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Post by 2sexy4u on Dec 23, 2015 21:42:14 GMT -8
Sen wasn't walking so much as frolicking as he made his way towards some birds. Of course now that he was here he wasn't sure how to actually get the animals to assist him. He just knew they weren't very nice creatures. Skidding to a stop he looked to the birds picking seed ff the ground that had been blown free in the storm. Crows. That was right yeah? They were supposed to offer a ride back home.
"Hey birdies, wanna give me and my half dead baggage a lift back to the homestead?" he asked after a stretch of silence. There was no response initially. But then one of them looked his way and clacked it's beak in warning. The short still soggy man just scowled. "Oh come'on it's not like I wanna ride form you bird. Just help us out and then you'll be free. The other birds stopped to look his way as well and then they all at one flew up and came diving at him angrily.
"Ah hey stop!" She shouted before turning tail to run for the cover of the cellar. Only they were much to fast and followed him inside where he tried to bat away the offending fowl. "How do we ride these stupid biiiirds!!" He grumbled angrily as he looked to Heng for some help.
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Dec 24, 2015 22:56:22 GMT -8
Heng could hear Sen outside. Asking. Scaring away every bird in the vicinity. He sighed.
He made his way to the stairs, taking a breath as he prepared to climb them.
Then he heard shouting. Instinct told him to step away, and as soon as he did Sen came flying down the stairs, arms flailing most unelegantly, birds swarming him.
"Wha-" he breathed, frowning deeply. He walked over to where Sen was, helping him to (gently) bat away at the birds.
"Sorry.... sorry.. sorry," he mumbled whenever his hand brushed feathers (or was bitten/scratched at). And he thought he was done being injured for the day.
"We don't ride the birds," Heng explained in a low voice, "We um... hope that they take pity on us. And that we follow well," he put his hand to his wound again. This, of course, wasn't his first time asking the birds for assistance. He's been an Apprentice for about as long as you could be an apprentice. He's been through the weird... whatever it is that the birds travel through to take one back to Death's Realm. Something neither the mortal plane nor headquarters. The last time he went (a couple hundred years ago), he saw pyramids. It was odd. Of course there was the Void as well... Heng decided to keep that to himself for now.
"Uh," he cleared his throat, looking at the birds, "We're um.. terribly sorry to bother you but may we er, request that you take us back to Death? As you can um, as you can see I am quite injured and ah... our chrysanthemum was a casualty of our fight. With Hunters," he explained to them. He really hoped that they'd take pity on him.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Dec 27, 2015 19:32:57 GMT -8
The lack of pecking angry birds was well received as Sen lowered his hands some to look to Heng who had come to help deter the flock. "Follow well?" He asked trying to recall where he'd heard this? Maybe someone had told him this before. Probably in the beginning when he'd first come to this side. But that had been a few years so it had been forgotten to some extent. That aside he had no idea what to expect from this trip he was about to take.
Thankfully Heng did the hard part and asked the birds for some help. He'd have probably been rude about it anyway. So while the much more polite of the two addressed the fowl he slid behind him somewhat, using him as a meat shield once more. Just in case the birds wanted another go at him.
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Dec 28, 2015 19:06:08 GMT -8
After Heng's little speech, the birds fell silent. They perched on the cupboards and shelves, lined the stair railing, stared at them from atop the soggy wooden crates. Beady dark eyes of songbirds and crows looked up, unblinking.
"...Please," Heng said, breaking the silence. And at once, the birds started laughing. Heng flinched, covering his ears. Of course. What could he expect from the birds?
A flurry of wings rose up again, the cawing and chirping incessant. The birds flew around the small cellar again, just to annoy our two very stranded apprentices, then rose up, out of the cellar, and away into the sky.
Heng sighed, running a hand through his hair (which was finally dry now). As far as Heng knew, the birds have never hated him. Not that they liked him either, but he's never been completely abandoned by them before. This kind of stung. His fingers caught a feather, and he pinched the quill of it, pulling it out. It was light brown. A finch, or a sparrow of some sort, probably. He let it fall to the ground.
"Do you uh, have any other ideas, Se-" he began, looking over at Sen. He stopped mid word when he saw, sitting upon the crate, a bird.
A swallow.
"小燕子?" he said, straightening up. The swallow tilted its head, offered a chirp, and flapped its wings. Heng breathed out, lips forming a smile. "Thank you," he breathed.
"Sen, say thank you," Heng elbowed his companion gently.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Dec 28, 2015 21:27:21 GMT -8
Sen continued to hover behind Heng, curious to watch the exchange but not enough to leave the safety of the old man's shadow. Did the fiendish fowl even understand human speak? Did it sound like gibberish to them? Maybe like some monotonous yawning even. Only the birds would know and they cold hardly impart their secrets.
Instead of responding in a nice fashion though the birds flew the coup, abandoning them to their fate. Which meant Heng was probably gonna poof into a pile of apprentice dust. Maybe his dust would be antique colored for having been around so long. And eh would get home, eventually but that return trip alone was not something he was comfortable thinking about. He shook his head once to be rid of the thoughts as he looked to Heng who'd turned to ask something.
Instead he said something in what eh assumed was his native tongue and glanced behind him to which he did as well to spot a bird. Oh so this little fluff ball was their ticket home? Really? he opened his mouth to do the usual and make a wisecrack when an elbow met his side along with a plea for him to say thank you. Thank you? for this spindly little creature? He'd much rather thank it when they arrived safely. And despite his usual preference to ignore social niceties he begrudgingly thanked the bird, but only because he wanted to get home with the fossil still breathing... if that's what ti was still allowed to be called.
"Thank you."
Heng would just have to be thankful he'd at least said it.
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Dec 30, 2015 19:28:48 GMT -8
Heng was so glad that Sen did as he was told without being snappy. The birds know if you're being snappy.
The swallow, seemingly satisfied, extended its wings, then flew up, chirped to make sure the two waterlogged apprentices were paying attention, then flew out of the cellar.
"Come one, we can't fall behind," Heng said, scooping up his eyepatch when he passed it on the ground, putting it back on.
"I'm uh... I'm assuming that you've never gone home by bird before," he said as he held his hand up against his face to shade his eyes as he climbed the stairs. It was so bright out. He scanned the treetops for the swallow, and found it perched on a low hanging branch, watching and waiting. Heng grunted as he stepped onto the dirt outside. He wasn't bleeding again so... that was good.
"Uh... basically, the swallow will lead or uh... I guess it opens a portal? Anyways you'll know you're in it once you're in it. It's er, it's hard to explain. Then after we're in the uh.. the travelling space, it's between the mortal realm and death's, I've been told. Uh, once we're in there, we have to follow the bird very closely, or we'll get left behind. Things might attack us? I've never been attacked before but um, I've heard stories," he explained as he kept watch on the bird, following it into the forest. He turned once to make sure Sen was still there.
"Also um... the void is in this in between space. So er, make sure to not touch it. Also never lose sight of the bird," he reiterated. When he looked back up at the bird, everything was dark again. He felt lighter as well.
The forest faded into the background.
"...Here we go," he said, taking a breath.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Jan 1, 2016 20:34:33 GMT -8
Sen rolled his eyes at being told to keep up with the guy who'd bled out a copious amount of blood in some dingy cellar not long ago. But he did move quickly. At the mention of the looming travel by bird he stayed silent. He was not looking forward to it at all. His silence was a good sign that he was probably nervous. He stayed stoic as the journey was explained. It sounded like a real walk in the park, he was so excited. The warning to not lose sight of the bird was really uplifting. Like his heart was totally soaring right now. Ugh!
"Right here we go..." He muttered softly as everything seemed to change around them. If he hadn't died and come to this strange life he'd have never believed this was even real.
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Jan 6, 2016 20:55:37 GMT -8
Ah, the interspace. The bird portal dimension (not really a dimension?). The long way back to Headquarters. Oh look, there's a bit of the void! We're just going to side step that.
This place was just as weird as Heng remembered. It was dark, the atmosphere inky, swirling, constantly moving. The air was too thin but not in the breathing way, and it felt too light, like you could easily brush it aside. There was no sun, but light illuminated the not-realm anyways, but from where... no one knows. Were those stars? Maybe. That or spotlights.
The ground made no sound as you walked, which was probably the most eerie quality of this space. There was sound, a sort of windy, sandy sound, like what a journey sounds like. There was no sand though, not here anyways.
The bird flew straight (thankfully), bobbing through the air. It avoided a crooked stop sign (and Heng did the same, stooping). The loudest noises were his huffs, and behind him were Sen's. The bird was silent.
In the distance to their side, buildings were hung in suspension, mid collapse. Modern skyscrapers here. They ran a bit more and an European fortress loomed beside them, seemingly so close you could touch it (but you can't touch any of the structures here. It just doesn't work that way, no matter how hard you try).
After the fortress came a building structure Heng recognized well. Generic Ancient Chinese (the shingly roof and the dragons and red paint and all), the gazebo sort that the rich higher-class citizens would have in their gardens, standing alone in a pool of tranquil water, among the walkways and lotus leaves and blooming lotus flowers, while the sound of a guzheng accompanied the pitter patter of rain.
Very picturesque, stirring a heaviness in Heng's chest, but he looked back to the bird, lips pressed in a thin line.
"Sen I um, I hope you're not distracted," he said as the next ancient building approached.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Jan 8, 2016 23:17:00 GMT -8
To call this strange was a gross understatement. It was like traveling through jello at points and then air at others. Like they were moving through the fabric of time itself. How was any of this possible? Images of things he'd seen in books and on history documentaries flew past. he stared with wide eyes at the shadows cast all over what he thought might be past happenings. or were they just reproduced shots of his memories.
Sen stayed silent, trailing the samurai closely. He was so not about to get left behind in this fun house. As Heng broke the silence his gaze flicked to his back ahead of him. "No I'm not distracted you moron. I'm not dumb. If I wander off it's Hasta la Vista Baby. You should be more worried about not dying old man. You left like half your weight in blood back there." His words and tone lacked his usual bravado but still held all that anger at this situation as well as his obvious nervousness. He'd never forget his flower ever again after this. Up ahead some more old looking buildings loomed in the distance, Only they looked more like what he'd seen on his trip to his father's native home. Why were they seeing this stuff exactly?
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Jan 8, 2016 23:29:23 GMT -8
"Hasta la what?" Heng grumped back, glad that Sen was still close behind and not swallowed by the void (the motormouth had been suspiciously silent).
Heng kept his eyes firmly on the bird. No more distractions.
He had been holding his side this entire time. He was bleeding again, with all this running, but it was slow. He'd probably survive until he made it out of the portal. These trips weren't low, and it seems like the bird didn't want to waste any of its time (Heng was so thankful that the bird wasn't in a mischievous mood, where it'd be prone to leading following apprentices astray and into danger for fun. Really so thankful).
Suddenly, Heng's step fell heavy.
"Oof," he sounded, stretching out his arms to regain his balance. Somebody switched on the body gravity. The light brew brighter, more concentrated from the front. A breeze carried the scent of spring. The buildings disappeared, and a grass like texture had sprung up beneath them.
"We're exiting!" Heng called, taking deep breaths. There was a muffling sound, a pressure, like a plane taking off. The bird flew headfirst into the light. Into the light, that was kind of funny.
The blackness had faded to a field, unsaturated, but gaining brightness. One more push.
He could hear the Gardeners gasp, as he rolled upwards again. He might be bleeding a lot with a hole in his side, but he's still got it.
The Gardeners came over, warily, heads tilted.
"Ah, welcome back," he said to Sen.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Jan 8, 2016 23:51:24 GMT -8
The sensation of slipping from this odd state back to the reality eh knew well was a bit like what he imagined being jettisoned form a roller coaster might have felt like. He'd always wondered how it would feel to be weightless for a brief, glorious moment and then just slam into the ground ending the lofty feeling with the bleak dark blackness of death.
But he was already dead so that was a moot point. A pinpoint of blinding light pierced his vision and he squinted as they ran into it. Flew into it. Whatever. The ground beneath is feet was fantastic. It felt great t be stable after that madness. But the kinetic energy lurched him forward somewhat as he flicked his gaze to Heng who had the nerve to welcome him back. What a moron. He scoffed at his dumb greeting and looked away to keep him from seeing the small smirk on his face. Heck no was he gonna let him think he was amusing. He didn't care if he was bleeding or not. Instead he started barking out angry quips at the bumbling gardeners, standing around with their spades in hand like they might plant the dumb fossil.
"What are you dirty idiots gawking at. Go find a medic and tell 'em to meet us inside. I'm bringing them a half-living fossil." Speaking of which he looked back t the freshly bleeding old geezer and held out a hand. "C'mon old man, let's finish this dumb mission so I can go shower and forget this crap ever transpired." He sounded annoyed and relieved and maybe something else inter mingled but ti was hard to pinpoint.
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Jan 13, 2016 22:45:15 GMT -8
Heng gasped a little when he saw Sen extend his hand to him. It doesn't seem that Sen has realized yet that this would mean that he'd also have to hold Heng's hand but... uhm.. Heng coughed lightly.
"Thank you Sen," he said, grasping Sen's hand and pulling himself up. Was this the same kind of feeling as a distant cat finally coming up to you? It was pretty much the same feeling. Heng cracked a smile, chuckling as he let go.
"A shower sounds nice. Then I won't have to scrape the blood off," he mumbled drowsily.
Some Gardeners scurried off, doing as they're told. Another brought a glass of tea over, which Heng gladly accepted.
"The uh... the paperwork's going to be fun this time," he attempted at light conversation while he waited for the medics. They'd have one of those rolling beds, so Heng won't have to bleed across Headquarters to get to the medical ward.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Jan 14, 2016 8:50:45 GMT -8
Sen's eyes rolled at that gasp of surprise. See this is why he wasn't nice. people always had to have some reaction to it. He didn't pull his hand back though despite his obvious annoyance and offered his support until the old bloody fossil was standing on his own. The thanks was blown off, of course easily dismissed with a wave of his hand.he didn't even bother commenting on it and instead moved right along. "Yes, definitely. Showers all around." he wasn't clean either unfortunately and after sitting in that cold dank place without much on he might end up with a cold. But he could hope against that.
The gardeners did as they were told thankfully and once even brought some tea over. He declined though, he wasn't putting anything in his mouth until he was clean. Just thinking of consuming anything at all was nauseating. The mention of the paperwork was even worse ugh. He scoffed, laughing at it. "Please, I never do my paperwork." And he didn't. His paperwork was all done by any of the lovely women who worked there he could manipulate into doing ti for him. And as of today he'd done all of one sheet alone, His first sheet. the rest he had help doing most of if not all of it. "Why work when you can get some cute, mousey bookworm ladies to do it for you?" As he spoke his gaze flicked from the door to the old man, keeping a cautious eye out for his stance and any wobbling. Couldn't have the fool falling over but letting him continue to lie down could also be bad. Best to keep him alert and distracted. Dude had lost a ton of blood. "So no worries, I'll have one of the girls take care of yours too. You're swiss cheesed hide won't be able to do much anyway What's your handwriting look like? Chicken scratch?."
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Post by chrysDAMNthemum on Jan 14, 2016 15:10:42 GMT -8
"My handwriting is nice," Heng retorted. Back to this again. Oh well. Normality was good.
Heng took a deep breath, the smell of Death's Realm always tinged with some sweetness.
"I'm glad that this is over," he said quietly, looking out over the fields of chrysanthemums. Picturesque, if you ignore the mud caked on his shoes and the twig in his hair.
Heng pursed his lips. How to say this without sounding pushy or unpleasant? He cleared his throat.
"Uh... Sen," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "If you'd like I could uh, I could help you train. With your weapon. We don't have the same weapon but, they're both polearms of sorts so er, so I could help you use it more um. More effectively? The basics." he said in the least annoying way possible. Please don't get angry, Heng kept his gaze even, not challenging or displeased. He sweated a little.
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Post by 2sexy4u on Jan 14, 2016 15:53:04 GMT -8
Sen rolled his eyes and huffed in amusement at Heng's rebuttal. Yeah sure. He doubted it but then he'd seen some pretty swanky handwriting from some weird dudes before. Letting that one go for now he continued to glance around. The flowers man. His mom would've loved them. Maybe she'd get to see them one day though after thinking that he figured she and dad would lose it having history at their fingertips with all these people. "Me too old man. me too."
It was silent for a moment and he could almost hear Heng's rusty gears clinking and clanking into action. How often did he use them he wondered idly. Finally he spoke up, oh good, he'd finished loading. He bet he'd be comparable to dial-up. Of course as Heng spoke the shorter male looked bored but he was listening. The Fossil had earned at least that much today from him. He may be an obnoxious, pretentious brat but he had his limits.
Training eh? He supposed that wasn't the worst idea ever. But the idea of working close to a sweaty dude was hardly appealing. Especially after he'd had to get all up close and personal today. Blech. He was however highly inept in the fighting department as was now evident. His aloof mannerisms made it seem like he was incapable of caring. He wasn't, he was just very into himself so it was hard to make space for others when they came along. And it was hard to attain that level him.
His ice blue eyes slanted a bit as he focused on the samurai or whatever he was. Still hadn't decided. He didn't look to happy about the subject though and finally said his piece. "Well, I'm loath to admit it but yeah sure." he admitted shrugging his shoulders. He didn't like things that had no use and he was certainly in a fight. No point calling people out for botching a job if he couldn't take it when it was his fault. Although he wasn't always so accommodating. It just so happened that this was a serious matter and also his life. Or death. Whatever.
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