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Manga Shoggoth
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Subject: "Meeting in our Dreams" - a tie-in (of sorts) to Dancer's bits of The Princess and the Great North Star
Posted Sat Dec 29, 2007 at 04:48:13 pm EST (Viewed 1 times) |
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The swirling mists began to clear.
"Well," commented Cinderbelle, "Whoever is dreaming this loves statues."
They were standing in what appeared to be a vast formal garden. Paved pathways wound between statues and flowerbeds, lightly shrouded in mist. The mist obscured the statues slightly, giving them a brooding air that they might not otherwise have.
Dancer shrugged. Wandering through dreams was starting to affect her perceptions a little. That, and the scenery was giving her a bad case of deja vu. She had seen something like this before. Once.
"And they like octopii as well. And fish. At the same time."
The feeling of deja vu was getting stronger.
"Cinderbelle... Can you remember the way back to Flapjack's dream?"
"What! The perveted leprachaun? Why do you want to go back there?"
"Because I have worked out whose dream we are in. At least, I have got it down to two, and I really don't like one of the choices..."
There was a sound behind them. A female figure was standing on one of the plinths. She was garbed in a loose white robe and was holding a bow, with the arrow trained right at them. The bow was fully drawn, and the figure was sighting down the arrow.
"Who are you?" the figure asked, relaxing the tension in the string. "You aren't one of the dreamers." Her speech was marked with a strange accent.
"Dreamers?" queried Cinderbelle.
"You really don't want to know." replied the figure, giving them an appraising look. "What would a minor fey and a minor manifestation of probability be doing here? Don't look do insulted - all things are relative."
The figure suddenly spun, readied the bow and loosed an arrow into the mists. There was a screech followed by an explosion.
"Exploding arrow?" asked Dancer.
"Not when I fired it."
Cinderbelle tugged at Dancer's sleeve. "Um." she whispered. "Haven't you noticed? She..."
Dancer shushed her. She may not had the finest of classical educations, but...
The figure standing before them was female - obviously - with an almost-flawless tanned figure, a slightly exotic caste to her features, and...
The mists swirled again, and she was gone. In her place was another white-robed female, white and in her late sixties, carrying a staff. She looked at them oddly.
"You shouldn't be here." she said. Then the mists took her too.
She was replaced by a dark-skinned female in the same sort of robe.
"Finally!" exclaimed Ebony. "This way out, guys."
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CrazySugarFreakBoy!
Member Since: Sun Jan 04, 2004
Posts: 1,235
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Subject: Intriguing, albeit a bit confusing. [Re: Manga Shoggoth]
Posted Sat Dec 29, 2007 at 05:31:14 pm EST (Viewed 452 times) |
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Rhiannon
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Subject: Confusing. But still good. [Re: Manga Shoggoth]
Posted Sat Dec 29, 2007 at 06:06:02 pm EST |
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> The swirling mists began to clear.
>
> "Well," commented Clinkerbell, "Whoever is dreaming this loves statues."
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> They were standing in what appeared to be a vast formal garden. Paved pathways wound between statues and flowerbeds, lightly shrouded in mist. The mist obscured the statues slightly, giving them a brooding air that they might not otherwise have.
>
> Dancer shrugged. Wandering through dreams was starting to affect her perceptions a little. That, and the scenery was giving her a bad case of deja vu. She had seen something like this before. Once.
>
> "And they like octopii as well. And fish. At the same time."
>
> The feeling of deja vu was getting stronger.
>
> "Clinkerbelle... Can you remember the way back to Flapjack's dream?"
>
> "What! The perveted leprachaun? Why do you want to go back there?"
>
> "Because I have worked out whose dream we are in. At least, I have got it down to two, and I really don't like one of the choices..."
>
> There was a sound behind them. A female figure was standing on one of the plinths. She was garbed in a loose white robe and was holding a bow, with the arrow trained right at them. The bow was fully drawn, and the figure was sighting down the arrow.
>
> "Who are you?" the figure asked, relaxing the tension in the string. "You aren't one of the dreamers." Her speech was marked with a strange accent.
>
> "Dreamers?" queried Clinkerbelle.
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> "You really don't want to know." replied the figure, giving them an appraising look. "What would a minor fey and a minor manifestation of probability be doing here? Don't look do insulted - all things are relative."
>
> The figure suddenly spun, readied the bow and loosed an arrow into the mists. There was a screech followed by an explosion.
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> "Exploding arrow?" asked Dancer.
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> "Not when I fired it."
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> Clinkerbelle tugged at Dancer's sleeve. "Um." she whispered. "Haven't you noticed? She..."
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> Dancer shushed her. She may not had the finest of classical educations, but...
>
> The figure standing before them was female - obviously - with an almost-flawless tanned figure, a slightly exotic caste to her features, and...
>
> The mists swirled again, and she was gone. In her place was another white-robed female, white and in her late sixties, carrying a staff. She looked at them oddly.
>
> "You shouldn't be here." she said. Then the mists took her too.
>
> She was replaced by a dark-skinned female in the same sort of robe.
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> "Finally!" exclaomed Ebony. "This way out, guys."
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Al B. Harper
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Subject: Like any good dream, you get the impression you are just missing something... [Re: Manga Shoggoth]
Posted Sat Dec 29, 2007 at 06:54:40 pm EST |
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Posted with Microsoft Internet Explorer 6 on Windows XP
> The swirling mists began to clear.
>
> "Well," commented Cinderbelle, "Whoever is dreaming this loves statues."
>
> They were standing in what appeared to be a vast formal garden. Paved pathways wound between statues and flowerbeds, lightly shrouded in mist. The mist obscured the statues slightly, giving them a brooding air that they might not otherwise have.
>
> Dancer shrugged. Wandering through dreams was starting to affect her perceptions a little. That, and the scenery was giving her a bad case of deja vu. She had seen something like this before. Once.
>
> "And they like octopii as well. And fish. At the same time."
>
> The feeling of deja vu was getting stronger.
>
> "Cinderbelle... Can you remember the way back to Flapjack's dream?"
>
> "What! The perveted leprachaun? Why do you want to go back there?"
>
> "Because I have worked out whose dream we are in. At least, I have got it down to two, and I really don't like one of the choices..."
>
> There was a sound behind them. A female figure was standing on one of the plinths. She was garbed in a loose white robe and was holding a bow, with the arrow trained right at them. The bow was fully drawn, and the figure was sighting down the arrow.
>
> "Who are you?" the figure asked, relaxing the tension in the string. "You aren't one of the dreamers." Her speech was marked with a strange accent.
>
> "Dreamers?" queried Cinderbelle.
>
> "You really don't want to know." replied the figure, giving them an appraising look. "What would a minor fey and a minor manifestation of probability be doing here? Don't look do insulted - all things are relative."
>
> The figure suddenly spun, readied the bow and loosed an arrow into the mists. There was a screech followed by an explosion.
>
> "Exploding arrow?" asked Dancer.
>
> "Not when I fired it."
>
> Cinderbelle tugged at Dancer's sleeve. "Um." she whispered. "Haven't you noticed? She..."
>
> Dancer shushed her. She may not had the finest of classical educations, but...
>
> The figure standing before them was female - obviously - with an almost-flawless tanned figure, a slightly exotic caste to her features, and...
>
> The mists swirled again, and she was gone. In her place was another white-robed female, white and in her late sixties, carrying a staff. She looked at them oddly.
>
> "You shouldn't be here." she said. Then the mists took her too.
>
> She was replaced by a dark-skinned female in the same sort of robe.
>
> "Finally!" exclaimed Ebony. "This way out, guys."
>
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HH
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Subject: Really, a meeting between Dancer and Celine Dion was inevitable. [Re: Manga Shoggoth]
Posted Sat Dec 29, 2007 at 06:57:51 pm EST |
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Posted with Microsoft Internet Explorer 6 on Windows 2000
> The swirling mists began to clear.
>
> "Well," commented Cinderbelle, "Whoever is dreaming this loves statues."
>
> They were standing in what appeared to be a vast formal garden. Paved pathways wound between statues and flowerbeds, lightly shrouded in mist. The mist obscured the statues slightly, giving them a brooding air that they might not otherwise have.
>
> Dancer shrugged. Wandering through dreams was starting to affect her perceptions a little. That, and the scenery was giving her a bad case of deja vu. She had seen something like this before. Once.
>
> "And they like octopii as well. And fish. At the same time."
>
> The feeling of deja vu was getting stronger.
>
> "Cinderbelle... Can you remember the way back to Flapjack's dream?"
>
> "What! The perveted leprachaun? Why do you want to go back there?"
>
> "Because I have worked out whose dream we are in. At least, I have got it down to two, and I really don't like one of the choices..."
>
> There was a sound behind them. A female figure was standing on one of the plinths. She was garbed in a loose white robe and was holding a bow, with the arrow trained right at them. The bow was fully drawn, and the figure was sighting down the arrow.
>
> "Who are you?" the figure asked, relaxing the tension in the string. "You aren't one of the dreamers." Her speech was marked with a strange accent.
>
> "Dreamers?" queried Cinderbelle.
>
> "You really don't want to know." replied the figure, giving them an appraising look. "What would a minor fey and a minor manifestation of probability be doing here? Don't look do insulted - all things are relative."
>
> The figure suddenly spun, readied the bow and loosed an arrow into the mists. There was a screech followed by an explosion.
>
> "Exploding arrow?" asked Dancer.
>
> "Not when I fired it."
>
> Cinderbelle tugged at Dancer's sleeve. "Um." she whispered. "Haven't you noticed? She..."
>
> Dancer shushed her. She may not had the finest of classical educations, but...
>
> The figure standing before them was female - obviously - with an almost-flawless tanned figure, a slightly exotic caste to her features, and...
>
> The mists swirled again, and she was gone. In her place was another white-robed female, white and in her late sixties, carrying a staff. She looked at them oddly.
>
> "You shouldn't be here." she said. Then the mists took her too.
>
> She was replaced by a dark-skinned female in the same sort of robe.
>
> "Finally!" exclaimed Ebony. "This way out, guys."
>
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Manga Shoggoth
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Subject: But... It all seemed so clear to me... [Re: CrazySugarFreakBoy!]
Posted Sun Dec 30, 2007 at 05:05:47 pm EST |
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Manga Shoggoth
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Subject: Thank you. [Re: Rhiannon]
Posted Sun Dec 30, 2007 at 05:06:30 pm EST |
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Posted with Microsoft Internet Explorer 6 on Windows XP
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Manga Shoggoth
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Subject: Unless you are reading too much into it. Yes, very much like it. [Re: Al B. Harper]
Posted Sun Dec 30, 2007 at 05:07:40 pm EST |
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Manga Shoggoth
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Subject: Not a popular beat combo, is it? [Re: HH]
Posted Sun Dec 30, 2007 at 05:08:25 pm EST |
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Hatman
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Subject: Nice touch with *spoiler* coming to the rescue [Re: Manga Shoggoth]
Posted Sun Dec 30, 2007 at 06:28:22 pm EST (Viewed 426 times) |
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Posted with Microsoft Internet Explorer 6 on Windows XP
> The swirling mists began to clear.
>
> "Well," commented Cinderbelle, "Whoever is dreaming this loves statues."
>
> They were standing in what appeared to be a vast formal garden. Paved pathways wound between statues and flowerbeds, lightly shrouded in mist. The mist obscured the statues slightly, giving them a brooding air that they might not otherwise have.
>
> Dancer shrugged. Wandering through dreams was starting to affect her perceptions a little. That, and the scenery was giving her a bad case of deja vu. She had seen something like this before. Once.
>
> "And they like octopii as well. And fish. At the same time."
>
> The feeling of deja vu was getting stronger.
>
> "Cinderbelle... Can you remember the way back to Flapjack's dream?"
>
> "What! The perveted leprachaun? Why do you want to go back there?"
>
> "Because I have worked out whose dream we are in. At least, I have got it down to two, and I really don't like one of the choices..."
>
> There was a sound behind them. A female figure was standing on one of the plinths. She was garbed in a loose white robe and was holding a bow, with the arrow trained right at them. The bow was fully drawn, and the figure was sighting down the arrow.
>
> "Who are you?" the figure asked, relaxing the tension in the string. "You aren't one of the dreamers." Her speech was marked with a strange accent.
>
> "Dreamers?" queried Cinderbelle.
>
> "You really don't want to know." replied the figure, giving them an appraising look. "What would a minor fey and a minor manifestation of probability be doing here? Don't look do insulted - all things are relative."
>
> The figure suddenly spun, readied the bow and loosed an arrow into the mists. There was a screech followed by an explosion.
>
> "Exploding arrow?" asked Dancer.
>
> "Not when I fired it."
>
> Cinderbelle tugged at Dancer's sleeve. "Um." she whispered. "Haven't you noticed? She..."
>
> Dancer shushed her. She may not had the finest of classical educations, but...
>
> The figure standing before them was female - obviously - with an almost-flawless tanned figure, a slightly exotic caste to her features, and...
>
> The mists swirled again, and she was gone. In her place was another white-robed female, white and in her late sixties, carrying a staff. She looked at them oddly.
>
> "You shouldn't be here." she said. Then the mists took her too.
>
> She was replaced by a dark-skinned female in the same sort of robe.
>
> "Finally!" exclaimed Ebony. "This way out, guys."
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Anime Jason 
Owner
Location: Here
Member Since: Sun Sep 12, 2004
Posts: 2,834
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Subject: It was a lot more tame than it could have been. [Re: Manga Shoggoth]
Posted Sun Dec 30, 2007 at 06:31:28 pm EST (Viewed 445 times) |
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anime.mangacool.net
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Visionary
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Subject: I don't want to know what he might have eaten to give him dreams like that. [Re: Manga Shoggoth]
Posted Mon Dec 31, 2007 at 05:55:30 pm EST |
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Posted with Mozilla Firefox 2.0.0.11 on Windows XP
> The swirling mists began to clear.
>
> "Well," commented Cinderbelle, "Whoever is dreaming this loves statues."
>
> They were standing in what appeared to be a vast formal garden. Paved pathways wound between statues and flowerbeds, lightly shrouded in mist. The mist obscured the statues slightly, giving them a brooding air that they might not otherwise have.
>
> Dancer shrugged. Wandering through dreams was starting to affect her perceptions a little. That, and the scenery was giving her a bad case of deja vu. She had seen something like this before. Once.
>
> "And they like octopii as well. And fish. At the same time."
>
> The feeling of deja vu was getting stronger.
>
> "Cinderbelle... Can you remember the way back to Flapjack's dream?"
>
> "What! The perveted leprachaun? Why do you want to go back there?"
>
> "Because I have worked out whose dream we are in. At least, I have got it down to two, and I really don't like one of the choices..."
>
> There was a sound behind them. A female figure was standing on one of the plinths. She was garbed in a loose white robe and was holding a bow, with the arrow trained right at them. The bow was fully drawn, and the figure was sighting down the arrow.
>
> "Who are you?" the figure asked, relaxing the tension in the string. "You aren't one of the dreamers." Her speech was marked with a strange accent.
>
> "Dreamers?" queried Cinderbelle.
>
> "You really don't want to know." replied the figure, giving them an appraising look. "What would a minor fey and a minor manifestation of probability be doing here? Don't look do insulted - all things are relative."
>
> The figure suddenly spun, readied the bow and loosed an arrow into the mists. There was a screech followed by an explosion.
>
> "Exploding arrow?" asked Dancer.
>
> "Not when I fired it."
>
> Cinderbelle tugged at Dancer's sleeve. "Um." she whispered. "Haven't you noticed? She..."
>
> Dancer shushed her. She may not had the finest of classical educations, but...
>
> The figure standing before them was female - obviously - with an almost-flawless tanned figure, a slightly exotic caste to her features, and...
>
> The mists swirled again, and she was gone. In her place was another white-robed female, white and in her late sixties, carrying a staff. She looked at them oddly.
>
> "You shouldn't be here." she said. Then the mists took her too.
>
> She was replaced by a dark-skinned female in the same sort of robe.
>
> "Finally!" exclaimed Ebony. "This way out, guys."
>
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killer shrike
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Subject: "What"? [Re: Visionary]
Posted Mon Dec 31, 2007 at 08:13:32 pm EST |
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Posted with Microsoft Internet Explorer 7 on Windows Vista
> > The swirling mists began to clear.
> >
> > "Well," commented Cinderbelle, "Whoever is dreaming this loves statues."
> >
> > They were standing in what appeared to be a vast formal garden. Paved pathways wound between statues and flowerbeds, lightly shrouded in mist. The mist obscured the statues slightly, giving them a brooding air that they might not otherwise have.
> >
> > Dancer shrugged. Wandering through dreams was starting to affect her perceptions a little. That, and the scenery was giving her a bad case of deja vu. She had seen something like this before. Once.
> >
> > "And they like octopii as well. And fish. At the same time."
> >
> > The feeling of deja vu was getting stronger.
> >
> > "Cinderbelle... Can you remember the way back to Flapjack's dream?"
> >
> > "What! The perveted leprachaun? Why do you want to go back there?"
> >
> > "Because I have worked out whose dream we are in. At least, I have got it down to two, and I really don't like one of the choices..."
> >
> > There was a sound behind them. A female figure was standing on one of the plinths. She was garbed in a loose white robe and was holding a bow, with the arrow trained right at them. The bow was fully drawn, and the figure was sighting down the arrow.
> >
> > "Who are you?" the figure asked, relaxing the tension in the string. "You aren't one of the dreamers." Her speech was marked with a strange accent.
> >
> > "Dreamers?" queried Cinderbelle.
> >
> > "You really don't want to know." replied the figure, giving them an appraising look. "What would a minor fey and a minor manifestation of probability be doing here? Don't look do insulted - all things are relative."
> >
> > The figure suddenly spun, readied the bow and loosed an arrow into the mists. There was a screech followed by an explosion.
> >
> > "Exploding arrow?" asked Dancer.
> >
> > "Not when I fired it."
> >
> > Cinderbelle tugged at Dancer's sleeve. "Um." she whispered. "Haven't you noticed? She..."
> >
> > Dancer shushed her. She may not had the finest of classical educations, but...
> >
> > The figure standing before them was female - obviously - with an almost-flawless tanned figure, a slightly exotic caste to her features, and...
> >
> > The mists swirled again, and she was gone. In her place was another white-robed female, white and in her late sixties, carrying a staff. She looked at them oddly.
> >
> > "You shouldn't be here." she said. Then the mists took her too.
> >
> > She was replaced by a dark-skinned female in the same sort of robe.
> >
> > "Finally!" exclaimed Ebony. "This way out, guys."
> >
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Manga Shoggoth
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Subject: This assumes that a rescue was needed... [Re: Hatman]
Posted Tue Jan 01, 2008 at 01:10:45 pm EST |
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Manga Shoggoth
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Subject: I blame the cold medication. And trying not to listen to Heroes. [Re: Anime Jason]
Posted Tue Jan 01, 2008 at 01:11:27 pm EST |
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Manga Shoggoth
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Subject: Nutshells? [Re: Visionary]
Posted Tue Jan 01, 2008 at 01:12:25 pm EST |
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Hamlet?
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Manga Shoggoth
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Subject: He said "I don't want to know what he might have eaten to give him dreams like that". [Re: killer shrike]
Posted Tue Jan 01, 2008 at 01:12:57 pm EST |
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jack
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Subject: The scenery sounds pastoral and nice... [Re: Manga Shoggoth]
Posted Tue Jan 01, 2008 at 05:05:05 pm EST |
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Posted with Apple Safari 3.0.4 on MacOS X
> The swirling mists began to clear.
>
> "Well," commented Cinderbelle, "Whoever is dreaming this loves statues."
>
> They were standing in what appeared to be a vast formal garden. Paved pathways wound between statues and flowerbeds, lightly shrouded in mist. The mist obscured the statues slightly, giving them a brooding air that they might not otherwise have.
>
> Dancer shrugged. Wandering through dreams was starting to affect her perceptions a little. That, and the scenery was giving her a bad case of deja vu. She had seen something like this before. Once.
>
> "And they like octopii as well. And fish. At the same time."
>
> The feeling of deja vu was getting stronger.
>
> "Cinderbelle... Can you remember the way back to Flapjack's dream?"
>
> "What! The perveted leprachaun? Why do you want to go back there?"
>
> "Because I have worked out whose dream we are in. At least, I have got it down to two, and I really don't like one of the choices..."
>
> There was a sound behind them. A female figure was standing on one of the plinths. She was garbed in a loose white robe and was holding a bow, with the arrow trained right at them. The bow was fully drawn, and the figure was sighting down the arrow.
>
> "Who are you?" the figure asked, relaxing the tension in the string. "You aren't one of the dreamers." Her speech was marked with a strange accent.
>
> "Dreamers?" queried Cinderbelle.
>
> "You really don't want to know." replied the figure, giving them an appraising look. "What would a minor fey and a minor manifestation of probability be doing here? Don't look do insulted - all things are relative."
>
> The figure suddenly spun, readied the bow and loosed an arrow into the mists. There was a screech followed by an explosion.
>
> "Exploding arrow?" asked Dancer.
>
> "Not when I fired it."
>
> Cinderbelle tugged at Dancer's sleeve. "Um." she whispered. "Haven't you noticed? She..."
>
> Dancer shushed her. She may not had the finest of classical educations, but...
>
> The figure standing before them was female - obviously - with an almost-flawless tanned figure, a slightly exotic caste to her features, and...
>
> The mists swirled again, and she was gone. In her place was another white-robed female, white and in her late sixties, carrying a staff. She looked at them oddly.
>
> "You shouldn't be here." she said. Then the mists took her too.
>
> She was replaced by a dark-skinned female in the same sort of robe.
>
> "Finally!" exclaimed Ebony. "This way out, guys."
>
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Manga Shoggoth
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Subject: Just need the Beethoven in the background... [Re: jack]
Posted Fri Jan 04, 2008 at 09:16:20 am EST |
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