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Post by Richard El Britannia on Aug 24, 2007 17:20:24 GMT
Jack eyed the knife cautiously as if it might stab him again of it's own will. He wanted to throw the knife, but strangely, at the same time, he felt that he wanted to keep it. After all, he had no other possessions in this world other than his clothes, and they weren't exactly very nice possessions.
"Thanks, mate," Jack said, his anger at the man completely gone now. "What's your name, anyway?"
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Post by Surreptitious Cardboard Box on Aug 25, 2007 11:42:56 GMT
Felix eyed him warily. Of course now the kid had to ruin the moment by acting all sentimental. Couldn't he see that all Felix wanted was just to be on his way? For some reason he was still holding on to the knife, as if it had always belonged to him, as if he had completely forgotten what it had been used for. Felix sighed, running a hand through his hair to keep it away from his forehead. "You can call me Angelus," he said. "But now I've gotta go."
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Post by Otzlowe on Aug 25, 2007 19:06:32 GMT
Oliver had trotted over behind the two men, as they'd discussed the silly dagger business, not bothering to indicate having followed either of them. As he watched the one fellow pull the knife from the back of the kid, he stroked his beard thoughtfully. Interrupting his thoughts, he was compelled to ask a further question, giving himself away, "So, Princess. I know the kid came here with that in him, but, with him still being left with a dagger in his back... can people hurt others here? After all, he does have a wound." Oliver himself had tested whether or not he could feel pain, or be hurt, and thus far, nothing had happened. But maybe it's different, when it comes to one of us trying to injure another?
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Post by Surreptitious Cardboard Box on Aug 25, 2007 19:30:07 GMT
Felix looked horrified for a moment. Apparently Mr. Rag'n'Bones had given him a nickname, inaccurate and laughable though it was. "Look," he said, starting to get frustrated with how neither of these two men could leave him alone. "If someone tries to hurt you, it ain't gonna work. If you're not living, there's no way you can feel the pain, right? 'Far as I know, you get a wound; it's gonna close up. It ain't gonna hinder you in any way. Now this boy here - he's gonna have a hole in his back where the knife was, but I wouldn't be surprised if it were gone already by the time he wakes up tomorrow, an' hopefully I can do the same." He pushed past and continued on his way again, kicking up a few stones on the path in frustration.
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Post by Otzlowe on Aug 25, 2007 19:41:42 GMT
As the man had started off walking again, Oliver decided to keep pace with him, as though the man had asked him to follow. He didn't make any indication of doing it to be annoying, but the desire to follow him, as he was one of the only other two people he'd seen here, and he seemed to know where he was going. He couldn't help himself from another compulsive question, "We're dead, where is it that you've 'gotta' go?" He frowned at the man, as if he thought him to be a loon. He bit at the tip of his thumb, seemingly only half-concentrating, even after asking his question. This place is crazy. He thought to himself with a flicker of a grin, I wonder if there's more. Despite himself, he felt ecstatic, even though he led his life climbing mountains on his own... all these ages spent in them with not an idea there was another living soul around had made him excited to see other people. He stopped abruptly, before the man could respond, "My name is Oliver, from what I remember." He held a hand out to the man, even though he noticed that he seemed to want nothing to do with them.
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Post by Surreptitious Cardboard Box on Aug 25, 2007 19:50:32 GMT
Felix turned slowly, unsure how to react. This poor, sad man no doubt simply wanted some company. Felix wouldn't have been surprised if he'd been alone for a very long time and had gone half-mad with only himself to talk to. It would certainly explain his grotty appearance. He sighed and shook Oliver's hand semi-reluctantly, aware that the man might take it to be contractually binding of their impending friendship, or some other such horror. "Angelus," he said simply, and then, "I'm travelling," by way of an answer to his question.
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Post by Otzlowe on Aug 25, 2007 19:55:20 GMT
Oliver raised his eyebrow at 'Angelus,' questioning the latter part of what he'd said, "Traveling? Lad, there's not much here to see, believe me. I've been 'traveling' for centuries... I think." His eyebrow skittered further up his forehead, "Unless... you know where you're going?" He said a little disbelievingly. He looked the man up and down a bit, Oliver had already realized that the clothes he wore were far better than the types of clothing any of the commoners of his time wore. How long has this man been here, to know his way around, yet have the look of a noble, and only a touch of the attitude of one? He openly frowned at the man, his thoughts getting the better of him.
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Post by Surreptitious Cardboard Box on Aug 25, 2007 20:04:28 GMT
Now Felix felt awkward, for he didn't like answering these sorts of questions, mainly because he didn't know how to answer them, or didn't like the answers he had to give. "I've been around for a couple of years," he said by way of a reply, "and I've done a bit of moving around in that time. I just follow the path that's in front of me." He was not surprised by Oliver's admittance at how old he was -- or rather, would have been, if the afterlife allowed them to age. He had met many people who'd died centuries ago, and some who'd only been around for a couple of days. What did surprise him, however, was how little the other man knew about the world they were in. He claimed to have seen very little by way of interesting sights, and yet Felix had visited many settlements, not least the village he'd been in that very morning. He shook his head in disbelief. "You really have had your head stuck up in the clouds, haven't you?" he said, not unkindly. "Have you not noticed the town just a few miles south of here?" He pointed in the direction he had come from. "Down this path, see?"
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Post by Otzlowe on Aug 25, 2007 20:15:59 GMT
Oliver almost had to stop himself from gaping slightly, "I guess you lucked out then. Under that same philosophy, I've seen nothing by way of people of any form. Not even buildings." He eyed the visible mountain range a ways off from them with a little disgust. So, I wasn't just walking in circles, was I? This place must be... huge. As Angelus had pointed down the road behind him, he twisted to see what he'd meant, and found himself being able to see the tops of what he thought could be buildings. No buildings I've ever seen, though. He frowned again, at the buildings, feeling oddly saddened at the idea of never having seen such a thing before, "Up in the clouds... I guess you might say," He pointed to the mountain range he'd eyed earlier, grimly. "I've been stuck in those blasted teeth for ages now. I thought I'd died, and had to pay for my desire for adventure in life, by being doomed to wander in mountains forever." He resumed biting the end of his thumb, but didn't seem to notice, he even spoke around it, as though he had no idea what he was doing, "So, aside from that, do you know if there are more?" He looked slightly nervous for a moment, and scratched the back of his head slightly, "Mmm, well. That question doesn't matter. However, I'm curious if you wouldn't mind me tagging along for a while. I've not seen people before now, and I enjoy wandering myself." He looked vaguely expectant, but also seemed as though he'd anticipated disappointment.
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Post by Surreptitious Cardboard Box on Aug 25, 2007 20:29:49 GMT
Felix couldn't find it in himself to turn the man down. He had disgusting habits, and a weird accent, but ultimately he was the same as everybody else, stuck in a world he had had no choice but to visit, and left to make his own way around in a shit-pile of an excuse for a life. Felix hated having to control his behaviour and emotions and reactions for the benefit of others, but Oliver was the first person to have actually wanted to be with him. Most others were too busy self-pitying or moping, or too interested in staying where they were, even though it gained them nothing. The problem was, he didn't know how to say yes without feeling a fool. He didn't want to seem overly enthusiastic, but then disinterest might put Oliver off and make him change his mind. Felix settled for mild politeness. "Sure, if that's what you want," he said. "I guess at least you'll be used to sleeping under the night sky, huh?"
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Post by Otzlowe on Aug 25, 2007 20:38:25 GMT
"I'm starting to forget what a proper bed even looks like," He said bitterly. He stood, looking around him a bit, seeming slightly uncomfortable. He had more questioned, but decided that it'd be best to stifle them for the most part, Angelus had allowed him to come, and he wasn't about to drive off his only companion in ages with endless questions. He sounded a bit nervous as he started talking again, seeming unsure of what to say, "I'm just... curious... if following you will find me more than rocks, and cliffs." He came close to spitting the last word out, "And... the company would be nice, too." He attempted a vague grin, but still managed to look a bit nervous about it all. What is there in this place?
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Post by Surreptitious Cardboard Box on Aug 25, 2007 20:46:43 GMT
"I should imagine beds will have changed quite a bit since your time anyway," Felix pointed out, suddenly amused by the thought of Oliver seeing a modern bed for the first time. "They make them of metal as well, now, and you can get folding ones, too, that get stored inside a large seat." He tried not to sound patronising by giving simple explanations, but he honestly did not know what existed in the way of luxury back in Oliver's day. "Well, that's back on Earth, anyway. I've seen a few made here, but it's not easy unless you're a carpenter, and very few of that sort of item get transported here anyway." He sighed, rubbing his hand. "It's still hard, sometimes, getting used to the changes. It doesn't get any easier, does it?"
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Post by Otzlowe on Aug 25, 2007 20:57:20 GMT
Oliver sighed dejectedly, "I suppose they have, haven't they? In fact, I don't even know when it is... I don't know at all how things have changed." He eyed the men up and down slightly, "Aside from clothing." He added a tad hastily to the end of his sentence. As he'd tried to imagine what Angelus had mentioned, folding beds in seats, the most he could come up with was the image of a low bed, trying to fold into a simple stool. The idea puzzled him, and he wondered how people managed such a thing. However much all this confused him, Angelus' last comment pulled him from his thoughts. "I suppose... We're not really getting any older, are we? By the looks of it... neither is this... World." He glanced at both Angelus and the Kid, "And it seems like new people come to this world, not all of the same age..." He trailed off, the thought seeming to mystify him slightly.
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Post by Seph on Aug 25, 2007 22:27:48 GMT
Peneii slowly opened his eyes to find out he was lying under a huge tree. He glanced at his left shoulder to see a silver pocketknife sticking out. "I am dead" he thought. "I stabbed myself on the shoulder and now I am dead..." He was lying under the tree for a while when he decided to stand up and check out this strange place he ended up in. He was standing in a field full of bright yellow flowers. The sight of the flowers made Peneii feel disgusted. A few miles away from him he saw what looked like a forest. He started thinking about where he should be heading when he felt something on his legs. He looked down to see a little cat. "A cat" he muttered. He gently grabbed the cat and after a few seconds passed he realised it was his cat Mittens. "Mittens!" he said loudly "How the hell did you end up here? Well, come on. We must find someone to explain where the hell we are." He started moving down a path near the tree where he was...
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Post by Richard El Britannia on Aug 25, 2007 22:48:58 GMT
Jack stumbled on, a little behind Oliver and Angelus. Like Oliver, he wanted company, somewhat. Although, he didn't seem to want it as much as Oliver seemed to. He played about with the knife, looking at the scenery as he walked. It seemed much like an old cartoon with the repeated backgrounds he watched in his youth. This made him groan. He hated that kind of thing now.
"Hey ... Where are we going?" He asked. He hadn't really been listening to everything that had been said, even if they had mentioned where they were going. "I'm getting a bit sick of ... the yellow ... ness."
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