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Sept 17, 2005 21:04:21 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 17, 2005 21:04:21 GMT -5
Puck smiles and starts weaving the cords into the "wings", eyeing the sheets off to the side. Hm... that might work too.
He begins to recite a poem he knew all too well, both showing what he is, testing her knowledge, and checking something.
"I've no home, No warm place to call kip. I've no family, No birthright nor kin. I am I, nothing more."
It was also, he realized, an answer to her question.
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Sept 17, 2005 21:11:30 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 17, 2005 21:11:30 GMT -5
The girl chuckles softly and looks away. She eyes the other apples.
"One of those. Yeah, okay."
Down in the building below them, very faintly, Puck can hear footsteps coming up a staircase. Presumably the stairs leading to the hatch to the roof that they are sitting not far away from. The footsteps do not sound very happy. Fey does not seem to notice.
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Sept 17, 2005 21:14:27 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 17, 2005 21:14:27 GMT -5
"Yep, one of those! By the way, one of your friends is heading up the stairs on the wrong building, so if you want to avoid them, I'd suggest doing so now. Oh, you can borrow the butterfly wings I made for you to fly away!"
Puck proudly presents the wings, made from cord and a nightgown.
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Sept 17, 2005 21:17:16 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 17, 2005 21:17:16 GMT -5
Fey jumps up and listens, then she casts a doubtful look on the wings.
"Yeah... Thanks."
She takes them and glances at the hatch. She walks to the edge of the building and looks down with a bit of a troubled look, looks at the wings in her hands, looks back down the building.
"Uh..."
She turns to Puck.
"... yeah."
Someone can be heard unlocking the hatch. There must be a significant number of bolts there.
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Sept 18, 2005 12:27:53 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 18, 2005 12:27:53 GMT -5
Puck gives an open mouthed smile and nods his head enthusiastically. He wondered if those wings would work at all... he was curious to see. Nevermind the people breaking open the door. He could escape them if need be.
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Sept 18, 2005 13:05:20 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 18, 2005 13:05:20 GMT -5
Fey raises an eyebrow and pokes the wings. She gives the abyss another doubtful look.
In the meantime, the hatch opens, and a skeletally thin woman with a hideous pinned-up hairdo, a sharp nose, and a faded dress type bedsheet, climbs unto the roof. Her lips, already pressed tightly together, tighten even further, and her eyes shine with indignation.
"MY LAUNDRY! THIEVES! MURDERERS!"
Her voice is shrill and cuts through the fog like the shriek of fighting cats. Fey winces and gives Puck an expectant look. The woman produces a broom, with which she starts swinging around menacingly.
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Sept 18, 2005 13:21:27 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 18, 2005 13:21:27 GMT -5
Puck raises an eyebrow.
"Well, I guess I can see the thieves part, but murderers? Wow, didn't know nightgowns had lives. Silly things. Ah well, seeing as you are unhappy, we'll be leaving. Terrible manners, not treating guests like guests at all."
Puck puts his arm around the girl's waist and whispers.
"Ready? Going to jump, then we can fly! Yeah, you look ready. FLY!"
Then he jumps towards one of the other buildings, grabbing up the wings and holding it above them.
[Jump: 17+40 = 57]
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Sept 18, 2005 13:53:53 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 18, 2005 13:53:53 GMT -5
The woman is about to charge with her broom when Puck grabs the girl. Fey just sort of blinks and looks at Puck in confusion when he jumps. She goes "eeep?" when he lifts off, and clutches on to him. They soar through the fog, with the woman's angry shrieks quickly fading. The wings, oddly enough, do nothing.
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Sept 19, 2005 16:50:31 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 19, 2005 16:50:31 GMT -5
Puck grins and laughs, wondering idly if he should try to use the wings to change his direction any. Realizing that changing direction would bring them several stories down, he decided against it.
Unlike her, he did not say eep. His whole point of view could easily be divined by what was said:
"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
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Sept 19, 2005 17:00:12 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 19, 2005 17:00:12 GMT -5
They eventually land on a narrow ledge of a neighbouring building. Fog is everywhere. They can not see far beyond the tip of their noses, but nonetheless Fey manages to slam her fist on Puck's chest.
"You freaking idiot! Are you trying to get me killed or is it just a bonus?"
She pants and puts her hand on her own chest.
"Sheesh."
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Sept 19, 2005 17:35:04 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 19, 2005 17:35:04 GMT -5
Puck ignores the girl beating on his chest and examines the wings, running a hand across his chin thoughtfully.
"Hm, bonus I think. These things either need to be thicker or thinner. Of course, if they didn't have holes in them they might be a little more useful..."
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Sept 19, 2005 17:39:58 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 19, 2005 17:39:58 GMT -5
Fey's eyes flare up, and she hisses angrily at Puck.
"Nutcase! I hope you break your little demonic neck!"
And with that, she swings over the ledge of the building and immediately disappears out of sigh.
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Sept 20, 2005 10:02:25 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 20, 2005 10:02:25 GMT -5
"Well that wasn't very nice of you."
He glances over the edge and shrugs.
"Oh well. I wonder what to do now... that was fun while it lasted, but it didn't last all that long..."
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Sept 20, 2005 10:24:53 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 20, 2005 10:24:53 GMT -5
Looking down from the ledge, Puck can see fog, and only fog. All around him, above him, everywhere is fog. No sounds reach him from this strangely white world, and it is as if is he all alone in all the multiverse, as if there is nothing, nothing at all besides Puck and the ledge he is standing on. The ledge is darkish stone, as all the buildings in Tal-Harat are, but even as far down as Puck's own feet there are wisps of the perpetual mists slithering past. Off in the distance is the indistinct light of the lighthouse, a slightly lighter spot in the shadow-veil of white. Off to the other side, probably between a few chimneys- because it takes a specific angle to see it- is another such spot in the fog. But this is a red light, a dim, barely distinguishable red in the shadowy white... the light of the Turris Hecateï.
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Sept 20, 2005 10:32:02 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 20, 2005 10:32:02 GMT -5
"Oooooooooooooo, pretty light..."
Puck drops the wings, completely forgetting about them, and immediately starts trying to find his way to that tower. Nothing better than pissing off the high mages. It was always a thrill.
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