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Post by Savverz on Jul 16, 2008 15:03:55 GMT
Nightmara chuckled as she watched the boy do a bit of ghostly gardening. "I'll need someone who knows their way around Over There to drag Dreamweaver back into Roia... This kid's cute, but is he strong enough?" she mused. The flaming skeletal wolf, Ulrich, twitched an ear. "Even if he was, how would you convince him to do your bidding?" he asked. Nightmara shrugged. "Lets watch him a bit more, who knows, maybe we can find this... this flower-boy's weakness."
((*Giggles*))
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Post by Sfot on Jul 16, 2008 15:15:05 GMT
((*giggling also* I can't help it! When he's fiddling with his flowers, he's all nice and happy. If you tell him Fibre's got a new boyfriend while he's working, he'll finish what he's doing before going on a rampage.))
He kept going with his dead heading, but he was going faster now, grinning as he tried to see how fast he could go without hitting a live flower. "Grow the flowers large enough, get as strong as I can and maybe Fibre'll like me." He mumbled as he once again sped up.
He was going stupidly fast when he ran out of flowers to look after. So he started blasting rocks to bits, starting smaller and getting larger with the same sized ray.
"I still don't get why she doesn't like me...I train, and work damn hard but she rejects me!" He couldn't help but growl as he started smashing boulders larger than him, getting up and searching for larger ones as he did so. His beloved was amazingly crule to him at times.
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Post by Savverz on Jul 16, 2008 15:38:18 GMT
"Ulrich! Did you hear that?" Nightmara beamed to the wolf beside her. "Yes, Mistress. It seems the boy is fond of Fibre-Optic." "You know what this means?" she said before breaking out into a fit of manic laughter. "Yes," said the wolf. "It means that the boy would probably be more than willing to seperate Dreamweaver from Fibre-Optic. The only problem is, what if he decides to seperate Dreamweaver's head from his shoulders?" Nightmara paused for a while, Ulrich was right, what if he did kill him? "I'm sure I could convince him to keep Dreamweaver alive. I'll have Dreamweaver to myself, and he'll have his precious little Fibre." She grinned before tenting her fingers. "Ulrich," she said. "Fetch."
The wolf sighed, stood up on all fours, and leapt through the window, landing a few yards behind Dante. He sat down, his chin up, making him look rather regal and elegant despite the burning, rotting flesh peeling off his bones. "Greetings," said the wolf, hoping not to startle the teen in front of him "My name is Ulrich, and I bring you a message involving Fibre-Optic. Are you willing to hear it?"
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Post by Sfot on Jul 16, 2008 16:16:40 GMT
Dan looked over his shoulder as he heard something land, and turned compeletly whne he saw the wolf.
"S-something about Fibre?...Please, what is it? Tell me!" He was seriously considering begging by this point.
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Post by Savverz on Jul 17, 2008 19:13:16 GMT
"It is not a matter of her health, physically, emotionally, nor mentally, so do not be concerned there. It is a matter of her... current relationship with a fellow by the title of Dreamweaver. The one who sent me has a proposition for you." Ulrich twitched his left ear, the only one that hadn't rotted away. "You are fond of this girl, correct?"
(GahsorryIcan'tfinishthisbrotherkickingmeoff)
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Post by Sfot on Jul 17, 2008 19:28:11 GMT
((*points axe at 'Brother'* OI BOG OFF D<))
"I'm not fond of her. I'm completely and utterly in love with her." He smiled faintly there, but frowned again. "Relationship, hmm?....Let me hear this proposition, please." That last bit hadn't been a question.
He wasn't noticing how the grass around his feet was dieing, or how the ring of grass around that was fast becoming long and generally vibrant. He was still quitely hoping she wan't in trouble, or getting herself in a mess except he was because then he could go save her.
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Post by Savverz on Jul 18, 2008 0:56:16 GMT
"The one who sent me, Mistress Nightmara, simply wishes for you to lure Dreamweaver into the world of Roia. The thing is, Nightmara is in love with him. So, you take Dreamweaver to Roia, Nightmara takes Dreamweaver to the Nightmarish Realms, and you've got Fibre-Optic to yourself. And if you accept this, please be sure not to kill Dreamweaver. He is weak, and Nightmara wishes for you to go easy on him."
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Post by Sfot on Jul 18, 2008 16:26:15 GMT
"Lure him there?...I'll need something he's fond of. Has this 'Dreamweaver' anything that he would be willing to step across dimensions for?" Dan could hardly keep himself from spitting the name of his new enemy.
A mental image of a certain something flickered across him mind. Like it or not, Fibre would be his. Even if he had to alter the way she thought....
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Post by Savverz on Jul 18, 2008 18:45:49 GMT
Ulrich paused for a moment, thinking. He murmured incoherently to himself before speaking. "We only know of one thing that Dreamweaver would follow to the ends of the universe, and that is Fibre-Optic."
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Post by Sfot on Jul 18, 2008 19:16:41 GMT
Dan sighed, but couldn't help smile slightly. "I get to haul Fibre to Roria, he follows, you can take him and do whatever and I..." He smiled even wider as his green eyes flared red "...Get the girl I've been chasing for a long time."
The ghost looked up and nodded. "You have a deal. All I need to know is where the two are now and I'll happily start setting the trap." This was just too perfect! It was almost like fate has smiled on him and handed him the key to open the door that was blocking his way.
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Post by Savverz on Jul 19, 2008 0:19:07 GMT
Ulrich grinned, he could sense Nightmara's evil glee, he was glad to make his mistress proud. "You'll find the two in Fibre-Optic's home. Dreamweaver is probably resting at the moment, as to what Fibre-Optic is doing, I have yet to be informed. If you need us, simply speak to this," A smooth, oval-shaped crimson stone appeared in front of Dan before falling to the ground. "I shall now return to the Nightmarish Realms." he said before standing and turning around, ready to jump through the window in which he came. Before he did, however, he looked back to Dan over his shoulder. "It's roy-uh, by-the-way. Roria is the name of an old necromancer who lives in the mountains of New Erebus, somewhere in New Malurien, in Roia." And at that, he leapt through the window before it flickered out of existance.
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Post by Savverz on Jul 19, 2008 10:30:40 GMT
((Arglblblrgjrlkvhlsdkhfs D*8 *Sobs*))
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Post by Sfot on Jul 19, 2008 10:42:42 GMT
((D: What I do wrong?!))
Dan nodded as the wolf left, and picked up the crystal. Shoving it in his pocket, he turned and grinned as he walked back to his plants. Growing a rose that would provide him with a tempoary warp would be easy.
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Post by Savverz on Jul 19, 2008 10:51:02 GMT
((XD Nothing.))
Dreamweaver coughed, causing small droplets of blood to stain his clothes. He just seemed to be getting worse. "H-How much farther is the next bedroom...? This place is confusing..."
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Nightmara couldn't cease her giggling, things were finally going her way.
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Post by Sfot on Jul 19, 2008 11:07:16 GMT
Fibre glanced down at the flecks of blue blood staining Dreamweavers robes. "Look, it's just in here...And it's usable. Good. Look, I'm gonna put you on the bed and see what next door is like, okay? That way, if anything happens you can find me easily."
She was trying to be calm, really she was. It was just her voice was coming out too calm if anything.
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Post by Savverz on Jul 20, 2008 6:22:10 GMT
Dreamweaver nodded, giving her a weak grin as he lay down on the bed. The moment his head hit the pillow, everything swirled and warped, slowly fading to black. He didn't want to sleep. He didn't want the nightmares. He didn't want to see her again.
"Oh, fancy meeting you here, love." said a calm voice from the shadows. Dreamweaver glanced around frantically, he was in that place again. That horrible place where that horrible woman keeps pestering him. "What's the matter, Nrem?" The voice, a female voice, said. "Don't call me that." Dreamweaver growled dangerously. The source of the voice stepped towards him, out of the shadows. "It's so much easier to say, and it's sleep-related, is it not?" Nightmara said, tilting her head to the side as she looked up into Dreamweaver's furious eyes. Before she could step any closer she was shoved away by a pair of weak, ill arms. "Leave me alone!" he yelled, stepping away from her. I want to wake up now, he thought, but I'm trapped.
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Post by Savverz on Jul 23, 2008 16:36:09 GMT
((*Sobs* ... *Is shot*))
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Post by Sfot on Jul 23, 2008 18:03:58 GMT
((What do you want me to do? Have Fibre enter his dream, by all liek 'BACK OFF very *friendly* person!" and stuff? Because chances of that happening are smaaaall.))
Fibre couldn't help but brush some of his hair out his face as Dreamweaver fell asleep. "I'm here, I'll be here longer than you think..."
She felt bad, having tricked him like that. But the machinery lining the walls...It was too easy making him mistake it for a spare room insted of her own small santuary and temple to technoledgy.
"Just as well I never really use the bed, isn't it?" She asked him as she drifted over to the orb that she 'slept' in, hitting the button and activating it. Fibre stepped into the small anti-gravitational sphere and quickly fell into what passed for sleep, electricity sparking off the sides of the rest of the machine.
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Post by Savverz on Jul 24, 2008 0:46:21 GMT
((Hm-hm! When does Dan git some little ideas? xP I'm weird.))
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((And braindead.))
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Post by Sfot on Jul 28, 2008 16:52:08 GMT
((Dan is watching. He still has his roses under her window, and she's happy to leave them be when they aren't trying to break in. NOW POST DAMN YOU.))
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