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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 7, 2009 1:26:18 GMT -5
The imps cried, "Nooooooooooooooo!" The screeched, looking towards Azian, thier skins deflating and innards of rope spooling out of thier ears and into the air and crawling creatures slowly burning with rings of fire on thier backs simmering slowly and making the smell of grape popsicles drift into the gray that burned the lungs. The world was a maddening vortex as the creatures wailed in agony as they were torn and thrashed apart, thier remains melting like wax before drawing together to form a mimic of Azian that then exploded into dust with a blast of pressure that whispered with the word 'no' and then all was silent at the chaos ensued, but completely without sound- it was a silence that could make one go deaf.
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Post by Noro on Jul 7, 2009 1:41:52 GMT -5
"Ah!" Azian jumped back and coughed a little. He hated grape popsicles. He watched in confusion, wondering if he had really lost it, as a miniature version of himself exploded before his very eyes. His eyes widened as all went silent. He tapped his ears, trying to figure out if the eardrums had exploded, too.
"Uh, right," he could hear himself. That was good. "Okay, what next?" He felt like he had just survived the first stage of the apocalypse. He laughed at himself, shaky.
"Haha... yes," he chuckled under his breath, "Survivor, indeed." He almost fainted on the spot, looking at the unintentionally malignant creatures. He didn't think he could do it again. His head swam from the recent chaos. He was still seeing stars. The crooked half-smile had yet to leave his dazed face.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 7, 2009 2:01:09 GMT -5
"Yes?" one of the imps chided happily, popping into existance and fully formed once more and the second appeared next to it, "Yes? Good friends, yes?" the first asked as the world mended itself and it lead one to wonder if what they had just seen was in fact reality or rather some kind of momentary delusion.
The second imp hummed quietly to itself, "Gift now, yes?" it asked, trying to conjure up something to give to it's newfound friend, a broad smile on it's face. A large carp flopped on the ground, ghasping for air, "Good gift, yes?" it asked, smiling down at the fish that was slowly suffocating and dying.
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Post by Noro on Jul 7, 2009 2:07:54 GMT -5
((Liz, help me out here... I'm losing you on these imps.))
"Yes!!" Azian half-shouted. "It's a wonderful gift. The best I have had all day... Would you happen to have any water? Or better yet, that whisky from earlier?" Azian wasn't sure what he was going to do about these imps. They were crazy, but what was even crazier was that he still found them cute. Yes, even after the impending doom of the end of the world brought on by the wrath of the imps' sadness. Something was definitely wrong with him.
"So, what now?" His was a little breathy from fatigue after being worn out from their episodes.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 7, 2009 14:38:26 GMT -5
The imps nodded, "Water is good, yes? Yes, yes, yes... water..." ithe first imp muttered to itself as it pondered the subject of water, "Water!" it shouted as a large stormcloud formed overhead and from the stormcloud fell black raindrops, sizzling the ground and the fish flopping on the ground began to decompose from the liquid untill it was merely bones, and then the bones dissipated into dust which was weighted down by the water, making it a patch of mud on the ground. Fortunately, the imps produced an umbrella with alternating panels of red and white that was well enough keeping Azian dry.
The second imp made itself home in the dry of Azian's shoulder and it almost looked as if it were preparing to fall asleep while the first stood in the rain, arms outstretched and fingers splayed out in a childish expression of triumphant demeanor. Then the little guy began dancing about in small circles, laughing as the rain fell about him, soaking the world in black. Indeed it was water, though it was water with many unusual qualities. The first imp frowned though, and then the water fell clear, normal droplets washing away all the filth of the former downpour and the soupy remains of the fish were cleared away.
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Post by Noro on Jul 7, 2009 16:25:00 GMT -5
((Li-warz! Me pahnd feesh are steel aliiiiiiiive!!! Yay! But the tadpoles are eating all of their food... stupid betches.))
Man, was he a sucker for these things. He watched as one of the imps curled up on his shoulder. He wasn't sure whether they could actually sleep or not, but he hoped that they did.
Azian was beginning to get his strength back and probably would have been hungry if it weren't for the unfortunate fate of his gift. He had begun to realize that any type of fighting with these little monsters was completely out of the question. It simply wasn't possible to do so and leave with his life and/or sanity intact.
He tried to think of a way to use them to his benefit... and failed. Azian doubted the imps' ability to produce real good. Maybe that's why they were so cute. Maybe that's what kept the peace. No one could destroy them, but if they weren't so heartwarming a good lot of creatures would have died striving to before they realized it.
A smile spread itself across Azian's lips as he glanced again at the little one occupying his shoulder. He began to hum gently without noticing it. This continued for about two or three minutes before he came to his senses.
"Hey," Azian said, "Since you two have been here for such a long time, would you mind showing me around?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 7, 2009 17:11:52 GMT -5
"We're not allowed to do that either." The first commented, looking towards Azian with a sincere expression, poofing from where he stood and appearing in the air in front of him, falling a foot before reappearing back where he was in front of Azian's face, then falling once more and constantly reappearing at the same level, over and over again.
"We're not allowed to do lots of stuff." The second commented from Azian's shoulder in a sleepy tone. A sleeping bag formed there, the bottom half being Azian's own shirt, the upper half an entirely new peice of cloth and the little imp slid deeper into the makeshift sleeping spot and one could presume the pocket would keep the creature from falling off it's perch.
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Post by Noro on Jul 7, 2009 17:27:35 GMT -5
When his shirt suddenly found itself wrapped around the quieting creature on his shoulder, Azian struggled not to pull it straight back down and risk sending the inhabitant flying. He retrained his concentration on the repitedly descending imp in front of his face. His expression was slightly vague, so it was unclear what his thoughts were as his eyes reflected the motions.
"Why aren't you allowed to do so many things?" He spoke quietly, but firmly. It wasn't a demand, but it came as close as possible to being one without losing a faint air of courtesy. Azian feared that the longer he was around these two, the more likely he was to get into serious irreversably damaging trouble.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 7, 2009 18:21:55 GMT -5
"Why do you need us to do so many things?" asked the imp that was currently awake. "You need lots of help, yes?" It gasped with suprised, "You're looking for something, yes?" it asked, prodding Azian for the brief moment it was in front of his face before falling and having to reappear in the air once more. It laughed as it finally let itself fall all the way to the ground, turning into a red rubber ball before making the impact and so it bounced off to the side before rolling a little ways then finally coming to a rest. "Something, someone, someother, or somewhat?" it asked, unfolding so it appeared to be a miniature Azian.
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Post by Noro on Jul 7, 2009 18:40:15 GMT -5
The idea of the imp knowing who he was truly looking for scared Azian. He kept his face blank as he answered.
"Well, now that I know of your unavailability, yes. I am looking for someone to guide me through the Academy. Isn't that what I asked for?" He let a quick flash of a smile color his face. He wasn't impatient, he just felt that he needed to be more careful with what he said and was mad at himself for slipping in the first place.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 8, 2009 15:23:29 GMT -5
The imp nodded with a thoughtful face, "Well Shade could show you around. Shade is good, yes? Very good friend. You know him?" it asked, rocking back and forth and coming up off the ground momentarily in it's rocking. It smiled a large smile while looking towards Azian, "You don't smile enough." it jumped to a new subject, now actually floating in front of Azian's face, "It's easy, just pull the sides of your face out!" he explained. One could note that if Azian would look, his feet were returned to him and had been for some time. "Come oooonnnn, smile, yes?" he prompted, grabbing one side of Azian's face in an attempt to pull it out in a wide cheshire grin.
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Post by Noro on Jul 8, 2009 16:15:29 GMT -5
((Sorry, It's a crappy post, but my mind is somewhat elsewhere at the moment. Give me a second and I shall reattach myself back to this. ))
"That would be great, thank you," Azian said as his face was stretched farther than he though possible. He probably should have minded, but he really didn't, seeing as he was finally getting somewhere with the imps.
"I do not know Shade, but I suppose I could meet him as long as it doesn't bring me physical harm of any kind... Or, since we are in a battlefield and I am somewhat afraid of the idea of battling you two, I guess I could start a sparring match with him. What do you think?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 8, 2009 16:27:50 GMT -5
"Shade doesn't want to spar- but friends spar, yes? You said yes before, we're your friends, yes?" the imp asked, looking towards Azian with wide, excited eyes like those of a child, "How do you spar?" it asked, turning to a miniature copy of Azian once more and standing to his exact posture, ready to copy him so he would know how it was that one went about this sparring.
The sleeping imp rolled over in it's slumber, finding that now was a better time to rest rather than to fight. It seemed to actually decrease in size as it slept, actually which certainly was curious.
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Post by Noro on Jul 8, 2009 17:31:59 GMT -5
Azian frowned, glancing at the little one on his shoulder. Wasn't he bigger? He looked back at the other and wondered if they would accompany him when he went with Shade.
"Won't he fall off if I try to sparr?" Azian said, nodding to the sleeping creature on his shoulder. "And how are you going to contact Shade? Every time I ask if you can do something, you seem to be prohibited. Are you allowed to get him?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 8, 2009 19:58:43 GMT -5
"Yessss...." The imp said, leaning back as he spoke till his head stretched out and fell to the ground, "We're allowed to take him with us anywhere." he announced, "And other people too- but they're not as fun. You're fun though! Can we take you with us?" the creature asked, it's head snapping back in place, "We'll have adventures and it'll be lots of fun!" it nodded as an old fashioned explorer's helmet appeared upon Azian's head. "Yes? Yes?" it looked up at him with wide eyes like those of an excited child, only it's eyes appeared simply a tad too large.
The sleeping imp was now no larger than a small mouse, curled up in the little pocket, yawning in it's slumber, "I'll... I'll be fine." it consoled- meaning that it would in fact be fine for the little creature, should Azian spar.
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