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Post by Bernard the Arch-elf on Mar 24, 2009 19:36:55 GMT -5
Bernard’s eyes narrowed as dust brushed along through the room in his direction. He forced back a cough and waved the vexing filth from hitting his face. Sure enough, the place was wordlessly filthy.
He glanced farther down the passageway at a pair of four-sided doors. He was considering leaving this place, his allergies were acting up again for sure. He cleared his throat, however disgusted, the Mansion's beauty nagged him to stay, and he did.
He let out a little scowl, and turned swiftly to investigate the prodding hands of a ghostly intruder. "This isn't Halloween, people!" He said flatly, dismissing the moaning ghoul with a few vigorous claps.
“You know the drill; wouldn’t want to get in trouble with the council, right?” He shooed the narrow-minded spirits without a pinch of remorse. They needed to know their place. He shook his head, bored and just a bit disdained. He crossed his arms and marched through the haunt to familiarize himself.
“Coffee.” Was all he said as he invaded the kitchen.
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Post by Pocahontas on Mar 24, 2009 19:58:55 GMT -5
[[Mind if I join??]]
Pocahontas looked at the worn building cautiously. She had been in the Haunted Mansion before and had always run into villians there. The weather was getting foul and she need a place to stay for a while. She touched the front door gently, jumping back when it swung open.
Stepping inside she tried to see in the gloom, a deep chill running though her body. She heard voices inside and moved on.
"Hello?" she called curiously as she moved towards the kitchen. "Is any one here?"
She hoped it wasn't a villian ready to cause trouble.
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Post by Bernard the Arch-elf on Mar 24, 2009 20:17:03 GMT -5
"What. Is. IT?!" His throat burned. It was the most acute sensation he felt when he downed the warm hot beverage. He had the sense not to look down at his hands, at his nails, which were twitching. He sharply inhaled a breath and placed his cup briskly on the counter and whirled around, following the sound of the girl’s voice. He arched a curious eyebrow as a woman clad in deer hide wandered the dark eerie halls, her raven hair swishing behind her like a dark blanket, her steps bringing her closer to him. He crossed his arms in wait, tilting his head to the side with a critical glance. She was undeniably beautiful, that was for certain, and the closer he looked – the more familiar she seemed. He remembered her. He thought she was dead! He clutched his hat in disbelief, but masked his shock well. After memorizing the naughty and nice list for so long, it was hard not to recognize some people, especially with a history as prominent as hers. “Pocahontas, right?” he mused, appearing beside her in a cloud of amber smoke which dissolved into, much to his dismay, pretty sparkles of gold. He tucked a tight curl behind his prominent ear and gave her a somewhat cheeky smile, but somehow looked welcoming. “ Bernard.” He introduced himself briskly, pacing about. “What do you want?” he gazed at his watch, then looked on expectantly. [Welcome to the thread! ]
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Post by Pocahontas on Mar 24, 2009 20:42:40 GMT -5
Pocahontas looked around her as she wandered the halls, waiting to find someone. Suddenly a person appeared beside her, a golden mist evaporating around him. The indian leapt back in shock, eyes wide in surprise.
The man was very young, yet exubed ancient wisdom. He was dress in festive clothing and had tight dark curls lining his face. She was even more surprised when he seemed to know her name.
"Have we met?" she asked, her heart still pounding from the shock of the man's appearance.
"It is nice to meet you Bernard," she said as the man introduced himself. He seemed a little impacient. "I was just visiting the mansion. The weather turned poorly and I needed a place to stay. I hope I am not disturbing you."
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Post by Bernard the Arch-elf on Mar 25, 2009 11:40:38 GMT -5
"Sorta," he continued, now tracing the shadows of their frames of the floor. He was always busy with something, but it was a difficult habit to conceal even from himself. There was never a moment when he wasn't preoccupied with something."Maybe it's because this place happens to have countless of merchandise involving you?"
He tried to cover up the actual reason he knew her name, which proved almost fruitless, but he hoped his save would work. He cast a somewhat apologetic smile and laughed nervously.
"Sorry, I'm just not sure where I am. I'm not very familiar with this place, unfortunately." He said. "And, no, you are not disturbing me at all."
He cleared his throat. "Huh, is it raining or something? Perfect. That'll cause some delay for work and all; but if I look on the bright side, I suppose being stuck with you is better than being alone." He tried to sound annoyed, but his kind expression told otherwise.
"This place is filthy though," he said, this time wrinkling his nose. He felt like whipping out a disinfectant and going on a cleaning rampage. His slender fingers twitched as he silently wished for a broom - anything! It was so horrible he could die!
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Post by Pocahontas on Mar 25, 2009 12:04:22 GMT -5
Pocahontas looked confused by Bernard's response. He seemed to be hiding something. But it wasn't her place to pry into his business so she accepted his answer.
"Oh, I have seen those things in the shops," she replied, hoping it would make him feel better. "I don't know why anyone would want them." She shrugged. This new culture still had strange customs that she couldn't understand.
"Well this place is called Disneyland," she told him. "It seems that many people come her for fun and relaxation. I have been here a while now, but I do miss home occasionally. I think you will like it once you get to know people. Have you met any of the people here?"
"It seems like a storm is coming," she informed him. "The weather is usually very nice here. I was worried about running into villians in here all alone. I am glad that you are here to keep me company."
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Post by Jim Hawkins on Mar 26, 2009 12:10:34 GMT -5
Off in the library, one of the ladders on the vast bookshelves swung along its guardrails, heavy boots clacking on the rungs. Jim's blue orbs skimmed the shelves, looking for a particular volume. He held a flashlight in his hand, which seemed to tremble each time a noise came from deep inside the mansion...
The flashlight wriggled and broke up into drops of pink plasma, reassembling into Jim's pet. Morph chattered nervously as Jim browsed the aged and dusty books.
"I need the light, Morph..." he whispered, gently petting the little shapeshifter. Jim couldn't blame him for being creeped out... But the gloomy old house had a library that gave Doppler's a run for its money.
Morph sighed and shifted back into a flashlight, floating over Jim's shoulder as his master examined an empty space in the otherwise packed bookshelves.
"It should be right here..." Jim voiced his thoughts out loud. "Fahrenheit 451 just can't get up and walk off by... it..."
Jim trailed off as something that vaguely resembled a bird flew lazily through the library. Morph whirled around and shone the light on the object.
The very book that Jim was looking for was flying through the air, flapping its pages as if they were wings.
"Dang ghosts..." Jim said, turning around on the ladder to face the flying book. He leaned forward, slowly reaching a hand to grab the book...
"What. Is. IT?!"
A very peeved voice split the silence open, and Jim found himself yelling and falling off the ladder. He lunged after the book, grabbing it in midair. The supernatural forces that held the book up could not support a fifteen-year-old, though.
The book spiraled down across the library, taking Jim along for the ride. Jim yelped as the book lost altitude, heading straight for an overstuffed armchair.
CRASH
Jim smacked into the chair, knocking it over. The chair sprung a domino effect on a nearby side table, toppling it and an elegant floor lamp over. The furniture gave a deafening crash, ringing in Jim's ears as he crawled out from under the armchair. Morph floated down from the shelves, giggling at Jim's performance.
"Not funny, Morph..." Jim growled. He remembered the voice. It had been clear and real, unlike the common muffled groans of the ghosts. It was quite possible there was someone else in the mansion... Well, whoever it was, they surely knew of Jim's presence by now.
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Post by Bernard the Arch-elf on Mar 26, 2009 16:26:07 GMT -5
He watched Jim warily as one would an uninvited intruder. In the lingering darkness of the late evening, the tumbling of a teenager surprising, unwelcome in his eyes, but he was still well after the rather horrid collapse.
He arched an eyebrow slowly though shaken by the intrusion, and clasped his hands behind his back, tilting his head to the side with an even obvious look of irritation. "Show yourself. Not going to harm you." He said patiently. He motioned Pocahontas back, silently, and pursued the crumpled up child.
He was easily confused for a coat had he not looked closer. Blue eyes shone, and a little creature had wiggled about in the air, protective of its master.
Bernard's jaw went slack. One of his favorite baddies, here, in the flesh. Not written in ink, on a scroll. Well, well, well, thought the aged elf, shaking his head.
"Good evening, sport. Up to more trouble?" he asked, pursing his lips into a frown with a roll of his brown eyes.
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Post by Pocahontas on Mar 26, 2009 20:00:05 GMT -5
Pocahontas followed Bernard into the library after they heard the intruder. She saw that it was just a young boy, dressed in dark clothing. She was worried that he was hurt but he seemed to be alright when he scolled a floating pink blob.
"Are you alright?" she asked, coming forward to help the boy to his feet. "What were you doing in here?"
It seemed that Bernard knew this boy as well. Pocahontas felt eager to ask him more questions but now wasn't the time.
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Post by Jim Hawkins on Mar 27, 2009 14:16:18 GMT -5
Jim stretched an arm forward and grabbed the now-still book, rolling his eyes. Reading was dangerous...
Looking up suddenly, two people had suddenly appeared. The lady came to his aid while the other boy reproached him. Jim reluctanly accepted the native american's help.
Jim brushed the dust off of him, adjusting his jacket. "I'm fine..." he mumbled to the lady, swatting her hands away.
He had ignored the other boy up until now... Jim frowned as he adressed him with such familiarity. Did he know him? Jim racked his brain. Maybe he had met the boy somewhere in the park... On closer inspection, Jim realized that the boy was not human. Those ears... Jim forced himself not to trace his own ear.
"What do you mean 'more trouble'?" Jim asked warily, narrowing his brows.
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Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Mar 28, 2009 3:11:44 GMT -5
[I'm gonna crash this party. So, hah, a reply is sooo coming tommorow. I need to get my Frollo on! ]
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Post by Jim Hawkins on Mar 28, 2009 13:02:30 GMT -5
((AUUUUGH!!!! FROLLO'S COMING!!!! EVERYBODY PANIC!!!!!))
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Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Apr 2, 2009 10:40:56 GMT -5
"Stop there," Judge Claude Frollo said sharply. His voice was rigid, his hands white with gripping the arms of the chair. "Tell me what you have just said." He brought the whimpering ghoul closer with a pale, white finger. It was amazing, how the undead were intangible, yet here he was steering the frightened being.
"She is here, you say?" said Frollo, in tones of devilsh excitment. His beady eyes had adjusted to the dark, for he had been enclosed, like some wild animal, for so long. He rose swiftly at the same time the youth fell. He turned around swiftly, his lips twisting, letting out a hideous snarl.
"What are you doing, boy?" he asked briskly, his baritone voice matching that of the Mansion's haunting atmosphere. He did not hear Bernard, for he was too enraptured with the boy to care. He grabbed Jim's collar and sank his nails into his skin...where the soft fabric covered much of it...and was now...tearing...
When the boy spoke to the elf, Frollo couldn't help but let go of him and inspect the curly-haired child. He was handsome, obviously, and something about him was horribly vexing. The old man cleared his throat with a prim sort of air and ventured forward.
"What is your purpose here? To guard La Esmeralda?" Frollo asked, giving him a mocking bow. The crazed minister jerked his head to where Pocahontas was, his lip twitching into a twisted smile.
"Why, not even a hello?" he asked, his words laced with dark intent as he reached out an ivory hand to stroke the Indian's rosy cheek. Beautiful.
[x3 BWAHAHAHA!]
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Post by Bernard the Arch-elf on Apr 2, 2009 12:28:13 GMT -5
“Just trouble,” Bernard said briskly. He wasn’t really in the mood to explain things to him. Bernard stepped forward to assist him, kindly offering his hand for him to grab; the young boy seemed to reject it as he helped himself up. The cheeky elf stood and looked into the empty halls without speaking. He averted his gaze back to Jim, then jerked back with a horrid gasp. “ You!” he yelped, his dark, thick eyebrows knitting together with great disapproval for the man. He took in a sharp breath and gritted his teeth. “ Oh!You’re just bad news, aren’t you?” He yanked Jim away from him. He inspected the area where Frollo had penetrated his tender skin. That old geezer was insane! "How dare you! To hurt a child that way..." Bernard hissed, eyes wide with anger. He froze as the old man traced the Indian's cheek. Bernard was too afraid to breathe...for fear it would trigger the madman's irrationality. Great. [Frollo scares me. x3]
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Post by Pocahontas on Apr 2, 2009 17:20:46 GMT -5
[[Wow, it has been a while]]
Pocahontas froze when she heard Frollo's evil voice. This was the situation she had feared would happen. Thankfully she wasn't in the mansion alone.
"Leave him alone!" she snarled at Frollo when he handled Jim so roughly.
Bernard tried to stand up to the judge, but quickly backed away. Pocahontas shivered as the man touched her face, resisting the desire to spit in his face.
"I don't speak to filth like you," she hissed definately.
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