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Post by ryocker on Mar 18, 2017 23:36:45 GMT -5
A manhole was lifted up above the sewers, the one to do it sliding in and landing in a big, goopy pile. A pair of holes on his body smoked, the being reforming as his candle wick swished like an energetic, flaming ponytail. "MAN am I glad I found that short cut!" he chuckled, sliding his way along.
Completely forgotten about to most everyone else, the sewers of the city were a weird place to get wrapped up in. Nasty smells, angry monsters, mutated freaks lurking in the corners and ready to jump out and bite on the first thing that came their way. Not Waxevius, though... most of the monsters learned their lesson when he grew back an arm and vomited burning wax in their eyes.
The dark grey candle stick stretched violently, sighing. "At least the cooking business pays good, I wouldn't brave this water logged cess pool if it weren't for that," he sighed, his smoking eyes looking around. Something felt...
Unusual...
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Post by enigmamystere on Mar 29, 2017 12:10:03 GMT -5
It probably wasn't the portal that opened up right next to him, dropping a girl with pony ears down next to him, along with some rubble. She grumbles, looking in the exact opposite direction of him as she grumbles to herself and picks up the metallic blue rifle that landed at her feet. "Can't believe the ground just gave out beneath me, like that... where even am I?"
Her attention is soon brought to a river of brown a few yards away, her nose scrunching up and the ears on top of her head folding back in disgust. "...thank goodness for the little miracles."
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Post by ryocker on Mar 29, 2017 12:53:23 GMT -5
With her sudden appearance, the candle man jumped back. "...Uh, hey there..." he offered. He was hoping she wasn't gonna try attacking him once she saw him...
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Post by enigmamystere on Mar 29, 2017 13:11:39 GMT -5
She turns and faces him, eyes wide in shock. "Woah!" She jumps back, holding her weapon up to her chest protectively. "H-hey, you, uh... have an interesting semblance, there. I think." There's silence for a moment. "...what are you?"
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Post by ryocker on Mar 29, 2017 13:31:24 GMT -5
His eyes blinked at the word 'semblance.' "I'm a monster," he offered. "Specifically an ignewax- I'm a living candle stick, if it weren't obvious enough... Better question is, what are you?"
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Post by enigmamystere on Mar 29, 2017 13:33:32 GMT -5
"...I'm a faunus." She scratches her cheek awkwardly. "And, if I'm to be frank, I've never met a monster that was like you. Personality or otherwise."
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Post by ryocker on Mar 29, 2017 14:08:27 GMT -5
"Well I never met a person like you, either," he admitted. His arms were soon crossed, his shoulder craters puffing light smoke. "Granted, this island ain't your normal place, either. So weird, new experiences are bound to happen all over..."
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Post by enigmamystere on Mar 29, 2017 14:16:57 GMT -5
"...island?" She gets up into a kneeling position, looking around the sewers in confusion. "Aren't we in Vale?"
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Post by ryocker on Mar 29, 2017 14:25:49 GMT -5
"Vale? You mean like one of those face protecting things?" he asked. His skin bubbled a bit as he closed his eyes, thinking. "Missy, I'm about to say something that'll blow your mind. Brace yourself."
...He was completely silent.
"...You braced?"
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Post by enigmamystere on Mar 29, 2017 15:02:00 GMT -5
She just stares at him incredulously. "What, are you expecting me to pull out some kind of shield to protect myself from words?" She huffs. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
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Post by ryocker on Mar 29, 2017 15:11:53 GMT -5
"Alright, alright... We are, currently, on an island that exists in a realm inbetween all dimensions. It's a weird spot, but it's a world where fiction meets non-fiction, in a giant clash of worlds far beyond just one scope."
He shrugged. "At least, that's what a book told me once."
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Post by enigmamystere on Mar 29, 2017 15:17:42 GMT -5
"...that does explain why you look like you walked out of a work of fiction... unless my semblance is acting up, again..." The girl sighs quietly, holding a hand out to him. "No sense not introducing myself, even if it's just to a hallucination. My name is Sky Riverdale. Just call me Sky." She makes sure to mutter the first sentence to herself, just in case.
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Post by ryocker on Mar 29, 2017 16:11:06 GMT -5
He returned it, his warm, waxy hand actually rather soft. "Waxevius Engine Lantern," he replied, his flame flicking. "Hoo... Sorry to say this, but I was actually making my way back home. If you want to see the city, it's up the manhole behind me."
He pointed back with his thumb, smiling as his eyes flickered like his flame.
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Post by enigmamystere on Mar 29, 2017 16:20:09 GMT -5
She glances up at the exit, then back to him, rather nervous. "...actually, can I stay with you? Safety in numbers and familiarity and all that?"
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Post by ryocker on Mar 29, 2017 16:49:13 GMT -5
The candlestick shook a bit, smiling. "Oh, you think so?" he smiled. "Not often a stranger calls me familiar. You're alright, kid."
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