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Post by tabiris on Jul 13, 2007 12:27:41 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]CTVFFP Prologue[/glow]
The ball over, the gang was on their way home astride Benito, Azalea once again running after the prehistoric behemoth, which had a giant hamster in mouth. Azalea made a series of comments towards Benito that are unrepeatable due to a lack of civil words. Benito turned his head towards Azalea to offer a rebuttal and tripped over a statue that just appeared in the middle of the path.
The party scattered in all directions from the collision. Charby teleported onto the ground below a large tree. Zeno took flight, holding Mye in arm. Kavonn slowed his, Daray, Mannick, and Crispo’s descent. Azzy ran headlong into Fey and Foomy. Hex, in his winged bunny eared form took flight following Zeno. Tony, who was sleeping off the alcohol, fell back and landed at the base of the statue.
The statue had a vague humanoid shape. Its hand was reaching forward as if it were trying to grab something. The statue was half melted looking; five blood red gemstones rested at the base of the statue that pooled from its liquescent legs.
“Dis is der worsts hangovers I’s ever hads.” Tony grabbed blindly for something to lift himself up and rested his hand on the gemstones. The alp cried out from a sharp pain and looked up at the statue. No longer was its form fluid like but shaping itself into a distinct form. The alp looked upon the face of the statue as he blacked out. “Olaf?!”
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Post by tabiris on Jul 13, 2007 12:28:24 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]CTVFFP 1-1[/glow]
“Geht aus Kamerad!” The voice penetrated the blackness. A snowy village unfolded around Tony. It was however completely devoid of life and/or unlife. “Tony!”
An alp appeared before Tony, one that he knew centuries ago, and one that died right in front of him.
“Olaf!” Tony rushed the alp and embraced him happily. “<I thought you were dead! Olaf, if you weren’t a guy I’d kiss you!>”
A familiar female voice answered. “Since when am I a guy?”
Tony stepped back to find than he was in fact embracing Mye. “Mye? What is goings ons heres? Wheres has Olaf gones to?”
Mye wringed here hands together nervously. “Tony, if you can hear me. Wake up please.”
“Ja Tony. Geht aus.” Olaf appeared next to Mye arms crossed. “Dis dame is worrieds abouts her goods freund und youse makings troubles for hers.”
“Whats do youse means?!” The world crumbled around Tony as he finished his question. He rushed for Olaf and Mye arm outstretched to grab at them. He jumped as the ground faded beneath him; just when he reached Mye and Olaf they disappeared into the shadows replaced by red eyes, bad teeth, and maniacal laughter.
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Post by tabiris on Jul 13, 2007 12:28:53 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]CTVFFP 1-2 [/glow]
Tony shot upright banging his head against something; shaking off the combination of pain and tiredness. Tony found himself in his room. Around him were Hex, Charby, Zeno (who was having difficulty moving and had red eyes), Kavonn (who was watching Zeno have some strange difficulty moving), Mye (who was rubbing her head and sitting on the bed), and an alp with orange hair (who was watching Zeno with his back to Tony covering up most of Tony’s view of Zeno).
“Guten Morgen” The alp turned to Tony. “Herr VonHarnier.”
“Olaf!” Tony burst from his bed and rushed to hug the alp, unintentionally knocking Mye off the bed onto the floor thus making Zeno even more irritable. “<I saw you die centuries ago!>”
“<Mr. VonHarnier I regret to inform you that I am not your friend Olaf. I am merely a demon avatar that has taken his form. It was the only option that would keep you in a comfortable mindset without causing any predicaments with your friends.>” The demon avatar stepped back from Tony.
Tony eyed the avatar suspiciously; it was a near perfect replica of Olaf but there was something off that he couldn’t place. “<What kind of predicaments?>”
“<I can change into any form in your mind. The others that you are comfortable with live here or have interaction with someone who lives here, That would be quite odd don’t you think; if not a tad creepy. And what if others ask why I take those shapes; I have to answer them.>” The avatar waved a finger in the air while spinning to look at Zeno. “Nows for youse reds eyes. Goes to sleeps.”
Zeno dropped to the floor. The avatar turned and bowed to Tony. He was perfect except for his mannerisms and he had not Olaf’s hat.
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Post by tabiris on Jul 13, 2007 12:29:15 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]CTVFFP 1-3[/glow]
The avatar creature adopted the name and appearance of Olaf completely. Tony was not the biggest fan of this. He seemed to have found it insulting to Olaf's memory but he chose to ignore it over the fact that he could have taken the form of someone like Mye. Original forms weren’t much better either, often twisted and agonized looking.
In the kitchen corner now sat a pedestal that had a top that was just over the reach of most of the house occupants. On it sat a basin with which Olaf had filled with a potion he made from ingredients that spanned from rose of sharen to werewolf saliva. Somehow the ingredients formed a powerful healing potion yet the only thing that he allowed in the basement besides four of his gems.
To enforce this he used Kavonn’s form to keep anyone who might tinker with the pedestal (Kavonn himself promising not to tinker with the artifact in a pact that Olaf would quit using his form to threaten everyone).
“Dey is on standsbys for youse Tony. I’s be back soons.” Olaf made his way to the front door.
“Wheres is youse goings avatar?” Tony emphasized the type name for the demon. “Whos is ons der standsbys?”
“I’s needings ein hats for dis form.” With that Olaf opened the door before he closed the door behind him he turned back to Tony. “Der standbys is mine other gems. Dey will protects youse and youse friends. Ask Kavonn to levitate a gem froms der potion if youse needs helps.” With that Olaf was gone into the woods the door still open, leaving his words to echo and soak into Tony’s brain.
Tony hissed through his teeth seething with rage at this pseudo Olaf creature’s gall. “Meybes I’s jest have Kavonn breaks dem!” Tony slammed the door and stalked off.
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Post by Angel--of--Music on Jul 13, 2007 14:15:04 GMT -5
The writing could use some work, but other than that, I really like the plot idea! It was really interesting
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Post by tabiris on Jul 13, 2007 16:41:12 GMT -5
Thank you. More to come.
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Post by Angel--of--Music on Jul 13, 2007 21:45:42 GMT -5
*sigh* And I have to wait a week to read it. I'm going to camp for a week. *tear*
I'm just going to print this out so I can wallow in it's awesome plot twists while I'm at camp, kay?
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Post by tabiris on Jul 15, 2007 20:55:59 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]CTVFFP 2-1[/glow]
With Olaf gone the house settled into the normal D&D playing, TV watching, and sappy hopeless lovesickness that was situated before the ball. The standbys and pedestal began to lazily gather dust that Mikko would gather for his room under the couch.
Occasionally someone would question the pedestals appearance and the fact it came to be at the same time as Olaf’s disappearance, despite the fact he stayed a grand total of two days. Tony would simply say it’s not to bother with it cause it’s nobodies problem and Kavonn who knew would simply say it had a purpose and nothing more.
Things continued in this fashion until the end of the week when Mye was sulking in the kitchen after another failed attempt at magic. She hid herself under the sink. Kavonn came into the kitchen after a game of D&D with Phineas, Foomy, and Crispo.
-Her sadness brings us pain.- The voice echoed in Kavonn’s mind. Kavonn looked back and forth, seeking the source of the voice. –The Pedestal.-
Kavonn approached the Pedestal. "What might you be talking about? You are quite demanding despite you do nothing but take that space up, always asking me for favors yet telling me nothing about why you ask me."
-Apologies. I am instructed to not give information without being asked for it. Though I imagine that’s not much of an apology. Would you levitate me from this basin please; I’d like to help the zombie under the cabinet.-
"Fine. Perhaps I will ask for information later." Kavonn pointed his staff at the basin and lifted up one gem. He realized he somehow just knew which gem to levitate. When he released the spell to let it fall into his hand instead the part of the pedestal shot out and absorbed the gem, quickly receding into its original form. "I think I’ll add the questions of how I knew to levitate you and how you did that to the long list of questions quickly forming."
"Fair enough."
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Post by Angel--of--Music on Jul 21, 2007 16:00:53 GMT -5
*Drags self into forum* I'm HOOOOOOOOOOOMMMME. And I waited all week for this It was worth the wait.
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Post by tabiris on Jul 21, 2007 17:49:28 GMT -5
thank you.
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Post by tabiris on Jul 21, 2007 17:54:04 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]CTVFFP 2-2[/glow]
Mye sat quietly in her prison listening to the others as they passed by the sink cupboard. The most recent conversation had piqued her interest.
“So what you are telling me is that you are in control of the earth and metal around you? And you use it to form your body down to the heart and get everything functioning even though all you have to do is make it look real?” Kavonn was pacing throughout the room his voice getting softer and louder gradually.
“Quite. Though it depends on the form I take one whether or not I let it all function. Comes from an old fitting in concept I think.” The other converser sounded familiar and quite female.
“Isn’t this form more inconvenient though considering the residents feelings towards the person you are emulating are probably more of a hindrance really.” Kavonn was moving closer to the cupboard.
“Well if you like I’ll take…” There was a sudden squelching sound. “… A less inconvenient form.” The original female voice was replaced by another female voice.
“And that form creates an entirely new set of problems.” Kavonn was one again pacing. “And I’m curious to your fixation with whomever is in the cupboard.”
Mye pressed herself against the door to find more. –How do they know I’m in the cupboard?-
“It’s more a need to answer the unknowing summons of another; a need to help those who unknowingly bid for my assistance. A calling if you will.” The cupboard door opened and Mye fell onto the floor. “Oops.” Standing above her was Rosemary. “Sorry.”
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Post by tabiris on Jul 21, 2007 17:55:14 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]CTVFF Intermission: Convincing Argument[/glow]
Crispo, Foomy, Kavonn, and Rosemary were in Kavonn’s room playing a little DnD. Rosemary was doing the most terrible things to Foomy’s character with her completely impossible character.
“Dude, all I’m saying is that you only let her use that character because you have the hots for her Kavonn.” Crispo whispered even though Foomy’s loud complaints were loud enough to drown out a mob fight
“Preposterous she submitted everything possible to make that character legit and all her die only have four facets Crispo. Just don’t treat her like Phiny and you’ll be fine. And it’s an avatar of Rosemary.” Kavonn smiled superiorly.
“She has a level 150 Rune Demon! And the title on her character paper says monsters and mazes.” Crispo just barely topped Foomy's voice with this argument. He suddenly felt very cold and it wasn’t Kavonn doing anything.
“If you wish I could simply use the spells on my character sheets on the real you.” The cold arms of the Rosemary avatar wrapped around Crispo’s waist as her head came to rest on his left shoulder, brushing her fangs against Crispo’s neck.
“Um, I think we should continue with the adventure.” Crisp trembled slightly raising his index finger as to make a point.
“Nah, I need to check on something.” Rosemary released Crispo and was out of the shed in the heartbeat that Crispo skipped.
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Post by tabiris on Jul 21, 2007 17:56:02 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]CTVFF Intermission 2.0: Hat Zombie[/glow]
Kavonn, Crispo and, the Rosemary avatar were sitting on the couch watching a corny zombie flick. Kavonn seemed to have given reckless abandon to the fact that the avatar was just that and was continuously trying to wow her. Crispo inched away to the opposite side of the couch.
“You know Kavonn what’s gonna happen when Clare or the real Rosemary walk in. I don’t suggest you keep trying to charm the avatar.” Crispo sighed as the climactic scene of the movie came where the zombie, Orlando Blitz, was about to finish his fight with Sylark over who should have Damelius’ affections. The production values seemed so cheep compared to the re-enactment he saw down by the cemetery.
“I’m aware of the consequences but am willing to take them. Besides the real Rosemary is easier to get than this… Argh!” Kavonn threw his hat onto the floor expecting a jackelope to pop out. Instead popped half of Fernando (As seen in UIU) popped came from the hat.
“Hat Zombie! Kill it! Kill it!” Avatar Rosemary took Kavonn’s staff and began to bludgeon Nando with it mercilessly. “Get back in the hat vile zombie.”
“Dude calm down it has antennae like a bug man.” Crispo waved his arms stepping back from the scene.
Avie Rose stopped stared at the Zombie. “But… that… means… Zombie Hat Bug! Zombie Hat Bug! Kill it! Kill it!” And so the pummeling continued until Nando gave up and slipped back in the hat.
“A tad unnecessary Rosemary.” Kavonn picked up has hat and dusted it off and took his staff from Avie Rose. “I mean we were just watching a movie about zombies.
“Hat Zombies. No comparison.” Crispo and Rosemary said at the same time. Both pause to stare at each other.
“Maybe I’ll hit on her after all.” Crispo posed for Avie Rose.
“And maybe I’ll finally taste dragon.” Avie Rose shot Crispo a cold glare and slipped down to the basement.
“Bang. Shot down.” Kavonn did the little hand is a gun trick and then went to his room leaving Crispo to sigh at the big finale in the movie where zombie and mortal woman kiss.
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Post by Angel--of--Music on Jul 21, 2007 20:05:54 GMT -5
Haha, Nando came through the hat:P
Avatar-san really likes to make people out of character, huh?
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Post by tabiris on Jul 22, 2007 19:44:06 GMT -5
Not it's style to act like another unless nesessary or fun.
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Post by Angel--of--Music on Jul 23, 2007 17:02:50 GMT -5
It's ALWAYS fun to make Rosey OOC.
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Post by dragonblade261 on Jul 24, 2007 6:46:10 GMT -5
Wow, your writing is awesome!
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Post by tabiris on Jul 24, 2007 21:27:04 GMT -5
It's ALWAYS fun to make Rosey OOC. true Wow, your writing is awesome! Thanks
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Post by tabiris on Jul 25, 2007 0:14:59 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]CTVFFP 2-3[/glow]
This is too confusing. First a statue that spawns one of Tony’s dead friends, then Rosemary, and now the things claim I called out to them subconsciously for aid. I need a break. Mye sat against the wall. She sighed heavily reflecting on all the bad luck that seemed to gravitate to her.
“Miss Mye you go rest I’ll clean up and fix dinner for everyone. Maybe I’ll be able to attract some of that bad luck my way.” The bottles in Mye’s potion closet clinked together as ghostly hands arranged them.
“That’s getting rather creepy, please stop.” Mye looked towards the potion closet.
“I’m sorry I can’t turn it off at whim. I require the part of the avatar that left with the Olaf form for such things.” The clinking ceased and footsteps made their way around the shadows of the room.
“Right… where is he anyways?” Mye got up and examined the potions.
“Deutschland, he’ll be back soon. His perfectionist attitude is annoying.” The ghostly hands wrapped around Mye’s shoulders slowly and gently. “Now please go rest. As the Rosemary’s crystal takes on Kavonn’s thoughts I take yours. Mental bonds hurt when the side that is but a receiver only takes worry and anguish.”
“Ok then.” Mye slipped from the grasp of the hands and made her way upstairs.
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Post by tabiris on Jul 25, 2007 0:15:22 GMT -5
Shorter part. more plot twists.
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Post by Angel--of--Music on Jul 25, 2007 16:32:03 GMT -5
Plot twists and inner monolouges are always great
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Post by tabiris on Jul 27, 2007 21:59:27 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]CTVFFP 3-1[/glow]
The food was just there. Nobody knew where it came from. Mye was sleeping. The food had just been on the table when Menu and Charby entered the kitchen to check on the scent. Clare was a suspect cook for the cooking but she was out with Zerlocke all day. Here it was though; a complete three-course dinner. And for Charby there were some blood pouches from the local hospital.
Charby had ignored the meal and made his way after the unfamiliar magic signals in the house. One led into the basement area that Mye did her magic’s and such. The signal was in the corner next to the potions closet. There was no sound of breath or signs of life, just the persisting aura.
“Did you not find the food satisfactory vampire?” The voice originated from the same shadows as the magical aura. “Or are you here for business?”
“Actually I just wanted to know what’s up with you.” Charby stepped back from the shadows a couple steps. Despite his most excellent night vision he couldn’t see the voices master. The hair on the back of his neck prickled and he wished he brought the Staff of Oswego down with him.
“Pray tell what that means.” The voice was now drifting about the room accompanied by soft footsteps. “I have only been assisting Miss Mye. Have you not noticed the elevations in her mood as of late?”
“What are you and why are you doing this?” Charby followed the footsteps using them to tell where the thing was. The footsteps were quite loud and deliberate sounding to his sensitive ears.
“I am a helper for Mye and thus the reason for my doing is in my self description.” Ghost arms wrapped around Charby quick and tight. “Now… go eat and relax… if you cause trouble for Miss Mye we will have a problem so do not ask about me. No trouble should reach her lovely ears by my account.”
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Post by Angel--of--Music on Jul 27, 2007 22:47:05 GMT -5
Nice. Awesome Plot twists happening here.
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Post by Amelius on Jul 28, 2007 3:18:52 GMT -5
GLEE! New fanfic! *happy jig* I'm really, really enjoying this, Tabris! Thank you so much for sharing this with us!
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Post by tabiris on Jul 28, 2007 18:32:36 GMT -5
Thanks much for the complements they make this all worthwhile.
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Post by tabiris on Jul 28, 2007 18:33:17 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]CTVFFP 3-2[/glow]
Charby exited the basement feeling severely humbled. He plopped himself onto the couch of the empty living room. It was so fast. It wanted me to think that I knew where it was. It seemed content to just make sure I wasn’t going to blab though. But why is it so attached to Mye? Best do what he said though.
“Charby? Is something wrong? You seem pale…er.” Mye had come out of her room and was passing the couch when she noticed Charby lulling in his thoughts. “I thought you were able to make up with Victor.”
“It’s not that Mye, something else is bothering me now.” Charby looked towards the basement door.
“What did Hex flip out on you or… ohmygoodness! You saw it didn’t you!” Mye stepped back. “I swear it started doing stuff on it’s own. I didn’t mean to call out to it. Did it hurt you?”
“I’m fine Mye. It didn’t hurt me. And in all technicalities I didn’t see it. I heard it though. It told me to not cause trouble by bringing it up so I wont.” Charby sat up. “Don’t let Zeno find out because that thing is quite taken with you and I don’t think the result of them meeting would be safe.”
“It wouldn’t indeed Charby. There would be an immediate standoff. Possibility of casualty is 67% in favor of Zeno if his Demon Scythe is effective.” Rosemary came into the room wearing Kavonn’s hat. “Don’t worry I’m another incarnation. You can guess who called to me.”
“I caught a glimpse of him. He’s no troublemaker. My hat if you please Rosemary.” Kavonn came from the shed behind Rosemary taking his hat from her. “But I think it best this conversation end for now. We don’t want an unwanted eavesdropper to find out about this one.
Meanwhile in the next room Tony overhead the conversation and was beside himself. How could they accept these pale imitations? Why would they? As much as Tony wanted Zeno to be humbled and dumped by Mye he hated this creature that stole the shape of Olaf and it’s other forms. He made resolve to find a partner with mutual feelings.
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Post by tabiris on Jul 28, 2007 18:34:34 GMT -5
It feels apropriet to say this at the moment.
Dun Dun Duuuuuuuuunnn
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Post by Angel--of--Music on Jul 28, 2007 21:26:28 GMT -5
I don't know if it was appropriate for the moment, but it was certainly random, and I love random.
Great chappie, by the way.
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Post by tabiris on Jul 29, 2007 12:44:56 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]CTVFFP 3-3[/glow]
There was a long spray of blood stretching across the ceiling as though something has slashed and wounded the very building. Below lay a crumpled female figure with green hair and blue eyes lay with a long gash across her chest that had ripped through the rib cage and torn her heart. Her expression was a nonchalant smile not as if she had welcomed the attack but rather it had been so fast she didn’t know it had happened. Her dress was purple soaked in blood that pooled around her. The room was quite empty besides though there was a crunch sound as some invisible force crushed her hand.
A nearby door opened and there was a scream. The scream pierced the morning forcing everything within 10 meters of the house, be they nocturnal or a daytime animal. “SISTER! NO! SISTER!”
Many hours and some difficult convincing later the victim was found to be a doppelganger of the true Rosemary. However this was still an unsettling incident. The doppelganger was in fact a house resident of sorts and the condition of the body suggested the death was not more than a couple hours old before discovered by Clare, who was now sleeping in the attic with Menu watched over by Kavonn, who was chosen because he was positively fuming and would likely kill whoever may be responsible. The Pedestal and basin in the kitchen had all but disappeared shortly after the discovery of the body and never did the materials surface.
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Post by tabiris on Jul 29, 2007 12:49:48 GMT -5
This part is a tad sudden and just kinda popped into my brain when i started writing this segment about and hour ago. It is a little less than i would like to happen lengthwise but the sudden twist intriged me and i didn't want it to slip away before i could make use. Make no mistake folks i am in the dark about what happens next to but it is constantly puting itself togething and blowing itself apart in my head when it becomes to unlikely.
and to ease in finding the pages for readers who just want to skip to the next part of the story i have made the individual story titles glow so they are more noticable.
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