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 Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 1:38 pm
The room was white- a Berber carpet, walls the color of eggshells, and a couple of windows that looked out into nothingness but seemed to cycle through a day-night rotation quite regularly. Armchairs and trundle beds were dropped through the room quite regularly and were actually quite comfortable. Because there was no clock, the only real measure of passing time was the rising and setting of a sun that none of them ever saw. When Liet brought food, that helped measure time, too. Otherwise, it was rather like jail in that there was nothing to do but talk.
An unlocked door was the only way out, but every time they tried to walk through it, the illusionary in question would find themselves simply walking back into the room; if you tried to go out the windows, the same would happen. Whoever had made this room certainly knew how to keep people inside... And whether someone outside could get through the door was, as yet, unknown. Liet certainly came in through the door, but then she also walked out through it...
It looked, though, like they were alone.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 10:42 am
Ean had tried to walk through that door a total of ten times. Each and every time, he wound up walking again back into the room almost the instant he left. It was a constant paradox. And every time he tried, he wound up panting for breath, and having to rest in one of the chairs until he tried again. Finally - he gave that venture up. But he hadn't given up trying to get out of there. If only he had Nishin with him - he would be... well, if not safe, then at least not as lonely as he currently was. Even WITH company. The situation was solemn, and Nishin - brat that he was - always seemed to have a smart-a** comment to lighten things up. As it currently stood, Ean had figured out that they weren't getting out of here any time soon. So they might as well get to know each other. Sure - he knew the other Illusionary there by sight and name. But not much more than that. Now was as good a time as any to make nice.
Ean rose from his seated position in a chair, and moved over to where the other Illus were. Perhaps if they were thinking together, they'd come up with a way out of this stupid room, and back to their families. Or, in Ean's case, back home.
"So... any of you figured a way out of here yet? The door doesn't work, you can't break through the walls, and it doesn't seem like that woman stays long... when she comes. I'm sure we're all open to suggestions. Name's Ean, by the way. Who are you all?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 3:46 pm
Blackfell was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall and glaring at the floor. He hadn't bothered trying to go out the door at all. After watching the others trying and, everyone of them, failing, he didn't bother wasting the energy.
As it was, he was swearing at himself for his stupidity in getting caught. And he knew it was his stupid mistake for jumping into things, too.
Muttering under his breath, he leaned forward, head in his hands for the briefest of moments before he started hitting his head with his fists. "So stupid!" He mumbled, about to continue when he heard one of the other Illu's finally speak.
Looking up, he saw one that seemed vaguely familiar, but he hadn't seen in a long while. "Ean?" He asked, frowning and hopping up into a crouch, balancing on the balls of his feet, wings folded at his back.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 8:03 pm
The pyro was sitting in a corner, muttering curses darkly to himself while Flash rubbed it's cheek beside him, meowing and hoping to comfort him. He didn't bother walking through the door especially when he watched the older boy try and fail. It was just open to taunt them.
He hated it.
He hated this.
He hated not being able to use his powers. At times like this, he wanted to feel the comfort of his fire badly. And he hated getting caught. Alora was going to be worried; he knew. And especially when he had promised that he would never make her cry again.
Damn this.
Damn this all to hell.
"Blackfell?" Hearing his friend's voice, he lifted up his head to see. His hair was messy, after the struggle he had put up, and it fell down, not up in its usual spikes. He hadn't bothered to pay attention when the other was speaking and simply tried to focus on trying to get his powers back. "Do any of you know what is going on?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 9:44 pm
"Blackfell? Mere? Wow... What a place to meet you guys again..."
He sighed, and stood, starting to pace.
"As to what's going on here... I don't know. All I know is that I was studying one of my books, and suddenly someone grabbed my arm, and here I am. Some woman, at that. Not that I have anything against women... I just wasn't expecting it. And Nishin is gone. I think she took HIM, too. Which doesn't make a lot of sense, seeing as he's a ghost."
Ean stopped pacing, and sat down in the middle of the floor, hand to his head. He wasn't feeling very well, and he didn't know whether it was stress or actual illness. But whatever.
As he went to stand up again, he had an idea. A stupid one, but worse situations had been solved in stupider ways.
"Guys, I just got an idea. Whoever captured us clearly wants us alive. If one of us faked being sick - or, in my case, exaggerated, because I really am - perhaps that woman would come back to see what's wrong. While she's checking out whoever it is... the other two could jump her. It's a stupid idea... but got any others? More than open to suggestions."
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 9:47 pm
Blackfell turned his head when he heard a more familiar voice, his gold eyes focusing on Merenth's similar ones. At least one friend was with him, then...
Not that it made the situation a whole lot better.
Shaking his head, he hit his temple with a fist again. "Stop being useless." He muttered to himself, before looking at Merenth again. "I haven't got a freaking clue." He said bluntly, rolling his shoulders in their joints while standing up and approaching the dragon-child.
"The crazy chick nicked you too, apparenty." Blackfell watched him, not entirely sure what to do about anything. "Got any bright ideas, fireball?"
He fell silent as Ean started speaking; it wasn't a terrible bad idea, but it wasn't a terribly good one, either. Somehow, he doubted the crazy chick would care too much.
In reply, he shrugged. "I'm down with whatever you're willing to try, Ean."
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 11:58 pm
He blinked up at the older boy, looking confused. "Do I know you?" He said rather bluntly. Maybe back when he was with Lavi...but he remembered only Evelyn, Vieve, Blackfell....from his slumber party. Were there others? He rubbed his temples, trying to recall.
"Yeah." Mereneth grumbled, folding his arms, frowning. He hadn't exactly been happy with how their fight had went. "I can't. I don't know why I can't use my powers." He flexed his fingers, looking at the scales on his hands. His tail flicked, as if unsure and confused that the flame that usually ignited the tip was gone.
He stared at the boy, Ean was it? "It might work." He said slowly, shoving his hands into his pockets. He started as his fingers brushed cold metal and pulled them out of his pockets. "What is this?" He questioned, letting it drop to the floor and staring at it. He was busy with puzzling about what it was that he didn't notice the flame leap gratefully back into existence on his tail.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:16 am
Ean blinked, and pointed at the tip of the other Illu's tail.
"You have your flame back... But..."
He walked forward, and bent to look at the small metal trinket, picking it up, and immediately almost-falling to a wave of dizziness. He threw the thing across the room, and stared at it like it was a snake that would bite.
"Neither of you touch that thing. I almost passed out. And I think it saps powers, if dragon-boy over here was any example."
He HAD met Mereneth before - but that was a long, long time ago. And it wasn't physically. Dreams had a strange way of turning into reality for him, and he was remembering a dream. It seemed odd to him why the other didn't remember, but he let it go.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 5:45 am
Blackfell watched in silence as Merenth took the object out of his pocket, his tail lighting the moment it left his person. Frowning, Blackfell scrambled over to it on his hands and knees, not touching it but just studying it.
"Uhm, well, I haven't lost my powers. Not that I really have a whole lot, or anything." He said, still contemplating the object while thinking about what he was capable of doing. Not much that wasn't ordinary.
Closing his wings to his shoulders, he looked back at Ean. "Didn't you talk differently when you were little?" He asked, not commenting on his age; seemed like several Illu that were actually younger then him were now older, physically at least. Sighing to himself, he decided once they got out've this, he'd get on his way to hunting down Darksong.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 5:54 am
"Mmm?" He turned to look at his tail and then started. A slow grin spread across his face and he breathed out a sigh of relief, wiggling his fingers as he created a small flame and made it circle around his palm. He felt so much better now that his fire, his warmth was back. He was himself again.
He narrowed his orange eyes at the metal...thing. "So that's what happened." He muttered to himself, chastising himself inwardly for not noticing earlier. He closed his eyes, making his tail and wings disappear, and his usual impish grin leaped to his face.
"Eh?" He said stupidly. "He wasn't at the sleepover was he?" That would explain a lot of things.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:55 am
"Err.... yeeeeah. I used to rhyme. When I was little. Still do, sometimes."
He rubbed the back of his neck in a semi-embarrassed manner. That's right, they WOULD have seen him like that. It was no wonder they didn't recognize him all that well. I mean - even with the fact that he met them through dreams all the time didn't mean that he'd NEVER met them before. He decided to keep quiet about the dreams thing.
He changed gears the moment pain shot through his left arm. Had the woman touched him there? He couldn't remember. But he was down on his luck in the health department, too. So that could be it. Pulled muscle? Heart attack? Anything, it seemed, was possible. He lifted his right hand to rub his left arm as he thought about their situation.
"What are each of your talents?"
He needed to know. Partly to get them out of here, partly for curiosity. He wasn't entirely sure WHAT his talents were... his powers. So far as he knew.. he didn't HAVE any. And that was not exactly in the norm for someone of his type, he didn't think. When he was younger, it had been manipulation of shadows... but that was gone now. So what did he have? Nothing, at the moment. But perhaps the others would prove a bit more useful?
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:35 am
Blackfell shrugged indifferently. "I haven't really got anything that only I can do. Uhh... I've got sticky fingers?" He added on after a moment, holding an identical copy to the metal object on the floor where Ean had thrown it.
"It was in your pocket." He said simply, his mouth crooking upwards in a small grin. "Fireball and I can both fly, I can see in the dark. Uhhm, I get a feeling when someone is nearby." That last one was a little hard to explain. Flapping his wings open, the expanse wasn't very wide. "Well, I can glide, not quite fly." He corrected himself.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 4:36 am
"Rhyme." He repeated. No, Mereneth still didn't remember. No matter how much he tried to think of a little silvery wisp that rhymed all the time, or a child for that matter. He couldn't remember that he had met Ean before.
"It's pretty obvious." Mereneth retorted. "Fire manipulation and invisibility. And flight." He nodded towards Blackfell, agreeing with him. He didn't bother to mention that he could talk to animals, that kind of information seemed that it wouldn't help them. Absent-mindedly, he patted the kitten which had crawled out of his hood and onto his shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 12:37 pm
Ean thought for a moment, and came up with an idea. He didn't LIKE the idea - but it was better than nothing. He had to find out if that strange girl actually cared if they lived or died.
"Mereneth... Blackfell - do either of you have a knife? Or can you bite? I think, before we try a bigger plan, that we ought to make sure that our welfare is actually being thought of by this woman."
He moved over toward the two of them.
"If one of you bites or stabs me, and no one shows... We'll know that the 'dying' act isn't going to work. But we have to find out first."
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 9:32 am
Blackfell hesitated for a moment at Ean's idea. Unless the weird chick had stripped his pockets clean, he should have at least a pocket knife. He usually had one or two on him, it was just a matter of which ones...
Hopping up and onto his knees, he started digging through his pockets, his fingers finally brushing across plastic and cool metal.
Pulling the pocket knife out, he showed it to Ian, flipping the finger long blade out. "Will this work? It's not incredibly sharp or anything, but it's the only one I have right now." He said, not mentioning that the bluntness was due to frequent use budging things open or cutting holes to sneak his hands in.
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