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6/19/2020 12:05:56 PM
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[spoiler]Yup! Open until Saturday evening.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Would you like to have Carter or Sitri come in?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Totally up to you! I’m good either way.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]if it’s still open I’ll bring Sitri into the mix. I’m still working on Carter’s character a bit outside of RP.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Still open! Honestly curious how Sitri and Errol would react to each other 🤔 It is getting a bit late, so we may have to cut it a bit short, depending on how far along we get.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Whatever works![/spoiler] [i]A thick mist appeared out of nowhere, obscuring the nearby trees from view. As Errol took another step, there was a sickening and juicy pop, as if he had stepped on an armored earthworm the size of sardine. [/i]
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Errol notices the fog in his peripheral vision, and glances over curiously. Then he hears the pop and pauses. With his pistol still aimed at Skye, he raises his boot and looks down.
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[i]The bottom of his boot is covered in a thick green slime. On the ground, barely visible, is a half-crushed Sliver wriggling around in a death spin. Several crows scatter off to his left in a panic, cawing and flapping their wings in such a frenzy it’s as if something large was headed towards him. [/i]
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Errol furrows his brow in disgust of the creature before both he and his sister snap their gazes in the direction of the crows. He lowers his gun. “That’s not normal,” he mumbles to himself.
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[i]A few moments later a silhouette of a figure emerged from the mist near the spot of the crow’s frantic escape. It was the height of an average human but appeared to have a wide hood on, obscuring the facial features. Around where its feet should have been poured out more mist. It finally reached a distance where conversation could made normally and it paused, slowly glancing at both Skye and Errol with vibrant red eyes that pierced through the blackness of the hood.[/i]
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Errol looks at the figure up and down. His face still carries an angry expression, though a hint of uncertainty can be seen in his eyes. “Oh, wonderful,” he says with sarcasm in his voice, “another one of Offtopic’s lovely inhabitants. What are you doing out here?”
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[i]The figure turned to observe Errol for a moment with its cold and calculating eyes.[/i] “I was just on my way to meet... an old friend.” [i]The figure turned and looked down at Skye.[/i] “Something tells me you’re having a rough day down there...”
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Skye gives Sitri an pleading expression, asking for help, though Errol steps in between the two. “An old friend?” He says flatly. “There’s a town a little north of here. I suggest you head that way.”
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[i]The eyes slowly move up on Errol, looking from his boots to his face. A soft hiss came from where the figure’s mouth should have been and they raised their hands to remove their hood. [/i] “You see, normally I couldn’t care less about two humans squabbling. However, you owe me a Sliver...” [i]The hood dropped to reveal a mask concealing most of man’s face except for his red eyes. A large centipede-like body wriggled around half inside, half outside the mouth part of the mask. [/i]
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[spoiler]Sorry we won’t be able to finish this before I leave. I really wouldn’t mind continuing once I get back (Saturday), if you would like to do that![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Let’s do that![/spoiler]
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Errol gives the same expression he had when finding the Sliver squashed beneath his boot. “It that what it was? I’m sorry, I can see why you’d be attached. You’re just as ugly.” The disks on Errol’s gloves flicker a more vibrant red as his fingers twitch with anticipation. The Atoms over Skye tremble at the movement, almost as though awaiting his command.
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Edited by Sliver Greylen: 6/21/2020 9:05:30 PM[i]Sitri simply stared coldly at Errol, his red eyes glaring intensely into his. Mist puffed out his mouth plate with each breath he took and the worm tail wriggled back inside the mouth plate as he inhaled. In the distance, there was an inhumane shriek. It got louder and louder, until it sounded like another figure was right on top of the group. From the mist behind Sitri leaped a deformed looking man, arms outstretched towards Errol. He had only black pants on and his torso appeared to be rotting and riddled with holes, some with the worm tails sticking out. His fingernails were unnaturally long and his teeth freakishly sharp. Saliva gushed from his mouth as he lunged forward at Errol just past the right shoulder of Sitri, barely brushing past his cloak. Sitri continued glaring as the creature charged. [/i] [spoiler]A little something to look forward to when you get back :)[/spoiler]
