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The pixy smiles and nods as Vall comments about no time for playing. "Yeah, now isn't the time for that kind of stuff. Uh...your feet are hurt? I'll see what I can do"
Once she readies the throsper for Val, Reica shoots the feet with the healing node in place. It might ache slightly for a moment, but aftert that Val's feet should feel good as new. Just in time for the performance too! As the mistress begins the dance, Reica gives a thumbs up. Although a worried glance crosses her face as she overhears Bruno's comment about something being missing.
Horror upon horrors! A Broken ankle? As soon as Val is in Bruno's arm, the pixy if flitting about her feet, shooting them repeatedly with the throsper in order to accellerate healing. in whatever ankle had been broken. Since it is just the small throsper, Reica has to use several shots to get the required effect. While Val may not have heard Pighams comments, the little pixy did...and there is a certain amount of anger on her part.
It times like these that tempt her to use the really dangerous nodes. But Reica is too kind at heart, and manages to curb the urge to severely wound Pigham. Right now she'd rather get out of this place. Now that Eleven had her face...erm...facelessness back there was the distinct possability of escape.
That is, if Reica could get Eleven's attention away from Thalamasa.
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Kentou Morningstar said:
...he runs up to Val, producing a small flower out of tissue paper and bent wire and holds it out to her. "Preeeetty," he says happily.
*turns and pat-pats Kentou*
"Oh how sweet. What an adorable child. I do so cherish all of my young fans."
(But this is certainly no place for children! I have to get this innocent boy out. If I was to battle Pigham, the entire hotel could wind up getting destroyed by the conflagration. Thankfully, Bruno carries many useful accessories for such occasions...)
"BRUNO! We need a 'Welcome Mat', pronto."
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Sprite Hotel First Floor Lobby
*to Kentou*
"Sorry kiddo. You can play here and make your own Hell where you won't get hurt."
I slide an "ENTER The Dream" Welcome mat along the lobby floor that should knock Kentou off his feet and on to the mat, sending the kid straight to the beginner threads.
Sprite Hotel Lobby (a few moments ago, before Val's dance)
Kentou looks at the mat slid beneath him even as he hangs in mid-air as if gravity were merely one of a wide variety of options at this particular moment. He consider the mat while scratching his head and then snaps his fingers. "I remember that place... that's the way to the place with the mean woman who won't let me buy souls!"
He folds his arms over his chest and sighs. A moment later, gravity takes hold and Kentou drops out of the hotel...
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((For the record, 'I've lost my Hell' is the winning phrase of this entire thread.))
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((Oy, so much can happen in just two days 0_O))
Maus saw Val's fall with his heart caught in his throat. He looked crestfallen at the lady's triumphant, if dramatic, exit
... They had lost the protection of a Diva....
Well.
They had no other choice but to at least secure the intercession of another. At least while Maus and company watched the chilling finale to this most unusual development.
The tiger mutters something under his breath, and then quietly says: "Callas Shield!"
And shields in the effigy of Maria Callas 
appear around the non-combatants, exercising their influence (not to mention their considerable ego) on them. Not quite the Dancing Yin, but at least it would do. He hoped.
To cheer up the mood a little, he offered a little snack to those near him and held out a bag:
"Pork rinds?"
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-Thank you Denise, this is absolutely gorgeous!
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Arc watched, speechless, as events played themselves out. Everything happened too fast for him to do anything, not that he had any clue what to do, really. This wasn't going down at all like he expected.
As Pigham arrived and Val and Bruno departed, Arc's jaw dropped open. Part of this was utter surprise, but another part was the huge disappointment he felt regarding Val's character. "I gave up my best opportunity to escape...for this?!" the dragon thought to himself, frustrated and bewildered. "She practically begs me to protect her life, then just up and leaves after a twisted ankle and some grade-school level taunting?! The so-called 'source of light' she so desperately wanted to keep safe given away without a second thought?!"
Arc felt like he'd been used and discarded like a disposable tissue, and inwardly battled against a growing anger because of it. It was an anger directed more at himself than the Dancing Yin, though. He couldn't believe he'd been so easily duped. It was that "Shock and Awe" strategy of kisses she'd bombarded him with earlier. Damn his weakness for pretty women! ><;
The dragon slowly turned his gaze toward Pigham, but not with the adversarial look he'd been expecting to display. With Val gone, there was no longer a need for him to confront the porcine at all. And as a result, he slowly stepped out of the way. Pigham and Thalamasa deserved each other, as far as he was concerned. Hopefully the pig would reciprocate and stop blocking the way toward the exit.
He nodded an acknowledgement to Krinelle as she approached. "Welcome back. I was just about ready to blow this joint. You wanna come with?" Arc idly wondered why so much of his attention during this ordeal had been focused around 'escape.' He shrugged. Probably just one of those things.
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Lean, mean, pixel machine. (Image courtesy of Thalamasa.)
(Full image and poem list in profile.)
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The muse is somewhat surprised as Val does her incantation and she suddenly finds herself changed. Her form wavers and distorts a moment until she reappears wearing the same outfit as in the artwork. For a moment she is confused as to how this happened, then she realizes.
~Too many creative energies interchanging here. What the hell am I wearing? Pink? Eugh.~ With a simple hologram, Eleven modifies the top to be a deep rich burgundy red. ~Ah, much better. It's not a bad design, just...pink.~
Surprises do not end with the simple change of outfit either. On top of that, the muse finds herself in possession of a yin/yang. A magical yin/yang. ~Great....just great... I've been given a black and white tadpol icon. What's their magic? Turning into frogs?~
She lets the icon hover in midair, spinning lazily as she feel somewhat resentful that she'd been given the disk. Although as Val is carried away by Bruno, Eleven manages to feel a bit of amusement.
~Ah yes, truly a diva there. But muses like me are not meant to be main players. Unlike Val, I far prefer my manipulations when I am not in a spotlight.~
For Thalamasa's benefit, Eleven makes holographic text to read.
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Fine. I don't want this froggy thing. The pig can have it.
The icon spins faster in the air, and Eleven turns her facelessness towards Pigham. ~Hey Pinky. I've got something for you. Catch.~ At this she flicks the icon towards Pigham, which travels in a lazy arc towards him...
...and manages to stick itself into the ceiling, lodged right above his bald head. With a lazy stretch, Eleven reaches out and takes hold of Reica where the pixy had been hovering near her head. Odd little pixy, the muse all along had been quite aware of Reica... As if she could forget the sprout when Reica was so linked to Maerd. Provided Eleven manages to take hold of Reica, the muse simply moves the pixy to sit upon her head. After this she hovers towards Arc, Maus, and Krinelle.
~I think I've had enough of this place. You ready to go?~
With these words Eleven begins gathering her energies to create a portal out of the hotel and into the open link drift of the rest of the Dream. In her estimation when the avatars go into the open drift, they will gravitate automatically to their appropriate threads.
~Not that this hotel is horrible...I need a vacation. And this is NOT my idea of one.~
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Flitting by Eleven's head, Reica is just getting ready to pull at her earring to get the muses attention. But before Reica has the opportunity to take hold of the golden hoop, she finds a hand converging on her.
"Eep!" A moment a panic causes her to begin zooming away. However Eleven's movement was so sudden that Reica is captured...only to be set free in the land of follicles.
With a dumbfounded expression on her face, Reica clings to a couple errant strands of hair. The movementof the muse is smoother than Reica is used to people being. Most people have odd little involuntary movements that will shakes thepixy around. Eleven however seems to react with now movements whatsoever. Every motion seems calculated and deliberate.
Which strikes Reica as even more creepy than the lack of face.
When Eleven offers the portal out, Reica soon displaces the creepy feeling with joy. "Yes!" She cries, flitting of of Elevens head to hover by Maus and Arc. "I've been injured too many times here already! Who knows what will happen if we stay here any longer?" Her glances of concern to Maus and Arc, causes her gaze to land on the pork rinds. Curious, the pixy flits to investigate what Maus is eating. Maybe it's some kind of sugar.
Touching doesn't clue her into what the substance is, so Reica breaks off a tiny section to nibble on and taste. Reica pales, and then turns and even brighter shade of green before spitting out the bits of pork rind. "Ew! Yuck!"
The next moments are spent furiously trying to get the horrible taste of burnt pig out of her mouth.
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Broadcasting from Krinele's orb card, in the hand of Pigham | Signal source from the Mythic Eye pendant around Pigham's neck | Pigham standing at the stairwell door to the First Floor Lobby Entrance
"But I am incapable of defying you Pigham. You have been granted access to all possible scenarios in which you may achieve the victory you describe. But only you can initiate which exact strands to navigate in this realm to make your desired outcome the reality. Seeing the vastness of infinite possibility is beyond the scope of practical use for most mortal minds, for such..."
*silenced*
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Stairwell door to First Floor Lobby Entrance
*hurls Krinele's orb card against the stairwell wall*
"USELESS! Utterly useless!
I don't know how Elroar tolerates that cryptic droning bore. Give me a good backstabbing demon any day. Sure, they're out to screw me over, but I can work with treachery--at least I get results! How can one navigate a million possible victories, I JUST NEED ONE RIGHT NOW!"
*dabs forehead with hanky*
*to self* There is no time now to master the icons. Time has suddenly become my true arch enemy. I have spent years studying the recorded legends of the icons, charting their every nuance of influence. But book knowledge from Byrol's Chart is not the same as wielding the actual icons under crisis conditions. I shall master them--true-true, but later, beyond this thread, armed with a properly-crafted focus, not a sprite rush job.
The important thing is that I have them... all but two. So first, I must obtain the icon of Dynamic Balance, now in the hands of the faceless muse known only as Eleven!
*steps into the main lobby*
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Mari & Eleven said:
Fine. I don't want this froggy thing. The pig can have it.
The icon spins faster in the air, and Eleven turns her facelessness towards Pigham. ~Hey Pinky. I've got something for you. Catch.~ At this she flicks the icon towards Pigham, which travels in a lazy arc towards him...
...and manages to stick itself into the ceiling, lodged right above his bald head.
I stare directly at Eleven, grinning sinisterly, feeling no need to follow the trajectory of her toss.
"Foolish muse! My magicks created the initial bricks, mortar and pixels forming the very skeleton of this rapidly transforming hotel. Ho-ho! And I assure you that the walls are still sensitive enough to respond to MY INTENT!"
I grin and twitch my hand, using my telepathic skill crumble the ceiling material that clasps the icon, so it falls directly into my hands without me ever losing eye-contact with Eleven (or 'blank face' contact as the case may be)
"The Dynamic Balance Icon is now in my possession!
Yes-yes. Good-good. With this I shall achieve perfect balance, perfect flow with the way of nature, and with such equanimity, comes the power to bring forth psychedelic transformation upon demand!"
*sees Eleven, Reica. Krinele, Arc Nova and (presumably) Maus all depart from The Sprite Hotel (though it is difficult to tell if Maus is leaving under all of the shields of floating goddess imagery)
"Yes-yes, flee like the cowards you are, no better than the discredited gimp once known as The Dancing Yin. Oh, and fear not Krinele, despite the unsuitability of your trinket, Pigham does not renege on an agreement (something that cannot be said of certain other goddesses)."
*hold up the blank PA card*
"For now that I have the Yin-Yang icon, I wouldn't dream of not 'capturing' Krinele's likeness or any avatar's whenever I see fit to summon them. All possible minions are but an illustration away to service me as I see fit!"
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*turns attention to the cocky goddess crowing in the center of the lobby*
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Thalamasa said:
"Well, come on, fatty." She looked about the room. "What you want is in this very room. I've practically given you powers as strong as mine. Take the last icon, and then, and only then, will I show you for the fool you are."
She crossed her arms..and stood, simply waiting for the Pig to make his move.
"Thalamasa you are certainly not the first god (or goddess) I have had to tangle with. I am quite skilled at combating foes with far greater powers than mine."
While I speak, I move in a pacing and subtle crisscrossing fashion about the lobby floor, never coming too close and keeping my movement contained within a certain circumference. I go into a scholarly suspense-stalling speech, explaining the power of the final icon (partially for the sake of Youkai, Satan curse his soul).
"Ahh. So you hold the wands of Measurement & Magic, the icon granting the power to manipulate the physical universe around you: The ruler wand, capable of transforming the world via technology and science, all wonders derived from the simple concept of measurement. And the star wand, giving the user control over the 'immeasurable', the 'magical', or that which cannot be approximated through grids and numerals."
I continue speaking, moving in a deliberate pacing pattern, but with my focus fully on Thalamasa, even as I briefly turn my back to her.
"But do you possess the skills, or dare I say, even the will to even use such a power? Is it not I who am the true warrior, the one who initiates, executes and stirs the pot of reality, rather than merely sitting back and reacting? Was it not my machinations which resulted in the elimination of all the other contenders? "
"Quacky was crushed! Master Mu fled rather than face me. Waldo was summoned and disposed of like the crumpled sheet of a bad draft. The great dreamer himself, Zen-Dao Meow, and his blonde hottie, who arrived with such sweet musical fanfare and attracted so many allies--coldly snuffed out by the spell of my minion, Youkai Morningstar. And let us not forget the idiot do-gooder, Hollis Spirit, duped into healing my paralysis and then merrily sent on his way. And of course, there was The legendary Dancing Yin, brought down by a single misplaced card held firmly in my grasp. So you see Thalamasa, your impending doom is just as certain, as certain as I stand before you!"
All along, while distracting Thalamasa with my blend of taunts and lecture, I have been discreetly executing my victory plan. I punctured a hole in my slacks pocket, and crumbled a piece of summoning chalk so that tiny grains of powder would spill down my leg and leave a very minute (nearly undetectable) trail along the lobby floor. The width of the pattern is but a few grains, but it is enough to create the pattern of a magic circle, the protective pentagram!
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The Final Move... [my proposed victory move!]
Sprite Hotel Main Lobby (within the pentagram)
I suddenly extend my right arm and concentrate all of my mystical skills on the telekinetic grab to simply YANK the wands from Thalamasa, collapsing them back into their icon-size form and sending them flying into my waiting hand. My telekinesis should protect me from any physical assault and the pentagram should protect me from any magical assault.
But whether I am successful at acquiring the final icon or not, I figure this is my final shot, so even if I fail to grab the icon, my next move will be to collapse the inner structure of the entire Sprite Hotel bringing it crashing down upon her (including all of her fancy renovations!).
Thalamasa manifests herself as a mortal sprite, subject to the frailties of mere flesh and blood, so the collapse should kill her!
As the Sprite Hotel comes crumbling down, I attempt to summon the traveler demon Kashmir, who I may now control more fully with my new accessories. I summon Kashmir to take me to a secure realm, a higher realm, where I sit in my proper Pigham form, beyond the pixel limitations of sprites, where the icons I acquired here can be studied without distraction and used to ultimately escape and transcend all realms!
((Final post to the thread, awaiting my ultimate fate.))
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Proper Music 
Thal watched Pigham calmly as he walked, spinning so that he was never behind her at any point.
"You're absolutely right, I'm not nearly as useful with them as you are, Pigham."
As he makes the grab, Thal does not resist, simply letting the wands go as she watches the pig. Ah, the hotel was crumbling. No matter. "Go on, you idiots, get out of here." She says, calmly, waving her hand. "Can't have you dying for no reason."
She taps her foot, as the last Original Avatar meditates.
"You see, you blind idiot. I've learned a few things. Of course I can't out-strength you, you've been doing this longer than I have. I'm used to being weak, and by god, I'm good at it."
She takes a breath, continuing. "Next on the list, I also knew that while I could crush you as I please, that wouldn't be entertaining. I really and truly needed to win in a way that was worthwhile. And I have, Pigham. For you see."
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"Let us leave our icons here, Sevrin... These icons will only become fakes where we are going..."
"Those icons, you fool, are pixelated. They are essentially of /my design/. Once I am dead, as I am about to be in a couple of minutes here, my stomach's been penetrated, you won't have the benefit my existence has given you."
She chuckles again, cracking her knuckles. "So, you'll leave, Pigham, and I'll die. You've won NOTHING. You've destroyed your own hotel, you've been humiliated, and your victory is as hollow as you are."
She coughs, now. Yep. Bleeding profusely. She's used to giving long death speeches, though. "I took that one icon for a reason, Pigham. /Learn/. Remember when this was just a contest, before this reality formed? The entire purpose was to get people to learn. Mu learned, he left. You leave, Pigham, having learned nothing."
She waves around the collapsing room. Presumably, people are not dumb, and GOT OUT. "You see all this, Pigham? It means nothing to me. Nothing."
She let her feet touch the ground, coughing up a bit of blood.
"And now, Pigham, good night. I'll be cleaning up in a week."
That said, the pixellated goddess kneels, and then falls forward, quite dead. She then poofs into a little cloud of green and purple dust, which quickly dissipates, leaving only the rather large shard of ceiling which had stabbed her in the back.
Pigham, of course, would probably be leaving right about now.
((And Thal's dead for a week. Expect me to spend a week trying to figure out what the hell to do for you all. ))
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Eleven opens her hands in a circular motion, and a gateway opens as they seem to widen it. Through the portal seems an empty space, muted grey in tone with shimmers of light streaking through. Looking closely the streaks of light prove to be lines and thread, linking different parts of the dream. The entire aspect seems like a huge integrated spiderweb that shimmers and some sections even glow.
~Ah, so that's what it looks like.~ Eleven ponders as she views the other side through the avatars eyes. A warm wind from the portal messes up her hair, but she pays no mind. ~There you go folks, the Dream Express. Passage is free of charge and you may exit at any thread you desire. ~
~Watch your step everyone.~ Eleven hovers through the portal, wind blowing her hair and clothing around as she's entering. Once inside she takes hold of a nearby thread and it slowly begins pulling her away. She salutes to the others before she seems become a mote of light and is yanked into the thread.
The portal however stays open, a good thing since the hotel is just beginning to crumble. It will stay open for perhaps half an hour. Plenty of time for anyone to escape. Meanwhile, this muse is checking out.
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Lobby
Krinele's ears drooped as the battle of Cross Words started. While Pigham began his speach, as Eleven's portal formed, she bolted.
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Upstairs.
Oralee had no idea what was about to happen, she realized... and someone had to play the hero. The steps taken with a renewed energy, she flew up the flights entirely like one wouldn't expect someone with as much mass in her tails to do, to the Fun Suites.
Oralee Fun Suites
With Oralee's PG's Permission
Krinele grabbed Oralee and started hauling her towards the stairs, amidst some protestation over the apparent mistreatment. This all changed with a startled yip, however, as the building started to crumble around the two.
Stairwell
It's not entirely certain who was leading who at that moment as the two tore tenaciously through the trip, but Krinele did mention "portal, downstairs, pig blowing place up" somewhere along the line, providing what motivation wasn't immediately apparent with the crumbling bricks around them.
Lobby
As Kashmir is presumably portaling the pitiful (and apparently soon-to-be iconless) Pigham away, perhaps at the great delight of the demon for seeing Pigham's plans purloined perfectly; Krinele pilfers the sprite&carded version of the orb her PG had made as she flings past its eventual landing space. With a casual tail maneuver, she shoves Oralee forward and through the portal, chasing behind moments later herself.
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About 4 minutes after portal was opened.
"Well... *pant* we're safe. *gasp* For now... *huff* Looks like Eleven... rigged together access to all the threads of The Dream from here. I think I'll head to a beach resort... one with cabins. I don't think I could stand to be in another hotel..."
She looks down at the control card, the small object struggling to attain a non-sprited version, "Maybe I'll find a use for this thing... once it settles into a more robust form."
She takes her time peeking over the various available threads, in case Oralee should wish to say something complimentary, or even simply ask directions on someplace to go.
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((Gyeh... thanks... @.@))
Priestess of The Order of DatBan, High Herald of the Holder of The Pointy Stick.
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Mari & Eleven said:
~I think I've had enough of this place. You ready to go?~
"Thank you. I thought you'd never ask."
As the portal appears, Arc steps through without a second thought. Whatever happened between Thalamasa and Pigham after that was no longer any of his concern, in his view.
He returns unharmed to the thread from whence he came.
THE END
After a moment, the credits begin to roll.
| Alright, people. STAFF: | | Program | - Bruno
 - Elroar
 - Furilius Pitch
 - Hollis
 - Manchia
 - Master Mu
 - Master Zen-Dao Meow
 - Pigham
 - Quacky
 - Sevrin
 - Val
 - Waldo
 - Wendy | | Executive Producer |  - Thalamasa | | Hell Production Unit |  - Debbie Devil Twins
 - Kashmir
- Kentou Morningstar
 - Pain
 - Youkai Morningstar | | Backgrounds | | (image link broken) - Oralee Hoa | | Magic FX |  - Maus Merryjest | | Music | | - Arc Nova | | Support | - Eleven
- Reica Selen | | Quality Assurance |  - Mischa
 - Ratter | | Manual |  - Brian Virgil Conan | | Special Thanks |  - Krinele Fullin |
© 2004 Thalamasa Spriteware, Inc.
Licensed by Napping Cat.
THANK YOU FOR PLAYING
A WINNER IS YOU!
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[OOC]: Just want to mention that this post in no way means that others shouldn't continue to post here if they want. I'm just being silly is all. [/OOC]
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Lean, mean, pixel machine. (Image courtesy of Thalamasa.)
(Full image and poem list in profile.)
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((OOC: This post is specifically designed to make Baby Thal cry  and download the Mp3!!))
Maus sighs and looks at the hotel around him as it falls to its pixelated doom. "Oh well, that's the way the sprite crumbles, I guess."
Then he looks resolute towards Eleven's portal, and even takes a few steps in its direction... when he realises something.
"Hell, no! If Val can make smashing -albeit sad and dramatic- exit, why can't I? I'm not one to be upmanned!"
He spins around (fortunately missing a falling piece of pixelated masonry) and in the blinking of an eye, he is clad in a sparkling white tux, top hat and cane.
" Music, Maestro!"
As the cue begins, Maus sighs and leans on his cane, and looks at the devastation happening around him.
"You know what they say...."
And he breaks into song....
~Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad.
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle,
Don't grumble, give a wistle!
And this'll help things turn out for the best...~
~ And... ~
A spin, and a tip of his hat in the direction where Thalamassa expired and he begins to dance
~Always look on the bright side of life!~
He whistles a bit and hops over to what remains of the crumbling staircase, doing a little kicking number as he descends its quickly-disintegrating steps.
~Always look on the bright side of life...
If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten!
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing,~
This he demonstrates by hooking his cane around the banister and swinging to the floor... just in time for the banister to give way. He essays a pirouette with his top hat in hand, but a falling piece of the staircase ends up taking it from his hand. So he goes on singing.
~When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps,
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing!
And... always look on the bright side of life...~
~Always look on the bright side of life...~
For life is quite absurd,
And death's the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bang~
As if on cue, one of the walls collapses with a resounding rumble
~Forget about your sin -- give the audience a grin,
Enjoy it - it's the last chance anyhow!~
He begins a kick-dance, the floor collapsing into oblivion right after he steps on it. In the background, three cloaked figures with scythes start tap dancing to the chorus.
~So always look on the bright side of death!
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
Life's a piece of *BLEEP*,
When you look at it.~
At this point he's joined the three grim reapers, and now the foursome begin the typical footwork with the cane held before them... well, a cane and three scythes.
~Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true,
You'll see it's all a show,
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you!~
The three grim reapers dissolve in the air as he starts tap dancing (on what remains of the floor in his area, always miraculously jumping away from being squished by falling masonry)
~And always look on the bright side of life...~
As the song fades away, right at the foot of Krinele's portal, Maus turns to his imaginary public and blows kisses
"Aaah, my pu---"
He doesn't get any further than that, as a big ol' piano falls from what remains from the floor above and... well, let's just say that this tiger isn't in any shape to sing anymore... but if he were to sing, he'd be singing a little flat.
Oh Bugger Maus' pixelated ghost sighs, standing over the wrecked piano OH well, at least no-one will say I don't know how to do a spectacular exit! and with that, the spirit jumps through the portal, accompanied by three high-kicking grim reapers.
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-Thank you Denise, this is absolutely gorgeous!
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finally after what seems like days Reica manages to get the horrible taste out of her mouth...and notices the portal is up. the little pixy wastes no time passing through, and looks at her surroundings before becoming distracted by the odd performance by Maus. As Krinele (and hopefully Oralee) rush into the portal maus is still doing his odd dance as the pixy stares at him dumbfoundedly.
"Is he entirely insane? Is anyone in this place sane?" with an incredulous tone to her voice, Reica turns to the dreamspinner. doing so make the pixy realize that they are no longer in their sprite forms, and she looks at herself with releif. Finally, back to normal!
The pixy waves to Arc and possibly a ghostly Maus. Although with Maus she is tempted to grab him by the ears and yell, "What the fraz were you thinking!?" If Maus is visible by Reica, she probably will do so, and wind up flying through his head as a result.
Upon mention by Krinele of the nature of theplace they have found themselves, Reica looks at all the glowing shifting threads. "This place leads anywhere in the dream?" Her eyes are open wide as she tries thinking of where she wants to go. Alas despite all the places she can think of in the dream the only place she want to go is... "Home. I just want to go home to Klivcov. But that's not in the...dream?"
One thread captured Reica's attention, despite the thread being a good distance away. She's not sure why, but she seems drawn to it. It seems to call her, and somehow she knows that it's just what she's looking for.
Flying over to the thread, the pixy examines it.
"Is it possible?" Carefully she reaches out to touch it and finds herself being absorbed. Panic clouds her mind and she reaches back towards the others as she dissappears.
"Arc! Maus! what's happen-"
And thus the pixy is gone.
((OOC: If anyone follows Reica into her going home thread, they'll show up later on actually as a pixy there. They'd only have memories of Klivcov. And I'd be willing to help you come up with a persona there.))
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