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Familiar Conversationalist
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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 8:44 pm
Whoopsie! ^^; Did this wrong~
Guess I'll wait for instruction on how to proceed before I continue sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 8:17 pm
Not all that glitters is gold...((Prolly best if I open. I guess just put Sornn's cert in the first post for now? Tis not a strict instruction, just a suggestion. :3 ))
It was the dead of night, and you were fast asleep. The flaming bottle lay flickering and crackling atop the dresser in your room, the only noise on this oddly silent night. A great multitude of voices begin to whisper in your dreams; all kind of voices that spoke of incomprehensible things. They gradually grew in volume until they were a roar, before suddenly ceasing. A moment of silence prevailed, then a child's voice whispered, "Go to the lake." And a loud thump woke you from your slumber. The bottle had fallen to the floor. ...Or a grand prize to behold
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Celestriakle Vice Captain
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Familiar Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:20 pm
Vince shook his head. "Ugh...I need to lay off the snacks before I go to bed at night..."
He looked over and saw that the bottle he had gotten earlier was on the floor now, instead of on the dresser where he put it. He walked over and picked it up, and a pulse went through his head, once again telling him to go to the lake.
"All right, all right," he said, slightly irritated. "But which lake?" he said to no one in particular.
He sighed as he put his clothes on and walked out the door, heading off in a random direction. Eventually he came to a large patch of trees, but he saw a small passage he thought he might be able to squeeze through. As he got closer, it seemed it was the perfect size for him. He sidled through and walked to the edge of the water.
"Alright, I'm here...Now what?" he asked the air. And how the hell am I going to get home...? he wondered to himself.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 10:33 pm
Sometimes...At the edge of the lake stood the Creator known as Anka, hidden partially by a pine tree. When Vince approached the water's edge, she stepped out and walked towards him. She eyed his bottle for a moment, then handed him an oil soaked pine bough. The moment he touched the bough, knowledge of what to do next flooded into his brain. He needed to make a star out of the pine needles of this bough. The star had to big enough to easily encircle the bottle. Then he would have to put the fiery bottle in the center and build a bonfire around it. There were no magic words or phrases, that was all. The bottle could take care of the rest. Dreams come true.
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Celestriakle Vice Captain
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Familiar Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:35 pm
Vince shook his head a bit, once more, then set down the pine bough and began to gather pine needles. When he had a star large enough, he set the bottle inside and put some twigs around the outside, perfect for a bonfire.
He reached into his back pocket and found...Nothing. "What the...?" He checked all his pockets before realizing: he forgot his lighter. "What am I supposed to do now...?" he said to the air.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 6:49 pm
Sometimes...The answer came soon enough: the bottle started the fire. The greenish flames grew slowly at first, but were gradually gaining speed. When the fire touched the pine needles, they instantly burst into a powerful red flame that encircled the original green one, turning into a small vortex. It grew into a blinding light, then disappeared from whence it came, leaving behind a small, soot covered puppy. The dazed animal slowly stood, then shook the ashes from its fur and peered up at Vince. The glint in its eye said, 'Hello.'
((There you are! Enjoy puppy Sornn! :3)) Dreams come true.
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Celestriakle Vice Captain
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