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 Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 10:42 am
dianersj and out from the shadows emerged drosselmeyer with a bouncy antennae hat. Fakir took a step back, clenched his fists and said " what are you doing here!" drosselmeyer closed his eyes, chuckled and took a seat on a chair in the corner. " quite a nice place you have, you imagined this yourself?," drosselmeyer nodded and stood up to look around. " what do want?" fakir said never taking his eyes off of him. Ignoring him Drosselmeyer proceeded around the small room and stopped in front of the bed where duck lay sleeping. "Ah! DUCK?" he said surprised, glancing between fakir and duck and then with the fith glance between the two a smirk started gaining quickly on the corner of his face. "ah, i see what this is about, very interesting. You wrote a story so she could turn back into a girl didn't you? the Useless knight who fell in love with a duck, oh wait, now it's prince isn't it?" Drosselmeyer chuckled while Fakir turned red, but then burst out " The hell do you know? you should be dead!" "Ah, my dear boy that is where you are wrong, i am a drifting spirit drawn to tragic stories, who would have thought that another tragic tale would be in my town?" Drosselmeyer let out an evilly interesting grin. "Nonetheless i can't seem to place my finger as to why you don't have to write anything down for things to happen, is the story taking a life of its own? No, this house is clearly your doing; yet the only ink writing i found was one page which was i'm assuming the start of this.. then the rest looked all printed out freshly from the wall-...." "what you read my writings?" Fakir said getting really aggrivated "well i wanted to see how tragic this was,and i wanted to add a few things myself " drosselmeyer said really proudly " but, sadly it wouldn't let me! I was so troubled by this so i came to stop by, so why...Could it be that this whole story is from your imagination? Yes that would explain things." "what are you talking about? You're saying that i'm imagining all of this?" Drosselmeyer nodded in confidence "yes yes that would explain it, you have the chance to make this a fairytale or a tragedy..Oh please do!" " i'm not here to amuse a dead old man.. " fakir said and thought about what drosselmeyer told him, contemplating whether this was believable or not. Fakir scoffed as the old man laughed at him some more, "Shut up, Drosselmeyer!" Fakir yelled only to notice that he left yet again. Ahiru sturred in her sleep, Fakir smiled as her watched her sleep, "I'll protect you from now on, princess." Meanwhile back at the castle The queen sat on her throne waiting for her most trusted servant to arrive, "What's taking her so long." The Queen grew impatient until....A loud drum banged causing the Queen to jump a little, "UZURA!?! Why do you even do that." Uzura, looking like to be the same age as Ahiur wore a dark verion of her original outfit." Why, uzura?" she questioned.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 9:15 pm
The queen sat back onto her chair. resting her head on the palm of her hand she looked over to Uzura with bored and annoyed eyes. " I guess it can't be helped." The queen thought back when she first found uzura. ....
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 9:24 pm
dianersj The queen sat back onto her chair. resting her head on the palm of her hand she looked over to Uzura with bored and annoyed eyes. " I guess it can't be helped." The queen thought back when she first found uzura. ....
It was before she was the queen, She remembered walking down a dark loney road hearing people crying. She remembered how much her heart felt so broken like it was missing something....or someone. Dementia still walked the road, until she saw a little girl that looked like a doll. She ran over to it and held the poor broken doll in her hands, "Poor thing, I guess a child lost..."
"Hello, Uzura" the doll shouted moving her arms about baning a drum. Dementia looked confussed, "how could this doll talk?" she thought, until she was interupted with a loud, "CAW CAW CAW" she was surounded by ravens.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 9:42 pm
She clutched Uzura tightly to her chest as she searched for a place to hide, unable to find a spot she began running as fast as she could but strangely the Crows were not following, they remained hovering over that one spot. Dementia took the chance to hide in a nearby ally and sat down behind garbage cans. Dementia looked at Uzura tenderly as she patted uzura's face. " what are you doing Uzura?" uzura said with wide eyes and a curious tone. Dementia was caught off guard remembering that the thing talked. " You're a strange doll aren't you," Dementia said " I like you." Uzura's eyes remained staring at her with a curious and eager to learn face. " Lovey Dovey with Uzura?" she exclaimed as she started banging on her drum. Dementia didn't want her to make such noises, panicing, she picked her up and ran away.
Back in the spot where uzura was found, Drosselmeyer returned looking this way and that for uzura. " Uzura? Uzura! stringless puppets HMPH!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 2:02 pm
"it's her own fault for loosing me. HMPH!" drosselmayer wandered off.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 4:21 pm
rikuzbabe "it's her own fault for loosing me. HMPH!" drosselmayer wandered off.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 10:46 pm
Back in the room Duck had somewhat healed from her strange injuries and was sitting up on the bed. Fakir was still asleep, resting only his head at the end of her bed. Duck tried to get up but the pain at her side was too overwhelming, and after two tries she just couldn't get up. Once she gave up, she looked out the window next to the bed. The clouds were a dark, thick and gloomy grey, and there were no one out on the streets. With nothing positive outside to look at, Duck let out a heavy sigh and looked down on at her hands, ' what happened here...' she thought. And that's when she noticed the bright glowing red ring on her finger. 'Strange, this glow reminds me of something...' suddenly thoughts of her transforming into princess tutu flashed through her mind. 'oh no! is this a shard of the prince's heart? Mytho!...Rue!...No, it can't be..' Duck thought about testing the ring to see if it had the same properties as the necklace she once had that enabled her to turn into a girl, which in turn transformed her into Princess Tutu. Duck concentrated on the ring, as she slowly tried to take the ring off. **PooF!**
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:18 pm
dianersj Back in the room Duck had somewhat healed from her strange injuries and was sitting up on the bed. Fakir was still asleep, resting only his head at the end of her bed. Duck tried to get up but the pain at her side was too overwhelming, and after two tries she just couldn't get up. Once she gave up, she looked out the window next to the bed. The clouds were a dark, thick and gloomy grey, and there were no one out on the streets. With nothing positive outside to look at, Duck let out a heavy sigh and looked down on at her hands, ' what happened here...' she thought. And that's when she noticed the bright glowing red ring on her finger. 'Strange, this glow reminds me of something...' suddenly thoughts of her transforming into princess tutu flashed through her mind. 'oh no! is this a shard of the prince's heart? Mytho!...Rue!...No, it can't be..' Duck thought about testing the ring to see if it had the same properties as the necklace she once had that enabled her to turn into a girl, which in turn transformed her into Princess Tutu. Duck concentrated on the ring, as she slowly tried to take the ring off. **PooF!** She returned to the form of a small yellow duck, she inwardly frowned as she tried to get the ring back on her feather. Fakir awoke to see duck running about. "ahiru?" he whispered.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 1:14 pm
Ahiru stopped in her tracks, and turned to fakir who was rubbing his eyes. Ahiru looked back at her wing and it had the ring nestled around a feather. 'Water'. She thought. 'thats right! i need water! but where?' Ahirus eyes traced the room until she noticed the glass of water at the window sill. 'why didn't i notice that before?' As ahiru struggled to jump ontop of the window sill, Fakir noticed what she was doing and tried to stop her, but it was too late and with a bright, blinding red light Ahiru turned back into a girl. " Ow ow ow ow ow ow , that hurt" ahiru said holding her ribs. But before she could look up, clothes were thrown at her and fakir left the room closing the door behind him. 'Fakir....' a smile came upon Ahiru's lips while looking at the door. She put the clothes on and got up to open the door and greet Fakir. But no one was there. She went down the stairs to the main room to find no one else there. "fakir?Fak..." It was then that she noticed a room dimly lit at the end of the room. She walked cautiously over to it and said quietly " Fa-akir?" But the room was empty as well. Ahiru entered the room and saw a small desk and chair. A dimly lit lantern, feather fountain pens, and some paper strawn everywhere. "what ..is this?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 6:54 pm
dianersj Ahiru stopped in her tracks, and turned to fakir who was rubbing his eyes. Ahiru looked back at her wing and it had the ring nestled around a feather. ' Water'. She thought. 'thats right! i need water! but where?' Ahirus eyes traced the room until she noticed the glass of water at the window sill. 'why didn't i notice that before?' As ahiru struggled to jump ontop of the window sill, Fakir noticed what she was doing and tried to stop her, but it was too late and with a bright, blinding red light Ahiru turned back into a girl. " Ow ow ow ow ow ow , that hurt" ahiru said holding her ribs. But before she could look up, clothes were thrown at her and fakir left the room closing the door behind him. 'Fakir....' a smile came upon Ahiru's lips while looking at the door. She put the clothes on and got up to open the door and greet Fakir. But no one was there. She went down the stairs to the main room to find no one else there. "fakir?Fak..." It was then that she noticed a room dimly lit at the end of the room. She walked cautiously over to it and said quietly " Fa-akir?" But the room was empty as well. Ahiru entered the room and saw a small desk and chair. A dimly lit lantern, feather fountain pens, and some paper strawn everywhere. "what ..is this?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 8:49 pm
Ahiru read the papers over and over again trying her best to swallow down what she was reading. 'How,..How is this possible?' she kept thinking to herself. 'I know Fakir has the ability to write stories.. but this?... why?' Suddenly the door creaked behind her, and the lantern nearby went out. Ahiru turned to look behind her only to see a dark figure by the door. She stumbled back and in a small worried voice said " Who, who's there?" The figure walked slowly to the lantern. He bent over a little to remove the glass and light the flame once more. " Just me" Fakir said. Ahiru gulped and asked " Um, fakir, what is this?" Fakir failed to notice that she was talking about the paper in her hand and glanced about the room. "Seems to me like an old study." he looked with a puzzled look "Why, is something wrong?" Ahiru looked at him and then to the paper once more. 'So then, is someone else writing this?-I think i'll keep this for a while." Ahiru folded the letter into her pocket as quickly as possible so that he won't notice and said " OH! uh.... Uhh.. Its nothing, its nothing.. I uh... Just wanted to know if this was the bathroom.. Yeah yeah ehehee...." fakir pointed to adjacent room. "its right next door." "Great! Well uh..Gotta go!" Ahiru said as she skuttled quickly out of the room and into the bathroom. As soon as she got in she shut it and leaned against the door with a sigh. She put a hand to her pocket right where the paper was. And then Decided to take it out again.. She read it again and her eyes widened. 'This story, it's still going... '
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 3:50 pm
dianersj Ahiru read the papers over and over again trying her best to swallow down what she was reading. 'How,..How is this possible?' she kept thinking to herself. 'I know Fakir has the ability to write stories.. but this?... why?' Suddenly the door creaked behind her, and the lantern nearby went out. Ahiru turned to look behind her only to see a dark figure by the door. She stumbled back and in a small worried voice said " Who, who's there?" The figure walked slowly to the lantern. He bent over a little to remove the glass and light the flame once more. " Just me" Fakir said. Ahiru gulped and asked " Um, fakir, what is this?" Fakir failed to notice that she was talking about the paper in her hand and glanced about the room. "Seems to me like an old study." he looked with a puzzled look "Why, is something wrong?" Ahiru looked at him and then to the paper once more. 'So then, is someone else writing this?-I think i'll keep this for a while." Ahiru folded the letter into her pocket as quickly as possible so that he won't notice and said " OH! uh.... Uhh.. Its nothing, its nothing.. I uh... Just wanted to know if this was the bathroom.. Yeah yeah ehehee...." fakir pointed to adjacent room. "its right next door." "Great! Well uh..Gotta go!" Ahiru said as she skuttled quickly out of the room and into the bathroom. As soon as she got in she shut it and leaned against the door with a sigh. She put a hand to her pocket right where the paper was. And then Decided to take it out again.. She read it again and her eyes widened. 'This story, it's still going... '
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 7:57 pm
Meanwhile, the queen was on her throne, tusseling her hair with her finger and thinking about what to do since her sacrifice and her son escaped her all in the same day. The Queen got up and looked out her Castle window, The sky was grim, dark, and cloudy, and the land was no different. Some houses were burning while the clatter of swords, yells of men, and shrieks of women and children were made, they were not heard by her Lordship. Though she was looking out the window, her mind was elsewhere. 'I'm nothing without him..am I really that pathetic?' she thought regretfully. 'These are all his dreams and ambitions anyways I only wished to fufill them for him.. so then, why has he....' Her thoughts were disrupted as she wrapped a shawl around her shoulders tightly when a cold winter breeze swept in through the window and forced a heavy drapery to dangle and fly helplessly in its fierceness. The Queen looked closer at the drapery and noticed a small red door behind it. She rubbed her shoulders and looked at the throne doors with little hope and then back at the drapery where the red door hides with childish curiousity. 'I don't expect them to find him anytime soon, I'll just kill time..' She headed for the door. The door was very small. Its hinges were extremely rusted and the red paint had been chipping at the top. The shiny golden door knob was cold and as she turned it and pushed forward, it creaked heavily. And there it was.
Fakir heard the knock and his heart raced. 'You mean to tell me that...this page is telling whats happening right now?' he thought with a growing fear. He read the Paper and it read "Fakir's heart began to race as he heard a knocking on his door." The knock was loud, and relentless. Knock, knock, knock, knock, POUND, POUND, POUND, POUND. This time Fakir didn't need to read the paper to find out. Fakir realized that they now were trying to break in. He ran out of the study but it was too late. The invaders broke the door down.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 6:30 pm
Dementia opened the door and saw something she could not explain, a small room with pictures that resebled tarot cards each with a stone table infront of it two of the tarot card images were glowing while the others were dull and faded away by time. She walked over to the tarot card for the Queen of penticals, she gasped as she saw the images of herself there and next to that picture was the image of the "Jack of Swords" was indeed her son, fakir.
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