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Author Topic: Life Begins At Death - Epilogue: We Live And Live Again  (Read 565315 times)

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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 5: The Path of Dreams
« Reply #6060 on: July 20, 2013, 08:57:52 am »

Sigmund looked at the man who had just arrived, then told to the Artiste:

-It's strange, nobody usually goes inside of a ship and begins to dance out of nothing. And his clothes make things even stranger, but I have an idea.

Sigmund then walks to the man and ask him:

-Excuse me, sir, do you know that fellow there called Craig?

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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 5: The Path of Dreams
« Reply #6061 on: July 20, 2013, 09:33:37 am »

"I'm Kevin, creepy vampire guy and artist master guy. It took me long enough to get here. That portal thingie dumped me in Emlocke."
((Apparently, I DO have internet here! Huzzah! ))
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« Reply #6062 on: July 20, 2013, 10:05:29 am »

Sigmund, with his eyes widely opened, replied to Kevin:

-Are you really Kevin? I see that you were really lucky in your transformation, not only you look like a normal fellow now, but you can also speak!. Let me tell you what has changed in the time you were absent. After a transmutation accident in which Niklas lost his body and was attached to a giant catfish, I think you can guess who was resposible for the last part, he sworn to take revenge from Erin, so he was promptly transfomed into that chair in which tree-head in now sitting. And also morton has arms now, and tailor Craig has joined our group, but we can't speak about our master's true nature to him, or anybody. We are currently waiting the rest of them to depart, so there are not may interesting things to do now, so you can relax.

((And as I want to do something in this turn))

Sigmund then went to find Art, and asked to him:

-I have to ask you two questions related to souls and that stuff. The first is if emotions are only able to be experienced by beings with souls, and the second one is if plants do naturally have them. You would be amazed to know the origin of these questions.

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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 5: The Path of Dreams
« Reply #6063 on: July 20, 2013, 10:15:27 am »

"Oh, cool. Where is Morton?"
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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 5: The Path of Dreams
« Reply #6064 on: July 20, 2013, 10:19:21 am »

Before leaving, Sigmund answered Kevin's question:

-He is brewing some tea for the toymake who made him arms, he should be back soon, I hope.

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« Reply #6065 on: July 20, 2013, 11:10:47 am »

Oh bother. Morton mentally sighed, he didn't want to treat the one who granted him his arms with a tea he isn't even sure how far along it is, but he doesn't seem to have much of a choice... The desk will grab the pot of tea and take a look at it, to try and garner knowledge of whether it needs to perhaps sit more, have more heat, maybe, less, or perhaps more of the ingredients. If it doesn't look obviously wrong, he'll open the door to where the toymaker was. "The tea is ready, good Sir Toymaker, but I profess difficulties in the making of it, I couldn't quite see what I was doing due to height problems. If you'd like, I could attempt again with perhaps something to stand on or a mirror so that I may observe the process better, or you could try what I have already made if you've believe that it would be fine enough."

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« Reply #6066 on: July 20, 2013, 11:08:06 pm »

"Glamorous adventurer huh? I don't know about that..."

Darren said, tones of false modesty in his voice. He sat down, and began to tap his fingers against his cheek bones as he thought.

"Well, I guess I'll just tell you the tale of how I ended up trespassing in your home."

He clears his throat.

"Well, by then, I had been a ghost for maybe a few hours. I thought I was doing pretty well, got into a band, on account of my, apparently quite impressive ghostly wailing. After the band... Fell apart, I guess, I hooked up with some old associates, and we went to finish our job. This place though, was pretty weird. There's a pit that looks like it goes on for eternity, and floating above it, a house. Not some evil castle or anything, just a house. A pretty nice house, but that was all it was. I went in there, and something came towards me. Something strong. It reached inside my brain, tried to mess with me, but one of my partners shot some magic at me, and the house. Whatever was in there was blown off, and I rejoined them. Right after that, however, monsters we couldn't even see poured out from it, as did the monster that came from the house. We fought, but the monster took ahold of me again. With that, I did all I could, and prayed to Velusius. I was called into his prescence, and we struck a deal. He would remove the monster, but I had to do him a favor, and get the Crown of Flowers for him. He dropped me just outside of the town this lies under, I came into the town, then down here, into your home.

That's what happened. You got any interesting tales?"
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« Reply #6067 on: July 21, 2013, 02:29:18 am »

I'll show you where to carry it to, need to get some money, then we'll go to the pub.


Get to tha' sheeeeeeep!(ship)
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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 5: The Path of Dreams
« Reply #6068 on: July 21, 2013, 06:51:53 am »

On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...

Sigmund, seeing the strangely portal-like fellow arrive, tries to logically deduce who it might be.

"It's strange, nobody usually goes inside of a ship and begins to dance out of nothing. And his clothes make things even stranger, but I have an idea."

He strolls up to the man and advances a question.

"Excuse me, sir, do you know that fellow there called Craig?" he asks, pointing to the tailor and his bags of assorted stuff slowly coming toward the gangplank.

"I'm Kevin, creepy vampire guy and artist master guy. It took me long enough to get here. That portal thingie dumped me in Emlocke," Kevin answers, not a fan of roundabout identity confirmation. Sigmund, pleasantly surprised at the lack of pretense, goes ahead and gives him some exposition for his trouble.

"Are you really Kevin? I see that you were really lucky in your transformation, not only you look like a normal fellow now, but you can also speak!. Let me tell you what has changed in the time you were absent. After a transmutation accident in which Niklas lost his body and was attached to a giant catfish, I think you can guess who was responsible for the last part, he swore to take revenge from Erin, so he was promptly transformed into that chair in which tree-head in now sitting. And also Morton has arms now, and Tailor Craig has joined our group, but we can't speak about our master's true nature to him, or anybody. We are currently waiting the rest of them to depart, so there are not may interesting things to do now, so you can relax."

As he finishes speaking, he notices Tailor Craig go up to the Artiste and ask something. The Artiste nods and starts showing him around the ship.

"Oh, cool. Where is Morton?"

"He is brewing some tea for the toymaker who made him arms, he should be back soon, I hope."

Kevin seems okay with this, so Sigmund heads to the crew quarters to find Art. Fortunately, the necromancer is wide awake right now, and is just exiting his quarters. Sigmund approaches him quickly.

"I have to ask you two questions related to souls and that stuff. The first is if emotions are only able to be experienced by beings with souls, and the second one is if plants do naturally have them. You would be amazed to know the origin of these questions."

"Well, that's- wait, who are you, anyway? And what are you doing here?"


In a toymaker's kitchen...

Morton, still lacking in feedback, takes a look at his handiwork by just grabbing the pot and looking inside.

Hm... well, it's definitely not quite up to a high standard. A bit too watery and colorless for that. It really needs work, Morton thinks, as it isn't really presentable to anybody who knows a thing about tea in this state. It probably needs more tea leaves in it, a little more heat, and some time. Too bad Morton has no sense of smell or taste, though.


In Karina's home...

Darren, flattered into compliance, assumes a tone of somewhat false modesty.

"Glamorous adventurer huh? I don't know about that..." he says, thinking for a bit.

"Well, I guess I'll just tell you the tale of how I ended up trespassing in your home."

Karina leans in, listening intently.

"Well, by then, I had been a ghost for maybe a few hours. I thought I was doing pretty well, got into a band, on account of my, apparently quite impressive ghostly wailing. After the band... Fell apart, I guess, I hooked up with some old associates, and we went to finish our job. This place though, was pretty weird. There's a pit that looks like it goes on for eternity, and floating above it, a house. Not some evil castle or anything, just a house. A pretty nice house, but that was all it was. I went in there, and something came towards me. Something strong. It reached inside my brain, tried to mess with me, but one of my partners shot some magic at me, and the house. Whatever was in there was blown off, and I rejoined them. Right after that, however, monsters we couldn't even see poured out from it, as did the monster that came from the house. We fought, but the monster took ahold of me again. With that, I did all I could, and prayed to Velusius. I was called into his presence, and we struck a deal. He would remove the monster, but I had to do him a favor, and get the Crown of Flowers for him. He dropped me just outside of the town this lies under, I came into the town, then down here, into your home."

"That's what happened. You got any interesting tales?"


Karina is surprised by the request.

"Do I have any interesting tales? Well... maybe. You'll have to be the judge. Now... where to begin?"

She flits around uncertainly, occupied with concentrated thoughts about storytelling, no doubt.

"I guess I'll tell you the story of this guy named Terry. He lived here once, a long time ago, actually, when we were all still... well, mostly regular people. He soon moved to live in one of the engineer neighborhoods, but he didn't do any of that magic stuff that they did, he just inherited the house from his grandfather, who was one of the crazier guys around in those parts. So when he moved into the neighborhood, he was kind of a fish out of water - all around him were mages, and the neighborhood was certainly the weirdest place in the city - you'd get giant metal insects marching about and doing the strangest things, occasionally one of the nearby houses would explode, only to be reconstructed the next day, and sometimes even the layout of the entire part of the town would change overnight. And his own house, it was like living inside an engine, he told me. There were all these moving parts, big red buttons, all unlabeled, of course, plus he said that sometimes he thought the house was talking to him. Still, he had to take care of the place. He thought he'd stay there for a while until he could sell it to the other guys who'd hopefully know what to do with it, then maybe buy a house in a more normal location."

She sighs.

"Well, suffice it to say that things got weirder with him - he told me when I met him that he'd been exploring the house, studying the buttons. And then he started talking about how he thought the house really was talking to him, particularly when he laid down to bed. Sang him lullabies, apparently. And he had once even carried on a conversation with it. Or her. He seemed to think the house is a she. I was kinda concerned about his health at that point, because I think he actually whirred at me once when we talked, and it was kinda like a mechanical laugh in a way. Creeped me out quite a bit. Then I didn't see him for a while, like about half a year or so, and when I saw him next at the market, I hardly recognized the guy. I think he was mostly made of metal, and he clicked with every move. I was going to step away from him quickly, but he noticed me and came up to say hello."

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head in recalled disbelief.

"He told me that he had married Lizzie, and I asked who that was. He said he was living with her, had been for at least a year. Apparently there was a kid on the way, even. I was kinda happy for him at first, but then, as we talked further, I realized he was talking about the house. Then I kinda took a step back and asked if he was talking about the house, and he launched this spiel at me about how looks aren't everything and whatnot, and how he loves her honestly and truly. We kinda... parted in an awkward fashion then, and I haven't spoken to him since, before or after my... well... expiration. I think he might still be living in that neighborhood, and when I passed by once, I think I saw this little metallic... well, creature run inside after there was this odd creak from the house. I then walked away - I didn't really want to find out more, being weirded out enough. That was the last time I wandered into the engineered neighborhood, and things only got weirder in the other neighborhoods from there on in."

"Well, that's kind of a story, right? What do you think?"
she asks Darren.


In the streets of Shriekpot...

Willing minion in tow, Scott heads back to the ship!

"I'll show you where to carry it to, need to get some money, then we'll go to the pub."

"Yes, of course."

They reach the ship shortly, though only an unfamiliar weirdo and a reclining Mark are in sight currently, which Scott find mildly inconvenient.
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« Reply #6069 on: July 21, 2013, 09:29:36 am »

Sigmund explained to Art:

-So, you didn't hear all that has happened? I'm new Sigmund, I had an encounter with the Aspect of Appeal, who transformed me into what I am now. Morton and Kevin went through the same process, with the former ending up as a desk, and the latter becaming a quite strange fellow, I can't describe exactly what is weird on him, but it's certainly strange. Also Niklas got turned into a chair because he wanted to kill Erin. And we have a new crew member, tailor Craig, who is also a demonologist, so you shouldn't talk with him about the Artiste. That's all that has happened when you were asleep, I think.

Sigmund then lets Art process all the information, and repeats his questions:

-Now, would you care to answer those questions that I asked before? Those about emotions being able to be felt exclusively by souls, and about flora having souls.

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« Reply #6070 on: July 21, 2013, 11:35:14 am »

Don;t be too freaked out, it is a haunted ship.

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« Reply #6071 on: July 21, 2013, 03:06:06 pm »

"Yes, that was quite a story. Kicked mines ass, that's for sure."
He sits for a moment, thinking.
"Do you think I'm going to have to head into there? Or to places like that?"
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« Reply #6072 on: July 21, 2013, 04:33:34 pm »

On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...

Sigmund, hardly approving of repeated exposition, nonetheless explains things to Art.

"So, you didn't hear all that has happened? I'm new Sigmund, I had an encounter with the Aspect of Appeal, who transformed me into what I am now. Morton and Kevin went through the same process, with the former ending up as a desk, and the latter becoming a quite strange fellow, I can't describe exactly what is weird on him, but it's certainly strange. Also Niklas got turned into a chair because he wanted to kill Erin. And we have a new crew member, tailor Craig, who is also a demonologist, so you shouldn't talk with him about the Artiste. That's all that has happened when you were asleep, I think."

"Well, you do sound kinda like Sigmund. I suppose you're a good enough replacement even if you're messing with me."

"Now, would you care to answer those questions that I asked before? Those about emotions being able to be felt exclusively by souls, and about flora having souls."

Art shrugs and begins to explain.

"The soul is essentially an indication that you're alive, this we all know - if you die, your soul escapes, and vice versa. But what I've also kinda learned is that's not all a soul does. It also sorta stores what you've experienced, information, that kind of thing. A soul is who you are, and all living things have them, including plants and fungi, even really tiny things. Yeast, for instance, is a great multitude of souls, all totally alien to us. It's really weird."

"As for emotions... I don't know, to be honest. I suppose you need a soul to have them. At least, I've never heard of a soulless construct with emotions. Maybe plants have them as well, no idea, really. Haven't done much soul-searching, you know. Heh."


"Don't be too freaked out, it is a haunted ship," he explains to the big man.

"Yes, certainly," the rather calm large man answers.

He has no real clue where the Artiste is, though. Guy's just disappeared somewhere, and Scott isn't sure whether it would be wiser to wait until he gets back or search for him and risk missing the guy.


In Karina's home...

Darren expresses his approval of Karina's story.

"Yes, that was quite a story. Kicked mine's ass, that's for sure."

Karina looks humbled by the compliment.

"Oh, you're too kind. These kinds of things happen every day in the engineer neighborhoods. Well, they used to, apparently."

That's not entirely pleasing to hear, Darren thinks.

"Do you think I'm going to have to head into there? Or to places like that?"

"That's really up to you. If you want to go into the deeper areas, I think you will have to. I really rather you didn't - they are frightening and unusual places. Better to stay well away, I think. I do that, and it hasn't hurt."

She gazes at Darren sadly for a few seconds before perking up again.

"But you said you were in a band. Could you maybe sing a song? For me? I haven't heard any music for so long."
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« Reply #6073 on: July 21, 2013, 05:03:55 pm »

Search for MAI money!
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« Reply #6074 on: July 21, 2013, 05:44:15 pm »

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