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Post by Skeleton Key on Jul 10, 2006 14:44:20 GMT -5
The creature's noises faded, but the Baud's didn't want to loose the creature without asking about how it knew there names. They looked at each other and ran after the sound of clanking metal. Jack Collier, you aren't suppposed to play as other people's characters, only the ones that you control.
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Post by Phoebonica on Jul 10, 2006 16:02:21 GMT -5
(Okay then...)
Sunny shrugged, opened the door and ran after the creature. There wasn't much it could do to hurt her, after all, since she was already dead.
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Jack
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2006 10:25:44 GMT -5
Oooh I am sorrryyy. I thought they didnt know what the metal thing was and I was gunna make it Esme, but I see now that there is someone playing the Robot. Instead: The children hear Esme cackle in the backround. "Cackle Cackle!" Esme cackled. "Of course you can. We always need more volunteers. Cackle Cackle! Oh, you should cackle too becuase cackling is IN!"
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Post by jtb on Jul 11, 2006 10:57:39 GMT -5
Meanwhile, away from the cackling and chase and mechanical robot, a swamp, oasis size, started to bubble softly. Brownish green water gently lifted up at an angle in the middle of the pool. Bubbles flared and grew, popped and gurgled. Out of the night, a devilish, troll of a thing erupted. His green fangs bared against the moonlight. His horns on his head glistened sharply, too. His tattered and swampy robes were swayed under teh dripping swampwater. Dewey Denoument's figure stepped out of the swamp in such speed, no human could get out of water that dirty that fast. He smiled, and his knotty body erupted out of his back. It seemed to fold out of itself. Two wings, each three feet long, exploded out in a fury of flesh and blood and muck. Dewey thrust his body upwards and he waved his wings. He flew into the air towards Prufrock Prep...
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jul 11, 2006 11:29:42 GMT -5
Ernest pressed his most solid spot, the heel of his left hand, against the windowpane. He had no idea of his supposed brother's likewise engagement, but he felt that he ought to do some checking up on these...these...Baudeliares. I personally believe that it was instinct.
Before leaving, he traced a small spiral in smoke on Frank's forehead, hoping that it would have lasting effects. And with a hissing, sarcastic, "Goodnight, dear brother." he jumped out the window.
OOC-Who wants to be Frank?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2006 12:29:35 GMT -5
Soon after Ernest escaped Frank woke from a trance Ernest placed on him. He looked at the broken window. As he looked, he wonder why he didn't feel angry. Of course, he had no anger any more. It was all in Ernest. Now all he could feel was mild annoyance. He was destined to spend his days care free, one with the universe in a perpetual state of joy. He looked once more at the window. He had to get Ernest back!
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jul 11, 2006 12:33:08 GMT -5
OOC-OMG, you're psychic. You've actually hit having a shadow side/doppleganger like this on the head, except the original person is left with no feelings at all. I didn't expect anyone to know that. *raises eyebrow* Have you been reading "The Numb Brother"?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2006 12:41:53 GMT -5
No, it's just obvious when you think about it. If Ernest was made of all the bad emotions then that would leave Frank with only good emotions. It's just common sense people!
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jul 11, 2006 12:43:17 GMT -5
Not for long, actually. Soon he'll want to be an entire person, and have good emotions and love and all that, and Frank will be left an empty shell.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2006 12:47:40 GMT -5
Frank might take him first though, and then you would have a nice twee ending where good triumphs over evil. However this would never happen in real life and Frank's body would be left empty all independent thought. It's just common sense people!
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jul 11, 2006 12:49:31 GMT -5
He'd be able to think, just not feel emotion.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2006 12:50:27 GMT -5
Meh.
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Post by jtb on Jul 11, 2006 20:55:38 GMT -5
Dewey soared over Hotel Denoument. He saw his anger-propelled brother Ernest running towards the city. He dove down in front of him. His swampy wings churned back into his body. His robes fluttered in the pitch-night breeze. With an unearthly growl mixed with a harsh rasp mixed with a roar, he said the bone-chilling words. "Good evening, brother." He smiled devilishly.
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jul 11, 2006 21:39:10 GMT -5
Ernest skidded to a stop. You could see the moon through his smoky forehead. He glared. "Good evening."
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Post by jtb on Jul 11, 2006 22:22:24 GMT -5
Dewey chortled a deep booming thump. "Brother, I have nothing against you. I have always been there for you. Have I ever asked you for anything? No. I have remained hidden in a swamp outside your hotel for thirteen years and I get this. Ernest, it's time we talk."
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