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Post by Savverz on May 30, 2008 7:59:39 GMT
HEHE~<3 A private RP between me and Sfot, we'll be using Dreamweaver and Fibre, of course... *Giggles*
Okies, so... the setting... um... Planet Roia. Midnight. Clear starry sky without a cloud to mar it's beauty~
So there are these two mountains close to each other, right? And they're almost completely forested and green and beautiful, right? And on one mountain is an incredibly low-tech village, and there's this huge stone bridge leading to a massive, beautiful temple on the other mountain, right?
Right.
The temple is called The Temple of The Dreamers, it's where the ancient cultists have been since just about forever. They're the ones responsible for bringing Dreamweaver back into Roia, and while he's outside the Dream Nexus they've got tons of work to do to help the entire planet get to sleep every night...
But forget them, we're talking about the ruins of the Creative Clocktower at the base of the temple-mountain~<3
Umm... yah. So, uh... hm... There's this clearing, right? And there's these massive chunks of the gold-colored clocktower all over the place, right? And in the center of the whole thing are the four faces of the clocktower, right? The porcelain all smashed and stuff, revealing the cogs and springs and other doodads inside...
Um...
Yeah, something like that.
So, Sfot, shall you start this or shall I...? *Is brick'd*
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Post by Sfot on May 30, 2008 19:49:41 GMT
Fibre was perched inside the clockface, on one of the large cogs that had ceased to move. She'd gotten the note from Dreamweaver, along with a picture of the face he seemed only too happy to stop her from seeing.
Truth was, she had the first crush in her afterlife on him, and it was somewhat terrifying, what with the only other guy she knew to like her that way was obbsessed.
So, she sat and hoped that A) she was in the right place, and B) he would show up before her butt went numb.
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Post by Savverz on May 31, 2008 6:55:17 GMT
"YEOUCH!"
Small nocturnal critters all scampered away, rustling through the bushes and snapping little twigs as they fled the scene; Dreamweaver was sitting on a large rusted cog nearby, clutching his right hand and staring down at what looked like a little piece of scrapmetal that he had dropped. "Gah... Those edges are sharp..." He said to no one in particular as he watched blue blood trickle down his arm, staining his white-and-blue sleeves. "Alps! I'll never finish this in time..." He reached down with his other hand and carefully grasped the piece of scrapmetal before holding it closer to his face to get a better look at it. "This thing's too dangerous, I might as well make some sort of ring or perhaps a pendant..." He carried on for a moment before he set the little piece of scrapmetal beside him and looking back at the cut in his palm. "I... probably should've brought my first aid kit."
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Post by Sfot on Jun 1, 2008 16:22:54 GMT
Fibre yelped as she heard the shout. She pushed off from the large cog and caught herself in midair before floating forwards.
"Dreamweaver? Is that you?"
A shout tinted with caution. She drifted outside, glancing around. Where was he?
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Post by Savverz on Jun 1, 2008 23:27:51 GMT
Dreamweaver jerked his head in the direction of the shout. He rose from the cog and approached the voice, stepping through bushes and other dead plantlife before he finally stepped into Fibre's view. "Heh, s-sorry if I startled you." He smiled nervously, still clutching his bloody hand. "I was just trying to make something out of some scrap metal I found laying around and I cut myself on the sharp edges, hence the shouting..."
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Post by Savverz on Jun 11, 2008 5:01:17 GMT
(DAGNABBIT Sfot, i-i-if you don't post soon, I swaerz it on the precious that I will die a slow and painful death.
And imagine what'll happen to Dreamweaver...)
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Post by Sfot on Jun 11, 2008 15:35:29 GMT
(I have no idea what to post! D:)
Fiber looked down towards the end of her ghostly tale to hide her green blush before drifting forwards. "You cut yourself? One sec, I'll see if I can make use of the ability Sfot taught me..."
She focused before plunging her arm out to one side, before pulling out a role of bandages. The small portal she'd reached through sealed up and her arm withdrew, cutting off the end rather neatly.
"Seriously, what is with the sandwichs? They seem to be there constantly when you try and get stuff from Over There..." She trailed off as she gently pulled his hand foreward and did her best to wrap it up, even if she was somewhat clumsy at doing so.
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Post by Savverz on Jun 11, 2008 23:59:59 GMT
(Ah... That be what I thought...)
Dreamweaver arched a brow as Fibre tried out her new ability, if only he had something useful like that. He could turn cellphones into hamsters, though. That's always neat.
"Sandwiches? Can't say having my hand wrapped in ham and mayo would help much..." he said before chuckling slightly. When Fibre had grasped his hand and began to bandage it, he tried his hardest to hide his odd blue blush. Fortunatly for him, he had complete control over his hair, and had his bangs cover his face as he looked down at the ground. After the blushing subsided, his bangs returned to their original position and Dreamweaver looked up at Fibre. "I almost forgot to ask, how've you been? How's Sfot? Been mauled by rabid submarine sammiches recently?" he grinned, the thought of a powerful banshee like Sfot being mauled by a bunch of delicious 'sammiches' was somewhat amusing to him.
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Post by Sfot on Jun 12, 2008 14:49:41 GMT
"Oh, no. She got burried under them yesterday, though. We've no idea where they're coming from. It's kinda fun though, because it means if she wants to bug people she just dumps loads of sandwichs on their head. I need to try that on Danny, y'know..." She bit her lip, trying to stop herself blushing green.
She tied the end up carefully as she could. "So...Got anything planned for us to do?"
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Post by Savverz on Jun 12, 2008 21:37:02 GMT
Buried in sandwiches... Not a problem if you're hungry. And not obsessed with staying clean. Ah, bandaged up... now just to clean up the blood... He took a close look at the bandages on his hand, it looked like it'd stay on long enough. It was already stained blue, though...
Something to do? Eh, didn't think that all the way through... Great going, genius. "Well... I was planning on repairing that old clocktower, how about we look around a bit? No actuall work or anything, just flying through the rubble for the sake of flying through rubble."
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Post by Sfot on Jun 26, 2008 8:40:52 GMT
"Y-Yeah. I'd like that..." Fibre smiled slightly.
She needed to get out more! Clockwork and such was tech too. Old fashioned, but nevertheless...
She smiled again. "Come on, you lead the way. I'd fly into something while looking about..." She giggled nervously.
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Post by Savverz on Jun 26, 2008 9:00:55 GMT
"Can you become intangible? Heh, that way it doesn't really matter if you run into anything or not. This clocktower was made long before any sort of anti-ghost technology was invented, at least back in the Realm of Insanity." he glanced around the area, the top part of the tower, the faces and all, were smashed into the ground long ago. The cracks and holes in the once-beautiful porcelain faces revealed dormant, dust-covered, gold-colored cogs. Dreamweaver wasn't all that crazy about tech, but old things like this clocktower...
He turned to face the rubble and jumped into the air just as his lower half seemed to warp and swirl into a rather sparkly blue 'ghost tail'. He pointed to the other part of the tower, the massive chunk still standing. "Lets check out that one. There were interesting critters and plantlife growing in the other half, I can only imagine what could be in there."
(Wewt! Heheh, DxF ftw. *Brick'd* It always cheers me up. XD)
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Post by Sfot on Jun 29, 2008 13:31:37 GMT
Fibre smiled and leapt after him, her legs merging to form her grey 'ghost tail'.
"Race you there!~" The giggled and zoomed towards wear he was pointing unable to resist doing a twirl or two while she was at it.
(You'll LOVE what I just uploaded...*giggles again*)
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Post by Savverz on Jun 29, 2008 21:50:44 GMT
(O: ... Fibre almost looks taller than Dreamweaver, and... a little... um... frightening? *Brick'd*) A mischievous look appeared on Dreamweavers face as he removed his staff from it's little sheath-like thingymajig on his back, and swung it in an arching motion at the air before him. The area he hit tore open, revealing it to be some sort of portal. He flew through it before it closed shut, just as another on appeared just outside the destination point. As he flew out he hovered just above the half of the clocktower still standing. The portal behind him vanished, just as the other did before. He looked at Fibre and gave her that 'Haw-haw, I win.' look before phasing into the tower and flying in circles inside, laughing, enjoying his little victory.
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Post by Sfot on Jun 30, 2008 15:16:41 GMT
Fibre growled slightly, but in a sort of playful way. "Don't make me turn that into a really long bagette, you know I can." She called out, smirking.
She phased into the tower and watched him circle, before imploying a rather evil tactic. She flew forwards and grabbed him around the waist in what Sfot had dubbed a 'Hug-Tackle'. The grey and white ghost would of cackled, but it would spoil the surprise he was in for.
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Post by Savverz on Jun 30, 2008 15:31:08 GMT
Dreamweaver let out a rather surprised 'eek' when his little victory flight was interrupted so very abruptly.
He spiraled downwards for a moment before he finally managed to keep himself airborne. As he hovered over a large cog that was sticking out of the ground, he just gave Fibre that 'you so just ruined my victory flight' look before grinning. "And what do you call that strategic manoeuver?"
(Dreamweaver: *GLEE*)
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Post by Sfot on Jun 30, 2008 15:49:13 GMT
Fibre let go and drifted downwards, legs reforming and perching on the wheel. "The hug-tackle. My mum taught it to me." She had barely stopped herself gigglnig at the 'you so just ruined my victory flight' look and now he was asking that?
She burst into a fit of giggles, which escilated into laughter. It had been worth it!
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Post by Savverz on Jun 30, 2008 16:05:35 GMT
Dreamweaver's legs reverted to their original selves as he floated downwards and sat beside Fibre on the aforementioned wheel. He folded his arms and gave a 'hmph' before looking away so Fibre couldn't see that he was actually trying not to burst into laughter. Of course, his laughter was stubborn and just refused to stay locked up inside. After his laughter was finally freed, he accidently fell backwards and hit the ground with a loud thump!
Silence.
"It can be glued." he said as he sat up, rubbing his soar head. Nothing actually broke, of course, his staff takes much more than a little fall to be snapped in half. He stood up, climbed back onto the wheel, and simply carried on with his chuckling as if nothing ever happened. When his few seconds of chuckling subsided he turned to look at Fibre. "Hug-tackle, huh? I'll get you back for that some day, when you least expect it." he said with a 'ha ha you'll never see it coming 'cause I am master of all stealth' look.
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Post by Sfot on Jun 30, 2008 16:15:41 GMT
"Oh really?" It applied to both the snapped staff, and his declaration of him getting her back. "And what makes you think I can't just turn intabglable and laugh as you fall to the floor?" She asked, arms folded and smirking. And trying to stop laughing.
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Post by Savverz on Jun 30, 2008 16:25:25 GMT
He smirked. Does she think he plans on hug-tackling her?
He chuckled a bit at his little scheme. "Nope, there's no way you'll see it coming, so there." He was about to jump off the wheel and look around a bit but fell forward after a small flying cog collided with the back of his head.
He just grumbled slightly as he removed his face from the ground. "And what, might I ask, was that?" he asked as he stood back up and brushed the dirt off his clothes. He looked up to find that several of the cogs and wheels began to float upwards, turn, and mesh together like they did back before the clocktower was destroyed. Of course, the massive wheel Fibre was sitting on slowly rose from the dirt as well.
"Um... What's going on?" he shouted before he had to duck to avoid the same cog as before. "Is that supposed to happen?"
(*Giggles* Plot time~<3)
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