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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 5, 2013 13:09:44 GMT -5
At Patrick's insistence, Van had surrendered control of their body back to him, which proved not to cause any problems. He was actually rather quiet as Beth led him to Void City's cemetery, hands in his pockets and a shy smile on his face. He struggled to find something to say and found himself questioning if he should say anything at all.
Though, in retrospect, he probably should have. Chances were Beth was unaware of their switch, but she might've been able to figure it out when he spoke up again without Van's accent.
He awkwardly cleared his throat. "So... This is the... cemetery?"
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Post by DMis on Oct 5, 2013 13:14:52 GMT -5
Beth nodded looking around.
"Yep," she replied pointing to some slashed angel statues before chuckling. "And I can tell you how those were cut like that too."
Hidden in the shadows another being lurked. Two burning embers watched the new comers.
{Idiots have come into my territory,} the being thought.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 5, 2013 13:20:19 GMT -5
"Really..." Patrick chuckled. Despite his smile, he was clearly very nervous. It wasn't just that cemeteries in general creeped him out, but the dark, cold, colorless environment reminded him too much of the Straightforward, and the less he dwelled on those memories, the better.
"I... Should we start or... or what?"
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Post by DMis on Oct 5, 2013 13:24:40 GMT -5
"We should start. Unless you want the zombies knowing we're here," Beth replied as she took a step forward. "Speaking of which do you have any sort of weaponry-just in case of that happening?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 5, 2013 13:29:23 GMT -5
"I know plenty of arcane spells," Patrick answered, rubbing his neck as his grin turned a bit more confident. "So yeah, if anything comes through here, I'll deal with 'em."
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Post by DMis on Oct 5, 2013 13:34:50 GMT -5
Beth nodded before bringing up a small card and letting it turn into a human sized black paintbrush.
"Good to hear," she replied with a chuckle.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 5, 2013 13:37:19 GMT -5
Patrick leaned back, eyes widening as he gauged the size of the brush. "W-What's that for?"
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Post by DMis on Oct 5, 2013 13:40:22 GMT -5
"It's my weapon of choice. Has been for a while," she replied with a laugh.
The other being watched.
{So the girl can fight. Perfect~.}
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 5, 2013 13:43:02 GMT -5
"Ah... Sweetness!" Patrick wasn't about to further question that; heck, his best friend's primary weapon was a key. Besides, when he thought about it, a paintbrush weapon was pretty cool.
"So, should we start the song? See if Toby follows?"
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Post by DMis on Oct 5, 2013 13:48:07 GMT -5
Beth nodded and took a breath. She hoped the song would carry through out the graveyard.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 5, 2013 13:57:03 GMT -5
As Beth sang, Patrick very nearly allowed himself to slip back into his trance, but Van was there to keep him focused on the task at hand. Thus, he took a breath and started a brisk walk around the perimeter, keeping an eye out for his possessed friend.
In the meantime, he couldn't help but sing along...
"I'm a silhouette, asking every now and then
Is it over yet? Will I ever feel again?
I'm a silhouette, chasing rainbows on my own
But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone
So I watch the summer stars to lead me home"
He noticed something moving in a shadowy area... "Toby?"
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Post by DMis on Oct 5, 2013 14:00:46 GMT -5
She repeated the song once more. Dancing as she sung.
The being watching them stayed still. Eyes trained on the dancing one.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 5, 2013 14:06:08 GMT -5
Patrick moved closer to the shadow, slowly and cautiously as if not to spook it. "Toby... is that you? I-It's me, Patrick."
"I know who you are," the dark figure replied, though not in the voice Patrick had anticipated. It was cold, scratchy, unfeeling... the kind of voice that would make anyone depressed just by hearing it.
The figure blended into the shadows and slithered across the ground before reforming into a seven-foot, pure black monster that sneered down at Patrick with sharp teeth and sickly yellow eyes.
Patrick's jaw dropped at the sight. "M-Melancholic...!"
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Post by DMis on Oct 5, 2013 14:08:26 GMT -5
Beth gulped before gripping her brush again. The bristles in front of her were tainted with a inky black liquid.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 5, 2013 14:20:46 GMT -5
"I must say, Mr. Rooke, you're the last person I would've expected to find here," Melancholic teased as he coasted around Patrick like a ghost. "Or, at least, the last Summer Snow denizen. I would've expected the wolf or the Keymaster's sister before you."
Patrick did his best to maintain a confident look despite his choppy breaths and shudders. "Evan's... not here..."
"By 'not here' you mean not here with you, yes? I know the Keymaster is on this island... and I also know that if he were to find you, in his current state, he wouldn't have nearly the capacity for mercy that I have."
Blue energy lit up Patrick's hands as he let out a threatening growl. "What are you talking about?!"
"Nothing that your underdeveloped mind would understand."
Why, I oughta...! Ray was quickly losing his temper. Patrick, let me at 'em!
Melancholic moved closer to Beth. "And just who do we have here?"
"You leave her alone!!"
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