Shroom search

[Kim-la]

((A note, I will probably not be able to post every day, so don't post too fast for me pwease...))

A small six year old child walked through the fields, looking for tan, blue spotted and mottled tan and brown stemed shrooms. They weren't for himself of course, but for his Uncle Terent. He actually had no idea how he got here, but if he wasn't at the castle with his mom or at the cottage with other mom he was always out looking for shrooms. So his logic was that he must have looking for shrooms and that was that. He had messy dark brown hair and striking blue eyes (almost an unnatural color for eyes actually). The boy was wearing a large white long sleeved shirt, no shoes and it looked like no pants. Notably he had a V shaped tattoo under his right eye and above his left, with little circles above or under the edge that was closest to his eye. Currently, they were a blue- gray color and pulsed, almost at a beat one would imagine a heart would. A cat sized black and orange dragon was on his head, her orange eyes looking at the ground, also looking for shrooms. The sun was slowly sinking, casting a red glow about the landscape. He didn't seem to have found any shrooms, and because it was getting dark, he walked back to a small camp that he seemed to have made. He put on a small black felt jacket with red shoulder pads and Celtic silver designs on the chest and hem (this seemed to be the only thing that fit, because all around the improvised camp were scattered clothing, all looking like they belonged to an adult) and settled into a sitting position to watch the sun set. The dragon curled up in his head, and it looked like she fell asleep. The boy decided that he would go back to the castle and tell Terent that he hadn't been able to find any shrooms... Uncle Terent probably wouldn't like that to much....

[Señor Sunday Friday]

A small gecko-like creature buzzed through the air, his dragonfly-esque wings making the slightest noise as he landed next to the child's face, "Mraaaaawwwwwr..." he croaked, an ever-present smile crossing his expression and his wings buzzed once again "Mrawwwrkekekekekekekeeeeee..." He croaked again, licking the child's nose to wake him up.

"Smitty! Where di' ye ge' off tae?" Terent called, the short elf was out of sight somewhere, no doubt looking for his small reptillian friend, he sounded in the slightest, annoyed.

[Kim-la]

The boy groggily opened his eyes, and looked at (crosseyed because Smitty was on his nose) at Smitty, and squeaked happily. The orange and black dragon on his head peered over and saw Smitty, and promptly pounced him. She liked Smitty, he was the only dragon her size at the castle after all. The boy jumped up, knowing that Uncle Terent had to be close by for Smitty to be here. Spotting him a little way off, he ran over, tackle glomping him, screaming "UUUUNNNNNCCCCLLLLEEEEE TTTTEEEEERRRRREEENNNNTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!" at the top of his lungs.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Terent froze, that voice.... so familiar... his wide purple eyes flashed with the light of magic and he turned towards whoever it was that had shouted 'Uncle Terent' and a ribbon of magic shot straight through the air, B-lining straight to the child's vital points for a quick kill. Terent's ears laid flat against his skull, his heart rate was quickened and he stood there, poised for battle.

Smitty croaked in dismay, of course Smitty had realized the details immediately, considering the fact that Smitty wasn't the one tortured for a surplus of thirty years, nor was he the one jittery after over three hundred years of substance abuse. Smitty was lucky like that. Terent on the other hand... some might call him paranoid at times, and with certain things... like this kid for instance... who was just killed thanks to Terent's paranoia. Real smooth, Terent.

[Chris]

Loki entered the area dressed in Military regalia, which rested well above the form fitting energy absorbing armor he felt clinging to his skin. He felt odd in doing it, but at least now the ornate sword and its hilt didn't seem too out of place.
He heard the streams of energy race though the air, and he knew something was wrong.
Charging up the hill like a standard barer marches to death, he crested it to see the horrid scene he had feared. A short man, his hair long and curled into a ponytail with his arms outstretched and aimed toward the fallen figure of a child. as his gaze came to rest on a child, Loki felt a chill up his spine.
It took a moment before Loki demanded, "What in Sol Happened?" He raced over to the fallen neophyte form and quickly placing his finger onto the child's Neck.
No pulse. Loki thought, his heart beating with rabid intensity.
Loki thought for just a moment before he began to seed the energy from the ring, and his body, into the deceased child, hoping that his ring would do some good as to reviving him.

[Kim-la]

The boy fell to the ground, dead as almost as soon as the magic hit him. The tattoos on his face became a fuzzy gray color, no longer pulsing. His dragon let out a cry of alarm, swooping to her humans side. She licked his face as if trying to revive him, making a series of urgent chirping sounds. She looked at Terent, a look of pure hurt her eyes, as if she couldn't understand why Terent just killed her master. She laid her head on his neck, and it looked like she was having trouble breathing herself. Finally her breaths stopped coming, and the dragon to had died.

The magic that Loki was using seemed to have no effect on the boy. He still had no pulse and was definitely dead. Though his body seemed to be having a reaction, his right arm seemed to be shrinking, whitening, and becoming more veiny. This of course was hard to see, due to the fact that he had long sleeves on.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Smitty darted to Terent, obviously displeased with the elf's actions, croaking angrily and he rammed into Terent's nose, "MRAAAAWRKEKEKEKKEKEKEKKEKEKEMREEEEEEE" he spoke angrily, his little tail swaying this way and that unhappily and his wings buzzing with the scolding.

"Smitty! I-it's Mazzel!" Terent defended himself, he didn't even seem to notice Loki, "MA-ZZEL!" Terent exclaimed, Smitty retorted something in Smitty-speech and seemed to actually spit at Terent, who knew gecko-dragons could spit? Well, the do now! "I don't care if you say he's harmless now! He was there, he was coming, and it was a reflex! Besides, like you trust that little demon!" Terent argued. Next thing he knew, Smitty went on to a long stream of croaks, clicks, and even a few squeaks here and there- it was a more extensive range of sounds than Smitty was particularly known for, which was quite interesting to listen to.

[Chris]

Loki Dropped to his knees and let the ambient energy dissipate as she sulked into a despairing crouch. he rested for a moment, his eyes closed. A tear dropped down from his right eye, more in failure than in sadness, all the same, He took the tear and drew a circle on the forehead of the child. He then dropped his hands to his side and mumbled a short verse before rising.
He turned to see the culprit, his gaze fierce. "Terent." was all he said as his hand shifted to his blade in case he decide that murdering a child was simply a prelude.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Terent looked towards Loki, "Loki... I know what this looks like... and it's not exactly what ye think..." Terent started explaining, "I mean... sure... it is a small child and yes, I technically did just kill et... but there's more to et, than just tha'" Terent began, explaining in his musical Scots-Irish accented voice. He was constantly echoed with Smitty who was shouting something or another in his little dragon speech, though Loki wasn't expected to understand Smitty. "Y'see... tha's Mazzel, tha feerstborn of Reggetar, if tha' means a lick to ye... an' then there's a funny story to accompany tha' fact." Terent began, though so far Terent hadn't said much that actually cleared his name...

[Kim-la]

On the ground, Mazzel's index finger in his left hand gave a twitch. His eyes popped open, and he took a sharp inhale of breath, sitting up. He uttered a small cry, clutching his right arm to his chest in pain. His eyes where blurry with tears as he looked at his Uncle Terent. He darted over to a near by tree, sobbing quietly. He peeked his head out from behind the tree, tears streaming down his face.
"Adria..." He whispered, presumably the name of his dragon. Her head popped up, and squeaked when she saw Terent. She scurried over to Mazzel, her wings not seeming to have gotten used to the concept of life yet. Mazzel scooped her into his arms, trembling slightly. He wasn't sure to make of the stranger, aka Loki. He didn't know him, and he was tall and scary looking... But Uncle Terent didn't look like a very good alternative. Mazzle probably would have climbed the tree to get away, but the branches where to high...

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Smitty gave Terent one of those, 'now look what you did...' looks, obviously quite angry before he buzzed over to Mazzel, his gecko eyes worried for the sake of the child, "Mraaaaaaarrrrrkekekekekerrr?" He asked, looking towards Adria. (translation: Please forgive Terent, you caught him at a bad time and he really is quite stupid, I'll make sure this never happens again.)

Terent stood there, dazed and confused. Mazzel was... afraid? He fealt rather happy about the fact that Mazzel seemed fairly harmless now, and then he started to feel bad, "Uhh... umm...." he stopped and looked from Loki to Mazzel, and then from Smitty to Adria. Of course Terent ended up looking like the bad guy here, whoever was in charge of this messed up world probably wouldn't have had it any other way. Sometimes Terent hated himself, though really moments like that didn't come often, so they made him a bit more sorrow-stricken than the average person.

[Chris]

Loki's hand went limp on his blade, his arms fell slack to both sides of him. His eyes Were wide with disbelief. The child was rising up as he watched, despite the lack of a pulse he had felt earlier. He had then darted away, attempting to hid himself behind a tree, a much futile effort.
"Not even Sol Herself will do that." he said simply.
His Gaze shifted to Terent, who stood in a stance that seemed mortified and resigned. Loki could guess that he had expected the Child to rise, but that something else made him regret seeing the light of day this tranquil Morning.
"Lucky bastard" Loki said, then shook his head slowly.

[Kim-la]

Adria looked at Smitty through slitted eyes. She obviously didn't really trust him to much at the moment, but sometimes he just couldn't control his human...
"Mraackekemeemayekekekeke...(Basically: I recommend using a shock collar)" She responded, shifting her gaze to Terent. She tail lashed from side-to-side contemplating going over to Terent and telling him what she thought of him killing Mazzel, but decided not to. He also wanted to know to Tallscaryguy was, but he was taking it one thing at a time. After all, he just died.

Mazzel looked at Smitty, understanding everything that he said due to the fact that he and Adria more or less shared thoughts. "W-why'd he do that Smitty?" He managed between his decreasing amount of tears.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Mraaaaaaaarrrikerrrr mwrak mwrak kekurrr..." Smitty croaked, (you can't sneak up on Terent these days... he's a little jittery.) his wings buzzing slightly as he nodded to Mazzel and then seated himself atop Adria's head. "Aaaaarrrrrrkarkmer'errrr..." he croaked, a gecko-smile on his face. (And other than the current ordeal... how has everything been for you?)

"Ha! Ye can try a sho' colla' if ye wan'! I can guarantee ye i' won' work, Adria!" Terent announced half joyously and he looked towards Mazzel, "An' I am truly sorry t'ye, Mazzel." He nodded, obviously exceedingly nervous as he apologized, expecting something bad to happen any moment. Mazzel might not notice it, but Loki was likely to see the hidden nervousness in Terent's actions.

[Chris]

Sensing Terent's nourvesness, Loki smiled. The boy was fine and Loki decided he'd have fun with Terent today. Since he was in a very excited and nervous state, Loki figured he could get away things that he wouldn't ordinarily get a way with. "I forget the punishment for attempted murder." he made a show of contemplating before his face went lax and he drew his sword, "Oh yes, Death."
He kept his gaze on Terent, but his mind wondered. He listened to the winged creatures...dragons he remembered them being called, make their noises. it reminded him in a way of the hum and chimes of computer systems, though with something more. he sensed a sentience within the sounds, something he'd never heard in machines or animals before, and seldom in humans.