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Post by Noah Thorne on May 6, 2015 20:17:24 GMT
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will mean something to someone | Noah yawns loud, Gods I am BORED! He had hoped to do something fun with his day off, go find a nice creepy world. But all he found was this forest of yuck. Gross pretty things everywhere. Why could it be a nice place with shrunken heads hanging from the trees, and dead grass everywhere. That would be so nice. Now that is a place one should dance. He would love to be able to find a place like thing, well, he would rather be able to go back and visit his home. But that just isn't going to happen any time soon.
Well maybe he could make this place more interesting. Noah jogs over to one of the trees and climbs up it easily. He could always scare anyone that showed up. That would be fun, and a good laugh. He reaches his thumb over his fingers as he pops them one by one. He hums under his breath as he waits "This is halloween this is halloween, pumpkins scream in the dead of night."
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Post by Trinity Mouser on May 6, 2015 21:17:40 GMT
It was a nice quiet day in the forest, making this place her home, she had found the people fun and unique. Why she even met a creature who was called a "werewolf" who tried convincing her curse was nothing, though her insecurities were never to leave her that easily. Still to this day she wears make-up to cover those little snake scales, luckily there were no ladders or workers to where buckets of water can fall on her. Not to mention the werewolf vowed not to tell a soul, their own little secret just two of them. Something she as yet gained the courage to ask the head Master keyblader about, or really any of the students.
This day she had decided to wear an innocent simple white sundress, something she bought in the world Radiant Garden. This white dress was simple in design and went all the way around, it held bit of a white cut floral cover design that seemed to add just a nice touch. Spinning, while singing enjoying this nice fresh air. This place was a heaven in comparison to her once prison back home, living among books... forgotten stories... Dust all around, only a simple Librarian pet cat for company.
Eventually she came to a nice moist small clearing, her singing gradually died down to a over-dramatic loud hum she thought only herself could hear. This clearing held small group of Chervil flowers, she bent over with princess trained grace preventing her medium length dress from showing anything personal. She then began picking this small flowers placing them gently in her small traveling basket. A basket that already had various herbs from various places in the forest, as well as a few berries for traveling snack.
She so focused on her happy daydream thoughts was unaware of any movement what-so-ever. While she was learning to train with a sword, she was still a complete novice when it came to environment and any "real" sort of fight.
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Post by Noah Thorne on May 6, 2015 21:38:30 GMT
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will mean something to someone | After a small while Noah watches as a gross pretty girl enters his field of vision. She looks almost what you would say a Princess would look like. How unnerving, that people think that a princess would look like that. To him a Princess sound look like the most beautiful stitched up corpse, be picking the blackest of dead flowers. It really is hard for Noah to get used to the worlds outside Halloween Town. He does understand that very few people would agree with his thoughts on the matter of what is good looking or not. But that really just makes him wish he was back in his home town more.
Buy never the less there was little he could do since he couldnt find his way back. So today to help lighten his heart, why doesn't he put on a good scare as a greeting. Lucky for him the girl decided to pick flowers right underneath the tree that he had found himself perched on. So keeping him humming low and to himself he wrapped his legs around the branch he was sitting on and waited for the girl to stand up.
As she did so once finished picking her flowers he let himself slide and spin around the branch so that he was hanging upside down his face just meters away from the girl. The scariest of cackles rising from behind his lovely mask.
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Post by Trinity Mouser on May 6, 2015 22:47:55 GMT
Feeling successful at the new herb she had gathered, she slowly rised, still not paying attention to her surroundings. She stared at the ground at the slightly bothered soil lost in thought, what would the chef make tonight? Would he let her cook? This place was so different from home... If only her home was like this, so free, so kind, so happy. It saddened her how it all was.
Finally deciding it was time to leave, she began to take a step forward thoughts still lost of how great this place was, when she felt a sudden hard pain the sort of pain she immediately assumed was a branch. "I-I didn't know there was a bra-" She suddenly stopped talking to herself when she realized... it wasn't a branch at all...
She immediately gave a scream dropping to the ground out of fear, and well clumsiness. Her basket of items spread out around her, her pretty little white dress became muddy from the moist clearing ground. Her silvery-amber eyes shined brightly under the widened scared eyes. It had taken several moments for her to get her mind together... Her fear of snakes seeming to feel any empty gaps of knowledge, that this was some sort of large forest magical snake, yes large magical snake...
Due to her fear of snakes, it had taken an incredibly amount of effort for her to pick herself up again. She closed her eyes and began wishing the snake to leave, or don't bite.. her mind filling with memories of a shadow covered snake biting her so long ago that had given her curse. "Please.. don't be there.. please don't be there.." she mumbled under her breath, finally daring to open her eyes.
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Post by Noah Thorne on May 6, 2015 23:44:37 GMT
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will mean something to someone | Not a bad reaction, and watching her fall was fun. The sound of her screams brought a nice smile to Noah's face. It still had his scare game and he was more then happy about it. You can take the trick or treater out of Halloween Town, but you can't take the Halloween Town out of the Trick or treater. Noah stayed in the tree slowly swaying back and forth, humming. La, la, la, la la la, la la.
"That was fun!" he says smiling wide and unzipping his mask so that he can display his double teeth smile. Maybe he could get another scream? That would be awesome, of course he wasnt sure if he was going to get what he wanted with that. The first worked best because of the surprise factor. He is not sure if he still had that right now.
So he swings humming his song, "This is halloween this is halloween. Pumpkins scream in the dead of night." He loves that song.
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Post by Trinity Mouser on May 7, 2015 3:51:58 GMT
She opened her eyes, to see EEP! The snake! She closed her eyes again, but the snake began talking... Wait.. Snakes don't talk.. She slowly opened her left eye again to see as little of the snake as possible... All she saw was lots of teeth, tons of teeth. EEEP! Super Snake! Quickly she squeezed her eyes again trying to figure what this monster was, how she could escape it... Maybe if she just sat here and stayed perfectly still it'll think she's dead... Yeah! She'll play possum... go away snake.. go away..
Soon after it started humming, wait snakes didn't hum... She slowly opened her right this time to see the snake swinging... Wait snakes don't swing either... What was this thing? She slowly opened her other eye staring at this creepy creepy thing... What was this thing?
She slowly picked herself off the ground, her pretty little dress utterly stained and ruined for good, there went her monthly salary... She now raised off the ground tilted her head in curiosity, was this some sort of forest creature? Should she cry for help? Wha-what-what... are you?" she approached closer trying to get a better look, never before had she heard of such a thing... yet... had she? All those archives in the castle library, how could they be so outdated about these worlds?
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Post by Noah Thorne on May 7, 2015 4:09:18 GMT
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will mean something to someone | Noah watches as she tries to deal with the situation, first playing possum and then trying to actually get a look at him. What is he? Hes a person, even with the mask that shouldn't be hard to tell. All he is doing is hanging from the tree with his legs wrapped around a sturdy branch. Its not like he was hiding anything. Noah sighs though, she is no longer screaming, only making those sounds like a school girl Noah used to love watching tapes of them getting killed in the old Horror films.
Maybe he can get her to scream if he uses his Centipedes! That would be good, but otherwise he was kind of starting to already get bored with her. How lame, so lets make it less lame.
Suddenly a looks of pain spreads its way across his face, as he holds onto his covered eye. He starts to scream as loud as he can, slowly removing his hand, as it looks like Centipedes are burrowing there way out of his eye. Soon after falling to the ground. Sadly he cant maintain them on the ground but this should be enough to get her screaming again.
As they are falling to the ground though he starts to cackle again, as if he is enjoying the pain that it looks like he is going through.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 7, 2015 4:56:53 GMT
Training, Training, that was just his constant life right now. Currently it was in the forest area so he could get used to fighting in a crowded area with uneven ground. He was used to it already, but practice made perfect.
Then he heard a terrified screech and he immediately turned in the direction of the voice he'd heard. It sounded like Trinity. Oooh... If it was Mikhail that was trying to scare her, he would go and smack him across the face. But that didn't seem like something Mikhail would do. He went to investigate anyway, taking his staff and using it to float over to where he'd heard the scream.
There he saw Trinity open her eyes to look at a figure swing on a branch in a tree. He didn't attack right away, instead moving to get a closer look at whoever it was so that he could then deal with it accordingly. But it didn't seem to see him.
In the span of only a few seconds the person began to cover his eyes in pain and then dropped from the tree to show bugs piling out of his eye. Suddenly feeling a strangely protective courage streak Emilio dove in and landed directly in front of Trinity pointing his staff at the strange person, being completely unperturbed by the disgusting centipedes. This sort of thing was usually in his dreams, so he wasn't particularly effected by its grossness.
He had a completely blank expression on his face, unsure of how to proceed. It didn't seem like the person wanted to hurt Trinity, as he wasn't attacking her, but simply to scare her. And just because he was no longer effected by the creepiness of the act, didn't mean it wouldn't have a lasting effect on Trinity. | CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST, DON'Y YOU CRY NO MORE.
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Post by Trinity Mouser on May 7, 2015 5:34:24 GMT
All she could do was gasp in horror as he began writhing in pain, did she do something? Did he see her face? What was going on? Should she get some herb or something? Suddenly bugs started popping out, what... What was happening... She couldn't figure it out, hell she was almost to the point of barfing.
It was by this time her hero had arrived, she quickly hid behind him fighting the urge to gag and possibly even worst... barf.. It was so unprincesss-like to show any sort of weakness or fear... There was suppose to be a balance of strength within the royal line, that way you could control your subjects, or was it to survive against your own killer relatives? Taking a deep breath, she gathered the little training she had learned and pulled it together.
This strength was just enough to hide behind her friend Emilio, enough to not gag trying to barf food all over the place. Enough to depend on a hero to protect her, rather than herself. such a pitiful sight really. Too bad it was all she really knew... Just hide behind those books, behind that make-up, away from what you fear...
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Post by Noah Thorne on May 7, 2015 5:55:31 GMT
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will mean something to someone | As he sees the new person entering his field of view and standing protectively in front of the girl he stops with his centipedes, letting a few drop and try and keep up the illusion that that they are real. Weather or not it works on this guy, because is honest to doesn't look like it does.
He looks at the staff that he is holding. Neat, looks cool, and then looking into his heart he sees that he is a normal person. Which is good, he really doesnt want to have to deal with heartless or nobody's or anything.
Buuut what should he do now? He has had is fun maybe he should just leave? Eh maybe, Noah is really not one for conversations. So Noah starts to try and swing off the branch to land on his feet, but as he is about to do so, the branch snaps. Halfway though his swing he enters a free fall and lands on his back leaving him breathless and gasping.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 7, 2015 7:49:13 GMT
Two things happened in the next second. He could feel the princess gather herself really close to his back and he simply ignored it. He got it, she was scared. Her heart was not as strong as his own. He glanced back at her but quickly moved his eyes back on the man dropping centipedes everywhere. Not that they were real. But whatever.
Then, of course, the branch snapped and he fell to the ground in a heap of dark jacket and branch. Emilio raised an eyebrow in certainty. Yep. He'd know a trickster anywhere. For he was one after all.... Or had been one.
Either way, he knew he was right. If he was a devout trickster, then he should expect some sort of challenge if offered. Not a verbal one. But he was sure that there would be something down the line.
For now he simply grinned at the man's predicament and moved to toss the branch off of him, though he didn't touch him even for a moment. He kept his staff at a ready and brought on his natural infamous grin.
"Scarin' a lady is kinda rude, hadn't your mother ever taught you that little bug?" | CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST, DON'Y YOU CRY NO MORE.
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Post by Trinity Mouser on May 7, 2015 9:04:11 GMT
At some point she actually began burying her face in Emiio's blue jacket, only to look up with a sudden large crash of a branch. She gave a small giggle at the guy, though still slightly unsure what to do.
When emilio began to defend her she felt a surge of courage, enough courage to pull out from her hiding spot to stand at his left-side.
Once out of the hiding spot, she slightly leaned forward to the figure who seemed to look like a regular guy in a mask. What was with all the worms? Was than an otherworldly trait? Is-Is he al-al-alright? Sho-should we call for help?" She was suddenly unsure what to do, it wouldn't be right to leave him... Though he did deserve what came to him, it probably was best to just leave him. But what if he was badly hurt? What if he had someone to protect? Or worst, what if he was criticized for those bugs in his eyes? Did that not make her look wrong? To turn away? When she too hid things on her face?
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Post by Noah Thorne on May 7, 2015 20:52:40 GMT
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will mean something to someone | After the guy moved the branch Noah stood up with a sigh. He couldn't believe he fell, that was really silly. He looks down at his hoodie and say all the mud that now stained it. Not bad, he might keep it like that for a little bit so long as Vinny doesn't notice. But sadly he likely will, the man was a bit of a clean freak. Which was nice sometimes, but other times it was just annoying.
Noah looks over to the other guy oh just seems to have this stupid gin on his face like he knows something. It actually kind of makes Noah wanna smack him in the face. Normal people smiles unnerve him sometimes, why cant they just make a twisted smile instead. It looks much nicer, a good twisted smile, now that is something that would be nice to see again.
Then this guy asks if his mother had taught him that is was rude to scare people?! That's outlandish and Noah has to resist the urge to just start laughing. Then it dawns on him, I guess normal people dont teach there kids that scaring others is the right things to do. Different world he guesses, because its just so hard to think of someone not teaching there kids the art of the scare.
But with a shrug responds, "Quite the opposite." With that he plays with his ring, maybe he should just get out of here. This guy would take a top notch pro to get scared and Noah sadly wasn't that yet. And the girl was just going to end up hiding behind this dude.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on May 9, 2015 20:22:09 GMT
"Quite the opposite." Emilio raised his eyebrow, suddenly quite intrigued. The man looked a little bit dejected. It had been a long time since Emilio had gone around scaring people. It was kind of sad really. He missed those days... Er well, maybe he missed the scaring of people with his illusions. But it had been awhile since he'd even snuck up behind someone and made them jump.
He missed those days. "Really?" He asked, the smile never leaving his face. "Where are you from? And what's your name?"
Emilio didn't know where this kid was from, but there was no way he was going to pass this opportunity up. He'd been out of the game for some time and really missed freaking people out.
But there was one thing he would not do and that was to freak out someone like Trinity. Poor girl didn't know the difference between safe and unsafe and got freaked by almost anything. He wasn't a cruel person. But just because this guy enjoyed scaring people and didn't know Trinity didn't mean he was a cruel person either.
Twirling his staff, he stepped out of the defensive position and held out his hand with a wink. "The names Emilio. Emilio Di Angelos. Sorry for branch. You alright?" | CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST, DON'Y YOU CRY NO MORE.
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Post by Trinity Mouser on May 10, 2015 23:13:01 GMT
Quite the opposite? Then it must have been a welcome custom of his world! Of course that's what it was, a smile spread on her face. Maybe she could learn something from him, maybe even take notes to build the Castle library with new bits of information. After the incident with the werewolf, she needed to know everything there is about everything. Quickly she dug into her hidden small pocket in her dress, she pulled out a small notepad with small pencil. A little water soaked in at the tips of the notepad, but nothing too bad.
She scooted a little bit from behind her heroic companion, the notepad open and pencil ready to take notes on the conversation. maybe she should ask questions herself? Why not, what was so different about this world?
Notes;; Hey I gotta go, if Milo isn't on before I get back on... like 9 hours? maybe? then i'll add more to the post... If not, Milo please please go ahead and reply, I don't want you to wait for me to get back. Uhh she'll just take notes the whole time. |
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