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jdh97@Fetzen I've been wondering, did you get the idea of Mael from Etrigan the Demon?
I just had to google in order to find out what that is, so I guess no :)
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I just had to google in order to find out what that is, so I guess no :)
The gun standard Maël would like to use on a shooting range:
The gun alter ego Maël would like to use on a shooting range:
The gun alter ego Maël would like to use on a shooting range:
For a brief moment Maël's eyes, normally open and anything but obstructed by low-hanging eyelids, turned into small and narrow vision slits. "Thanks for threatening me with death." the frenchman replied, as dryly as the desert his demon part really would have liked to maroon Edgar in. It didn't happen all too often, but right now both parts of Maël experienced a complete consensus. He was a born hybrid, not someone who happened to be 'just' possessed. Dispelling that other half of him was bound to have consequences he wouldn't like in the best case.
Thank you Edgar! Now I know that I can annoy you all the time without even saying a real word!
Maël managed to suppress the demonic thought of sweet revenge to surge up, but logic alone dictated that Edgar had just arranged for his life becoming a bit less pleasant once he no longer had a lanky, slightly overweight office worker like ordinary Maël around, but the latter's alter ego. On the plus side however that brief moment of upset had washed away the worries about his knee situation.
Next question: Why did Edgar first ask if his proposal was okay, but then started the actual game anyway ? And the fact that him starting gave him a significant advantage given the rule of the first wrong guesser being the loser didn't elude Maël's attention. Still: Better not to complain. He could probably be happy about the fact that the old wizard had agreed to play a game with him in the first place.
"Hmm... a statue of someone using a walking cane perhaps ?" the frenchman attempted to give an answer, already expecting it to be utterly wrong. While living in America he still had french origins and thus was more inclined to the metric system, so how could he come to think about feet and yards ? Also there was this riddle the Sphinx had asked and whose solution involved a walking cane counting as a third leg. The thought of its tip being interpreted as a foot wasn't that far away from that.
Thank you Edgar! Now I know that I can annoy you all the time without even saying a real word!
Maël managed to suppress the demonic thought of sweet revenge to surge up, but logic alone dictated that Edgar had just arranged for his life becoming a bit less pleasant once he no longer had a lanky, slightly overweight office worker like ordinary Maël around, but the latter's alter ego. On the plus side however that brief moment of upset had washed away the worries about his knee situation.
Next question: Why did Edgar first ask if his proposal was okay, but then started the actual game anyway ? And the fact that him starting gave him a significant advantage given the rule of the first wrong guesser being the loser didn't elude Maël's attention. Still: Better not to complain. He could probably be happy about the fact that the old wizard had agreed to play a game with him in the first place.
"Hmm... a statue of someone using a walking cane perhaps ?" the frenchman attempted to give an answer, already expecting it to be utterly wrong. While living in America he still had french origins and thus was more inclined to the metric system, so how could he come to think about feet and yards ? Also there was this riddle the Sphinx had asked and whose solution involved a walking cane counting as a third leg. The thought of its tip being interpreted as a foot wasn't that far away from that.
Quite possibly :) And he might also think this about Clive and shooting ranges:
And this might be Clive's way to tell people to do things cleanly, couldn't it ?
And this might be Clive's way to tell people to do things cleanly, couldn't it ?
Acceleration! What a benign, enjoyable thing! That sensation to be pushed back into the seat without having to make any effort, thereby freeing up precious space for one's knees! If this jet could only accelerate forever... A dream that would never come true. It ended upon takeoff, replaced by the prospect of the individual sitting in front of him leaning back in an unforeseeable future.
Maybe Val is mixing some of her fancy drugs into the shit Eleanor's drinking. That way we'd have an in-flight medical emergency that would force an unscheduled landing, liberating me from my misery!
A voice called out deep inside Maël's mind, dripping with anger and hatred. He knew that voice since it was his own, his second voice. He had no intentions of granting it the body it desired or the consciousness it needed, but he could not completely suppress its presence in certain situations.
Once this is over grab a knife and carve a crosshair on Eleanor's face. Clive is weak, he won't resist!
This was bound to turn into a memorable flight. He, sitting there somewhat compresed while listening to a monologue of his own nobody else could hear and nobody else can be allowed to hear. Maybe he should pretend some very mundane human needs and head to the toilet ? Couldn't be any less spacious than here. Unfortunatenly he couldn't do this for several hours...
Edgar's an old man on cloud nine. In a century or so he'll have forgotten about me having strangled Eleanor with bare hands today. There's no need to make any of my actions excusable towards him!
"Edgar!" now the actual Maël called out audibly. He had just realized the man was sitting in the adjacent row. There was need for distraction, maybe even some productivity instead of sulking. "You there ?" he added almost as a whisper, unsure if the wizard might be sleeping or not. "Wanna talk or maybe play some game ?" Agreed, directly asking the old man for his opinion about the class split their boss had introduced was tempting, too...
People will fear the rapid-onset, horns-growing disease I can enjoy at any time! Scientists will never know what mystery hit 'em! I can turn this into the most memorable flight in history, painted in red and with the smell of iron! Release yourself, Maël!
Maybe Val is mixing some of her fancy drugs into the shit Eleanor's drinking. That way we'd have an in-flight medical emergency that would force an unscheduled landing, liberating me from my misery!
A voice called out deep inside Maël's mind, dripping with anger and hatred. He knew that voice since it was his own, his second voice. He had no intentions of granting it the body it desired or the consciousness it needed, but he could not completely suppress its presence in certain situations.
Once this is over grab a knife and carve a crosshair on Eleanor's face. Clive is weak, he won't resist!
This was bound to turn into a memorable flight. He, sitting there somewhat compresed while listening to a monologue of his own nobody else could hear and nobody else can be allowed to hear. Maybe he should pretend some very mundane human needs and head to the toilet ? Couldn't be any less spacious than here. Unfortunatenly he couldn't do this for several hours...
Edgar's an old man on cloud nine. In a century or so he'll have forgotten about me having strangled Eleanor with bare hands today. There's no need to make any of my actions excusable towards him!
"Edgar!" now the actual Maël called out audibly. He had just realized the man was sitting in the adjacent row. There was need for distraction, maybe even some productivity instead of sulking. "You there ?" he added almost as a whisper, unsure if the wizard might be sleeping or not. "Wanna talk or maybe play some game ?" Agreed, directly asking the old man for his opinion about the class split their boss had introduced was tempting, too...
People will fear the rapid-onset, horns-growing disease I can enjoy at any time! Scientists will never know what mystery hit 'em! I can turn this into the most memorable flight in history, painted in red and with the smell of iron! Release yourself, Maël!
I can try to get a post up by tomorrow unless you'd like to go first @POOHEAD189
Is there a lot of war and/or political intrigue between different factions going on ? If so I'd be happy about an example :)
Did any major natural disasters occur which still have a significant impact on the present that goes beyond a mere, globally known entry in the history books ? I mean things such as a supervulcano eruption, a plague, a large asteroid impact, a giant earthquake or maybe even a magical anomaly roaming around.
And, last but not least: Given that one of the worlds is called 'Maroleth' I'd like to ask whether they are any other significant similarities to a certain RP we both know very well about. (You don't need to answer this if you don't want of course^^)
Did any major natural disasters occur which still have a significant impact on the present that goes beyond a mere, globally known entry in the history books ? I mean things such as a supervulcano eruption, a plague, a large asteroid impact, a giant earthquake or maybe even a magical anomaly roaming around.
And, last but not least: Given that one of the worlds is called 'Maroleth' I'd like to ask whether they are any other significant similarities to a certain RP we both know very well about. (You don't need to answer this if you don't want of course^^)
Apologies for the double post, but would anybody be interested in letting his or her character been given a seat miraculously close to mine or another character ? Might help to get some posts done over the flight maybe ?
Me neither, but given that the eyes are one of the spots where mucosa is directly exposed to the environment and the still somewhat unknown nature of the virus it makes sense for me.
Glad for the positive outcome!
And... Mael's demon form:
Glad for the positive outcome!
And... Mael's demon form:
Is interplanetary travel a thing between the different populations or has it been such in the past, given there are ruins strewn around half the system?
If the answer is yes: Was/is it implemented by magic, rocket science or even some weird, ancient, alien-looking devices nobody has the faintest clue about but could use anyway? Or neither of these three things?
If the answer is yes: Was/is it implemented by magic, rocket science or even some weird, ancient, alien-looking devices nobody has the faintest clue about but could use anyway? Or neither of these three things?
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