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Post by nintendonut1 on Sept 4, 2011 19:47:46 GMT -5
John could not stop the huge, stupid grin on his face at the initial compliment. His pride beaming like the sun, he replied, "Haha, wow! Thanks! You guys are pretty awesome-looking too--"
His smile faltered slowly, however, as the third, not-as-pleasent candle spoke up. What a downer! Well, he supposed all... candle-people were different, just like humans, the other two would probably just brush him off--
"--WHOA." John side-stepped the barrage of fireballs, ducking behind some rocks as he pulled out his hammer. "Geez! What'd I DO!?"
He pressed his back against the rocks tightly as the fireballs kept flying. He had a moment to observe his jacket and remember their comments. "...wow, it DOES look like toothpaste."
He sat up straight when the fires dwindled, and he braved a glance into the crossfire. It seems those fireballs spent a lot of their energy, and he noted their weakened wickers.
.................
John: Be dramatic.
Genius strikes you.
Having deduced the mutant candles' weakness, you dramatically step out from behind the rocks. The CANDLE BEASTS stare at you while catching their breath. You give them a hard, steely stare in return.
You release your WARHAMMER OF VILLYHOO. It unceremoniously clatters to the floor, though you imagine it to happen in slow motion.
You give them no words. You only raise your hand.
This is so awesome.
John: Do the Windy Thing.
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Post by DM: Dersite Merchant on Sept 4, 2011 21:52:24 GMT -5
Though the candle talking about being 'supposed to be a villain' made Paula a little suspicious, she was willing to give him the chance to be civil since he seemed genuinely willing to be. Even if it was to prevent from being nearly killed again. There was still the matter of Nepeta's assault though...
"I believe something you said may have triggered some emotional trauma in her," she told Wax. "...perhaps bringing back old memories... And the pain of the past blinded her judgement, making her lash out like she did..."
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Sept 4, 2011 21:57:20 GMT -5
Upon hearing Paula's words, Nepeta looked around once again. "I... I did this?" she asked. "Oh... oh my... oh my gosh I'm so sorry!!" She began to cry, olive tears leaking down her cheeks, as she turned away from them, running away. She didn't want to face Waxevius or Paula, and so she ran outward of the cave.
I... I let my emotions get the better of me... I hurt an innocent purrson...
Nepeta ran out from the cave as fast as she could, starting to near the scene of yet another strife.
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Post by ryocker on Sept 4, 2011 22:25:36 GMT -5
"Whoa, whoa, where are you-! HEY!" He stretched his arm out in an attempt to grab Nepeta, but all he really managed to do was slap it into a wall as she ran out. "...Great. There goes trying to redeem myself for my jerkish actions..." Slapping himself in the face again, something... happened.
He began to sniffle, blubber, while weird bits of liquid Wax came out his eyes. "...Maybe I don't like being a king..." he nuffed, embers flying out of his craters. "Maybe I'm just being a bad-guy because I've got a bad ignewaxling hood... because my... Body's a mutatious blov of blaaack!!"
His candle flickered. "I don't wanna be a complete jerk anymore! It brings me too much pain to see all of this!!" Man, he hadn't cried like this since... ever. He was too busy being a jerk to really care.
...it's a good thing no-one but that girl were here to see this... "If m-my minions saw me like this, they'd freak out...!"
Meanwhile...
...He dropped his weapon. Seriously? "I think he's got windows on his eyes because he's a moron."
"Naw, couldn't be." one of them guessed. "Maybe he just gave u-"
Then pleasentless boy said something. "RUUN- I mean, slime slither!" he yelled, before taking covor behind a rock.
"Why-iiiIIIIIEEEEEE!" Being dragged in like a rubber band, the second of the team was also forced into safety. Their third, on the other hand...
"You guys look like such dim-rods over th-"
FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!
"...Oh snap, NO! Nononononononononoooooo it can't end like thi-!"
bit by bit, his body turned from white to grey, stiffening, hardening, cracking in places. He tried squirming out of it, but there was no use- all smoked wicks shared one common fate...
being a statue.
His comrades looked from behind their rock, mouths wide opened. "He... He figured out the Ignewax weakspot! Holy wax, man, we are SNUFFED!" While this one began to spin in random patterns, the more boring one slithered close to john, wide eyed.
"...um..." he began, eyes wibbling. "...screw the rules for now, we're not ticking you off."
"Screw the WHAT?! Dude, you're a huge stickler for the rules! why are you- OW, YOU GOT WAX IN MY EYE!"
"Because I don't want my five minutes of cryogenic sleep, ya numb-sludge!"
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Post by nintendonut1 on Sept 4, 2011 22:43:49 GMT -5
Wow. WOW. That was more effective than he ever could've imagined.
"Whoa." John withdrew his hand and bit his lip. A bit TOO effective, he felt. He couldn't help a pang of regret, even IF these little guys were trying to cook him not a moment ago.
Picking up his hammer and putting it away, he approached the small statuette, bending down and poking it. "...is he dead?" he asked, looking up when their dispute answered his question. "...oh! So it just freezes you for a brief time. Whew, okay, I was freaking out for a sec!"
He stood up, resting his hands on his hips. "So, where IS your boss, anyway? Could he, I dunno, tell me where I am? I kinda just appeared here, so I had no idea I was intruding anywhere."
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Post by DM: Dersite Merchant on Sept 4, 2011 23:08:26 GMT -5
"Wait!" cried Paula, reaching out a hand to try stopping her, but it was too late. She frowned as she watched the cat girl flee. I really seemed to hurt her seeing what she'd done. Folding her hands in prayer, Paula silently and solemnly begged to whomever the higher being(s) of this world was/were, Please... Give her the strength she needs...
Looking up from her moment of prayer, she saw the candle creature in his moment of genuine remorse. So... he was only a villain because that's what was expected of him? Paula felt a sense of empathy emerge in her for him.
"You don't have to be a bad guy just because you look the part or people expect you to be," she said calmly and kindly. "As long as you have the desire, you can still make up for things you've done in the past by learning to help other people rather than hurting them." Staring down the path Nepeta took, she added, "And I'm sure in time, you'll be able to reconcile with her..."
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Sept 4, 2011 23:23:18 GMT -5
Nepeta didn't know what to think anymore. She slowed to a stop and simply slumped against the cave wall. Instinctively she doodled on the floor with the wax on her claws, making a picture of nothing in particular.
I hurt... a pawssible new furriend... how could I have...
She thought to all her friends. What if she'd done this to them??
Terezi... Vwhiskers... Tavros... Equius... K-...Karkitty...
On the floor in front of her, Nepeta scratched out five symbols.
♎ ♏ ♉ ♐ ♋
Her tears flecked down from her face, filling the five indentations. Her closest friends... They were all gone. It hit her. She'd never see any of them again. Not them, not the humans... Everyone she knew was either dead, gone, or both.
Maybe she was better off that way. Apparently she was a danger even to those who wanted to be her friend. She looked down and closed her eyes, oblivious to any who would approach her.
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Post by ryocker on Sept 4, 2011 23:52:02 GMT -5
Wax put a hand on his arm, looking away from Paula. "Actually," he said, still sniffling. "I'm only like this because I'm, well, bigger. That, and you could say my kind are... um..." he put a finger to his mouth in thought, before finally getting what he wanted. "I believe the living term is... 'racist' towards 'mutants,' not that I'm sure I'm a mutant...
"I mean, i guess I am, i was sculpted out of this stuff. Everyone else was made out of white and stayed puny, but not me..." Anyone paying attention to the air would smell a slight trace of flame, not Wax's, but another candle's. "...Wait... that couldn't be one of my-"
"Master Waxevius!"
One of the hallways that Nepeta didn't enter were soon flooded with a small flock of candles, fat, chubby, and much smaller than Waxevius. Rather than beg in fear, they forgot about how heartless he was and just gave him a great big hug. "Master Waxevius, we heard you scream, and thought you- that someone- Your wick got yanked!"
"Believe me, i almost was," he smirked, returning their hug. When their blank white eyes gave him a weird look, he pointed to the floor. "See that stain?" It took a while, but the gasps were all at once.
"W-who... Was it this intruder?!" one of them accused, getting closer to Paula. "Nobody almost kills boss without getting propper- WHOA!"
Using his arm like a grapple, Waxevius managed to pull the little guy away from her. "Troops, This may sound hard to believe, but from now on, we aren't gonna start fights with any intruders. Unless they start it first, or seem like a load of Wax droppings."
They were silent. "...did you get brain damage bo-"
"SHUTIT!" he roared. "No, I had a change of heart. ...besides, what happened the last time we started a fight?"
"...we got our wicks handed to us," they said in unison.
"Right. So if we're gonna cause any more mischief, it's to strict enemies, not random bystanders. Capich?"
"Yeah!" they shouted in unison, pumping their fists high.
Waxevius continued to smile at them, happy they didn't really care. "...oh, that's right," he remembered, looking back at Paula. "We aren't introduced yet. The name's Waxevius E. Lantern, but you can just call me Wax." Extending his hand, he made sure it wasn't scalding hot to the human's touch.
Elsewhere... (HA! betcha thought I'd say meanwhile! XD)
"Well we can tell you where you're at," the lame one said, crossing his arms. "You're in the caves. Which is to the west of the center of this island.
"See, right now, we're in the middle of the biggest crossroads in existance. This dimension, that dimension, heck, even the world your entertainment thingies come from, they're all linked one way or another. But this isn't just any dimension, oh no, it's inbetween'em."
Hoping he got his point across, he stared at his stone cold compadre. "...three, two, one."
A burst of light suddenly came from his unlit wick, then just flashed into flame, his grey melting off. "Ugh, last time I'm ignoring a warning... Wait."
"What? you drop something other than wax?"
"No, listen! you hear that?" Pointing the sides of their heads in the distance, they managed to hear... something soft. Crying. A girl crying, by the estimate. "Sounds like someone went stark raving mad on the boss, he's okay, but then she became sad and ran away from him to try and calm down!"
"DUDE! that's too complicated to make sense! Besides, master Wax couldn't possibly- Hey get back here, weenie roaster!"
"Sorry!" He called, hopping away. "But I know my emotional meloncholly's! Come with if you want!" Despite scuddling off rather quickly, Ignewaxes... aren't fast compared to a legged animal.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Sept 5, 2011 11:49:49 GMT -5
"A crossroads of dimensions...?" John began to space out as the candles continued to bicker with each other. So, he was between dimensions, huh? That means he could meet anyone, from anywhere. He could meet characters from his favorite movies--
His eyes widened. He could meet Nicolas Cage here.
Before he could begin to fanboy over THAT possibility, he caught sight of the candles beginning to trot away. Apparently they heard something? He waited and listened too, and upon hearing the soft sobbing, he took off. Easily, he ran ahead of the candles, and reached the source of the cries alone.
He slowed to a stop as the tunnel opened into a small chamber, and on the floor sat a young girl, probably no older than him, painfully sobbing above waxy drawings on the floor. John looked between the girl and the drawings, a sense of de ja vu washing over him. He felt like he SHOULD know who she was for SOME reason, but it just wasn't coming to him.
Either way, she was in distress. He approached her, knelt down beside her, and ventured, "Hey, are you okay?"
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Post by DM: Dersite Merchant on Sept 5, 2011 16:54:56 GMT -5
Paula smiled, pleased to see that Wax was staying more or less true to his heel face turn. Accepting his handshake, she said, "My name is Paula Polestar. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wax."
In the bad of her mind, her thoughts returned to the cat girl. Part of her still worried for her, but feeling things were starting to look up for her had just started to rise next to the worries.
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Sept 5, 2011 17:10:08 GMT -5
>Nepeta: Regard this windy boy.
Just as you felt the pit of your loneliness, you hear a voice beside you. It tickles pleasantly to you, like a long lost friend.
You look up to see who could possibly be the owner of the voice. The blue-clad boy managed to sneak up on you, and you back away instinctively before stopping yourself.
He looks familiar to you. From one of your Trollian sessions, you recognize him as the ectoBiologist. Someone you wanted to talk to but never had the chance to.
==>
For some reason, the sight of this faintly familiar lad calms you down greatly, and you leap forward with a loving pouncegr33t, which is more of a tight hug.
Everything is fine and nothing hurts.
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Post by ryocker on Sept 5, 2011 19:18:22 GMT -5
"and it's likewise a pleasure tah meet you, Paula." he returned, looking down at her. Though he couldn't have known her thoughts, he had an idea of what was going on. "You want to go find her again, right?"
Before Paula could really respond, he quickly said, "I... actually want to see her again, too. If only to try and foster what we couldn't have."
Father down the hall, a bunch of Ignewaxes were... burnt out. literally. in their attempts to catch up with John, they overworked themselves. The three of them stand close to eachother in running positions, wicks snuffed out.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Sept 5, 2011 19:33:55 GMT -5
He cocked his head a bit as the two of them made eye contact. Yeah, he really felt like he should KNOW this... weird, alien cat-girl. "What's the matte--oof!"
John fell back onto his butt at the force of her hug, hands still raised in uncertainty. He lingered for a moment, then, sensing her need, his hands rested on her back, venturing a few pats of comfort. "H-hey, it's okay... are you lost or something?"
He chuckled. "So am I, I guess..."
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Post by DM: Dersite Merchant on Sept 5, 2011 20:42:23 GMT -5
Paula stared down in the path which Nepeta took and smiled slightly.
"I sense she has found someone to help her cope..." she said distantly. "...It would still be nice to be able to check in on her, maybe make sure she's doing OK... and maybe get to know her a little better..."
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Sept 5, 2011 22:00:34 GMT -5
"John... it's so good to see you... especially now!" Nepeta held onto him, and even rubbed her cheek against him, akin to a cat.
"Oh! That's right! You purrobably don't know me..." She let go of him, and smiled, a little shaky. She'd never imagined she'd get to meet one of the humans! "I'm Nepeta Leijon... a-as you can see, I'm one of the trolls your furriends have been talking to." She kind of wished she'd gotten to chat with John.
"I don't know how I got here, but... I'm glad I have someone I know with me." She gave him a warm, grateful smile. She looked down, then gave him yet another hug, something she seemed fond of. Her tail curled around his leg, and she purred softly, like a kitten.
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