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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 20, 2007 22:21:52 GMT -5
"She's a cute little boat, but I don't trust her. What if she decides to buck us off? I never liked riding horses when I was little. Their eyes are just too big, and you can never tell what they're thinking." Eoms stepped tentatively into the rowboat and sat, scrutinizing it suspiciously. "Now this one doesn't even have eyes. How creepy is that?" He rubbed the grains of the old wood. "But she definitely feels like a Yasmin. Awww she's purring!" He definitely seemed to be taking a liking to the boat. "Come on Yasmin, can you take us to the school? Can you girl?" he asked, his voice light and babying. Whether the boat was in fact listening or was deaf as wood, the world would never know, but it did start inexplicably moving out onto the lake. One would hope it was going to the school. Hope.
"Yasmin says that you shouldn't yank her chain... or break it. She's really very cross at you. But she also likes how your magic tastes. This might evolve into a humorous love-hate relationship... or get us killed. Everyone goes in the end, right?" Eoms shrugged with both of his hands raised, a smile on his face. "Look at the bright side, we can't see the shore anymore!" he exclaimed.
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Post by Creator on Nov 20, 2007 22:32:49 GMT -5
"Yes, that's because we're more than two feet away from it," Hawk growled, not bothering to turn to look at him. "I could hardly see my feet in this fog." A red light shone out from Hawk's eyes, illuminating the water in the air in an attempt to light the way. "Do you always talk to boats?" he asked, blinking as the heat became too painful to sustain the light. "It can't be normal. What the hell am I saying? I'm talking to a badger. A badger with nothing to live for, apparently."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 20, 2007 23:06:21 GMT -5
"It was a pygmy ocelot," Eoms corrected him, "but I like my human form better. I have such nice hair, and two legs instead of six!" Eoms then bent over and poked Hawk in the eye. "Do your eyes always blink red light? Or is that your turn signal?" Eoms decided that if people were obtaining turn signals, the world was really getting insane. Turn signals? What was next? Carburetors? Bath toys? They weren't animals, after all.
Something was itching the lining of his half-skirt, and upon investigation he found a piece of paper there. It had a big heading of 'Student Elective Class Choices', which was followed by the listing of many classes with a check box next to each. He really couldn't figure out what it was or how it had gotten there, unless it was just a trendy background of a notepad. He had ordered a box of them recently, but they never came. That shouldn't interfere with him having them, though, logically.
Now they glided through their small patch of visibility, the fog boiling around them. He really hoped Yasmin knew where she was going. Woman were so flighty sometimes.
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Post by Creator on Nov 20, 2007 23:19:54 GMT -5
Hawk leaned back, watching Eoms' finger move just over his eye. "Watch it," he said with an increasingly annoyed tone. "It's just the color of my magic, I guess. Never thought much of it." He raised his gun to check his calculation once more, and took a moment to find the same window he had aimed at before. 'So we're not doing too bad,' he thought, lowering the weapon once more. He pocketed it and glanced back at Eoms. "What's that?" he asked, spotting and taking the paper. He took a minute to read it in the mist, but finally handed it back to Eoms. "So you're just playing stupid," he said hotly. "I want Potions, Flare, Samurai, and Survival," he added, assuming "Flare" dealt with fire and "Potions" was geared toward poison.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 21, 2007 22:07:17 GMT -5
The paper seemed to check itself as he said them, and then the slip flew back into Eoms's pocket, but he seemed not to notice. "Playing stupid?" he asked, puzzled. "I am pretty swell at crossword puzzles, you know." The mist was clearing now, the boat obviously approaching the far side of the lake, better known as the school side. Yes, poor Hawk's nightmarish traipse into insanity was nearly at an end.
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Post by Creator on Nov 22, 2007 0:01:02 GMT -5
Hawk could see the edge of the lake in sight and let out a sigh of relief. "'Bout time," he said, "I've had about all I can stand right now." He cursed to himself, looking at his finger. "Your stupid little trick gave me a papercut." He pulled out his small black briefcase and readied himself to jump out at the soonest possible moment.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 22, 2007 20:14:44 GMT -5
"What trick? I'm no magician," Eoms said blankly. "Your finger seems to bleeding, however. Does it do that often? Rebellious little limbs, fingers, they just want attention though." For some reason, the boat halted its progress entirely. "Oh my," he exclaimed, putting his ear to the boat's rail. "Yasmin says she wants payment, or she'll take us back. Hm... do you have any money, Hawk? I'm broke."
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Post by Creator on Nov 22, 2007 20:31:01 GMT -5
"Tell Yasmin if she doesn't take us the rest of the way right now, I'll kill her," he said, "just like Mr. Chain." He clenched his fists, trying to remain calm.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 22, 2007 21:28:17 GMT -5
Eoms related this to the boat and waited patiently for an answer. His eyes started to tear as the dark story unfolded. "Yasmin says that Mr. Chain, though his real name was Leonard, was her only reason in living and that she does not care now. She says the only reason she took us across is because in her society, those who kill their mates are obligated to become their new mates. She loves you Hawk, and she says that she wants a kiss from you, at the very least." The teacher shook his head in emotion, but then he frowned. "She also says that as a woman with nothing to live for, she'll probably impale us with one thousand splinters before drowning us in the frosty depths of the damned under this watery surface..."
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Post by Creator on Nov 22, 2007 21:52:56 GMT -5
"Yeah. Okay. Whatever moron," he said as he put the gun back into the briefcase. He jumped out of the boat and into the water with a magnificent splash. It was cold, but he had a sort of inner warmth from the magic that was seldom used.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 22, 2007 22:07:45 GMT -5
The water around Damon started the bubble like a kettle of water, though it was still ice cold. The air bubbling to the surface was really the methane and carbon dioxide of deceased, now releasing their clouds of rotting gas as they shifted and stirred. There was movement on the surface. The dead were coming, ravenous.
"Hawk, you should get back on the boat," Eoms called, looking worried. "Hawwwk?" The mist around them now glowed like tendrils of fierce silver, becoming brighter by the second.
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Post by Creator on Nov 22, 2007 22:19:04 GMT -5
"Fxxk you," he shouted, "I'm not kissing the damn boat because some retard has a brain tumor!" He could see the shore clearly now; it wouldn't be too much longer. If he could just make it in time. The water seemed clouded with red, as he could see the path every bubble was taking as it rose up to the surface, and he knew the bubbles were focused around him.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 23, 2007 19:10:33 GMT -5
With a flash of bright light the boat splintered apart in a small explosion, sending Eoms flying with many a shard of wood sticking out of him. Instead of plunging in the water, for some odd reason, he hit it as if it were concrete, bouncing hard with a cry of pain and rolling to a stop.
A silvery essence had departed from the boats remains in the form of a young woman. Tatters of seaweed formed a loose tunic on her form, and her sandy hair whipped back and forth, though the air was dead and windless. Perhaps the worst was her eyes, pupiless and blazing with white fire.
"If thou doth prefer the embrace of death rather than of mine own arms, so be it!" she screamed, and the dead reached the surface. Hundreds of kicking feet and groping hands churned the water around Hawk, trying to grasp him and pull him under, or just to rip off what they could. The fog was roiling just as badly as the water, distorting his location. Eoms appeared to be unconscious, lucky Hawk.
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Post by Creator on Nov 23, 2007 19:19:21 GMT -5
'Well whadaya know,' he thought, 'there really was a chick in there.' He glew momentarily red and let out a bright burst of power, sending the dead back a short distance and himself forward. "Get your stinking hands off me, you damn, dirty zombies!" Water had been splashed into the air with the burst of magic, and he could see that some of the higher-sent particles were going to land on solid ground. For a moment, he considered Eoms, but it didn't last long. He had to look out for #1, after all.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 23, 2007 19:34:27 GMT -5
All in all, Hawk could even be considered lucky. He was close to land, so the water was too shallow to allow the 'really big fish' to come searching him out. However, that did not exactly help the deal, because many men could attest to the fact that there are few things more dangerous in the world than a distraught woman.
Yasmin, or whatever her name was, flew after Hawk, a rusty sledgehammer in her hands that looked quite real compared to her misty self. She raised it, preparing the cave the student's head in.
Eoms stirred, mumbling something about cranberry sauce. Blood dripped from various small cuts and impaling splinters, but none were too deep; he managed to regain his feet. The fight had moved a bit away from the perplexed teacher, and his curious black eyes examined the silent area. "Hawk?" he whispered, rubbing the back of his head. Another concussion didn't really bother him. After all, he was so smart already, losing a few brain cells wouldn't make a big difference. Now where had his student gotten to?
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