edited 13th Nov '12 5:44:52 AM by m8e
edited 13th Nov '12 4:19:53 PM by DaeBrayk
"Ah, so it appears I was mistaken!" The magician's face wore a huge smile as he looked at Sano. "My dear Sano, are you a hitman?" He said the words as though the notion was almost too unbearably hysterical for him to bear. "And instead of you killing these people, you want me to turn them into doves?" He was grinning now, perhaps far too delightedly.
Razugual was surprised that Damien had been compliant with Mud's demands. It did not seem the typical nature of a person to give up what they were at another mans behest, or even the world's behest, whether there was a choice or not. He stirred over these thoughts for a moment before quickly realizing that his wording may have given the man— gryphon— Damien, the wrong idea. "Oh- yes, yes, of course! At least, I think... probably. He's done it before." Razugual was perhaps not the best for giving reassurance. He fiddled with his clawlike hands as he fumbled with his explanation. "I said besides because I assumed that... that particular request, would be a given." His mouth shifted into the best reassuring smile he could manage. "No worries, I'll get him to change you back, even if I have to-" Razugual stopped when he heard the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching. He looked up, greeted by the sight of a man he'd not seen before running to one of the nearby boxes Damien had spilled. Razugual cocked his head in confusion, and was about to call out to the man, when the man himself seemed to realize what he was doing, even going so far as to state it aloud. Before he knew what was happening, Razugual found the man before him, reaching out to shake his, his hand. It was under unusual circumstances when Razugual was the one hesitating to return a handshake. He did finally, saying, "H-hello stranger... You certainly aren't shy." He paused for a moment and narrowed his eyes in what may have been curiosity, asking, "What makes you think that I'm not sitting here considering how best to eat you right now?" It's a shame I couldn't go through with that Dae Brayk. It poses an interesting conflict, but I'd have to skew what Mud is capable of and what Raz knows he's capable of to make it work. Still, gives me some interesting food for thought.
edited 14th Nov '12 10:48:18 PM by Ryuhza
edited 15th Nov '12 1:40:35 AM by m8e
edited 15th Nov '12 7:37:09 AM by m8e
One of the doors to the decrepit gas station flew open with a loud crash, kicked, it seemed, quite forcefully from inside. After several moments the magician stepped out, looking vaguely bored and eating an apple that was as blue as blue paint. He walked forward, alternating biting his apple and tossing it into the air to catch it. When he neared the campfire, Mud looked back at the gas station's interior and shook his head in disappointment. "What sorry a heap of rubbish." He said, "Plenty invaluable, no doubt, but plenty more too far gone to be of any sort of use to any sort of person." Mud shook his head and took another bite of his blue apple, now standing before those seated around the campfire. "Evening gentlemen, ladies. Are we engaged in a game of musical chairs?"
edited 16th Nov '12 2:44:47 AM by Ryuhza
edited 17th Nov '12 5:11:19 AM by m8e
edited 18th Nov '12 1:06:38 AM by m8e
edited 19th Nov '12 1:33:41 AM by DaeBrayk
Razugual went from being nervous, to being self-accusing, to being glum. He'd long since moved out of the fire, and without it, his glow was dim and frail; a light bulb that was barely-there. The magician's companion was unable to figure out what to do at that point. His thoughts, or whatever they were, were racing, but each carried a load of guilt that stacked up to something close to unbearable. Bending to his own nature, Razugual abashedly searched for a way to make things—if not right, then... better. He backed away from the fire entirely, into the dark of the night where he stood aglow. He circled slowly around the edge of the fire on all fours, and even then keeping especially low to the ground. When he reached his destination, Razugual lingered quietly behind Damien. After a few silent moments, he spoke, his voice low and rumbling. "Damien? I'm sorry. I was being... impertinent." When he got the gryphon's attention, Razugual asked, "Do you want to talk...?" and then added in a voice that was gentle; close to a whisper, "...about befores?"
The magician turned his head to Morgan, a thoughtful—though bitter—look upon his face. He sniffed and smirked, a look of decidedly mordant amusement. "What does it entail?" Mud repeated the question as though it was nonsense. "I transfigure a man into a fantastic beast. He can speak, he can think," the magician turned his head back to stare into the fire, "he can breathe. He can run, and bound, and leap— and fly!" As Mud spoke, his voice became agitated. As it became agitated, it changed. It became less regal, taking on a bit of an unusual accent as well. He stopped then, however, leaning down to grab a somewhat long stick off of the ground, then jabbing the fire with it. When he resumed speaking, his voice was stable again, if somewhat solemn. "...he can mourn, and he can long... and, so it seems, he can regret..." He looked into the fire, continuing to poke it with a stick, and asked, "Does that pertain to the nature of your question, dear girl?"
edited 22nd Nov '12 2:28:14 AM by Ryuhza