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 Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 9:25 pm
Set up near some woods and a river was a simple, one place tent. Zeo crawled out of it and got up, stretching. He suddenly started to wonder where he was exactly and looked around. It quickly came back to him when he saw the nearby city. He had arrived late the night before, after a long walk from the last town he stopped in. That's what most of his life consists of; staying a week or two in one place before moving on.
Zeo then looked at the river. He walked toward it, passing by the remains of the small fire he started last night. He sat against a tree and stared into the water, hoping there would be enough fish to catch around here.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 9:48 pm
+from a place upstream there drifts a sound, the deep-throated cry of a saxaphone, swimming through the trees and echoing off of the surface of the water. Between the trees in the distance, the old native's silhouette can be vaguely traced out. He almost looks like a piece of the foliage, that's how much he and his lonely notes belong. He's one with this place, having grown up from a sapling like the trees overhead.
Unlike the wanderer, this is the only place he has ever lived, and the only place he ever will. He was born not a mile from this very spot, and will die and be buried within the same.
He has noticed the other man's camp, and this is a way to send a greeting without intruding.+
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 4:11 pm
Relaxing to the flow of water, a different sound came to his ears. He turned his head and tried to locate the source. He noticed someone, but couldn't see the person's looks very well. He then thought he might have been on someone's property. He certainly hoped not, as he had a few bad experiences of that nature in the past.
After rethinking the situation, he realized his camp must have been noticed for a while now, and the man would probably have come to tell him if there was a problem. This made him wonder why the man stayed away, but it mattered to him not. He simply stayed seated and listened to the sounds around him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 11:58 am
+the song changes to a softer one. It's sad, and yet, there is a slight bounce to the notes that must be the happiness of the player seeping through. When the song comes to an end, he does something most peculiar--he plucks a long flat leaf from a tree and writes something on it, then floats it down the water.
It moves with the flow, and comes to rest in a collection of twigs by the bank, close enough to pick up.
Then he raises his sax to his lips, and plays something soothing.+
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 6:33 pm
((A quick in-and-out drive-by posting, since you guys are in the forest. ^_^ ))
The noise of something, maybe an animal, running through the woods at an abnormal speed is heard by both Dorian and Zeo as it approaches their general vicinity, then veers off away from them as it apparently detects their presence.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 11:43 am
+notices the rustling of branches, and follows it with his eyes. He makes the briefest moment of eye contact with the girl... As she runs away he blows a new melody into his saxaphone, changing it as the winds change. There may be a 90% chance that this human is completely harmless to her.+
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 1:57 pm
He listened to the music from upstream come and go, now paying less attention to the water. His sight suddenly shifted toward an incoming sound and he jumped up immediately. Turning himself around, his eyes scanned the area. He stood there a few moments, but found nothing threatening.
He turned back and it was then he finally saw the leaf, floating still in the river. He first thought nothing of it. That is until he noticed something more to it. He got closer and kneeled down to pick it up. He read what was on it...
((A slight detail; it's spelled saxophone. Nothing too bad, but I thought you should know.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 2:17 am
(( thanks. ))
+It reads: My land. You're welcome. I have tea and bread, and would gladly offer them for company. Don't get much around here.
The old man keeps playing, soft and low, like singing a song to the wind.+
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 4:48 am
He stared at the message for a moment, before throwing the leaf away. He appreciated being able to stay here and told himself he would go talk to the man later.
Firsts things first, he had to set up his net in the river, so he would have a chance to eat anything good. Tea and bread just wouldn't be enough. He stepped into the tent and came back out shortly, holding a rolled up net. He went near the river and immediately stuck one end of the net into the ground using a steel spike attached to it.
He then closed his eyes and stayed there standing up. Nothing apparent was going on. He kept this up for about a minute and finally opened his eyes. Looking at the water, he placed one foot on it, then the other. He was now standing on the water as he would on normal ground. He took slow steps forward, unrolling the net as he went on. Each of the weights along the net sunk in the water, carrying it with them. As he neared the other side, he struggled more and more to keep his balance. He suddenly fell down, splashing water on himself and around. Being close enough to the ground, he got a hold of it and pulled himself out of the water.
He was now breathing harder, but continued nonetheless. He placed the other end of the net in the ground, then walked up to some grass. After removing his wet shirt, he layed down. He needed to rest, as well as stabilize his breathing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 2:13 pm
+It's hard to watch the man struggle to catch his dinner. He thinks back to the days when he was a traveller, when he fished and shot for his supper. It wasn't that long ago, and he hasn't come a long way since.
Finishing his song, he slides down out of the tree's cradle of branches, and starts to walk back to his little house. He builds a fire outside, stoking it with good smelling cedar. He sets a big pot directly on the fire and starts to cut up vegetables: black carrots, celery, red potatoes, baby corn, local beans of all shapes and sizes. He dices up a slab of cooked beef and adds it. He pours in the spring water for it to simmer in, and all the flavors start to seep together. He pulls out a bottle of good wine, and adds a splash, settling down a few feet away from the fire, taking a drink for himself.
His hope is that when that fire gets really going, and that cauldron heats up, and the smell of it rises up in steam and carries down the stream, that the traveller will be tempted to come and get himself a hearty bowl.+
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 1:38 am
((Man, sorry about the delay, but I don't think I'll be able to continue for a while. So I think it's best if this is forgotten now rather than when it developped too much. '^^))
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 10:40 pm
(( Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Well I'll be here, if you want to post again in the future. No worries. ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 4:06 am
She darts through, pausing, her olfactory sensors working on a familiar stimulus.
The unit was here, not long ago.
She starts to circle the area.
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