"Lost" Isn't the Right Word (Open)

[Person]

Chase wasn't lost: he was just taking a leisurely run through the woods. These never-ending woods. Each tree seemed to have the same eerie feel as the last, like he would never leave this God-forsaken place.

So maybe he was a tiny bit lost.

But if he went missing, he would never hear the end of it from Thanatos. Chase had only just convinced the bird to leave him alone this morning, and that was under extreme circumstances, and under a false pretense that he would practice necromancy. He had even brought along the cloak in a small backpack and tucked his scythe into a nook to hold it in place.

He stopped running in a very scenic place, surrounded by the every popular decaying branches and arm-long insects. He cursed whoever thought up evolution and thus created such large creatures. Chase stared at a very long and feathered centipede with disgust, and promptly followed it up with a mental 'Eww'. The teen took some well needed steps back from the genetic giant and sat on a long, only to roll it over and discover another one of the beasts hiding underneath. "Oh, come on!" he yelled into the canopy of the forest in anger.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

((I'm just going to follow you untill I unintentionally kill every RP you're in... >.> <.< actually I just feel like posting somewhere and this was available.))

"Carden? Is that you? How many towels did you bring because God! I'm a mess!" There was an explanation of eternal gratitude to this Carden guy whom was apparently bringing towels for some unexplained reason or another. There was a strained and pained noise and a head popped up, his eyes hazel in color and his hair nearly white, it's blonde so light. "You're not Carden!" the fellow was covered with blood, he had apparently met some misfortune in the forest and was depending on this Carden, "Gah, he's been gone for four days now, I don't think he'll ever get back." There was a frown on the stranger's face as he muttered something and let his head fall back on the ground. His ears were long, so apparently he was elven. It could be amusingly enough noted that surrounding the elf were carcasses of this or that, beaten with a blunt object, probably the slender and elegant walking stick that the man had, well he had to defend himself some way or another.

"I'm just a travelling magician... how do I get into these messes?" he muttered to himself, obviously not seeing fit to bother with Chase right now. He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the trees overhead, if Chase could sense magic at all then he would be able to clearly feel that the incapacitated fellow was utterly worthless when it came to magic, in short words he was a nobody. It would now be guessed that this Carden guy wasn't coming back and that the stranger was left for dead. He did kinda have an annoying streak in him...

Annoying, random, green,-brown,-red,-and-yellow-clad, feather-in-cliched-looking-green wizard-hat-thing, talking, bleeding, guy was probably better off dead, Li-Wa votes that you leave him to rot.



Do you:

• Leave him there to die- he's annoying. (Turn to page 123)
  
• Help the poor guy, he might be useful! (Turn to page 17)
  
• Chop him up into small peices. What? I'm hungry and I'm lost so I need all the food I can get! (Turn to page 25)
  
• Sacrifice him to the feathered centipedes- maybe I'll find favor with them then! (Turn to page 99)
  
• Make mad, passionate love to him! It's not rape if you say suprise beforehand and he's the one completely helpless in the middle of a completely person-less forest! He's practically offering free pony rides! (O.o What the hell, Brandon!)

[Person]

"What the hell?!" Chase screamed at the bloody magician. He grabbed his scythe from his back and proceeded to inch back from the psychopath. Was this school some sort of haven for the crazies?

"Stay back, before I have to chop your block off," Chase said with a noticeable shakiness in his voice. He held his scythe out in front of him like a spear protecting a man from a wild beast. The retreat seemed to be going well, that is, until he tripped over another, larger feathered centipede.

He landed with a heavy 'THUD' onto the decaying forest floor, just missing the large feathered centipede that had just tripped him. Had Chase been less of a man, and by that I mean, had he not bottled up emotions as often as he did, he might have cried. The scythe was just barely held in his hand as he collided with the ground, and he raised it up again in fear as he mentally screamed at whosoever thought this place was a good idea.

Man did this place suck.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

There was a frown on the man's face and he stood up, "Well, enough vacationing..." he obviously felt like laying on the forest floor wasn't an advantageous way to spend his time anymore, especially since he was effectively abandoned. There was an eccentric air about it, perhaps in the gestures made with his hands when he talked or the way he carried himself, not like it mattered much though. "And that's a nice and probably expensive can opener to carry with you on an outing." he noted, motioning to the scythe, "And perhaps a tad cliched in a way."

"Anyways, I'm looking for a Twilight Moon Academy and after four days of staring at this particular spot I can assume it's not here. Would you know it's precise location? I seem to have lost it." Great, this guy didn't know where they were either.... and even worse, he had gotten lost from TMA as well, though he seemed to be making it out that the entire campus had run away from him or something insane of the like and obviously he didn't give a damn that Chase was rather very much freaking out at the current moment.

[Person]

Ironically, bringing the scythe was insane to the loony, but to Chase it was perfectly logical ever since his run in with the two imps. He wouldn't be caught with his pants down (in a metaphorical sense) again. "Wh-why are you so bloody?" he asked, completely ignoring everything that the man had to say. After all, it wasn't what he was saying so by Chase's reasoning it wasn't anywhere near as important. "And more importantly, stay back a couple feet!" Chase said as he began to get back up before he was crawled on by the Centivians, the feathered centipedes.

And as if this wasn't an already ironic outing, he was now just realizing that the one time that the bird wasn't stalking him was the singular time that he was lost with no clear way out of the woods. But at least he could dwell on the fact that now no one spoke in paragraphs, thank God.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Okay, okay... no need to threaten me or anything..." He halfheartedly tried to will Chase into being a bit more thoughtful of where the scythe was swung about. "I'm just a travelling magician, good at putting on entertaining shows and not much more, which probably explains why that rabble of bandits were able to run off with my stuff so easily." There was an annoyed expression that faintly found it's place on his expression for a brief and passing moment before he was off onto better news, "I sent my good travelling companion Carden off to get help and some towels to clean up this mess..." He obviously meant the blood covering himself from head to toe as the mess, it was dried now though, but it looked really uncomfortable, "He never came back though, and when you came along I thought, 'Hmm... well here's a fellow who could help me, considering I have no clue where I am... and maybe he could protect me while we made our way to Twilight Moon Academy." there was a smile, "I was scheduled for a show there a short while ago, actually meeting up with some others... I'm afraid I might have missed them but if they're waiting for me then I don't want to keep them waiting any longer." This magician obviously had not a single fighting bone in his body, generally not a threat in any way.

[Person]

"Oh yeah? And how do I know that you're telling the truth?" Chase asked. He had grown a paranoid fear about totally trusting some people. After all, he had lived for years and years believing that his father was a doctor, instead of the truth that he was actually Death, and the Blue Oyster Cult was reallying singing about his father when they needed more cowbell. You could sue him, or you could realize that the look in his eyes echoed a zealous distrust of the entire (in)human population in this or any dimension.

Then there was the persisting fact that he was a traveling magician...putting on a show...at a magical school. "If you're telling the truth, show me some magic," Chase said from behind the protective coating that was his scythe. Distrust was an annoying beast that seemed to have taken up a permanent residence in Chase.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Magic? You want a trick?" he asked, a smile on his face- performing was something that he loved. "Coming right up!" he exclaimed, as a little form of light appeared slowly from the darkness, shaping itself into the form of a rabbit that soon enough was hopping around the forest floor harmlessly, then of course the trick changed and the rabbit grew larger into a deer, looking at Chase with big eyes and then it faded away. "I'm too weak from laying out here in the middle of nowhere to do anything else... but if we get to this Academy place then I can get healed up and put on a real show. I assure you, it's not anything you'd ever want to miss." He smiled broadly and genuinely. "I can pay you for assisting me if money's what you need... or want. I just need help really badly, it's been so long since I've gotten to talk to another person!" he exclaimed, "Four days is far too long."

[Person]

"Okay, fine," Chase said as he slowly loosened him grip on his scythe and relaxed his muscles. He slowly transformed from a wound spring into a boiled noodle: loose and much more calm than he had been before. Some of the stranger's story checked out, so that was enough that Chase was not going to shove a scythe in front of his throat. The umbrage had slightly subsided, but had all but disappeared; it was just more disguised and more cautious; although, Chase had trouble showing it.

This guy seemed to love company and didn't want to be alone, so maybe he could pawn off Thanatos to him sometime. It wasn't ethical in the least bit, and he would most definitely take a lot of flak for it, but the end result would be well worth the pain. But for now, he could just take some money for 'assisting' this guy. A man had gotten paid for getting lost and being too stubborn to admit it. Also, the sky filled with pigs and all obese men began running two-hour marathons. Good day.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"So where might this Twilight Moon Academy place be?" he asked, looking as if he was expecting the entire campus to leap out of the foliage and attack at any moment, "You don't get the money till we find it, you know." The nerve, talking as if he was in charge here. "Now where is that place..." he thought to himself, speaking every little thing to enter his mind, which from the sound of it was more than the average person would ever want to bother their time listening to. He pointed skywards, "You gonna go look for it or are you going to force me to look for your school?" he asked, obviously thinking that someone was going to have to go all the way up to the forest canopy to look over the treetops and see the school, something that could give vertigo by the sheer thought because those were some tall ass trees.

[Person]

"Fine," Chase said discontently with a sigh. Honestly, did he have to do everything? He mumbled and groaned like a child asked to do a chore that he absolutely hated. This is a better time than any, he quietly thought to himself as he grabbed his scythe with both hands and closed his eyes for a moment. His chocolate eyes had become coal by the time that they had opened, and a small crack in the earth formed. The stench was horrible; it was a mixture of a stinkbomb and another stinkbomb created by some god-being of Chaos. In the trance-like state, however, Chase did not notice, and chances are he wouldn't care either. The stench of death was natural to the teen.

The chimera-creation emerged from the crack in the ground, looking similar to a small monkey. Only this monkey stunk of rotting flesh, had exposed bones, and strangely enough, had a bone hand at the end of its decrepit tail. Its hands had all become claws in the Underworld from whence it came. Its teeth seemed to be sharpened to fine points; they looked as if they could pierce steel. One eye was missing from its socket, and the other was scarred, corrupting the brown eye color it had. This creation was much better than Chase's previous attempts, as it could actually serve some purpose.

Like Chase was going to climb the tree himself.

"Okay...thing. Climb the tree and look for the Academy. A-cad-e-my. A big building. I hope you know what that is," Chase said, totally not believing in the necromanced monkey's intelligence. His eyes began to visibly return to chocolate as the little creature nodded and emitted a slight sound from what was left of its throat as it climbed what it perceived to be the tallest tree around. Chase tapped his foot as he awaited the monkey's return from the top of the tree.

It had to have been only a couple minutes before the monkey gracefully descended the tree like an acrobat. It was light enough to make almost no sound as it hit the forest floor. "Okay, good. Which way, monkey thing?" Instead of pointing like he had expected it to, the monkey-thing began to run at the average person's jog in the direction of liberation from the endless forest. "Guess that means to follow it," Chase said as he put his scythe between his back and backpack and began to follow it. Hopefully the magician would think of doing the same, had he any want of leaving the forest.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The elf nodded, following after Chase and the monkey, though a bit of a doubtful expression was dispersed over his features, not fully thinking they should trust a demonic monkey with their traveling decisions. Maybe asking a student for help wasn't the best idea in the world because now he was leaving his advantageous position of mostly lost, now he might as well be getting himself completely lost for all he knew and he would much rather be mostly lost instead of fully lost. He followed anyways, his expression skeptical and his gait uneasy, people around Twilight Moon never did seem too sane, did they? He wondered if it was just the school that attracted all the crazies or if perhaps he himself was so terribly too sane that everyone else seemed insane in comparison. That was definately a more comforting thought to think about.

[Person]

Chase kept jogging with the monkey until he fell into a trance of sorts; he kept running, but he didn't keep running consciously, more habitual. The hypnotic trance was broken when he heard a hearty 'crunch'. "Awww, nasty!" Chase said as he ceased running and held up his foot to see the remnants of a feathered centipede. The xanthous blood covered the greater part of his shoe, along with a couple of legs and some feathers. "Once again. Nasty."

Chase found a stick and began scraping off the gunk on his shoes, totally ignoring the current objective of returning to the Academy. The monkey had stopped and was pulling on Chase's sleeves as it urged him forward. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But i just hate these bugs so much. God! What could possibly have been a benefit of feathers and centipedes?!" he yelled at the monkey, although the question was generally asked, as if someone would have the answer. Oh well, that's a question to be answered another day.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The elf stopped running, "What's the probability that this creature of yours is leading us off to something of it's own personal interest rather than what we're looking for?" he asked, his eyes looking around to see if there were any hopeful signs in sight, really hoping that they weren't back where they started, considering that one could guess that feathered centipedes weren't necessarily common anywhere at least not that he was aware at all.

(sorry, I have to go so this post is really short...)

[Person]

Chase tossed the stick he used to scraped off feathered centipede-gunk from his shoe as hard as he could into the woods. He heard a far off sound of cracking branches as the stick collided into a tree and then landed onto the ground, cracking dead leaves along the way. The crunch sounded as if someone were eating ice very loudly, and was only disturbed by the strange, high-pitched grunts that came out of the remaining throat of the monkey-creature. "Okay, just wanted to get that stinkin' stuff off before it hardened on my shoes. I like to take good care of them, y'know," Chase said, but his definition of 'good care' was far off from the accepted one. After all, they were ratty, worn away, and what was once white was now brown.

"Well, would you rather not follow the dead monkey?" Chase responded as he nodded to the small creature and began to follow it once more.