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Post by Puck on Oct 3, 2005 9:40:30 GMT -5
A pity the fog was too dense to find the person who was singing. He didn't like sad songs all that much, since they were, well, rather sad. Happy was much better, and the state of happiness was a great thing for a sad person the achieve with some assistance, but he wouldn't be able to find the source if he tried. Ah well, pity that and so forth.
Maybe, just maybe, that song was sung because of a love of sad songs. That would be nice. It would be nice to live in a world where songs of sorrow were only sung of stories and myths, where the whole world was happy... and could take jokes just a little better... no one had a sense of humor!
Puck quietly muttered the necessary words for the spell, tilting his head to the side and thinking. Inspiration hit and he pulled pieces of the fog together, shaping it into a form that very much resembled him... save that it made no sound, had no scent, so forth. He stepped back a ways and tossed his dagger at the line he nearly tripped over and didn't wait to see the results. He hopped up towards the roof, using another spell to give the illusion the sound of whistling, tripping, then a thud.
Yes, life was quite fun.
[Spells cast: Silent Image Ghost Sound
Jump check: 15 + 40 = 55]
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Post by Catriona on Oct 3, 2005 9:48:30 GMT -5
The line does not do much. It is probably just a trip line. Puck manages to get onto the roof, a flat one much like the one he sat on with Fey, except that this one is, as far as Puck can see in the fog, empty of laundry.
The thick fog prevents Puck from seeing what goes on down in the alley. He can hear it though. From the haze come the sounds of running footsteps, then a few deep, hoarse voices. "Stay down!" "Your money or your life!" "Take this..." and then a thud. Then there is silence. And a little more silence. And then a single voice. "... the Hell?"
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Oct 8, 2005 13:13:59 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Oct 8, 2005 13:13:59 GMT -5
Puck grins and begins to laugh, happily dancing on the rooftop.
"Well that didn't work, did it? Ahhahahaha!"
He stopped dancing when he noticed the other figure on the roof. Curious, he hops over to the other side to take a closer look, preparing to hop away once more to get away.
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Oct 8, 2005 13:42:53 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Oct 8, 2005 13:42:53 GMT -5
There are calls from down in the alley. "Ack!" "Demons!" "Run!" There are running footsteps, quickly absorbed by the fog.
The roof Puck hops onto is a little sloped, but not sloped enough for him to slide off of. It is coated in thatch. Very mouldy, rotten thatch. The figure in the mist seems to rise into the air. Maybe it is only a cloud of smoke. There is a faint buzz.
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Oct 8, 2005 13:55:50 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Oct 8, 2005 13:55:50 GMT -5
"Well that's odd. Big bugs we have this time of year, oh yes. Nasty critters, real hassle and a big problem. Dippy things. Oh hey, that gives me an idea... that one guy hated bugs! Oh, that should be fun. I'll have to remember to find bugs, he'd be thrilled, even get me a free drink or twenty before he ran me out of town maybe. Possibly."
Puck grins and whistles for a bit, hopping from one foot to the other on the slanted roof. He tilts his head to the side, wondering what to do next. Well, he could continue to that place in the distance, or he can find something interesting to fiddle with. Hm, Wizards are fun to annoy... place. Maybe he would find something else on the way.
He hopped back to the other roof and then down to the ground after climbing down a ways.
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Oct 8, 2005 14:08:36 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Oct 8, 2005 14:08:36 GMT -5
But Puck remains on the rooftop a little too long. Before he can climb down from the roof, the buzzing suddenly increases, much like an oversized musquito in the night. Something claws a hold in the air by his ear, and he feels a grating pain in his back. A claw scratches over his back, tearing his fine coat.
The creature then flies up a little again. When Puck looks, he will find himself facing a really big black wasp with an evil female face and mandibles. It are of course its wings that make the buzz.
[Take 8]
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Oct 8, 2005 14:14:37 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Oct 8, 2005 14:14:37 GMT -5
"...ow. That hurt."
Puck sways, nearly losing his footing. He stops for a moment and shakes his head, trying to clear it as he runs his hand across the wound. Well, that wasn't pleasant.
He immediately does as any good fellow should do in such a situation: He hops off the roof and runs, fast as lightning, straight towards where he thinks the nearest guard outpost may be.
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Oct 8, 2005 14:23:34 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Oct 8, 2005 14:23:34 GMT -5
The creature does not follow. It is soon lost in the mist. Puck finds himself running through the thick fog. He almost trips over the edge of the pavement, but spots it just in time. He passes several humanoid figures in the mists, but he never comes close enough to any of them to see them properly.
There are houses on either side of Puck. His running footsteps sound strange in the fog. There is one passer-by that he does see, however. He nearly bangs into a generally friendly-looking young man with short blonde hair, wearing a simple denim jacket and cheap, rough breeches- but he sees him just in time. The young man, as Puck notes from the corners of his eyes, seems to be holding a thin tail with a forked end in his hand. The tail seems attached to his backside.
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Oct 14, 2005 14:05:26 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Oct 14, 2005 14:05:26 GMT -5
Puck hops to the side and then skids to a halt, his eyes on the man. Hey! Tiefling. Cool.
"Hey! Tiefling. Cool. Nice to meet you, good sir, I'm Puck, though you can call me by the various nicknames I have acquired over the years if you wish, which include: 'annoying', 'Die you crazy bastard', and 'huh?' The first and the last being the most popular, but the middle one has been used often enough, can't imagine why."
Puck grins at the man, almost forgetting entirely about that terrible creature. He'd have to go tell the guards at some- oh, that swirl of mist looked vaguely like a butterfly with a great deal of imagination.
"So, what is your name good sir? Or do you not have a name? Oh woe, for the nameless can be called anything, ANYTHING! Wow, it would be strange to not have a name, then again most don't remember mine and keep saying odd and different things. They have a great love of nicknames. Do you have any nicknames?"
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Oct 14, 2005 14:15:33 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Oct 14, 2005 14:15:33 GMT -5
The man tilts his head to the side and listens. Then he laughs.
"Oh yeah, sure I do."
He counts on his fingers.
"There's 'idiot', and 'devilspawn'- which is quite wrong- and 'snoop' and 'pervert' and 'whoreson'- which is also wrong- and 'AAAAARGH!' and 'evil bastard'- which is half true, I guess- and a couple more that I forgot."
He laughs and sticks his hand out.
"Or you could just call me Cecco."
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Oct 14, 2005 15:18:09 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Oct 14, 2005 15:18:09 GMT -5
"I recognize some of those. I suspect you stole my nicknames, sir. Thief! Terrible terrible name thief you are."
Puck grins and takes the man's hand.
"Nice to meet you, AAAAARGH! Don't see too many of my kind around, no sir, not at all. What brings you to these happy places of mist and mystery?"
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Oct 14, 2005 15:26:09 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Oct 14, 2005 15:26:09 GMT -5
Cecco laughs.
"Oh, well I'm more than happy to trade them back. If you give me 'die you crazy bastard', I think I can part with 'pervert'. But not 'snoop'. I like 'snoop'."
He makes a careless gesture at the mist. Or maybe at the city shrouded in them, it is hard to tell. He has let go of his tail now, and the tihng sways backwards and forwards. Closer up, Puck can see that he has several other Tiefling features, too. There is coarse black hair on his ears and three stubby horns in his blonde hair.
"Oh, nothing in particular. Evil, sinister business, corruption and dark rites and wickedness involving virgins and all that fun stuff that they accuse us of. And icecream."
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Oct 14, 2005 16:17:38 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Oct 14, 2005 16:17:38 GMT -5
"Oh, now that is a title I haven't had before. That one sounds interesting and unusual, unique and wonderful! ...but evil bastard is a thing of pride, a great acheivement."
Puck thinks for a moment, then spins and turns and turns and spins. After a moment or two, he decides to stand on his hands. So he does, and he speaks from that position, his coat and hair drifting downwards.
"Ah, I see. Sounds like something interesting and so very typical of us old evil chaps, indeed it does. You know, though, icecream beats all else and therefor has a much higher priority then the secret 'conquer the world' agenda we have going and all. Besides, you won't find any virgins in this city. Just look at the graffiti on the various walls. So many names that you couldn't possibly imagine they left a citizen of the city out. These people know how to party, and yet are so boring, oh well."
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Oct 14, 2005 16:30:25 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Oct 14, 2005 16:30:25 GMT -5
Cecco closes one eye and watches Puck with a grin.
"Oh yes. Conquering the world could wait till after tea."
He sighs.
"Yes. Virgins are terribly hard to find. But evil cults usually have a few in stock, so you could try there. I happen to know one not far from here, want to come along and see if they have any second-hand virgins we could get cheap?"
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Oct 14, 2005 19:09:17 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Oct 14, 2005 19:09:17 GMT -5
Puck walks around the man on his hands for awhile, then pushes off, hopping back to his feet. He spins for awhile, bowing to an unseen audience, then speaks over his shoulder to the man.
"Oh yes, tea is infinitely more important. Nothing beats liqour though! Ah, beer is the best, yes yes."
He twirls on the heels of his boots, his hand coming up and tapping on the tip of his chin, his foot tapping on the ground in a completely different pattern. It was as if different portions of his body were all dancing to a different tune.
"Well, second-hand virgins could be very interesting, but we would have to make sure that none of them were already prepped for their evil God of much doom, else we would have to go through all the trouble of finding skimpy sacrificial clothing that matched the color-coding of our dark and evil lord after discarding the ones they had, and then remove the heinous tattoos of evil ritual and put ours on and... ok, this is suddenly sounding better the more I talk. Let's go find a second-hand virgin."
Puck thought for a moment, and realized he should invest in Spider Climb one of these days. It would be fun to dance on a wall.
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