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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Apr 29, 2014 4:08:42 GMT -8
"I haven't, but I did entertain a brief fascination with the Etrange Cirque movment of Colonial Age Bribeaux. Their aesthetics seem about on par." And trust the guy with the messed up childhood to only know about circuses from books...and even then it was only the weird ones. He peered around."So are we having a jolly wee ramble until things get sorted out topside, chaps, or is there actually an exit lurking somewhereabouts?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Apr 29, 2014 11:39:59 GMT -8
Ru- "I don't know, I think we were rescued from the last big illusion. Does anyone else have experience to the contrary? Maybe there is an exit somewhere... " Ru looked among his fellows and kept a hold on Chloe, trying to stay in the light. Who knows what other, more terrible illusions were beyond that. He wasn't particularly tall, but bent over, as if to make himself smaller.
It didn't help him much as an actor; so many leading fellows were tall, but such is the life.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 29, 2014 16:10:41 GMT -8
"We're having a metaphorical journey y'all. Looking deep into the mindset of our host, we gotta channel this into our artistic souls." August rambled on through the dark abbey of Greyburn's mind.
"Do ya reckon he can hear us?"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Apr 29, 2014 16:29:14 GMT -8
"I just compared the man's brain to a cheap children's carnival...so I certainly hope not."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Apr 29, 2014 16:38:55 GMT -8
Ru- Ru concentrates, and then realizes, they are probably not actually that far away, and the man can definitely hear them, he's just choosing not to respond. "MR. GREYBURN! MR. GREYYYYBURRNNN YOUR GUESTS ARE HERE! PLEASE INVITE US IN." He hoped Babette wasn't in too much trouble.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 30, 2014 10:21:24 GMT -8
Santi- "No, Ru... We aren't in his mind, precisely, which is a good thing. We're in some kind of shifting labyrinth of lies, physically somewhere in the estate. And I wouldn't be surprised if he cannot hear us. Look around, it's fairly dull in here. If nothing active is happening, he probably isn't exerting conscious control over it." Chloë- "Whoa. That's heavy."
Cameron- "Hell."
They kept on in the chosen direction. At last it came to what looked like a dark hall, but the wall continued beyond that as well. Did they want to stay in the room & look for another exit, or go down the hall which may lead to stairs or imaginary piranhas?
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 30, 2014 16:09:14 GMT -8
" Well that's a crankyrumpus! He coulda just said he wanted to have a private chat to Babs. How does it keep going then, Santi? He ain't that magical is he?" August took them down the hall, privately hoping for something as exciting as pirañas. He wasn't a chap you could just lock away in a cupboard darn it!
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 30, 2014 22:19:46 GMT -8
Santi- "I don't know..." He stopped and leaned against a wall, looking away.
Cameron- "What's up, dude?"
Santi- "... There's something about progenitors. We're all creatures of the spirit world, in a sense. But progenitors - especially the older ones - they just seem to be a little closer to that. As if reality itself is just a little less coherent around them."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 1, 2014 4:13:59 GMT -8
"I can't imagine what that'd be like… I guess that's why they're so kooky… Do ya think that'll ever happen to us?"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on May 1, 2014 12:15:46 GMT -8
Quinn processed that information as they walked, keeping his eyes peeled in case something decided to go bump in the night in their direction."So if we imagine reality as a sheet, the Progenitors are like the older, threadbare parts?" He considered August's question as well and, privately, was curious about that. He couldn't imagine ever living that long. He still couldn't wrap his brain around the concept of 'forever'. "Do you fancy we'll make it that long? It just seems so hard to fathom, old thing..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 1, 2014 14:05:34 GMT -8
Chloë- "No way, August."
Santi- "Might be a decent analogy... I briefly met a turned vampire that was very old, but I can't say for certain what he was like. Could he have been that other-worldly? He did prefer to keep company with progenitors, at least."
Cameron- "Quinn... I feel the same way but I'd really rather not think about it."
The group had stopped walking. The queasy feeling of unwelcome increased slightly when they were still, like it was a source of agitation to let yourself feel settled. Santi finally stood to get moving again.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 1, 2014 14:15:35 GMT -8
"At least we'll live longer than losers like Lloyd. I'll protect ya Cam, we can make it through anything." August continued to lead the way through the hall, looking for any doors to fall through check out.
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on May 1, 2014 14:20:05 GMT -8
Quinn did at least seem apologetic, having not realized his emotional mis-step."Of course. Forgive me, Cam. It's an artist's fatalism and nothing more. Stiff upper lip and all that, wot?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 1, 2014 14:59:10 GMT -8
"Ya say the darndest things sometimes, Q. Wot, wot. Tellyhore!"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on May 1, 2014 15:09:15 GMT -8
"Stars and garters, as if your vernacular isn't a queer fish, dearest uncle mine." Quinn snorted, drawing himself up to his full height and trying for an air of dignity. He probably just looked a bit like an offended ferret.
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