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Post by DMis on Oct 1, 2013 12:34:37 GMT -5
Through the cold and dark night; a song rang out. It clung lightly to the air and resounded on the stone of the church walls.
"Come little children. I'll take thee away into a land of enchantment. Come little children. The time's come to play in my garden of magic. Follow sweet children. I'll show thee the way through all the pain and the sorrows~," sung a melodic voice as it's keeper walked around the sanctuary. "Weep not poor children for life is this way. Murdering beauty and passions. Hush now dear children. It must be this way to weary of life and deceptions. Rest now my children. For soon we'll away into the calm and the quiet~ Come little children. I'll take thee away into a land of enchantment. Come little children. The time's come to play in my garden of shadows~"
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Post by ryocker on Oct 1, 2013 12:44:36 GMT -5
Currently the only known beings on the island that weren't horrendously morphed by the mist surrounding the island, the Stein siblings trudged through the woods, trying to stay out of the city. "Did you guys SEE some of the things that happened?!" Marry, the smallest, asked. "I saw someone's soul pop out of their body!"
"I saw va-pie walking by, then snatching neck." Frankie shivered, remembering the sight.
Lumbering behind them, Victor sighed. "I don't think I should tell you two what I saw, if that's the case," he groaned.
Before either had a chance to agree, a strange sound hit their ears. "What that?" Frankie asked, walking toward it.
"Sounds pretty~" The big handed girl giggled, following her sister as she left. Victor, as suspiscious as ever, followed them both, eyes furrowed.
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Post by DMis on Oct 1, 2013 13:10:41 GMT -5
A second song started after a few moments of silence. The voice seemed not to stumble over the words as it's keeper danced around the sanctuary.
"'Twas the night before,
When all through the world,
No words, no dreams
Then one day,
A writer by a fire
Imagined all of Gaia
Took a journey into a child-man's heart...
A painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within the snowflake on his palm
Unframed by poetry
A canvas of awe
Planet Earth falling back in to the stars...
I am the voice of Never-Never-Land,
The innocence, the dreams of every man,
I am the empty crib of Peter-Pan,
A silent kite against the blue, blue sky,
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real,
Every memory that you hold dear
I am the journey,
I am the destination,
I am the home
The tale that reads you
A way to taste the night,
The elusive high
Follow the madness,
Alice, you know once did
Imaginarium, a dream emporium
Caress the tales
And they will dream you real
A storyteller's game,
Lips that intoxicate
The core of all life
Is a limitless chest of tales...
I am the voice of Never-Never-Land,
The innocence, the dreams of every man,
I am the empty crib of Peter-Pan,
A silent kite against the blue, blue sky,
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real,
Every memory that you hold dear
I am the voice of Never-Never-Land,
The innocence, the dreams of every man,
Searching heavens for another earth~,"
The keeper was a female in what looked to be a torn brown outfit with a few red markings and dark purple heeled boots that clicked against the worn floor boards.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 1, 2013 14:27:56 GMT -5
Curiously, the two stiched together girls opened up an old church- the apparent source of the sound- walking in and taking the sights. When they saw the woman dancing and singing, they were nearly mesmerized. Her hypnotic moves and lovely voice were enough to make the tyke and her sister walk closer.
Oddly, Victor seemed unfazed by her music, for reasons unknown.
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Post by DMis on Oct 1, 2013 14:33:04 GMT -5
The woman smiled to them.
"Hello~," she greeted to them. "Enjoying the show~?"
In the back of her mind the woman was going through trying to pick her next song.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 1, 2013 14:41:16 GMT -5
Both of the girls smiled, nodding. "Yes ma'am!" They replied in unison, walking closer. Frankie nuzzled the odd woman, while Marry outright hugged her legs.
"Don't pull anything funny," Victor warned, sitting down close by. "Those two are precious to me."
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Post by DMis on Oct 1, 2013 14:56:24 GMT -5
She hugged the two.
"I won't hurt them. I have no reason to harm a child of any sort~," she replied with a smile.
She took a breath before starting into another song.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 1, 2013 18:35:37 GMT -5
Both of them began to watch her with glee, happily loving the embrace of her voice. Frankie hummed along as she listened, Marry happily trying to immitate the dance. Sitting by the wall was Victor, listening intently and smiling as he did so.
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Post by DMis on Oct 1, 2013 18:48:48 GMT -5
The woman giggled watching the two girls with her.
"May I ask what your names are?" she asked as they danced around.
The crueler side of the Siren not showing just yet.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 1, 2013 19:35:35 GMT -5
"I Frankie!" The taller girl giggled, waving with her greater hands.
"And I'm Marry," the smaller girl Curtsey'd. "And that's our big Brother, Victor. He's really, really strong."
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Post by DMis on Oct 1, 2013 20:00:57 GMT -5
The woman nodded.
"It's nice to meet you all. I'm Beth," she replied. "Would you like me to sing another song?"
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Post by ryocker on Oct 1, 2013 20:12:57 GMT -5
"Oh, please!" They chorused, almost hypnotically.
"I believe that's enough," Victor snarled, getting up. "This whole sland has gone to a horrible place- I can't be sure you can be trusted." Walking to his sisters, he nearly jumped when both shot glares at him.
"Concert not over, big brother."
"We still have a song to listen to."
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Post by DMis on Oct 1, 2013 20:18:04 GMT -5
Beth sighed.
"Victor. Please just one more song then you three can be on your way," she replied.
{That is if you don't fall under my spell as well,} she added mentally.
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Post by ShadesofGrey18 on Oct 1, 2013 21:05:26 GMT -5
Not too far off, there was a slew of Italian swear words being slung about as a young man in a rather strange outfit was walking around... with his head under his arm and a zipper line permanently affixed to his neck and head underside.
"This is ridiculous." To say that Bruno Buccellati was upset was a very gross understatement. He'd awoken, somehow with a pulse, in this place after having finally passed on; he'd hoped Giorno had gotten the Arrow and beaten the Boss... but as soon as the day started, Sticky Fingers started acting weird and before he knew it, his head was off and he couldn't reattach it.
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Post by ryocker on Oct 1, 2013 21:32:33 GMT -5
The large Frankenstinian being snarled. "What did you DO?!" Neither of his sisters budged, both still glaring at their brother. "They wouldn't disobey me- WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?!"
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