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Maxwell understood on a basic level the whole concept of photosynthesis, though in truth he was no scientist and until recently he could have cared less one way or the other. Regardless of his own level of knowledge on the subject he could understand why the 'building' was fascinating to behold, especially to the more scientifically minded members of the group. It defied all logic of the 'normal'. Maxwell crossed over toward one the vines that illuminated the room and moved his hand over the 'flame' that glowed at the tip of each. The vine seemed to retract from his presence, the flame dimming in its intensity. Removing his hand caused the flame to return to its original intensity. He was tempted to grab the vine forcefully, just to see how it would react. “Probably not a good idea,” he said to himself before realizing that he had spoken out loud. “I guess that's not a bad idea, but I don't think we should split up either.”
Maxwell walked back over toward the table and again picked up the violin and turned it over in his hand, before testing its weight. Jackson raised a point that Maxwell had himself avoided thinking about. What do we do when we find it? What do we do if the kid is already...
Maxwell had no idea how he would react if that were the case. As Kanoa tossed out orders Maxwell found himself left out of the equation as it were, which was not entirely undesirable. He really didn't want to go upstairs. In truth he really didn't want to stay in this 'house'. It was starting to feel suffocating, as if the walls were exerting some kind of pressure against his presence. However there was a part of him that wanted to 'push' back. A feeling that maybe he should touch the interior of the structure. Dig his fingers into the flesh of the tree.
“I'll wait outside with Jackson,” he said, staring at his own hand as he clenched it to suppress the feeling of strangeness that threatened to overcome him. He stuffed his hand deeply into his pockets and made his way back to the entrance and stepped back outside. The difference in illumination made him winch for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the natural light. It felt better outside. He sighed with relief to himself. “What the hell is wrong with me?” he said to himself as he felt a warm trickle run down the palm of his hand. He pulled his hand free from his jacket pocket and stared at the trails of red running from the palm of his hand. He hadn't realized how hard he had been clenching his fist.
Maxwell walked back over toward the table and again picked up the violin and turned it over in his hand, before testing its weight. Jackson raised a point that Maxwell had himself avoided thinking about. What do we do when we find it? What do we do if the kid is already...
Maxwell had no idea how he would react if that were the case. As Kanoa tossed out orders Maxwell found himself left out of the equation as it were, which was not entirely undesirable. He really didn't want to go upstairs. In truth he really didn't want to stay in this 'house'. It was starting to feel suffocating, as if the walls were exerting some kind of pressure against his presence. However there was a part of him that wanted to 'push' back. A feeling that maybe he should touch the interior of the structure. Dig his fingers into the flesh of the tree.
“I'll wait outside with Jackson,” he said, staring at his own hand as he clenched it to suppress the feeling of strangeness that threatened to overcome him. He stuffed his hand deeply into his pockets and made his way back to the entrance and stepped back outside. The difference in illumination made him winch for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the natural light. It felt better outside. He sighed with relief to himself. “What the hell is wrong with me?” he said to himself as he felt a warm trickle run down the palm of his hand. He pulled his hand free from his jacket pocket and stared at the trails of red running from the palm of his hand. He hadn't realized how hard he had been clenching his fist.
*Bows apologetically*
I am free to post once again, so I will whip something up tonight or tomorrow morning. Was a busy week for me due to midterms in the Chemistry department. I was going to post now but I have guests arriving soon and it might be interpreted as bad manners to avoid them entirely. Social etiquette and all that.
I am free to post once again, so I will whip something up tonight or tomorrow morning. Was a busy week for me due to midterms in the Chemistry department. I was going to post now but I have guests arriving soon and it might be interpreted as bad manners to avoid them entirely. Social etiquette and all that.
Sorry about the wait, it was a busy week. With that said it's over with so I should be able to post with some regularity again for the foreseeable future.
*Bows in apology*
If I missed something in my post don't hesitate to throw it out there.
*Bows in apology*
If I missed something in my post don't hesitate to throw it out there.
“Lady Silk, huh?” Silk mused aloud as she trailed behind Isabelle as the two of them navigated through the crowded streets. Silk watched with some measure of curiosity as a man was arrested for trying to palm off fake elixirs. Silk didn't recognise him and so didn't really care all that much. Isabelle however seemed to care about it far more than Silk and couldn't restrain herself from voicing her opinion. “Indeed,” Silk said in a cheerful monotone of agreement with Isabelle’s opinion, while in truth caring very little one way or the other. The girl was clearly very idealistic. Morally and ethically inflexible. Not Silk’s kind of person. Silk stuck her tongue out at her behind her back in a playful manner, careful so as not to be caught. She was using the young lady as a form of camouflage after all, so she had to put up with her for the moment.
As they turned a corner they encountered a young man who apparently knew Isabelle, though from Isabelle's own reaction it was clear that the two had not been introduced. Silk waved in greeting and smiled at the young man before proceeding to occupy herself with the contents of a merchants pockets as he made the mistake of waking past her. This was while Isabelle, who would have not approved mightily of such reprehensible actions proceeded to use her magic to cure an injury that afflicted the young man. And then charge him for it. It tickled her for some reason and she smiled cheerfully to herself.
“Oh, I don’t know about that, Lady Isabelle,” Silk said with a lecherous hint to her voice in response to Isabelle’s proclamation in regard to the etiquette of gift giving. She complains in one breath but accepts the gift with the next. It was just too funny. “Lady Isabelle, I didn’t take you for the kind of person who accepted candy from strangers. But seriously, in many lands it is customary to exchange gifts as a form of greeting, regardless of intention or personal sentiments,” Silk said in way of explanation. She then smiled roguishly at Matthew. "A pleasure to meet you," she said casually.
It was then that a young girl collided with Isabelle, sending the two of them tumbling to the ground in an amusing fashion, causing Silk to snicker before bursting out laughing despite some considerable effort to the contrary. She made absolutely no attempt to help either of them to their feet and watched as Matthew helped them instead. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re so clumsy lady Isabelle. I forget at times how flat footed humans can be. No offence meant,” she said, her hands raised before her in a placating manner. Silk knelt down in front of the young girl and rubbed her head in a comforting manner. “There there, the big bad cleric won’t hurt you anymore.”
As they turned a corner they encountered a young man who apparently knew Isabelle, though from Isabelle's own reaction it was clear that the two had not been introduced. Silk waved in greeting and smiled at the young man before proceeding to occupy herself with the contents of a merchants pockets as he made the mistake of waking past her. This was while Isabelle, who would have not approved mightily of such reprehensible actions proceeded to use her magic to cure an injury that afflicted the young man. And then charge him for it. It tickled her for some reason and she smiled cheerfully to herself.
“Oh, I don’t know about that, Lady Isabelle,” Silk said with a lecherous hint to her voice in response to Isabelle’s proclamation in regard to the etiquette of gift giving. She complains in one breath but accepts the gift with the next. It was just too funny. “Lady Isabelle, I didn’t take you for the kind of person who accepted candy from strangers. But seriously, in many lands it is customary to exchange gifts as a form of greeting, regardless of intention or personal sentiments,” Silk said in way of explanation. She then smiled roguishly at Matthew. "A pleasure to meet you," she said casually.
It was then that a young girl collided with Isabelle, sending the two of them tumbling to the ground in an amusing fashion, causing Silk to snicker before bursting out laughing despite some considerable effort to the contrary. She made absolutely no attempt to help either of them to their feet and watched as Matthew helped them instead. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re so clumsy lady Isabelle. I forget at times how flat footed humans can be. No offence meant,” she said, her hands raised before her in a placating manner. Silk knelt down in front of the young girl and rubbed her head in a comforting manner. “There there, the big bad cleric won’t hurt you anymore.”
No worries, I'm in a slight posting slump myself, though that has more to do with time constraints than inspiration.
Haha, you two are posting monsters, very intimidating.
*Laughs cheerfully*
*Laughs cheerfully*
“Oh, I know all about those kinds of tales,” Silk replied with a playful smile, pretending to be embarrassed as Isabelle whistled and called out to the performing duo. She listened to the girl as she went into some description of who and what she was, though throughout Silk got the impression that she was ether being modest or was being misleading. The girl didn't seem the misleading sort so Silk decided to go with modesty. That seemed to fit her better. As for whether or the girl was good at magical fighting or not was something of an irrelevance to Silk. Silk was no assassin or mugger, she was a thief of the non-violent variety, pure and simple.
“Anna, huh?” Silk replied nonchalantly and pretended to think for a moment as if trying to recall the name. “Oh, I know Anna, or rather, I know some of them. Red headed girls, same family, kind of hard to tell them apart,” Silk said as she headed off toward some of the stalls set up around the performance area. The truth was that she had encountered more than one ‘Anna’ of the redheaded variety in her ‘professional’ capacity. Very keen and alert girls, hard to misdirect. Not impossible through. “They may all look the same but they don’t all smell the same,” Silk said as a matter of fact.
She spent a moment looking at the merchant’s wares and after finding nothing that interested her turned and smiled at Isabelle. “I’d like that, thank you. It’s always nice to meet new people. I wonder what they smell like,” Silk said with feigned embarrassment. Her ears twitched. The sound was back, the marching steps. Was she being followed? It seemed unlikely. Usually guards would just charge straight at her if they suspected her of her usual misdeeds, though in this town she was still unknown in her professional capacity. All in all it might be safer to be around men with swords, just in case.
“Lead the way, my dear Isabelle.”
“Anna, huh?” Silk replied nonchalantly and pretended to think for a moment as if trying to recall the name. “Oh, I know Anna, or rather, I know some of them. Red headed girls, same family, kind of hard to tell them apart,” Silk said as she headed off toward some of the stalls set up around the performance area. The truth was that she had encountered more than one ‘Anna’ of the redheaded variety in her ‘professional’ capacity. Very keen and alert girls, hard to misdirect. Not impossible through. “They may all look the same but they don’t all smell the same,” Silk said as a matter of fact.
She spent a moment looking at the merchant’s wares and after finding nothing that interested her turned and smiled at Isabelle. “I’d like that, thank you. It’s always nice to meet new people. I wonder what they smell like,” Silk said with feigned embarrassment. Her ears twitched. The sound was back, the marching steps. Was she being followed? It seemed unlikely. Usually guards would just charge straight at her if they suspected her of her usual misdeeds, though in this town she was still unknown in her professional capacity. All in all it might be safer to be around men with swords, just in case.
“Lead the way, my dear Isabelle.”
Sorry for the lack of activity, midterm week for the chem department, I'll try to get a post up tonight when I get home. Failing that it will be tomorrow since I have the day off.
Pretty and kind huh? Luka stared at Iggy as he struggled to sit upright under his own power, which was not the most awe inspiring of sights. It still puzzled her as to why such powerful wizards would be so vulnerable to something as harmless as a little travel sickness. It was almost enough to make her feel sorry for him. Almost. Instead her expression darkened as she reached out towards him in a threatening manner as if she was going to throttle or electrocute him. And instead tried to lightly push him off of the seat. “Stupid dragon slayer, where else was I going to sit?” she replied with an exasperated sigh before returning her gaze out of the window. She ran a hand through her long white hair. Up ahead the checkpoint loomed. "I wonder if they have any cake," she mused half-heartedly.
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