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Gyrre
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The massive purple-gray gargoyle could only fathom what kind of royals inhabited his destined castle. Would they be of the fair folk who care not upon the make of creature, or elitists and egotists that loath those that don't reflect their ideal model. Airborne figures interrupt his thoughts.
"Oh?" In mid-flight, Gyrre spotted the scene that Pingu and Ichak were creating.
"Na' thaa's a sight fer ya!" To him, was like watching a giant king-fisher swooping down to catch its prey.
"Agh! 'old th' phone. Is thaa' tae bein' Pingu!?" With shock and alarm, the gargoyle flies fast to the scene in fear the penguin was to be the made a meal out of. He pulled and gathered the elements of the area, and materialized a rough ball of undetermined matter about the size of a human skull. Gripping the ball, he took aim at Ichak...
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((Well, all in, I see. Let's get this show on the road.))
"A penguin journalist?" Procellifer replied with a smile to Vreni. "Not that I'm aware of."
Both Ichak's grab and Tyria's force spell hit Pingu at exactly the same time. The force bubble began to dip towards the ground, but slowly, like a sinking ship. The force spell also took effect on Gyrre's flung ball-of-indeterminate-'stuff', slowing its trajectory to a non-lethal speed.
The force bubble hit the ground in a sort of slow-motion, Ichak atop it like a surfer, ploughing to a stop just behind Procellifer's carriage, just before the road turned to shining silver. It nudged the carriage forward, just a little.
"I don't suppose you'd mind turning that thing off now?" Procellifer, encased in her own bubble of telekinetic energy to bypass the treacly effect of the air, asked Tyria. When she does so, the missile Gyrre had trained on Ichak would drop to the floor harmlessly, making a little 'tink' on the road.
"Now, shall we?" she asked, mildly, swinging open the door of her carriage so that whoever fancied could get in and squidge into the three spare seats.
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Vreni blinked at least half a dozen times at how smoothly things just kinda fell together and how calm this dog-eared woman seemed to be. It was.. surreal, to say the least.
Her white and orange eyes narrowed slightly before she decided that sharing a carriage with a surreal woman was preferable to (shudder) walking. With one last glance around, she sighed very lightly and reached for the carriage to haul herself inside.
Halfway up, she did give a glance back at Tyria, "Um.. call me if the penguin is dead."
Healing was by no means her specialty, so she was pretty much useless for putting Pingu back together as a living being if his little catapult charm didn't hold up through the forced landing.
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Proclifer had timed her question just right - the bubble of semi-solid air around Pingu was encased in flickered out of existance *PING!*. That was Pingu's queue to scramble out of the way before Ichak realises there isn't a bubble holiding him up any more.
"Cheers!", Pingu said as he turned to face Ichak,"You saved my bacon. Introductions later. There's a ball to go to!"
He turned again, to head towards Proclifer's carriage and to scramble into it.
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Gyrre
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Member #1568
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((I didn't say I threw it yet, but that works too!))
The gargoyle flew in closer and landed nearby. There sure were a lot of avatars gathered. Then again, avatars are always grouped together, and always in the most curious of places. No matter, upon seeing the road to the palace and the carriage, Gyrre had it all figured out. He walked in closer.
"Hail fair! I'm tae be assumin' this party is headed tae th' ball, aye?"
The gargoyle laughed. He had hoped no one saw him try to kill Ichak.
He introduces himself.
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Truth be told, it's left Tyria more than a bit bemused, herself.
She is, however, fairly quick on her thoughts, and is already in the process of canceling the forces thickening the air. The whole cloth collapses in a purely visual cascade, a shimmering ripple as the air shudders its way free of confines. Possibly a bit disturbing, with no sound or physical sensation to go with it.
Since Vreni has moved toward the carriage, so goes Tyria. After all, the penguin seems to be fine, the gryphon fine, their hostess fine. "That was a bit callous, Vreni."
No condemnation in her voice, just quiet information. She's a Sable, after all, and they're bred to be diplomatic!
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Ichak
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Member #4378
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Getting encased in a field of force wasn't what Ichak had planned on, but hey, as long as it worked. Once released, he settled gently to the ground as Pingu scrambled out of the way.
"Hey, it wasn't me. All I did was grab hold and go along for the ride," he said. "I'm Ichak, by the way," he said to all present with a bow.
Assuming there's still room in Mistress Procellifer's carriage, he'll ride with her, securing his belongings up top. If not, he'll fly, but he'll ask to put his bags on the carriage, and wouldn't be averse to hitching a ride up top from time to time.
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P.S. - The bird bites.
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"Hmm?"
The kithkin arched one ice blue eyebrow at her companion, "What? Oh! The dead thing. I thought you'd gotten over that. If he's dead, I can fix him. If he's not.."
She gives a light shrug, "Well, I doubt he wants me to patch up a broken leg, only to find out that it's not a dead, but whole, limb."
That and she was talking to a big bunch of non-humans, so she was definitely feeling more 'informal' than she was 'diplomatic'.
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And finally, the demon is at the scene!
"Greetings everyone," he calls, flashing a genuine smile. "I presume this is group headed to the ball? I am Priest Etsu, a pleasure to meet you all."
"Ichak," nodding to the avian who'd just introduced himself as he came up. Etsu then looks to the others, hoping they'll introduce themselves as well.
Knudging his steed, he'll keep pace along side the carriage as there already seems to be quite the group within.
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The Captain just watched the others take pretty swift care of the situation, the two girls still in his arms, and also watched as they quickly started to depart"hmm that's a bit rude, id of liked to of introduced myself" he shrugged it off and looked to the two girls "shall we?" he turns slightly to lead them back to his truck so that they can ride up there, once in the truck and they get going, he will follow behind the carriage.
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The girls watched the events as well as the following introductions with mild amusment. They made no effort to introduce themselves, figuring on doing that once they actually got to the ball. They follow along with Kilith as he start leading them back to his jeep, and along the way Mia thinks to her sister.
(Mia)*thinking to her sister*
You know, we could invite him to join us in the limo for the ride up.
(Lea)*thinking to her sister*
Mia! We haven't even gotten to the ball yet and already you're trying to get out of that dress?! At least wait until after the first dance.
The only thing noticable to the Captain would be that Mia shrugs her shoulders for seemingly no apparent reason as they three of them get to his jeep and the girls climb in.
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If eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being.
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"Tyria Spallings, for me." She managed to catch Ichak's introduction before she joined her Vreni within.
She does her best to stow her effects neatly away, settling tight beside Vreni to ensure there's plenty of room. "Still, you could have put it a better way. Yes, I know you have an easy attitude with death, but we can't all have your experience and knowledge. Most people see death as the end of ends, not something to be taken so... um, lightly."
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The Carriage
"I am Mistress Procellifer, and these are my maids," the demoness introduced herself, from within the depths of the furry hood that covered most of her face. The carriage became a bit of a squash with the addition of Vreni, Pingu, Ichak, and finally Tyria. Procellifer raised an eyebrow and Katarina giggled as the carriage sank on its axles when Vreni and then Tyria climbed in. Fortunately, with Pingu and Ichak weighing hardly anything, the carriage coped fairly well, and Hui shook the horses' reins and the vehicle pulled off.
The Jeep
As the Captain puts the Jeep into gear and starts, he'll notice that the number being displayed by his speedometer is nowhere near the speed he's travelling at. In actuality, the Jeep is travelling at approximately half of the speed that it's supposed to. If he tries to travel off-road, the speed will rise to what the speedometer says, but as long as he stays on the road, the Jeep will crawl along.
Outside
Etsu's horse will have no trouble travelling along the silver road, and neither will Gyrre ((assuming he's walking, since it hasn't been indicated otherwise)).
Later On...
Nothing unusual has occurred so far along the road, which in itself is unusual. There has been the odd, far-off sight of dragons and wyverns wheeling about, but no terrible earth-shattering event has come to disrupt the peaceful journey.
Until now.
The party reaches a bridge, and rather a long one at that. It stretches over a canyon, so deep that you can't actually hear the rushing water at the bottom. Believe me, it's there. There is a sign just before the road narrows into this delicate, silver thread, which reads 'Unstable Bridge: One Vehicle At A Time May Pass'. Given the order the procession has ended up in, it seems sensible that Etsu and Gyrre will cross first, as they'll hardly weigh as much as a vehicle.
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Ichak
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Member #4378
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The Carriage
Once settled inside the carriage, Ichak reached inside a pocket and pulled out a small, thick book. Its pages were yellowed and a bit crumbly at the edges. "Ichak Ossimagus," he replied to Mistress Procellifer, in case she hadn't heard him when he'd been oustide.
He will maintain polite conversation if anyone talks to him, but other than that he'll spend the trip reading. The title of the book, incidentally, is The Annotated "King in Yellow"
When everyone came to a stop at the bridge, Ichak peeked out the carriage window. "Unstable bridge, eh? Anyone here have a background in civil psychology?" he quipped. "Or a pack of playing cards?"
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P.S. - The bird bites.
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[OOC] How did I miss this updating? o.O;; [/OOC]
Vreni is not quite polite enough to start a conversation but, knowing her Tyria, she will helpfully support any conversation that the sable attempts to raise. She, too, peers out at the narrow bridge, though.
"Mm.. Why is it that we always run across rickety bridges? Where's a decent stone or iron bridge when you need one?"
It's a friendly gripe, though, acknowledging that, if anybody has to get out and walk due to a poorly made bridge, it's going to be her and Tyria.
"No cards, but I think I have some knucklebones somewhere.."
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{{'cause you're a bum! XO}}
Tyria knows she's a bit heavy for her height, and exceptionally heavy for her figure, but she gives their hostess a slightly flushed look of embarrassment when the carriage rocks so. "Heavy bones, sorry."
If it looks too crowded she'll volunteer to step back off; after all, she's good at walking and could probably keep pace since there are other walkers and a horse.
Failing that, and off they go, she tries to start up a light conversation. Starting with the question of where they're heading, of course. "I know the invite said Silver Castle, but I'm a bit embarrassed to admit I don't know where that is. Haven't heard of it, in fact, I'm sorry to say."
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Gyrre
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Member #1568
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Originally posted by Etsu:
"Greetings everyone," he calls, flashing a genuine smile. "I presume this is group headed to the ball? I am Priest Etsu, a pleasure to meet you all."
"Tis a pleasure, tae be sure!" Gyrre gives a nod of acknowledgment. "An' a bonny steed, 'ave ye!"
The gargoyle will near the horse and, if the horse does not spook, he will attempt to give his head a big friendly rub.
Gyrre chooses to walk with Etsu until they reach the bridge.
"Unstable bridge? Ach." The gargoyle inspects the construction of the bridge and tries to access the ratio of success the party will have in crossing. Of course, he also realizes that, having the ability to fly, he doesn't really have any concerns over his own mortality if the bridge is to drop.
"I kin tha' me big o' feet'll tae be stompin' first, aye? Ah har! Let's see if she's tae be fallin' unde' me!"
Gyrre, like the gentle ballerina he is, places the tip of his toes on the beginning section of the bridge and presses down to test the foundation. With a good belly laugh, he'll start to cross, and, in certain places, he'll jump up and down to make sure the bridge can take the weight of the party that would follow him.
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Etsu watches Gyrre test the bridge's stabilty and is a bit worried about his safety. Oh no, not from falling, but perhaps there is a troll under the bridge.. But one would think it'd have popped out by now.
The demon slides off his horse and looks over to the carriage and jeep. "Perhaps as a precaution we all ought to walk across the bridge? I'm sure either one of our flyers could catch the driver should the worst happen, though the horses.."
"But I'm sure things will be fine!"
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The Carriage
"The Silver Castle is, obviously, at the end of the Silver Road," Procellifer said, knowing how simplistic that sounded. "We're in fairytale country, so the road isn't necessarily fixed. Sometimes it changes its mind and wanders off somewhere else for a while. Sometimes parts of the scenery freeze or mutate or change into something else entirely. It's all very flashy and vulgar." The look on Procellifer's face clearly indicated her disapproval of indecisive roads. Goodness knows how she'd react to indecisive sat-nav.
On top of the carriage, Hui shrugged at Etsu's suggestion. With the thick windows of the carriage, nobody inside was going to hear, and she wasn't about to do anything without her mistress' permission.
The Bridge
Etsu is right to be concerned. Even as Gyrre jumps up and down on the bridge, a troll underneath it is getting a major headache. Swinging a huge, hairy arm over the top of the bridge, it hauled itself up until it was standing in front of the bouncing gargoyle.
"'Choo doin', bouncin' on me bridge, like? I oughta eat ya for that," it grunted, absently scratching an armpit. It was almost as big as Gyrre, huge and fat and hairy, but there was clear muscle underneath the fat. It wore a loose sort of kilt, and its wiry, black hair was tied into a straggly plait down its back. A tufted tail flicked around its ankles as it studied the gargoyle. It had obviously never seen such a large trespasser in its life.
((You may attempt to tackle the troll in any way you see fit. People in the carriage have no idea what's going on outside, but Etsu and the Captain (and possibly Lea and Mia, unless they're in the back or feeling particularly unobservant) will be able to see the whole scene unfolding.))
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Kilith leans out of his truck to check on the progress, only to see a large troll having a conversation with one of his new companions, he wasn't entirely sure what the thing was, nor did he know anything about the fantasy bedtime stories that apparently many hear knew. He simply decided to sit in the truck and watch, if things seemed to turn south than he would try his best to do something.
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Gyrre
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Member #1568
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Gyrre seemed pretty pleased that the bridge could hold his weight. After all, if the bridge were to break, it would be a shame to lose all of his new friends to the depths of a canyon so deep that you couldn't even... even hear the river... the riv... is that a troll hoisting itself up onto the bridge? =O
"Ah har! If she kin be haldin' me own bulk, shar'ly she kin be..." Gyrre turned around only to see the troll before him. "haldin'... yer... Ach."
Said by the Troll:
"'Choo doin', bouncin' on me bridge, like? I oughta eat ya for that."
"Eh heh," The gargoyle scratched the back of his head. A troll, eh? He wondered if they were anything like the ones back at home. Looked the same, talked the same, definitely smelled the same...
"Hail tae ye fair, lad. I'm tae be apologizin' fer th' bouncin'. Testin' this fair bridge tae see if she'll hald th' weight o' me friends, thar." Gyrre points to the carriage.
"So, I'm tae be wagerin' a toll is due tae cross, aye? Ah hah... ah... eh." Gyrre hated trolls.
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((OOC: *kowtow, kowtow* many apologies for missing several updates!))
As the carriage got increasingly packed, Pingu found himself squashed up closer and closer to the door. To save his little body, he ducked under the seating and into the space usually reserved for feet and snappy little dogs. It was undignified of him... but dignity could go hang if it gave him some breathing space.
Pingu shot his schnoz out at about the same time as the carriage and everyone else got to the Bridge.
"Are we there yet?"
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Ichak
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Member #4378
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Mistress Procellifer said:
((People in the carriage have no idea what's going on outside))
"Knucklebones might be the thing if he have to get out of the carriage and walk," Ichak said, "but I don't think conditions inside are exactly conducive."
He turned the page of his novel. "I don't know how much the carriage itself weighs, but if there's rope, you could prolly send the team across first and pull the carriage over after. If the bridge ain't too wide, that is. If you want me to get out and walk, let me know."
With that, Ichak went back to reading.
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P.S. - The bird bites.
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((Ah, sorry for the delay- uni, life, etc. Normal service will resume immediately.))
The Carriage
"Not quite." Procellifer replied to Pingu's question. "There's some sort of bridge here, it's one of those thin rail-less affairs, so thankfully someone else is testing the waters for us first. Hopefully not in a literal fashion."
Belén and Katarina giggled dutifully.
"The bridge will hold," she continued confidently to Ichak. "Silver and magic together make for an extremely strong alloy. Nothing to worry about."
The Bridge
The troll ran over what Gyrre had just said in its brain. Being a troll, its IQ was approximately in negative figures, so this took rather a while.
"Toll... yeah. The toll ter cross me bridge is... er... I eats ya. Yeah. So I'm gonna eats ya now."
The troll advanced in what it probably thought was a menacing fashion, huge arms out and flailing, shuffling steps drawing it ever closer to its prey. Indeed, it probably would have worked, and been intimidating, if Gyrre hadn't been three feet taller and about a foot wider than it.
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[OOC] Gastro bug and then kitchen remodeling going on. Ugh. [/OOC]
Vreni arched one ice-blue eyebrow and the impressively wealthy woman's status in her mind went down a notch or two. The kithkin might be curt and a bit lacking in social graces, but at least she was a tad more concerned about the strangers she found herself traveling with! (And she really had thought she was being nice about the whole dead penguin thing.)
"Um.. So... we're just going to sit around while somebody else figures out if the bridge is safe? ... and then we're going to just ride over a thin bridge without rails? ...and this doesn't strike any of you as a Bad Idea(tm)?"
She seems a bit, well... incredulous.
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