way that worries do, she had finally fallen into a sleep. An uncomfortable, restless sleep, but a sleep nonetheless.
It would have been quite pleasant, in fact, were it not for the strange dream she had gotten herself into.
Tristan walked into a bright arena, almost blinded by the sheer amount of light contained therein. Thankfully, the lights began to dim down, until only two spotlights were left. One on her, the other on.
"Yinneah?" she asked with confusion in her voice.
The other person was, in fact, the Neo Vanist that was traveling with them. Currently, she was sitting on the ground, drawing something on the dirt with a stick. She stopped, interrupted, and looked around. "Ah. Light magic. I see," she responded.
"No, I don't," said Tristan, slightly annoyed.
"You don't? Well, there should be a torch around here."
Rolling her eyes, Tristan looked around. All of a sudden, a chill wind surrounded them...well, maybe just Tristan, as Yinnea seemed perfectly comfortable. The female youth tried to put her arms around herself for comfort, when she felt a strong prick impale her right arm. "Oh fer cryin' out loud..." She looked at her arms to see what was happening, and noticed in shock that the lower part of her left arm was slowly transforming into a sword.
"F#$@."
She turned around, and decided that grabbing Yinnea and leaving would be a good idea. However, when she started walking towards her fellow mage, her arm/appendage began to have a different idea. Well, actually, it did agree on the fact that they should go near Yinnea; it's just that it wanted to maul and slice her as opposed to helping her. It was even quite enthusiastic about this, as it started pulling her towards the Neo Vanists at quite a quick pace, almost like a dog running down the road with his poor owner being drug behind while handling the leash.
As the sword was getting closer to her face, Yinnea looked up again and said, "Right, you get a handle on that possession. I ain't Hzar, y'know."
"Well, this wasn't exactly a concious decision on my part, you know!"
Annoyed, Yinnea merely rolled her eyes, and broke the stick she was drawing with. All of a sudden, Tristan stopped, as if being slammed against an invisible window.
"Better?" Yinnea asked.
"Yeah, pretty much."
There was a long, awkward pause in which Yinnea and Tristan just stared at each other.
"So..." asked Yinnea, "when exactly are you leaving?"
"Erm, when I can find the exit."
"It's right under the turnip, didn't you see?"
Tristan blinked. "Turn...ip?"
"You know, the tapestry that's hanging up."
Tristan looked around, and noticed that on one of the walls there was, in fact, a tapestry. Of a turnip. Tristan shook her head at the insanity of it all, but decided to just get up and go to it. "By the way," she said, "thanks for telling me."
"Don't mention it."
After opening the round door found under the tapestry, Tristan found herself awake. She opened her eyes, and noticed that it was still dark. Not morning yet.
Shaking her head, she put her head down again and tried to get back to sleep, while filing away the rescent REM journey into her memory for future use.
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=nebulaqueen>NebulaQueen</A] at: 3/13/03 11:46:43 pm