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Post by IcefireStarfire on Aug 9, 2017 19:40:10 GMT -6
Some Wisecrack Ass
(SA 2nd Anniversary crack RP! Anniversary bonus once complete: +6 FVR) Characters:
Siglavy played by IcefireStarfire
Jemin played by JellyBlubber
S I G L A V Y... ...
He wasn't sure when he had ended up where he did, but he was definitely sure that this was nowhere he had ever been before. All around him was nothing but shifting sand, winds that sometimes howled wildly or whispered softly by his ears at every turn. Was this what the scholars had called a desert? He couldn't recall ever living long enough to see one.
Above his head, the sky was an empty black void, but that didn't make him feel any fear. The kirin simply accepted that that was how it was (as you would in any normal dream). He fancied he could hear some weird rattling sounds, almost like tree branches, but he wasn't sure. There weren't any trees anywhere in sight. Only sand, sand, and more sand. And...maybe some rock-looking formations in the distance, but he was struggling to make out many details in the strange environment. All in all, it was already beginning to be a very strange place.
He wandered around for a moment with a semi-permanent frown. He knew that something wasn't quite right--he could feel it in his guts. But he just couldn't figure out what it was.
Trekking in the hazy direction of the rock formation felt like walking through quicksand. Not that he knew what that was like, since he had never had the misfortune of falling in any. Maybe...maybe a better description would be like deep mud, or even honey. Honey seemed like a good comparison.
He had the sense that he wasn't really able to walk as fast as he was trying to, which made him feel a bit disconcerted. But it wasn't long before he found himself simply staring at a sandstone arch--he didn't know how he knew it was sandstone, either. It just simply was. The orangey rock was striped with lighter and darker streaks of varying thickness. He couldn't recall anything he'd ever learned or been told about sandstone. Weird.
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Aug 10, 2017 13:51:27 GMT -6
Jemin
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Jemin.
Satin sheets and maroon lanterns greeted Jemin behind closed eyes. The air was hazy, faint even, and thick with warmth. The mule sighed contentedly, shifting to his side.
Jemin.
Again, the murmur of his name reached his ear, tugging for attention. Irritated, he snorted indignantly and lifted his head, dragging tired eyes across the extravagant, tapestry-lined room. And there, right beside him, he was met with sunken fox eyes, shadowed beneath heavy lashes. Jemin, she said again, and it was her voice that he recognized. What do you want, he meant to say, or to shout, or to whisper - but he couldn't make a sound, not before the dark of her eyes suddenly swelled, enveloping him in an empty blackness.
The silk seemed to sink away, and where there was once solid ground there was now nothing. He tried to scramble up, but was swallowed down anyways, dropped from the fantasy and into a new one entirely. And he actually was dropped, mind you - right on his face in the sand.
Regaining some level of lopsided composure, he pushed himself to his teetering feet, sputtering, and scanned his new surroundings. He was in a desert, though not the type he was accustomed to. The rolling sand dunes and flat expanses seemed more fitting of the Sear. Only...it was several degrees cooler than the true desert, and he doubted the Sear's night sky looked like a starless, infinite void. It was eerie, really.
"Well," he finally pronounced, pausing to hear his amplified voice echo back across the sandy vastness. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for. A response, perhaps? A sign? A goddamn kirin to come popping out of thin air? Amused by this thought, he began his trek; instinctively widening his stance so not to sink.
Until he saw a glimpse of antlers over a dune, that was. Ridiculous.
"Hey!"
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WC 312
Jemin - Serora - Planter |
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Aug 10, 2017 20:05:47 GMT -6
S I G L A V Y......
Siglavy kept staring dazedly at the sandstone, marveling at the natural composition of the stupid rock. Ignacio was the fire god, he knew, so anything of the earth, even this strange, gusty void of a desert, must be Kaia's. He had to give her credit for her earth, for the way it came up with such things like this rock here...
"Well...," something said in the distance, though rather loud and unrestrictedly close by at the same time. Hmm, that was really weird. He felt drunk. Maybe he was.
"Hey!"
No...no, he wasn't.
The kirin turned slowly, squinting, feeling like his legs were rooted in the ground. The sight he saw was so unusual that he felt a sudden burst of clarity, and with it, the world became much more fluid (for he had never seen a mule quite this plain, and he was absolutely shocked).
"What?" he grumped irritably at the dirty-looking creature who approached him out of the haze. This must be a dream, he thought to himself, or maybe he said it--he wasn't entirely sure, but he hoped he hadn't actually said it. No way my neighbor's new son looks this...this...
Either way, the first step to lucid dreaming was to recognize inconsistencies in the scene enough to know that one was even dreaming in the first place. And now that he knew he was dreaming, he should be able to...he could control the dream.
So he tried...
...and failed...
...and became very, very confused.
"Holy...holy sisters of Ignacio," he muttered with an exasperated eye roll, even though the words came out as loud as if he had shouted. Not at all unlike the first voice he'd heard, which must belong to this scruffy mule. There was no one else here. Was there? He hoped not.
He tried rubbing his eyes with a bit of condensed orange teke. Maybe...maybe there was just sand in his eye. Or something. But no, his eyes were not the problem.
Siglavy tried looking away and looking back. He tried turning a full circle, looking over his back, closing his eyes and counting to ten and opening them again only to find the mule still there. Nothing he did would make the mule go away, nor did mustering all the willpower he had to simply imagine a new scene. Valore, Valore, I'm shopping in Valore with Nothing.
What kind of lucidity was this if it was going to be this useless?!
Maybe...the mule was a devil horse. Certainly, lore had nothing stating as such...the world was made by Cascade, Alya, Kaia, Argus, and Ignacio...but mortals could be missing something.
He squared up boldly to the mule and stared him in the face with narrowed eyes. "Are you some kind of evil god?" he asked.
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Aug 14, 2017 5:44:39 GMT -6
Jemin
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A Kirin. Of course.
Rounding the dune's peak, the creature came into focus - navy scales, glinting in the dull light of the void, and a head crowned by sprawling racks. Preoccupied by a sandstone arch, it turned slowly at the sound of Jemin's shout, brows furrowed and mouth set into a frown. It sized him up, almost as if he was the odd one here.
Splaying his fore hooves and lowering his hindquarters, Jemin expertly slid down the slope, prompting a small sand cloud as he skidded to a halt. The kirin, meanwhile, was busily working through a series of gestures and gawks, stealing expectant glances at the mule between each twirl and blink. Jemin merely met his eyes with a hopeless shrug, conveying a similar level of cluelessness. And then it spoke.
Now this one, this one was a riot.
"...Evil god? Hah - that's a new one." With a coarse snort of laughter, he studied the kirin's stony face - searching for any crease, any chink in the rock, that may give away this joke. The kirin's face was as dead serious as a carcass.
His newfound companion squared up, and Jemin, with all the instinct of someone who's unwittingly been the loser of far too many disputes, took a step back. A strained smile graced his lips. "Not an evil god, per say. Though I suppose it depends on who you ask."
"And what are you? Protector of the, ah...the Sandstone?"
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WC 243
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Aug 16, 2017 23:23:23 GMT -6
S I G L A V Y......
Siglavy wasn't sure what to make of the mule. The skinny creature seemed a bit strained to be facing him, but he didn't like the way it spoke. There was a slightly unfamiliar accent to his tone, and that made the kirin wary. Never before had he encountered someone with an inflection like this...or at least, he didn't remember ever hearing this type of tone difference before, no matter how slight it was.
"Not an evil god, per say. Though I suppose it depends on who you ask. And what are you, then? Protector of the, ah...the Sandstone?" the scruffy mule asked.
Siglavy eyed the rock formation sideways. Sandstone. The confirmation bounced around in his head a bit. He flicked an ear back and forth as the wind whistled eerily about the sandstone arch.
He returned his gaze back to the mule, and decided from its nervous aura that he probably wasn't anything dangerous. He slowly drew himself up to his full height, standing just a little bit taller than the mule.
"I am no Protector of the Sandstone," he stated stiffly. "I am Siglavy. If you are no evil god or what-have-you, then may I ask who you are?"
This better have a logical answer, he thought privately.
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Aug 18, 2017 3:52:39 GMT -6
Jemin
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The kirin did not advance further, instead drawing back his shoulders to tower over the scarcely smaller equine - now a looming figure, foreboding and ancient. Pinned beneath the heavy weight of those disdainful eyes, Jemin was forced to tilt back his chin in order to keep their gazes even.
His tired brown against cold hard blue.
And, as he stood there, face-to-face with Ignacio's frilly creation - or Siglavy, as the thing called itself - he distantly acknowledged the fact that this situation was truly odd. But never mind that. Who was he to question the whys and whats of a fantasy?
"The name's Jemin," he introduced himself in return, dropping one knee in a feigned bow. "From Sedo. Not a god, merely a humble farmer." With that said, he returned to his feet and circled Siglavy (taking noticeable care to keep away from the pointed antlers), before coming to a halt by the stone arch. His eyes cut upwards, studying the chiseled stone. Though not one for appreciation, he could certainly find something to admire in the process of wind carving earthen rock and clay, molding the immovable landscape as though it were a toy.
"And what about you, then - where do you come from? Ignacio's scrapbook?" He spoke crudely, turning back to the kirin.
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WC 214
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Aug 22, 2017 23:55:10 GMT -6
S I G L A V Y......
At first, he admittedly (and slightly embarrassingly) felt a brief flash of triumph when the mule kneeled, gently putting a dent in the sand. He failed to notice that although the wind still blew irregularly, the sand itself had stopped being picked up by the endless weathering.
The mule introduced himself as Jemin. The name actually sounded fairly good to Siglavy if he was going to be honest with himself. It was different, short, easy to say, and quite unique, he thought. Versus his own name, which he had a faint memory of being named after someone or something, but couldn't quite remember what it was. Of course, none of that really mattered in the current situation.
"Jemin," he tried aloud, testing the letters. Je-min.
He listened with a paltry amount of attention as the mule claimed to be from a place called Sedo, which he couldn't remember ever actually hearing of, and insisted he was not a god--though the kirin thought this Jemin guy wouldn't object to it if he were one though. If it wasn't such a blasphemous idea, Siglavy certainly wouldn't mind it one bit if he could be like Ignacio either.
The ground seemed to shiver slightly underfoot as if Kaia herself was impatiently tapping a hoof. As soon as it had started, it was gone in an instant. Was Kaia warning him? He banished the thought. He must've imagined it--no way Kaia would pay him any mind. He only answered to Ignacio.
The mule straightened out and warily went around him, giving his antlers a wide berth, he noticed with a small tinge of satisfaction. He fears me, he concluded, keeping an eye on the other equine as Jemin paused to look at the stone arch. If he was going to attack me, surely he would have already done it. He took this as a sign that the other wouldn't be too difficult, so temporarily relaxed his stance to turn as well, only to be suddenly met with:
"And what about you, then - where do you come from? Ignacio's scrapbook?"
"Excuse me?!" he snapped suddenly, pinning his ears back. "I am much more than a mere scrap of a picture torn from some fanciful tapestry Cascade spun for her perfect world. I am real." He made sure to put a lot of emphasis on the last word. Real. Siglavy snorted and pawed the ground for some extra flair. Gods, that was probably so unnecessary. But who was going to stop him?
"You have some gall," he conceded, struggling to keep his temper in check, but he was swiftly failing. "Valore is at its height right now, you impudent creature, and we could swiftly crush you and your herd for this infraction," he warned, baring his teeth. "Would you then consider yourself as mere ashes from Argus's study candles? Or the sand beneath Alya's hooves? I think not, mule--"
The ground shook. It would have been almost, almost comical--if it weren't for the massive ear-grating slide of the sandstone arch in front of them. For a smooth, soft rock partially rooted in sand scraped from its lost brethren, it sure made a lot of noise.
Siglavy spread his cloven hooves a bit to keep his balance, though the sand caused him to sink in up to his shins as a huge scaly serpent pulled its head from the ground in an explosion of sand, hood flaring, eyes suddenly glowing like blinding twin suns amidst a cloud of fine dust...
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