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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 20, 2016 17:24:25 GMT -8
Trevor- "Yes. How is everything?"
On top of the usual business, Trevor had done some additional favors for Rat to keep his miniature menagerie from suffering potential fiery death. His own wards apparently did their job in that last attack, but one couldn't be too careful. Hopefully that all didn't take too long, but everything was very uncertain lately.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 20, 2016 17:30:12 GMT -8
Santi- "Dinner is served. Come to the party." He walked back to the door of the room and gestured for Trevor to come with him into the dining area. Orange candlelight came from beyond.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 20, 2016 17:31:46 GMT -8
Trevor took in the surroundings. Was Theodore present?
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 20, 2016 17:38:24 GMT -8
He heard a soft sound from the dining room he guessed was Theodore. Walking to the door, he took in the scene. Santi- "Bon appetit." Theodore stood by the head of an ancient table, laid out with a meal for one. Theo's hand was on a cake bell of unknown contents.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 20, 2016 17:43:26 GMT -8
Theodore- "Trevor, it's dinner time! I think it's about time you improved your Glennish skill."
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 20, 2016 17:44:00 GMT -8
Trevor- "...What about Glennish?" Trevor sat down. It was good to have a meal with friends and family. There was something comforting in that tradition.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 20, 2016 17:49:11 GMT -8
Theodore- "Well, there are short cuts in life, and we're here to offer one to you. It's a bit like, hm, what do they call those things, Santi? Vitamins? Something to make you big and strong?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 20, 2016 17:51:09 GMT -8
Santi- "That is an apt analogy. Vitamins..." He walked closer to the table, pausing several feet from Trevor down its length.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 20, 2016 17:53:01 GMT -8
Trevor smiled, confused but accepting. Trevor- "Okay..."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 20, 2016 17:59:44 GMT -8
Theodore smiled a moment longer, before lifting the bell with a flourish. On a piece of fine china lay a raggedly cut hunk of dark meat. Blood splattered the plate, hastily wiped on the edges to improve its presentation, but there wasn't much to do to make an uncooked heart look appetizing. Theodore- "It might not be the most appealing meal, but it's one you won't regret having."
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 20, 2016 18:04:44 GMT -8
Not the usual liquid dinner? That was interesting. Either way, Trevor was happy. Trevor- "I trust you." Trevor silently mouths his thanks for the meal. Time to dig in...?
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 20, 2016 18:10:44 GMT -8
Santi- "Yesss..." As Trevor ate, he felt a mix of sensations. The food felt right in his mouth - chewy and a little difficult, but quite palatable. When it reached his atrophied stomach, there was a sense of wrongness at first, but it gave way to an accommodating emptiness.
Something else mounted in the back of his mind. A tingling, a feeling like energy trying to escape.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 20, 2016 18:18:08 GMT -8
Theodore pulled up a chair to watch fascinatedly, Santi stepped behind him with wide eyes. Santi- "Wow it's..." Trevor could no longer sense their words, or the rest of the world as he slipped from his chair, tendrils of buzzing energy unfurling inside him. Bizarre memories washed over him, not his own. Glennish phrases and voices, the feeling of silky cloth and overwhelming perfumes. Plucking violins, Tomasz-- that rakish bastard, and so many worthless little boys that didn't merit much more than a flicker of a recollection.((Perhaps a good point for Trevor to try to hold on to himself, how does he react to these unfamiliar thoughts and feelings?))
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 20, 2016 18:21:42 GMT -8
Trevor passively allowed this psychological phenomenon, not pushing out the thoughts, but not entirely absorbing them as his own, either. He followed the "plot line" as if reading a book.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 20, 2016 18:31:08 GMT -8
It was a good idea, but the invasion was too powerful. He'd only lived but a few years himself, the blink of an eye. The weight of more than a century quickly blotted out his world... His body collapsed, the world of the present was gone to him.
There he was, a kernel of nothing, a flea on the back of another existence. Violin notes, over and over and over. Bodies consumed and cast aside. Nothing arouses more than a hint of interest. Stupid Ellen's bugs, who does she think she is to a princess? The most interesting thing that remained in the tedious black world were his stories. After scourging him raw and rebuilding him on the blood of your victims, laying in bed for hours, listening to his tales of the Holy Times. Mischief and ruin forever. Why do the tales of old always follow heroes and virgins? BO-ring!
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