06-27-2009, 01:19 AM
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It had been quite some time since he had spoken to another. The last had been Opium. No, not the plant. The kookaburra. No matter what he said Opium would laugh at him. And Genocide would just repeat everything. They were always fighting so he had to leave behind his avian friends. If only they had stopped their bickering then they could have followed him. But it seemed now that he had to make new friends. Had Harle been able to do the same? Which direction had the friend from pack life taken? Wouldn't it be a riot if his friend was in the area too?
His tread upon the coast stopped as a sudden massive and furry shape stepped into the way. "Hurry! Throw your hand down and catch yourself from falling!" Words were clipped out as in his skewed view of the world it seemed as if the other were about to fall right into the sky. And while he might be silly he wasn't stupid per say. The sharp words had him turning off that giggle fit. Still he couldn't help one last remark from the abstract side of things. "I had thought to walk on water but it is quite slippery and continues to get away." Well he had been walking in the surf and simply hadn't thought that the large body of water could claimed.
"What a powerful and magnificent beast you must be to lay claim over the sea. What can a simple peasant such as myself do to appease Mi'Lord?" How strange was it that he found it easy to hold a conversation while still resting upon his hands. Actually he traveled further distances upon his hands then he did on his feet. His feet just seemed to give out quicker than his hands did. It was just another detail to add to the mad world of Marrionette Rossueau.
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It had been quite some time since he had spoken to another. The last had been Opium. No, not the plant. The kookaburra. No matter what he said Opium would laugh at him. And Genocide would just repeat everything. They were always fighting so he had to leave behind his avian friends. If only they had stopped their bickering then they could have followed him. But it seemed now that he had to make new friends. Had Harle been able to do the same? Which direction had the friend from pack life taken? Wouldn't it be a riot if his friend was in the area too?
His tread upon the coast stopped as a sudden massive and furry shape stepped into the way. "Hurry! Throw your hand down and catch yourself from falling!" Words were clipped out as in his skewed view of the world it seemed as if the other were about to fall right into the sky. And while he might be silly he wasn't stupid per say. The sharp words had him turning off that giggle fit. Still he couldn't help one last remark from the abstract side of things. "I had thought to walk on water but it is quite slippery and continues to get away." Well he had been walking in the surf and simply hadn't thought that the large body of water could claimed.
"What a powerful and magnificent beast you must be to lay claim over the sea. What can a simple peasant such as myself do to appease Mi'Lord?" How strange was it that he found it easy to hold a conversation while still resting upon his hands. Actually he traveled further distances upon his hands then he did on his feet. His feet just seemed to give out quicker than his hands did. It was just another detail to add to the mad world of Marrionette Rossueau.
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