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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 14, 2016 17:30:07 GMT -8
Alain- "There are spirit worlds. The realm of death has the spirits men call ghosts and other things besides... The most free-willed spirits there could be considered people. I do not expect to reach such a spirit in this place..."
He dangled the medallion, letting it sway gently in front of him.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 14, 2016 17:38:23 GMT -8
Alain- "We will see. A moment please."
Alain- "Ai hanta shem necrantos hai hanta..."
The medallion pulled itself in a loose spiral while he chanted. Eli wasn't used to hearing pigeons and crows anymore, and they seemed more loud than he thought possible.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 14, 2016 17:50:55 GMT -8
Alain- "hem necrantos hai hanta...ndhufu"
The medallion jerked forward and rattled in place.
Alain- "Nnnnn NO. SADAN NDEJO"
The medallion jerked again more violently and he seized it in his palm. He let his hand rest.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 14, 2016 18:05:05 GMT -8
Alain seemed to be having a silent argument.
Alain- "..."
Alain- "The spirits were indeed tempestuous, but none coherent enough to be of use."
He stood.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 14, 2016 18:22:09 GMT -8
He started walking out, but holding up as necessary to let Eli stay with him.
Alain- "I did not know this Jack or Angela, could not get anything out of the spirits here to work from. Perhaps with more elaborate ritual, but do you think it is worth the trouble just for a chance?"
He seemed to be implying something more elaborate than they could do at the moment, hence his stroll.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 14, 2016 18:33:50 GMT -8
Alain- "We can come to do this again, as part of your education." As Eli followed, he picked up the pace a little, getting back down the driveway to leave.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 14, 2016 18:43:25 GMT -8
Alain- "Necromancy is so dreary, spirits can become dull if you spend too much time with them... When you are new to magic, there is a tendency to always push yourself, to understand everything. If you go too far, you can be lost in the last moment." He just squeaked through the bars with creepy skinniness.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 14, 2016 18:50:58 GMT -8
They got back in Alain's ride. Alain- "Good, good... So. Let us become as clear as can be on the nature of the agreement. I awaken you to the world of magic. You turn me into a vampire. After that, I provide you magic protections and weapons to defend yourself against the elders you fear. Yes?" He started the engine.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 14, 2016 19:07:36 GMT -8
Alain- "Surely. Well then. You need to suffer." He pulled the car back onto the street.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 14, 2016 19:12:43 GMT -8
Alain- "To awaken yourself before I am long dead, you must train, but you must also pass through a crucible. You must lose yourself to find deeper truths. What hurts you, Eli?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 14, 2016 19:20:19 GMT -8
Alain- "I don't know. It might be useful..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 14, 2016 19:26:07 GMT -8
LATER ON,
Eli phoned a friend!
Ring, ring...
The phone rang several times before the line connected, and there was hella wind noise on the other end.
Anselm- Hello-- who is? It's... *muffled* Anselm...?
Eli - "It's Eli? We've been texting for a while, you said I should call you about hanging out?"
Anselm- "It's-- oh oh-- Elly... *EXTREMELY LOUD CLATTER* ...whoa-- Whoa sorry."
There was some manic shuffling and a couple buttons got pressed.
Muffled familiar voice in the background- "Don't wanna dance! 'Cause... a dance is... a kind of...dying. "
Anselm- "Shhh no, dance. Okay? It's not a-- HELLO? Sorry. Hi. I forgot-- I drop a phone. How are you? Elly?"
The volume fluctuated wildly, with the wind noise in the background and some kind of quiet, irregular thumping. Music? Maybe?
Eli - "Ah, I'm doing okay, better than before. Are you alright? It sounds like you're at a...windy dance club? Should we text instead?"
Anselm- "Huh? Oh, no it's okay, I can't read now."
Muffled familiar voice in the background- "No, see, of course we don't dance, because we're dead, Maaaaaan."
Anselm- "I'm talking to Elly! Shhh..."
Muffled familiar voice in the background- "Ell-ell... who? Like... Bribois for chicks? That doesn't sound like chicks, man."
Anselm- "No, I don't know any chicks now. It's Elly your friend."
Muffled familiar voice in the background- *unintelligible*
Anselm- "Oh okay. Anyway, um, no vee just uhhhhh on a roof. Someplace. Do you want to-- see it?"
Muffled familiar voice in the background- "Ohhh I recognize that dude! That dude's a gay dude. Which is OKAY. Right? But you know that."
Anselm- "Yeah, it's good. HEY I'm on a phone, trying to talk on 'dhe phone okay. HI Elly, you come find us, right? Do you know? Uh, vith a phone? Hey Darren--Hey can a kid find on a phone, right? A place?"
Darren- "Whaaaat? Oh like, one of these kind of shits. With the like, yeah. Yeah man, Lookit. Everyone knows Lookit."
Anselm- "Okay, vee are here. Can you find? Elly?"
Eli - "Do you have an address? I can just use Lookit Maps if you know where you're at, or the name of the building you're on top of. If you have a Social Link page, you can also message me with your location."
Anselm- "Ohhh, I don't know a computer thing, hold on--"
*EXTREMELY LOUD SHUFFLING*
Darren- "What? What-- no? What?"
Anselm- "Vhere are we? Help, tell him, okay?"
Darren- "What? Really-- Like, he couldn't just-- okay. Hello? This is Darren. Hello?"
Eli - "Darren? What's up, where are you guys?"
Darren- "Hm, okay. It's a church. North.... south, south. East. Of. Yoony. High Goddite. Graveyard."
*EXTREMELY LOUD GUNSHOT*
"That's all I know, bro."
Eli - "Erm, alright? I'll drive around, I suppose. What are you guys up to, at a Godchurch?"
Darren- "Oh, pf- you know. K-- um, being closer to... god. Wisdom. Stuff. It's..."
*EXTREMELY LOUD GUNSHOT*
Anselm- "Friss Scheiße, tote Jungen! Hahaha!"
Darren- "You can come around. We have a gun. You like guns, right?"
Eli - "Yeah, sure. I haven't seen you in a while... You still have that gun we got, a while ago?"
Darren- "Mmmmm-- not on me. Don't remind me, damn. Anyway, we got somethin'. It shoots. See ya if we see ya."
Anselm- "Hey wait-- tell him to bring--"
*click*
Eli considered calling back, but he figured he'd suss everything out when he got there. Seemed like the kind of mystery he needed to solve in person. And so, he began his journey...
Eli muddled through some confusing phone communications with Anselm to find that he was on the roof of church in the expensive single household area near Yoony, land of treelined lanes and tall fences. He smelled gunpowder in the moist night air as he approached.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on May 14, 2016 19:38:37 GMT -8
Eli saw distant movement on the roof, facing the backside of the church. A rifle went off, followed by some low chuckles. As he drew closer, he heard tinny, squalling music (?) The back side of the church faced an old graveyard with stone headstones and dying grass.
Darren- "To begin! The dance! Of the dead! Anselm- "Hahaha. 'Dhey die vorse 'dhan us. Total loser."
These guys stood facing the other way from Eli. Anselm reloaded the rifle, and Darren took a swig out of a paper covered bottle. A cheap stereo was balanced on a ledge, precariously close to falling, and letting out some gawdawful industrial (?) music. (?) Anselm took a shot and blew a chunk off a crumbling headstone.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on May 14, 2016 19:51:24 GMT -8
"!!!" "!!!"
Darren- "Just some ghosts, man. Bustin' some caps on the spirits." Anselm- " 'Dhey die too ztupid, die forever like dummies." Darren tossed the bottle into the air while Anselm took aim, and shot it into an explosion of glass and... blood? Anselm- "Oh, it's not empty. Ups..."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on May 14, 2016 20:21:05 GMT -8
Darren- "You see what GODDD did to us MAAAN?!"
Darren gaped off the roof, dumbfounded. Anselm shoved the gun into his hands and scuttled over to a pile of assorted junk near the stereo-- Stacks of ye anciente CDs and a dented can of Red Ribbon. He held the can out to Eli. Anselm- "Hey, it's virgin. Drink. You know. Just beer, no vorry. I bring for you." It was filled about 1/4 of the way with lukewarm blood. Well, it had beer anyway, didn't smell too off-color.
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