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Post by --:AKP:-- on Aug 20, 2010 15:53:13 GMT -8
All things come to an end, and so it seemed strangely fitting that the sewer's end was only a little ways from this place. If you wanted to walk through the sewer to its end you would end up here, on a street that had been deserted for a long time. A place where even the ragdolls, immune to poison, fumes, and disease, rarely walked. 0 was sure that the sewer had gone past here once, because further along he had found another path like the sewer, but walk though he might he had never reached the end. He had tried to recall something he had read, Some tidbit of information he had discovered a long time back as a savior. He was sure it was relevant to this... But whatever it was had been lost long ago, along with the gift of reading and any fondness of the living. He could no longer walk that path. So he had climbed to the sidewalk and walked a short distance to the old fence. It was black and old and rusty, the same reddish brown that covered the emptiness or the human cars. There was a good deal of space between the bars, and 0 thought that it had likely been there more to mark the borders of the place then to keep anybody in or out. If you moved through these bars you would discover this place. What looked like foliage covered the old stones here. The plants were mostly brown, with some black in there if you came across the right grasses. Some were petrified. Most, though dead, remained only because those small things that had fed on them had also died. These would crumble to dusty fragments if he touched them, or maybe simply snap. Even the stones here seemed dead, though 0 supposed they had never really lived in the first place. They had inscriptions on them, and 0 had the distinct feeling that he had once been familiar with the names here, if that's what they were. This was the place where 0 could think. Where he could be at peace. This was the place where 0 was always just that. 0. Not an oddity. Not an enemy. Certainly not a NightHunter. Just 0. It was the place where ideas were formed. Ideas that would never bear fruit, because nobody else would ever hear them. This was the place where 0 did not hunt. A place where if any were to come who were willing to approach the creepily glowing figure, he would have spoken to them, and the words he spoke would not be those of threats or killings, but real words with a real person behind them, not just a predator. So as he sat on some old worn grave, he was quiet, and for some time unaware of his surroundings. A glowing figure in a dark night atop a cold smooth gravestone.
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Post by ZeroDude on Aug 27, 2010 19:14:44 GMT -8
Creepy. That's the first thought that came to 35's mind.
He wasn't really sure why, though, it just is. Looking around, he saw rows of large, gray stones, most covered with a small brown substance he couldn't name. Why am I here again?, he thought to himself. For the first time in his short life, 35 was a little scared.
He turned around, ready to leave, he saw something. In the dark of the night, he could only make out the shape of a ragdoll. Stepping closer, he adjusted his hat a little before holding his hand out and saying "Hi, I'm 35."
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Post by --:AKP:-- on Aug 28, 2010 17:37:33 GMT -8
((Are you here for the ocean thing?)) 0 stared down at the newcomer. Potential prey. However, that part of him that was still a person held him back. If he made a kill here it would become another hunting ground. It would lose that feeling of calmness, and in 0's mind, it would become mentally stained with oil. So 0 did not attack the newcomer. He hopped down from his perch on the gravestone into the remains of grass, the hundreds of images beneath his skin showing barely, casting a greenish glow on 0 and the other. Images of stitched forms in agony. Images of those whos souls had been his victims. 0 stood up to his full height as the ragdoll came closer, staring at it through a mask with no eyeholes, only painted black eyes. I'm 35... The words of the other rang in 0's head. He shut it out. In a whispery voice, 0 said, "No... I don't use names... No identifiers... only my name is important... only one I need to know... No names... numbers... identifiers..." 0 did not want to know the others name. A name meant you could tell who someone was. And that meant you could feel attachment. Attachment when 0 needed energy could cost him more of his soul... And his soul was already thin from the last time he had used it for nourishment. No, 0 did not want names at all. Names would endanger his survival. A name could kill him.
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Post by ZeroDude on Aug 29, 2010 20:36:20 GMT -8
OOC: Yeah, I am.
Watching the stranger hopped down from the large stone, 35 noticed that the other doll glowed with a strange green light. He had never seen anything like it, so naturally, he was a bit curious.
He probably would have stared at the other in awe, hadn't the unnamed doll said, "No... I don't use names..." 35 snapped out of his trance and said "Huh?" "No identifiers...", the stranger continued. "Only my name is important... only one I need to know... No names... numbers... identifiers..." A look of confusion showed on 35's face. What the heck does that mean?, he thought to himself.
Turning his head around, he once more looked around the strange place he was at. He then turned back to the other doll.
"Well ,why are you here? There's nothing but big rocks here."
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Post by --:AKP:-- on Aug 30, 2010 10:03:52 GMT -8
0 did not recognize the confusion on the others face. A long time ago he had lost almost all of his humanity. With it he had lost social skills, mercy, and a lot of knowledge and memories. 0 was bad at recognizing facial expressions. It was a human ability, and loss of humanity added to countless expressions of horror and panic floating beneath his skin had dulled his ability to tell what was shown on other faces. Despite that, six tiny--nearly invisible--optics located by his armored shoulders focused on the movement. He always focused on movement. It was natural for him. Why are you here, the other one asked. 0 tilted his head to one side, as if scrutinizing the other with the large painted eyes. "Here..." 0 tried to formulate a good sentence. "0 is here... Not being NightHunter. Thin... Thin..." 0 thought for a minute. How did that word end? 0 did not talk very much. "Thinking." That was it. Thinking.
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Post by ZeroDude on Aug 30, 2010 20:43:38 GMT -8
35 began to grow impatient as the other doll considered his response. Then, he noticed tiny shapes near the stranger's shoulders . They resembled six optics looking at him, which scared 35 a little. Ok, I've got to get outta here., he thought to himself, as he turned to walk out of the Cemetery.
"Here...", he then heard the stranger say. Turning back to the other doll, he felt a little guilty for trying to leave him. "0 is here... Not being NightHunter. Thin... Thin...", the strange doll said, as he thought for a minute. Nighthunter?, 35 thought to himself. "Thinking" the stranger finished.
"Well," 35 said, "What are you thinking about, and why come here just to think?"
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Post by ~♥adverb on Sept 1, 2010 20:22:10 GMT -8
((OOC: Do you mind if I join in? ^^))
Tidus wandered in a strange sort of zigzag, a step to the left, two steps to the right, as though she were half-walking, half-dancing to some strange rhythm in the back of her head. Mismatched optics half closed, humming a tune under her breath, the wind blowing her hair and dress about her... she was an odd sight against the cracked, barren land. There was no purpose or direction to her movement, often doubling back on itself, her face serene and her posture relaxed.
The wind carried snatches of conversation, and, interested, she stopped in her impromptu waltz and looked at them.
She took in the glowing 0 and the hatted 35, studying them, looking at all of their little details and drinking in the sight. Her eyes remained peaceful, impassive, perhaps slightly introspective.
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Post by --:AKP:-- on Sept 2, 2010 13:54:20 GMT -8
(Yes! Your presence is happily accepted.) "I thin...k of... losts of things..." 0 formed his sentence as he spoke, carefully placing the words. "World. Life. Wherer tun...nels goto. Losts." He was sure something was wrong with his words, but he was not nit-picky. He hadn't spoken in years, and that he remembered anything at all of words pleased him. Before he could answer the second question, his long leather ears twitched, funneling sound into his sensitive auditory sensors. Footsteps. He turned about, looking with his true optics, but making the motions with his head anyway, as was instinct. His optics locked onto the source of the sound, another stitch. It had long hair, and an oddly colored body. It wore clothing of some sort, and despite its odd mismatched appearance, it looked more human then almost any prey he had encountered. He felt a twinge of guilt, but was not sure from where the guilt came, and an odd sadness. He cocked his masked head to one side. "Why?" he asked simply. Not who, as most would have asked, just, why.
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Post by ZeroDude on Sept 3, 2010 18:09:03 GMT -8
(OOC:Sorry, I'm feeling a little lazy right now.) 35 watched as 0 said, "I thin...k of... losts of things...World. Life. Wherer tun...nels goto. Losts." Tunnels?, he thought to himself. What's he talking about? Before he could ask, 0 turned his head around, along with the optics in his shoulders. 35 looked where 0 was looking and saw yet another ragdoll, who seemed to be as strange as the one before him.
"Why" he heard 0 ask. "Why what?" he asked 0. However, he seemed to ignore the question. Turning to the new doll, he took a few steps towards her. He looked her up and down, studying her appearence. Then, he put his hand out and said, "Hi, I'm 35."
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Post by ~♥adverb on Sept 3, 2010 20:33:03 GMT -8
((OOC: Between 0 and Tidus, I don't think 35 is going to hear a lot of understandable dialogue))
Tidus inclined her head to the right, studying 35 as he came forwards and introduced himself. Her lips parted soundlessly, a whisper of nonexistent breath leaving her, and then the corners of her mouth turned up in a ghostly smile. "A voice, a word, a sound with all the meaning in your world, given like a gift, taken like a promise, heard like a birdsong." She knelt forward slightly, to be more on level with 35. "Did you know, little bird? Anything can be... the sound is less than the voice that gives it its heart." Strange message imparted, her gaze flickered to 0, eyes impassive, peaceful, yet curious. Intrigued.
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Post by --:AKP:-- on Sept 8, 2010 19:30:20 GMT -8
((lol I think you're right XDDD )) ((Sorry for taking so long... I've been busy.)) 0 glared at the first comer. Why did that one keep saying his name? "No names." he hissed. "Stop." He sank into his normal posture, a bent, animal-like half crouch, flexing his clawed fingers. Then he stared at the other one. She started speaking, and with 0's less-then-good language skills, it was impossible to make heads or tails of it. She did not give him time to sort out the words as they came from her, and so he understood very few of those she had spoken. 'Voice in your world gift taken like bird gives it heart' was what he understood of the odd girl's poetry. It made no sense, none. 0 shook his head, confused. "Can...cannt unnerstand your rhyme," he said to her.
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Post by ZeroDude on Sept 8, 2010 20:48:04 GMT -8
(OOC: I'm starting to agree with you two.)
35 felt a bit irritated at 0's hiss. Turning around to face him, he was about to respond when the newcomer started to speak. "A voice, a word, a sound with all the meaning in your world, given like a gift, taken like a promise, heard like a birdsong.", she said. 35 turned back around to see her kneel before him. She continued, "Did you know, little bird? Anything can be... the sound is less than the voice that gives it its heart." 35 stared at her, with confusion clearly on his face.
"Can...cannt unnerstand your rhyme," he heard 0 say. He then turned to the other doll, then back to the newcomer. "Yeah, I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you said either. Sorry," he told her with a bit of guilt.
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Post by ~♥adverb on Sept 10, 2010 17:20:21 GMT -8
Tidus did not seem at all unhappy that her meaning was lost. "The answer to the riddle is a name," she all but whispered in 35's audios, in the tone of someone sharing a secret. Straightening, she addressed both 35 and 0 this time, still wearing an evasive smile. "Little birds, whyever do you wander so far from your nests?" There was no scolding in her tone, but honest curiosity. "She wonders... perhaps seeking new skies?" Her words were slightly slower and more distinct. A gust of wind ruffled her hair and dress, but other than that she was almost perfectly still.
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Post by --:AKP:-- on Sept 11, 2010 10:31:31 GMT -8
That one 0 did manage to piece together, tough it took him a bit to do it. He thought about it. Seeking new skies. Seeking new places. Maybe. And maybe some odd fate had brought these other two... The first one and the rhyming one...Maybe something had brought them to him to seek new things along with him. 0 answered the rhyming one's words in something of a riddle. It seemed fitting. "I wan..wander here for quiet places, not for hunting, not for taking. But n..near this place new skies are lur...lurk..ing. Fly with me?" Words were coming more readily now, and 0 was discovering that short words were easier to use. Hi posture shifted again, to a less threatening way of carrying himself, and something about the new one he assumed conveyed a definite smile.
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Post by ZeroDude on Sept 11, 2010 14:43:41 GMT -8
35 watched the female doll whisper, "The answer to the riddle is a name." A name?, he thought to himself. Then, after straightening herself, she spoke to both 0 and 35. "Little birds, whyever do you wander so far from your nests? She wonders... perhaps seeking new skies?"
"New skies?", 35 asked. After a moment of consideration, he said, "Well, I don't really have a 'nest'. I'm just looking for other people, wherever they are."
"I wan..wander here for quiet places," he then heard 0 say. "Not for hunting, not for taking. But n..near this place new skies are lur...lurk..ing." 35 quickly turned around to face the glowing doll. "Fly with me?" 0 asked.
"Fly?" 35 answered. Then, an idea hit him. "Wait, are you asking us if we want to help you with...whatever you're doing?" he asked.
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