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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Mar 4, 2014 22:49:19 GMT -8
Trevor - "This a tight space even for a small beetle. May I ask you why you helped me and not the lady, Ms. Florence."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 4, 2014 23:50:48 GMT -8
Monster- "She asked me to. Do you know why she did that?"
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Mar 5, 2014 8:33:02 GMT -8
Trevor - "Ah. She saved me again." Somewhere in the folded Trevor was a thoughtful smile. "I never introduced myself. I'm Trevor. What is your name?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 6, 2014 8:14:54 GMT -8
Monster- "I'm Falder, I fald. I fald and that's all."
Suddenly, the world made a lot less sense to Trevor. He was blind and sick and his proprioception was shockingly twisted. Daytime. Monster- "Ye aelraight, Treivorh?"
That sounded weird.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Mar 6, 2014 9:02:26 GMT -8
Trevor - "Thanks again, Mr. Falder. I am a bit tired. I never slept," Trevor said with his spirit voice gone. At least Falder spoke Glennish - kind of.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 6, 2014 9:40:06 GMT -8
Monster- "Dilemmasome, laddy, innaraighy? Aig sherd larg a peer atty, costle clare?"
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Mar 6, 2014 14:15:31 GMT -8
Trevor was only able to make out the word "dilemma" in Falder's conventional verbalization and was positive the rest was spoken in a language he had never head.
Trevor - "I think it's safe for me to leave hiding," Trevor said this hoping Falder would take the hint. He was not comfortable presently.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 6, 2014 20:47:20 GMT -8
Monster- "Ai'll clary."
He leapt out of view, leaving Trevor alone and falded. He heard nothing. ((How long would he wait?))
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Mar 6, 2014 22:01:56 GMT -8
Trevor would wait not a moment longer and attempted straightening himself out.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 6, 2014 22:20:25 GMT -8
It felt hella creepy trying to unfald, like being made out of electrified plastic, or a foot waking up after being asleep for ten minute - times a hundred. Did he persist?
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Mar 6, 2014 22:55:55 GMT -8
Trevor persists.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 6, 2014 23:18:35 GMT -8
Trevor really did seem to be a fan of weird extreme sensations. He could feel parts of himself sliding over parts of himself in ways that should not be, amid all the electricity and eeriness. After an eternal minute of twisting and unfalding, he suddenly burst into a dim hall, sparks and stars rushing around his field of vision, and hit the floor with a thud. He couldn't move at first, stunned and overwhelmed, until at length
Death returned to him. Being dead was good for quieting physical sensations. Everything in the world and in his body was once again dull, numb, removed. He definitely felt the physical motivation to sleep, but he could resist, and certainly would...
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Mar 6, 2014 23:43:12 GMT -8
Trevor had not slept since the party, including the time of his of recovery. At long last he allowed himself some time to heal where he lay.
Fully restored a nap later, Trevor gets up and goes to check on his room. After he was certain everyone was fine in there he'd try to figure out what caused Ms. Inka's period of instability. That information may be very useful.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 7, 2014 0:47:15 GMT -8
((Incidentally, by the powers rules I elucidated in an Uncle Christopher Talk many moons ago, Trevor wouldn't have regenerated from a pile of mush if he hadn't gotten at least some sleep. It's required for regeneration. Assume some of the time he thought he was awake for that he was actually having a very realistic experience while passed out.))
Trevor got his bearings. He was very close to his room. Within, the curtain was drawn tight against the offending day, and his live collection all seemed unperturbed, or at least much as he left them. He turned to head back out and saw Florence at the doorway. Her dress was askew, the skirt split. Florence- "You were right. I did have something on my mind, but I couldn't remember."
The only light was regular spectrum - no heat. The world looked very dark. She was a brown-orange phantom in the scattered light that reached her from the heat lamps.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Mar 7, 2014 1:36:37 GMT -8
((My previous post has been appropriately edited, sir!))
Trevor - "I see. I forgot that." He hadn't really forgotten.
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