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witchesreign2011-07-21 08:32 pm
tortileghostwriter) wrote in witchesreign2011-07-21 08:32 pm
second leaf [bbs/open action for training center]
[First, a private message...]
strider
begin running
[And then public.]
for better or for worse it seems ive been roped into this ridiculous date auction
while ill deal with the cause of the problem i suppose that while my presence as part of the proceedings is bothersome to say the least it cant hurt to entertain it
the banquet doesnt start until i enter the mead hall after all
on a much lighter note garden allow me to share a particular track with you all
it comes from the album that changed the face of drum and bass forever
ladies and gentlemen prepare
to hold
your
color
- tortileGhostwriter
[And then an audio embed, courtesy of a file transfer from the Hubtop...]
****
[After all of this, David can be found in the Training Center. As opposed to his standard saber, or the weapon with a remarkable resemblance to a lightsaber, he's holding something...different. A scimitar with a black blade, crackling with energy, looking less like it was there and more like a scar on the world, like dead pixels and is it shifting? A group of monsters is across from him. He holds the junctioning device in his offhand, looking at it for a moment. The name "YGGDRASIL" still stands out on the interface. Better to be sure...
He junctions her.]
Little solace comes...
[Summoning.]
To those who grieve...
[Darkness descends. The temperature in the room drops to precisely freezing.]
When thoughts keep drifting...
[The walls, floor, and ceiling of the room turn black. Featureless.]
As walls keep shifting...
[Vast endless corridors open up on the walls.]
And this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves...
[A spiral staircase forms behind him, leading down somewhere. Who knows where. A noise like a low growl becomes audible throughout the room.]
moments before the wind.
Yggdrasil.
[A sound comes, like the shifting of great tree limbs, like a great rustling of paper. A great hulking thing, vaguely human and female in shape but clearly monstrous, a face like a mask, bearing a smile like empty windows. A vast cloak of paper, long arms, with hands that were less hands now and more tentacle-like claws. A soft, definitely female voice, came almost like a whisper.]
David dear, don't be afraid...
[He dismissed her. Quickly. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he couldn't deal with her actually being present. The room swiftly returned to normal appearance and temperature, the light and heat returning. Now, to deal with the monsters.
Simple enough.]
[OOC note: Though it's a YouTube embed OOCly, for IC purposes, it's audio.]
strider
begin running
[And then public.]
for better or for worse it seems ive been roped into this ridiculous date auction
while ill deal with the cause of the problem i suppose that while my presence as part of the proceedings is bothersome to say the least it cant hurt to entertain it
the banquet doesnt start until i enter the mead hall after all
on a much lighter note garden allow me to share a particular track with you all
it comes from the album that changed the face of drum and bass forever
ladies and gentlemen prepare
to hold
your
color
- tortileGhostwriter
[And then an audio embed, courtesy of a file transfer from the Hubtop...]
****
[After all of this, David can be found in the Training Center. As opposed to his standard saber, or the weapon with a remarkable resemblance to a lightsaber, he's holding something...different. A scimitar with a black blade, crackling with energy, looking less like it was there and more like a scar on the world, like dead pixels and is it shifting? A group of monsters is across from him. He holds the junctioning device in his offhand, looking at it for a moment. The name "YGGDRASIL" still stands out on the interface. Better to be sure...
He junctions her.]
Little solace comes...
[Summoning.]
To those who grieve...
[Darkness descends. The temperature in the room drops to precisely freezing.]
When thoughts keep drifting...
[The walls, floor, and ceiling of the room turn black. Featureless.]
As walls keep shifting...
[Vast endless corridors open up on the walls.]
And this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves...
[A spiral staircase forms behind him, leading down somewhere. Who knows where. A noise like a low growl becomes audible throughout the room.]
moments before the wind.
Yggdrasil.
[A sound comes, like the shifting of great tree limbs, like a great rustling of paper. A great hulking thing, vaguely human and female in shape but clearly monstrous, a face like a mask, bearing a smile like empty windows. A vast cloak of paper, long arms, with hands that were less hands now and more tentacle-like claws. A soft, definitely female voice, came almost like a whisper.]
David dear, don't be afraid...
[He dismissed her. Quickly. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he couldn't deal with her actually being present. The room swiftly returned to normal appearance and temperature, the light and heat returning. Now, to deal with the monsters.
Simple enough.]
[OOC note: Though it's a YouTube embed OOCly, for IC purposes, it's audio.]
[BBS]
but its a plan nonetheless
keep me posted
[BBS]
[BBS]
its not a good plan
im afraid that unfortunately no one in garden can hope to reach my level of charm so thats yet another flaw in the scheme
yet it also alleviates the aforementioned issue somewhat
[BBS]
[Damn it, why can't sarcasm work over the internet?]
[BBS]
]
oh certainly
the frenetic pace of the auction will no doubt be a day marked in history as both beauteous and infamous
of pulchritude and valor that could have shattered mountains
destroyed empires and built them anew for reigns destined to last thousands of years
songs will be sung
women will weep
and the world will never forget
[BBS]
That was too ridiculous to warrant a response.
[BBS]
but rest assured that every last word was true and absolutely heartfelt good sir
[BBS]
[BBS]
really now keep up
it seems as though im the only one dedicating time to this repartee
[BBS]
[BBS] i apologize for him, he gets ridiculous over text
you just arent keeping up
a shame really
[BBS] It's fine!
[BBS]
just as cheshire said theres no helping that
were all mad here
welcome to wonderland alice
[BBS]
[BBS]
How about Truant, then? Though he could see, he walked in total darkness.
Lievre, maybe? She could have laid this world to waste. Perhaps she still will.
Or the blind man, Zampano, who wrote a book about a film about a house that is a labyrinth?
We suppose it all comes back to Mr. Danielewski, in the end. -Ed.
the book is a labyrinth dear boyand while other writers may certainly be entirely mad the insanity of that work is difficult to beat
[BBS]
[BBS]
triumphant once again