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eswareinmal2012-07-19 05:38 pm
bondsoflove) wrote in eswareinmal2012-07-19 05:38 pm
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Orb, RD11, somewhere in or just outside Schwanheim.
[A young man is backing away from view, staring forward with confusion. He has no idea what the orb is, has never seen anything like it, and is threatened by its presence.
He tries hitting it, to no avail. The sword, which looks a little too big for him, doesn’t work either.
He makes a noise of frustration and drops the sword with a clatter, pacing the little room in circles. He keeps a wary eye on the orb, waiting for it, or something inside it, to attack him.
After a while, he balls his hands into fists and sinks down against the wall, teeth gritted. He glares, no longer at the orb but at the floor, and pounds one fist.
His face contorts with some unseen pain, and he rocks himself back and forth, jaw clenched around silent sobs--his eyes are screwed shut as water leaks down his face and drips from his chin, his jaw. If you listen closely, you can hear his breath hitching in time with jerks of his shoulders.
He shakes his head--releases and re-clenches his fists. He’s mouthing ‘no, no’; he bites his lip and stops breathing completely, terrifyingly still.
He lets out his breath with a gasp and sucks it back in, harsh. Freezes again.
This repeats for a few minutes, but it seems to calm him. The rocking slows, and his breathing is less jagged and desperate. Finally, rubs his forearm over his eyes.
He focuses on the orb again, and his gaze flashes murderous, wild red. His voice is raw and full of more fury than should fit in his small, slender body.]
If this is an imprisonment, let me the fuck out before I set this whole place on fire.
He tries hitting it, to no avail. The sword, which looks a little too big for him, doesn’t work either.
He makes a noise of frustration and drops the sword with a clatter, pacing the little room in circles. He keeps a wary eye on the orb, waiting for it, or something inside it, to attack him.
After a while, he balls his hands into fists and sinks down against the wall, teeth gritted. He glares, no longer at the orb but at the floor, and pounds one fist.
His face contorts with some unseen pain, and he rocks himself back and forth, jaw clenched around silent sobs--his eyes are screwed shut as water leaks down his face and drips from his chin, his jaw. If you listen closely, you can hear his breath hitching in time with jerks of his shoulders.
He shakes his head--releases and re-clenches his fists. He’s mouthing ‘no, no’; he bites his lip and stops breathing completely, terrifyingly still.
He lets out his breath with a gasp and sucks it back in, harsh. Freezes again.
This repeats for a few minutes, but it seems to calm him. The rocking slows, and his breathing is less jagged and desperate. Finally, rubs his forearm over his eyes.
He focuses on the orb again, and his gaze flashes murderous, wild red. His voice is raw and full of more fury than should fit in his small, slender body.]
If this is an imprisonment, let me the fuck out before I set this whole place on fire.
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Faolan is strong!
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[Next question.]
And the monster in the forest?
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[Just his luck if it was some kind of statue.]
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What did the head look like? Any animal you know?
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[He's thinking--trying to put together the information into something comprehensible.]
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What's stopping you?
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Forgot!
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[Sasuke leans forward and pinches each of Faolan's cheeks, stretching his face a couple times.] Make it a mission. I'll help. I'd like to get as much information about this world as I can.
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Yes! Sasuke help!
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Where can I find you later?
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[The kid's pretty good.]
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What's it smell like?
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Everyone's is different. I'm told mine is cold and smells like ash. Or blood.
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[Faolan leans closer to bury his nose in Sasuke's arm.]
[OC: and what shall he smell like?]
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But he focuses on the nose against his arm instead.]
....Verdict?
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Purple.
[That probably isn't a good answer. People who are not werewolves, or so he has been informed, do not smell color.]
Smell like magic. And like grr. [He makes a growling face to show what he means. Daddy smells like that. It's a good smell.]
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He frowns, about to ask for elaboration when Faolan speaks up again. Like magic and "grr", with a face to demonstrate.
Taken aback, he just looks at the kid for a second, then gives a chuckle.]
You're a weird little kid.
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