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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2015 11:28 am
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The view was all in lines Straight up and down of tall slim trees Too much alike to mark or name a place by So as to say for certain I was here Or somewhere else: I was just far from home.
She had often heard, from somewhere in the depths of that strange place, the sound of water. And although she had no real concept of baptism, she had learned undeniably that water healed. It cooled the warm whether drunk or poured (and vice versa). The water that fell from her own mouth, too, had reparative properties, knitting together fear, and she was curious if the water of that place too had any effects, and if they might be able to heal wounds that were difficult to articulate.
When she wandered, it was darker and deeper than she had been before, until she was sure she could hear the cold and clear sound of water over stone.
It was a solemn sound, and a solemn place. Parts of the woods shifted, a knot of roots becoming a tunnel to somewhere that smelled of brine, and elsewhere a hazy pot of flowers in a summer field, with the heavy buzz of bloated insects. It was here and elsewhere all at once.
When she at last reached the stream she sat on the bank, but did not dangle her feet in the water.
She took out the bag she was supposed to be selling, and took a pinch of the dust to stare at in the palm of her hand.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 1:06 pm
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Lawrence was not sure what kind of creature his golem was this time, it had not come with a label detailing its species or any other information as to what it was emulating. This had meant that on arrival in Halloween he had been forced to patiently investigate the various features of his new body for a time. It had coarse flaky skin that resembled malleable stone and strange carved curves and patterns etched into it. It was only in identifying several marked stylistic elements of ancient art that he realised what it was that he very likely inhabited.
His demeanour changed, moving with a more robotic assertiveness, a steady pace that was befitting of a gargoyle. It did not bother him that he was female, the unsubtle stylised facets of gender as inconsequential to him as all gender was.
He walked, not certain where he was going, simply moving and hoping that fate would throw something curious in his way. He was not dissapointed, Sorrow caught his attention - and though he had no memory for the monsters they dealt with, the figure seemed very familiar - and he moved closer.
"Bonjour." he said smoothly. "ça va ?" He did not miss a beat, sidling into French accented english, translating. "How are you? Lovely day, lovely veiw."
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 7:15 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 7:41 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 9:00 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 9:05 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 7:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 9:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 9:53 pm
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She had Sorrow's attention now.
"From the castle with laughing stones?" she ventured in. Him- her, them, she remembered.
"I don't know what I want, I thought like- I-I- met this stranger in a house, and I, I beat her up. I've been doing things. Not great things. I thought the world was all harmony and...and, synergy, you know, and-"
Sorrow sighed.
"And it's not, you know. It's just like, this cycle of consumption is all. Everybody needs something. What do you guys need?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 9:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 10:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 4:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 8:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 8:04 pm
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