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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 13, 2007 20:05:50 GMT -5
"It must have been weird, surrendering humanity to become something else completely..." Darishan said, actually thinking about someone else. Elliot was such an odd influence.
The sun rose in a bloody scarlet dawn. They had made it with surprisingly little problems. How anti-climatic.
"Let's leave," he said, standing.
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Post by baha on Aug 13, 2007 22:01:38 GMT -5
"Some otherworldy voice tells me to say, 'TWENTY FIVE POSTS!' whatever the hell that means. SOOO! How about some chinese?" A chinese man flew into the room, shoot buckets of chinese food (OF ALL VARIETYS! :] ) and flew out of the room. Elliot picked up a container of noodles and began chomping down.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 14, 2007 19:20:57 GMT -5
"Twenty-five *bleep*in' posts?!" Darishan exclaimed in a voice quite unlike his own, in both emotion and gender. He shook his head like a dog coming out of water, blinking. "Sorry, I don't know where that came from..." Darishan picked up a box of something. It had noodles... and some vaguely vegetable looking blobs... maybe meat? It was all glistening in an unhealthy looking brown sauce and the smell was much more nauseating than anything he had ever raised...
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Post by baha on Aug 14, 2007 19:31:41 GMT -5
"That's dog, and some oak tree roots. It's supposed to instantly clear diahrea... My noodles are supposed to clear constipation." He shrugged, slurping them down. Miracuously, not a single bit of sauce got on his face. He then pulled out an orange and began peeling it.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 14, 2007 19:38:00 GMT -5
Darishan tentatively peeled an orange, thinking it was the only safe food there. When he split it further in half it squirted him spitefully in the eye, stinging fiercly. With one eye closed Darishan set the orange back down. He decided he wasn't hungry.
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Post by baha on Aug 14, 2007 19:53:31 GMT -5
Elliot split his orange in half, and shoved it in his mouth. The icky taste was overwhelming, but to be polite to the chinese people out there, he decided to just swallow it whole and get it over with. Suddenly he saw black and blue everywhere, he felt like a pile of dust, and his throat was a complete mess of orange. Choking and hacking he fell over, until he was able to swallow it.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 14, 2007 19:57:23 GMT -5
Darishan watched with interest as Elliot's face turned an odd shade of puce. It was really entertaining... a little twitch there, then flipping over like a fish. Nothing to break his standard apathy but certainly entertaining. Oh, wait, he shouldn't let Elliot die. Quickly thinking of solutions and refusing to touch Elliot in any way, Darishan summoned up a hoard of small, shiny black beetles. They invaded Elliot's mouth, crawled down his throat, utterly devoured any trace of orange, and then left the way they had came.
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Post by baha on Aug 14, 2007 19:59:46 GMT -5
Elliot's eyes hazed over and he spoke in an otherworldly voice, "GOD SARA. WHY COULDN'T I GET ANY BEATLES WHEN I WAS CHOKING?! JEEEEZZZZ!!!" He shook his head and looked around, "Wow, kinda breezy in here, huh?" He then began munching on a nice, safe piece of watermelon.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 14, 2007 20:03:14 GMT -5
"Would you prefer a nice Yuri mouth to mouth moment, Shelby dear?" Darishan responded automatically, not knowing at all what he was saying. His one eye twitched. "This place must be more haunted than we thought," he shrugged finally.
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Post by baha on Aug 14, 2007 20:05:47 GMT -5
"Maybe a lovley decent looking boy giving cpr would do!" Elliot winked, his eyes hazy. A moment later he shivered, "Euch, I feel funny. Maybe its the food. I'm not eating anymore..." He dumped his food into the fire, watching it vanish in the colorful flames.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 14, 2007 20:07:58 GMT -5
"He was busy with me," Darishan smiled with a sly wink. He blinked a few times again, feeling like he wanted to brush his teeth five times in a row and then take a shower. No bathing jokes either, believe it or not, but Necromancers do bathe regularly. "I think this is worse than the monsters..."
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Post by baha on Aug 14, 2007 21:38:45 GMT -5
"TCH yeah right, more likehim helping an old woman like you cross the road as an excuse to show off for me." Elliot giggled insanely. His eyes widened, the hairs on the back of his neck straight, "Alright. Now I just feel plain creepy... I think I'd rather take the T-Rex..."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 14, 2007 22:05:11 GMT -5
"Do you want to spar? Just until the sun is high enough that we can leave?" Darishan suggested, hoping some nice manly violence would ellimate all of the odd... talk. If Darishan was more familiar with love, he'd know that it was very weird to be talking about boys since he was one. Thankfully, he loved no one in a way quite different than Gaara and thus not plagiarizing, so he wasn't concerned about how gay he and Elliot sounded.
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Post by baha on Aug 15, 2007 14:49:39 GMT -5
Elliot leaped to his feet and pulled a flaming stick from the fire, "Let's use these for a bit of a difference..."
**Elliot and Darishan recieved an item Flaming Stick A thick branch about the length of an arm, caught with everlasting fire What's there to say? It's a big stick that's always on fire...
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 16, 2007 22:20:09 GMT -5
The necromancer traded a flaming brand for his staff, raising an eyebrow. Well, this would be interesting.
"Any rules? Otherwise I'm ready. Fauh ec zicd secihtancduut oui syhebimydehk veaht!"
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