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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 23. October 2012, 22:00 (1,538 Views) | |
| Renard | Sunday, 28. October 2012, 23:59 Post #21 |
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"Let me think. So basically, you ended up here in this house not exactly knowing how or why with the evil witch basically smashed, just you didn't bring a house with you and now you are basically looking for a way out ?" Perhaps Giorgia knew that one, although James had to twist it a bit to fit the current situation, but then, that was what they called artistic freedom nowadays, right ? He thought about how to continue best... "The only problem is there is no easy way out of this world, so simply following the yellow brick road or getting the magical shoes alone won't do the trick. Also, the evil witch's goons are a numerous lot and they are much harder to recognize. And not everything is all good between those who follow the wizard and the good witch. I hop you see the problem ? This place is a mess and not as straightforward as you might think." |
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| TheJersy | Monday, 29. October 2012, 01:22 Post #22 |
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"That's a strange way of putting it, but yes, quite so..." She then listens for the rest of what James has to say, and then adds: "Ah, but I do know the fairy-tale you speak of... But from what you're saying, this one is not like that one at all... I was hoping it wouldn't be, but since it is, it just proves how much I need you. For all I know, all the roads here might be made of yellow bricks and lead to all sorts of danger, and the road you actually have to follow isn't on the ground at all, but in your head and made of words instead, and if you weren't here to tell me, then how would I be supposed to go the right way? I might take no more than three steps out of your castle, and already do something that all the others know not to do, because they all know this fairy-tale, and know that if you do that sort of things, that a monster, bandits, wolf, or whatever else will kill you, carry away, turn to stone, and I don't know what else, and I most certainly wouldn't want that. For all I know, even you might be some deceitful trickster, who sends gullible people in the wrong direction, and then laughs as they meet their doom..." She stops, as if suddenly realizing what she is saying. Not because she might end up offending him, but because what she was saying might very well be true. But then she decides to finish her sentence after all: "...but right now, I simply have no-one else to ask for help. So whatever advice you'll give me, I will accept. Even if it's something I have to learn by heart, even if it were to take a million years, I don't care, as long as it will help me to stay on the right path... Or at least avoid the wrong ones." |
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| Renard | Monday, 29. October 2012, 03:01 Post #23 |
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"Oh there are some similarities, they are just not very obvious and need a keen mind to find them. In this world, not everything that is true is also obvious and not everything that is obvious is also true. And often, there is more than meets the eye." Well, the deceitful part was debatable, but Giorgia's 'Trickster' term wasn't that far off, if Henderson was honest. At least it was a more benevolent wording for his kind of occupation. He chuckled, obviously amused. "You know, Trickster isn't that far off the truth, but most people say as long as one doesn't get out of his way to cross me, I'm a rather benevolent and decent person. Although you might say I'm a bit biased here, I think I should not be your gravest concern. The world out there should be. If I wanted you to meet your doom, as you have put it most charmingly, it would have been sufficient just to watch Miss Bonaparte, well, murder you to death, if you will. I decided against that, so the fact that you are here could be considered proof that I have no malicious intent towards you at this point. This is not much, but it is a point to start from, I would say." Saying this, he rose from his chair, grabbed his cane and left his place behind the desk. "You see, there are lots of things out there, that are quite similar and yet strangely different from us, but most important, you are now part of a society with strict rules. Rules that are enforced vigorously and with no concern for things like human rights or individual freedom. These concepts have been abandoned here a long time ago. I will not show you which ways you can go and which are too dangerous, these things are too individual after all, and a yellow brick road that leads me to my target might be a literal death-trap to you and vice versa." Henderson's figure became blurry and diffuse before getting clearer again. But it was easy to see that he looked completely different now. He was smaller and his clothes resembled... her own ? Giorgia had the feeling she was looking into a mirror, except she knew she was not. The cane her twin was leaning on disturbed the image and after giving her a small wink, her alter ego blurred back into Henderson again. He would have kept the form a bit longer, but he doidn't want to creep her out more than necessary and also wasn't sure whether he could nail her voice on the first attempt. Most certainly not, he wasn't exactly a novice in this but also no ace and producing some voice different from his own was a lot easier than mimicking someone without proper preparation. "What I can offer you, however, is some help to help yourself. Teaching you a few tricks of the trade so you can find your own yellow roads through the countryside and pick up some trustworthy companions along the way. As the one sheltering you, I am morally obliged to anyway, because taking you in makes me directly responsible for your actions and behaviour in our society, but I would have done so either way. Call it old-fashioned courtesy towards a damsel in distress, if you like. Therefore, I will enlighten you about our laws, traditions and customs in the coming days and weeks." |
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| TheJersy | Monday, 29. October 2012, 10:38 Post #24 |
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At several moments of your speech, a shiver runs down her spine, but she keeps listening to you very carefully. Her eyes widen and her jaw drops when she sees you change your form, but then she smiles and nods. "A trickster indeed, for the dance of faces is oftentimes found to be their trait." Then she let's you continue, and when you're finished, she says: "So far, I think I understand a bit... Everyone must find their own road, but they must remember not to step on the grass of many forms, because there will be no signs to remind them, and if they do, then the flowers themselves would grab their legs, sprout thorns, and drag them underground, where they would rot forever. Also one's Tin Man, Scarecrow, Lion and Munchkin most likely are someone else's flying monkeys, and on the first sight, you can't tell if the Wizard of Oz isn't actually the Wicked Witch of the West herself." She briefly looks up, as if storing that carefully in her memory, than she nods again. "Very well, I think I am ready to learn about the many forms of the grass I mustn't step onto. But tell me, Sir James, would you happen to have anything to eat? It must have been ages since I last had a bite of... well, anything." |
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| Renard | Wednesday, 31. October 2012, 13:37 Post #25 |
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"Well, if Im not greatly mistaken on this, you have what it takes to learn it as well. But more to that later on." Obfuscate was, after all, the only discipline that was in the blood of both of them. He had heard about the other ones, but basing someone's instructions on hearsay was, well, not what he usually did. She woud have to develop the others on her own, so it would be better to prepare his household for this. As for the food, this could work well for his plans, although he was not sure to what degree. But then, there was an easy way to find out. "Of course, a second please." He picked up the phone and dialed a short number. "Mr Rogers, what is on the menue today ? Would you be so kind to deliver some of it to our guests room ? And it would be very lovely if you could prepare something out of my shelf for special occasions. Yes, as always. Thank you very much, Mr Rogers." Henderson resumed his position. "Things are getting prepared, it might take a minute or two, as I don't usually permit food in my study. Therefore, I think we should change rooms. what do you think ?" He led the way, down the path she had used for come to the study. Through the corridors, passing the hall with the paintings again. Now that she knew what Henderson looked like, it seemed that most of the persons pictured bore at least some resemblence to him, a few of them even could be him. Henderson stopped before they left the hall. "One thing is paramount to know. THings out there might seem exactly the same as they were before you came here, but they are not. Therefore, you should try to avoid the things and persons you think you know from the past for some time. Time is also quite different here, but I will come to that later on. What have you heard about vampires so far, Miss Mothielli ?" |
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| TheJersy | Wednesday, 31. October 2012, 17:16 Post #26 |
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She observes James in revered silence as he makes arrangements for the dinner. She seems to be slightly impressed with what she undoubtedly percieves as his aristocratic authority of a well refined gentleman. Remaining silent, she then follows him out of the room, only whispering to herself once, when entering the hall of paintings again. "Hall of faces passed..." Then, when they stop and James speaks again, she looks bewildered for a moment, then replies: "Well, stories, mostly. Adult stories. Dark and scary ones too. Oftentimes they would be old monsters looking like people, sleeping in coffins, drinking blood, and fearing the symbol of torment. Someone else would tell you they were cursed men and women, who now hide in the shadow, hunting those they lived with before, with the strangely attractive grace and ferocity of a feline beast. And yet another storyteller would describe them as pitiful undying existences, who are forced to see their loved ones die around them as time passes, denied the warmth of the sun and pleasures they once enjoyed, remembering what it was to be human but breaking that memory with every drop of blood they would drink from those around them. There also was one vampire who wasn't scary at all. He was kind of fluffy and liked numbers..." ...she giggles a bit... "But I think everyone knew that he wasn't a real vampire. Vampires are sort of monsters after all, and everyone knows that the real monsters are scary, and not funny at all... Sir James, why would you bring up such a grim topic?" |
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| Renard | Wednesday, 31. October 2012, 19:21 Post #27 |
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He conzinued to wander throuigh the corridors until they arrived at a door. It looked similar to the one of the room she had woken up in, but judging from the path they had taken through the house it was likely a different room. But then, all doors in the corridor looked the same, so it was hard to tell. "Let us just say that all those stories have to come from somewhere, so they might have a true core, folklore nonwithstanding. But as for your question, let us engage in a little thought experiment. Purely hypothetical, of course. Let us pretend for a moment the lady you so fittingly referred to as 'evil fairy' was indeed a dark fairy, not unlike what would nowadays simply be called a vampire for the lack of a better term. You have been preyed on, don't recall the last about six months and aren't dead. What would you think would this make you, then ?" He opened the door. The room was almost identical to the room she had occupied first, apart from some boxes in one of the corners and some pieces of furniture that were standing in another corner. "I assumed the liberty to relocate what I deemed your possessions. After all, nothing is better than having one's own belongings, not depending on someone to supply everything, correct ?" |
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| TheJersy | Wednesday, 31. October 2012, 20:20 Post #28 |
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"Well, that would depend on the story the dark fairy came from. In the old stories, it was quite simple, actually. They bite you, and you become just like them. There were other things too, but that always seemed the most important thing. Like it was the worst thing to be afraid of. But in the newer stories, any number of things could happen, because these stories were made by people who must have done a lot of thinking about it. Like that everyone would be a vampire, if just a simple bite was enough to turn them into one. And they also thought about things like how much blood can a person lose before they die, and that vampires don't have to drink all of it in one go. Really a lot of smart stuff." She pauses for a second to take a breath, then continues: "So... If she was a dark fairy, and she bit me, and I'm not dead, then in the old story it would make me a dark fairy too... A scary mistress of the night and a bloodthirsty demon..." She ends the sentence in quite a theatric way, with evil scowl on her face and holding her fingers in a claw-like shape. Then she giggles a bit and continues: "But in the new story... Well, I guess that I would have lost an awful lot of blood. So much that I would become really sick, almost dead, really, but then I would get better." She smiles and goes to the boxes in the corner, assuming that's where what you claim to be her possesions, randomly opening few of them and letting her fingers slide on the surface of some of those things inside, with a distant look on her face. "I have to say, I don't feel dark or bloodthirsty in the slightest. Lucky for us, isn't it?" She says, not commenting on whatever the boxes contain. |
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| Renard | Friday, 2. November 2012, 20:05 Post #29 |
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It was interesting to see how fast the whelp was willing to disregard the 'not that good' ending. Well, also a method of this vampire romanticism that was so common today, wasn't it ? In the end, it was not that important. It would make the wake-up call a little more unpleasant, but seeing how unpleasant it would be either way, that was not much of an issue. But then, it could be much worse... After a short while, Henderson's valet reappeared and put a plate of what kind of appeared to be a soup of sorts onto the table, together with the appropriate cutlery, some bread and a bottle resembling a wine bottle, albeit with nothing detailing what it was in a special box that was designed to keep it temperated. She also added two glasses and, after a nod of her employer, disappeared again. "Now, I think you would be quite hungry, wouldn't you ? Feel free to help yourself, Miss Mothielli !" He then sat down and waited for what was about to commence. |
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| TheJersy | Friday, 2. November 2012, 21:23 Post #30 |
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When the valet arrives with the food, Giorgia happily assumes one place at the table and waits until her portion of the meal is served. Then she says: "Sir James, I really am quite hungry, so forgive me if I fail to uphold the proper table manners..." She then picks up her spoon and starts stirring up the soup slowly, almost as if struggling with herself. Suddenly, she just lets go of her mental restraints - She grabs the bread, pinches off chunks of it, drops them into the soup, and then proceeds to gobble it all up. >>GIORGIA used MERIT: EAT FOOD... It's super effective! After swallowing several gluttonous mouthfuls, she slows down a bit. She sips some more soup from her spoon and rolls it around in her mouth, finally taking time to actually taste what she is eating. As if she doubtful of her own sense of taste, she sips some more, carefully examining the taste again. "How strange, sir James. It doesn't taste quite like anything I remember... I don't seem to recognize any particular ingredients or spices in there... Not even salt. Oh, but perhaps I'm just not really used to the local cuisine... It still feels good to have a full stomach... And it's also nice how it warms you up from the inside..." In pauses between her sentences, she finishes the rest of her soup and uses the last remaining piece of bread to soak in any remaining drops on her plate, and swallows it too. She leans back in her chair and stretches her arms, but then as if a tiny cloud just crossed her mind. She says: "There still seems to be something missing, though... Something with rich and full taste. A dessert or apperitive of sorts, perhaps...? Oh, no, please forget what I just said... First I allow myself to eat like a pig in the presence of such a gentleman, and now I even dare to ask for treats... How rude of me..." |
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| Renard | Sunday, 4. November 2012, 17:05 Post #31 |
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How strange indeed... Normally, the soup should be all over the room by now, but obviously, it was not. If this continued, he would run out of subtle methods and would have to resort to... other designs. Some people actually preferred the blunt approach, and when confronted with this case, he could see why. Well, so be it. Reflexes were reflexes and they would work no matter what, all the more when someone was too agitated to suppress them. The drama unleashed would be great and was probably unprecedented in these halls, but the evidence would be impossible to ignore and that was all that counted. "You don't feel dark or bloodthirsty yet. A small difference, but an important one. It is fact that your 'getting better' part is there, but you are still not as well as before. The inability to completely take in the flavour of the soup is a trace for itself, isn't it ? I could present you with other, undeniable, proof but the procedure could be somewhat uncomfortable at first. As you are the person most affected by it, I'd leave the choice to you." |
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| TheJersy | Sunday, 4. November 2012, 19:47 Post #32 |
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She looks at him perplexed for a second, but then giggles and says. "Oh, sir James, you can't fool me that easily. Didn't you say yourself that all the talk about dark fairies was purely hypothetical? I do admit I don't feel quite like my usual self, but wouldn't anyone who would take a wrong turn while returning from a short vacation in the underworld, and wake up in a completely unfamiliar world, feel the same way? And just me waking up already doesn't neccessarily mean I'm completely alright. After all that stress my poor body probably went through, some residual damage here and there should be counted amongst expectations, rather than surprises... And for you to just go and try to make a vampiric prank from it... You must like those scary vampire stories a lot. But I do have to say, you must be incredibly good at poker. To suggest such an obvious nonsense with such a straight face... You almost had me there, for a moment." She giggles once more. Almost everything about her would suggest that she really believes what she is saying, yet some subtle signs in her behavior seem to point out a small hairline fracture in her care-free facade - that excessive racionalisation being one of them. It would probably come as no surprise if that tendency to immediately disregard any inconvenient facts was backed up by more than simply being in the first, "Denial" stage of coping with unexpected situations. If, for example, her malkavian heritage somehow got involved... "But now, if you don't mind, I would really really like to use a bathroom... And shower right afterwards. Or perhaps even bath? A bath would be nice, even though my fingers get all wrinkly every time I take one. Everytime, I would go all crazy with foam and soap and shampoo... I'd really like to feel fresh and clean again, before you get to teaching me the rules of that society you spoke of earlier." |
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| Renard | Sunday, 4. November 2012, 20:43 Post #33 |
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Or at least that was was Giorgia thought. Luckily for her, the Nosferatu wasn't much into games and the situation also didn't warrant it. "The female bathroom would be the first door on the right if you follow the corridor. You should find everything there, if the room is lacking in any regard, don't hesitate to notify my valets to fix the issue. I suggest we meet in my study once you have finished your preparations, I think you should be able to find the way now. And don't feel obliged to hurry, there is plenty of time." After that, he stood up and left. |
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| TheJersy | Sunday, 4. November 2012, 23:15 Post #34 |
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"Okay. Thank you for this wonderful dinner, sir James, see you in the study, then." Before she leaves, she rummages a bit through the smaller boxes, until finally taking out what appears to be her cosmetics bag and also a toothbrush - one of those fancy electrified things. She then follows his directions to the bathroom, and although a bit unsure just like anyone who doesn't really know where they are going, finds it without much trouble. Her first concern seems to be the toilet bowl. She approaches it, kneels before it and for a moment, holds two extended fingers in front of her face. "Okay Giorgia, you know what you have to do... you just..." ...shove those fingers down your throat, or I'm gonna do it for you. Eating pizza right in the middle of the fucking show season? Are you fucking nuts? I swear to god, if you so much as gain one fucking pound of fat on that ass of yours, I'm gonna kick you out on the streets. Now be a good girl and do it, we need you to stay thin and pretty... "Okay Giorgia, you know what you have to do... you just put your fingers down your mouth like so, because you really ate too much this time..." Several unlpleasant sounds later, she stands up, flushes the toilet and as she walks towards the sink, she says to herself: "And now I just need to wash my mouth quickly. I wouldn't want those teeth of mine to melt away, would I?" Then, with her mouth flushed with listerine and teeth properly brushed, she starts filling herself a bathtub with hot water, and adds something from the local selection of bathing salts, foams and oils. A bit from everything, to feel really fancy. As the water slowly flows into the tub, she takes her clothes of, and takes that opportunity to inspect her body in the mirror. "Oh my, I really am quite a mess. And it really shows that I missed this year's tanning season. Hmm... Well, at least my lovely shape still retained it's lovely shapeness, so that's goo...Uh? Now here's another little something I don't remember..." What seems to have attracted her attention is a set of skin defects, located high up on her left thigh. A person versed in anatomy would probably note how they seem to be in the exact same location where you would palpate a femoral artery. Giorgia however just shrugs her shoulders, loosens her hair, and slips into the bathtub that filled itself in the meantime. What's a little something that might as well be a birthmark, compared to waking up in a foreign world? ... Some time later, the door to female bathroom finally opens. Clouds of steam pour out into the corridor, and reveal Giorgia, all washed, dried, combed and everything else-ed up. Finally satisfied with her hygienic and cosmetic preparation, she heads back into the study. Whew... I took so long he might be concerned I attempted suicide by dissolving in bathwater... Or he might be devising some other intricate prank... Whichever the case, I'd better hurry... She thinks to herself on the way. After taking a wrong turn only once, she finds herself in front of Sir James's study again. She knocks twice and enters... |
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| Renard | Friday, 9. November 2012, 19:10 Post #35 |
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"Come in !" As she enters the room, she notices some changes have been made, mostly minor ones, but the fact that the desk is now completely free of any form of paperwork meets the eye almost immediately. Instead a big boxy shape is visible, although it is hidden from sight by a piece of cloth. There is also a knife in the penholder, thin and slim, but it looked very sharp. Sir James stood behind his desk. "Ah, your endeavour was successful, I hope ? Please have a seat. We'll begin as soon as I have anything in order, so if you could spare a minute's patience, I would be quite grateful." He set down the item he had been polishing, it looked like a small mirror and there were several other items in a box at his feet. After a while, he continued. "Good, we are set, I think. So, how do you feel ? May I offer you something ?" |
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| TheJersy | Friday, 9. November 2012, 20:31 Post #36 |
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She curiously looks around, as if cataloguing the changes in the room. When asked, she sits down and waits patiently until James finishes doing whatever it is he still has to do. When he speaks again, she replies: "I feel much better now. Since I'm not hungry and dirty anymore, that's two concerns out of three gone. I can only imagine how great it's going to be when the third concern is cleared as well, although that one will probably take much more effort... And since that last concern of mine is getting to know more about this world, then the only thing I'd wish you to offer me now is the guidance you promised me." |
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| Renard | Friday, 9. November 2012, 21:17 Post #37 |
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"Most excellent. Now, depending on how things evolve we may need to employ some or all of the objects I brought, perhaps we manage completely without. Now, as for the most important thing first, you may look and feel human at the moment, but this will be gradually subject to change over the course of the next days and weeks. Not that there will be a complete change of things, but there are some minor details that will make it more apparent. For now, although weakened, you will find everything as usual, but you will soon notice that habitual reflexes like having to use facilities or simple things like breathing and blinking require a conscious effort to work as opposed to working normally as before. I wold also recommend you to have an eye out for things like heartbeat, pulse or body temperature. You are also not susceptible to some previous ailments like sickness or extreme tempreatures in the way you are used to." He put a small Petri dish in front of Giorgia, adding the knife shortly afterwards. Then he offered her a big candle and a pack of matches. "If you would be so kind to light this candle for me ? It will become important later on." |
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| TheJersy | Friday, 9. November 2012, 23:31 Post #38 |
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She listens to him with a mildly confused look on her face, nodding her head every now and then in a fashion similar to that of a patient listening to a doctor explaining the details of a recovery process in nothing but semi-comprehensible medical terms. At the very least, she seems to gather as much as the fact that her condition is supposed to undergo some further developments. Being presented with the candle and the matches increases her confusion increases a bit, but the request is simple enough, so she just follows his instructions. "Another one of your tests, Sir James? Okay, here I go... Huh, weird. I could have sworn I was looking for matches before, no idea why, though..." ...she mumbles as she picks up the items. First, she places the candle upright on a convenient spot within her reach, and then grabs the matches. She takes one out, puts it's head on the striker and flicks her wrist. *crack* The match breaks. Well, sometimes that just happens, but it seemed that the strenght of the striking motion wasn't exaggerated by lack of practice only. It seems even more obvious when even the following match breaks when Giorgia attempts to light it. All seems good until the last moment, but then her hand twitches seemingly on it's own accord, breaking the match in two pieces. "How clumsy of me, tee-hee... But don't worry, I think I'm getting the hang of it." She takes out another match and rearranges her fingers for a little different striking motion. She concentrates and finally strikes the match on the striker flawlessly. The match bursts into a flame. At that very moment, Giorgia stiffens up as if struck by an instant petrification spell, suddenly increasing the grip on the match in her fingers, breaking it again. Right after that, she lets out a shriek, jumps on her chair and drops the match on the ground. Seeing what happened, she quickly stands up and stomps the match multiple times to put it out, and then few times more just to be sure, breathing heavily and obviously agitated, but once she confirms that the match was totally anihillated, she calms down a bit. "That was sooo close... I'm really sorry, Sir James... I was too careless, burned myself a little, and almost set your study ablaze... But don't worry, I'll be super careful this time." As she picks up another match, it's clearly visible that there is no burn on her fingers whatsoever. If the flame so much as touched her vampiric skin, it would definitely leave a distinctive mark, but that doesn't seem to be the case here. As Giorgia lights the next match, she stiffens up a bit again, but this time manages to stay in the control of the situation somewhat, carefully bringing the match to the candlewick and lighting it up as well. With a look of satisfaction on her face, she extinghuishes the match by a gentle blow from her mouth, and puts it in the ashtray or trashbin, whichever is closer, along with the broken match from the floor. "Whew. Okay, now what?" |
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| Renard | Saturday, 17. November 2012, 18:25 Post #39 |
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"So, I think you have used matches before, haven't you ? Think about that for a moment, if you like. In how far was it different this time ? You might have noticed that your reaction was unusual, your respect, or better fear of fire greater and that the little burn you acquired hurts more than it should, given the short contact. This is the first important thing for you to memorize. Any bigger amount of fire is your bucket of water now. The more it is, the worse matters become and the quicker you are gone for good. Luckily, or not qite as luckily, depending on the situation you are in, your mind has already adapted to this, although not consciously. Therefore, you will find that you acquired a new reflex, urging you to flee from the flame. The bigger the flame is, the stronger this urge will become. Sometimes it will be wise to follow it, at other times, it might prove harmful for your endeavours or even yourself. However, as most of the time, deciding which applies when will be your task." Normally, he could have comtinued straight with the beast as a whole, but those less 'hands on' or even philosophical matters were secondary to the things that were needed for direct survival, so the former would have to wait a bit. "For this matter, you should see the sun as what is is, namely the biggest fireball in this solar system. In this function, it will burn you to ashes in less than fifteen seconds, unless you had a really good sunblocker. Even then, you would be driven into the shadows at an instant, perhaps even driven mad by the sheer amount of fear you'd experience for the rest of your short life. As far as I know, however, none of us has ever seen the sun, unless he wished to kill himself. But this is no matter of worry at the moment, for you will find that you will be nable to sleep at night as well as unable to stay awake at the day." He stated that in an almost casual matter-of-fact tone. Giorgia didn't have to know about the other instances. The less she knew of the exceptions, the less she would be inclined to test them out. Although he was in no position to hinder her, should she be hell-bent on trying. But he trusted the fact that she would recognise some of the basic things sooner or later, therefore being able to take the possibility that he was not lying into account. "Do you have any questions regarding this, Miss Motielli ? If so, feel free to ask, as knowledge about these matters is paramount to your well-being. As for the candle, just put it on my desk." Edited by Renard, Saturday, 17. November 2012, 18:26.
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| TheJersy | Saturday, 17. November 2012, 19:05 Post #40 |
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A Fierce Creature of the Night! *RawR!*
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Giorgia listens carefully, watching carefully the flame of the candle, as she learns of the danger it represents. Then she says: "Okay, I think that I get it, somehow... The local gods of sun and fire don't like me... Most likely because I'm from somewhere else. Perhaps they see me as an intruder in their domain? Who knows... But now it actually makes sense, why I freaked out so much. I must have felt the anger of the fire-god, who got upset because I disturbed him. Even now I feel as if that small flame was genuinely threatening me, somehow, warning me not to provoke it, not to invoke the wrath of gods..." She bites her lip a little - perhaps regretting now the stomping she gave to the match that fell out of her fingers before. After a brief pause, she continues: "I will do my best to hide from these gods then... It would be nice if I could convince them that I'm not their enemy, but from what you are saying, it seems that they are quite the stubborn bunch. Gods do tend to be like that... Are there any other gods I need to be wary of? Or perhaps any gods I can turn to for help?" |
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