|
Post by Luka on Apr 1, 2004 21:50:40 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]This is the ancient Great Wall of China. A massive stone structure that stretches into the distance. Beware though, sections of it are crumbling and the spirits of the deceased workers are becoming restless with all of the recent activity of both worlds. Fighting is Allowed.[/glow]
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Aug 12, 2008 22:23:37 GMT -5
Strange noise filandered about the ancient Great Wall of China, it was the sound of what was likely very advanced security. Olympic Games were going on to honour a tradition created by the ancient Greeks. It had faded out with time, but a man of astounding vision had started the games up again decades ago. Someone who still had left a profound impact upon the world even now. How unappreciated he went, his name spoken like a profanity by all but those who were the most profane of souls.
However, to an unseen presence that name meant nothing more than what a human expierenced upon stepping in previously chewed gum. Something taunted the security like an ancient spectre, scaring them away slowly. If anything this only ensured the protection of this structure, since no terrorist could defy the spirits. One in particular was here tonight, though it did not fit in with the rest who had become restless from the recent activity.
A sense of tragic mischief followed the presence about as strange happenings continued to occur. If any animals were nearby they would certainly bark loudily before fleeing off into the opposite direction. Not a fearsome presence, but only that remained misunderstood by normal folk. For that reason it could never approach what most would call a normal eistence before reality itself cried out 'RAPE!' before fleeing in deperation. Running away to find the laws of physics to try reprimanding such an abombination from roaming free.
Yet here it was at a location which could be seen from space.
In the middle of all these strange occurances, suddenly appeared a young boy. One who appeared to not be a day over fourteen at the very most. From his manner of dress it seemed he possessed an affinity for the color violet. Also, his clothing did not leave a hint to be desired, claiming that fashion-wise this youngste had come from a long, long time ago. But thankfully not as old as this ancient wall.
Humming started to fill the air as a smile lingered on a youthful face.
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Aug 12, 2008 22:41:50 GMT -5
The boy wished he was able to see things from space, but unfortunately he was stuck with just normal eyeballs. 'Course, there were certain things these eyeballs didn't miss. Like finely shaped bottoms and tight shirts. The things usually found...AT THE OLYMPICS! He could hardly imagine the amount of hawt babes he'd find there but he was sure it was plenty. Or at least enough for now.
There were gymnasts to be seen! Bodies contorting in ways that they shouldn't to be witnessed! Syncronized swimmers to be peeped at!
One thing would have made this whole trip a lot easier. Namely, a television. BUT YOU COULDN'T HOLD A TELEVISION IN YOUR ARMS, COULD YOU? No, you couldn't. That's why he was making his way through the thick vegetation of China now, his bobbing, green head of hair matching wonderfully with all the flora. It didn't occur to him that all the fauna heading in the opposite direction was anything out of the ordinary. Animals fled from things all the time, didn't they? Of course they did!
The bushes nearest to the Wall rustled before a face peeped through, his green eyes narrowing as he squinted to take in the details. Oh crap, there were guards!
WHO THE HELL GUARDED AN ANCIENT WALL!?
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Aug 12, 2008 22:58:15 GMT -5
People who disliked terrorist attacks? Or was there treasure in the wall?
Regardless, walking along the wall came this small boy with volet hair. Or purple, depending on how blind one was in the eyes. Kicking a stone, it moved far enough to attract the attention of a guard. Must have been a brave guy to not head toward the other end like all the rest. Just fine, nobody liked playing with cowards. He could see the sillohuete of an individual coming at him, probably the one who had kicked the rock.
Lifting up his flashlight, all hopes of having a normal encounter were dashed like some poor gymnist that fell in the middle of her routine. Hitting her head on a bar, hard enough to crack the skull. Enough that it made the crowd gasp as paramedics rushed to see if she still lived after such a terrible mistake. Only to find that the world had iredeemable incidents after all. Just like this youth once remembered having, but no such thing as a paramedic existed when that type of occurence happened to him a while ago. . . a while enough to make his name the freshest disease to outbreak on the world-front.
"Why did you check? To make sure it was saaaaaaaaaafe. . .?"
As the Guard found out, with light shined upon him this boy became semi-trasparent. It was just incredible how one could see right through him standing there. What meaning did those words have? Such a strange taunt to come from a being with eyes that shown with mischeif but held tragedy like a jewel. Almost enough to draw a curious soul in to never be released like a screaming nmate who had been wrongfully accused. Poor Guard didn't even really know english! All those guys were on during the day when tourists showed up to walk on history.
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Aug 13, 2008 3:01:55 GMT -5
From what Seidei could remember there wasn't anything but DEAD BODIES hidden in that wall. Unless Brendan Fraiser knew something no one else did.
When he heard movement the boy ducked back into the bush, only his eyes and nose peeking out to observe.
What the hell?
"! ! !"[/color]
The moment he saw the transparency trick, Seidei saw all his gymnast-jive hopes and dreams crash and burn like a flaming seagull trapped in a glass box.
What the hell! Why couldn't anything go as planned!? W-well if anything...he could always make a run for it while the guards were distracted by a GHOST.
. . .
It was then that a bush decided to relocate itself, carefully moving across the empty space between the wall of greenery and the wall itself.
Just...a little...further!
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Aug 13, 2008 3:16:23 GMT -5
A gun was raised up at the Personified Poltergiest, as if regular bullets would deter away such an apparition. Suddenly the young boy vanished from sight, not from a supernatural speed however. . .just simply vanished. Grabbing the gun, some unseen force yanked it away before tossing it off the wall. Possibly just far enough to strike a moving bush. Low mocking laughter of a disembodied voice came at the Guard from several directions. Tormenting the living for a pain the dead continued to feel. It drove this poor man in his thirties to start wailing slightly as the unearned punishment continued.
Mischeif most foul, revenge misdirected.
Saaaaaaaafety is the upmost corncern. . . to save others from horrible fate. But you don't speak my tongue do you? Not that it matters. Actions speak louder than words!"
Moments passed by before the Guard fell to the floor, suffering from severe convulsions. Throes of agonizing resistance came more than once before everything settled. A poor victim from some deluded Ghoul. Yet it seemed so much stronger than any Ghoul the other intruder may have ever met before.
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Aug 13, 2008 3:33:41 GMT -5
The rifle clonked off something hard inside the bush, making it tip over onto it's side briefly before it righted itself quickly. The leaves rustled as it adjusted itself, desperate to save at least SOME dignity. The shrub decided to beat a trail then, moving rapidly toward a crumbled section of the wall, leaping up onto a low mound of rubble before sprouting thin arms and legs that helped it clamber up whatever hand/footholds it could find.
It was a good thing Seidei's face was hidden by the leaves. By now it was probably burning like a tomato as he realized he probably looked like an anorexic chia pet right now. No matter though! He could see it...the promised land!...The land of long, lovely legs and--
"Aagh!"
The bush took a tumble, the toe of his sneaker getting caught in a crack, sending it sprawling onto it's stomach.
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Aug 13, 2008 3:49:24 GMT -5
A boy dressed in velvet was now kneeling over a corpse, staring down at lifeless eyes with a contemplative look before a random smile crossed his lips. Just one more soul to join the millions of others. . .besides everyone died sometime. This youngster certainly had once. After tapping the corpse on the nose playfully, the young boy then rose up onto his feet. Of course an expierenced on-looker would have noticed the finger actually passed through the nose like a true spirit. But that was beside the point!
Standing up, he then straightened out his coat which was torn at the shoulder-sleeve joint, only lightly sewn back together. Obviously before meeting his demise, this youth had torn such precious looking clothes doing something. But as the living bush found itself flat on the stomach, another phenomenon occured. Mainly a figure in purple almost directly in front of him, with the 'almost' created by the fact this figure floated three feet off the ground.
"Whooooooooo goes there, Green bush of doooooooooooooooooooomy-ness?"
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Aug 13, 2008 3:59:10 GMT -5
Having landed on his stomach, Seidei had managed to turn his head to the side to avoid doing a face-plant. Unfortunately this brought his line of sight directly to a corpse.
"Wh-wh-wh-wh--!?" was all that the little bush could stammer out, his sprawled out arms and legs tucking inward as he quickly pulled himself into a kneeling position. Had this ghost actually...killed someone!?
M-maybe he should play along...
"Uh..uhm...I..I go...there. Here! I mean. I go here. The bush goes here."
Damnit, why couldn't anyone talk normal around here!? All of these weird, outdated people and their funny talk...
"What do...you here?"
Was that right?
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Aug 13, 2008 4:09:03 GMT -5
The youth noticed how this bush was stammering, but why stammer? Nothing wrong had been done except for- oh that! Of course, how rude of him to not unveil the ruse. Explaining the guard was not actually dead, this violet being led the bush to the body. Fingers were wriggled around in the air expeirimentally before plunging into the body. Moments passed until the body began to twitch again with life & soon enough the guard would function again.
"He did not dieeeeeeeee. . . I made his soul faaaaaaaint!"
Behaving like a human, this strange spectre now walked along the ground to the bush. Few understood the series of emotions spirits could create in others. Namely one of them being a false death in which the soul had been paralyzed with fear to the point of a body starting to fail if not awaken quickly. Sitting down beside the bush Indian-style, both hands filled around before any type of 'Miss draw' or some other covuluted two words.
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Aug 13, 2008 5:49:57 GMT -5
"Oooooohkaaaaaay..." the green-haired boy found himself drawling out like the ghost before he realized it. The bush shook as Sei shook his head. "W-well, it's a good thing that bushes don't faint."
"--or have souls!" he added quickly, just to be safe. He just hoped the kid wouldn't take that as a dare. ;_;! When he sat next to him, Seidei scooted away a little on his hands and knees until he was a comfortable distance away without being obvious about what he was thinking.
RUN AWAY RUN AWAY RUNAWAYRUNAWAYRUNAWAY!!
"So...do you live around here?" he managed to get out without his voice cracking too badly. A second later though he let out a small "Doh!" sound. What a stupid question to ask a ghost...
"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME."
Better safe than sorry.
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Aug 13, 2008 11:08:24 GMT -5
What scardey cats dwelled in the world, not yet had he found a manly soul to stand up against him a spiritual battle. Nothing offered resistance, including the bush which had a curious aura to it. Even a soul could be sensed somewhere within the shrubbery. For that reason the boy in violet could figure that the other lied out of fear. It had been so long since he possessed a corporeal form, leaving this mischief maker to wonder just what it was like to be a living mortal in this world once more.
"I won't kill youuuuuuuuuu. My name is Tyyyyyyyyyyyyyyphoid. Do you have a name bush of dooooooooooom? Reveal to me your true naaaaaaaaaame. . ."
Plots were forming in the Poltegiest's head like a sickening purple ichor that resembled sludge. One so black that it gained the hue of purple. The bush had a masculine voice, or at least one that tried to crack. If anything Typhoid could smell fear in others, perhaps attracting him to certain locations. Here where the souls of workers grew restless he found power in them, adding to his potential abilities. After all certain locations of the world, he possessed almost no power thanks to the lac of spiritual activity.
Floating up off the ground like a middle-eastern Swami, he then floated closer over to the bush. An object like this having limbs along with a voice and thought truly set a new standard for incredible. But then he remembered the object mentioning he had no soul. What luck! That meant he could possess this creature with no real consequences, to expierence a corporeal form once again even if for a brief period. Plus it would give the host unbelivable powers.
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Aug 14, 2008 1:24:42 GMT -5
Come to think of it...did Seidei really have no soul? When he had first met Luka he was nothing but a piece of equipment that malfunctioned. Then he was a cricket. And now he was a boy. A REAL BOY!
Honestly he had no idea why he expressed fear or any other emotions, they just seemed to happen. Jealousy, dislike, greed, happiness came and went when they pleased, just like they would with any other child.
"My name is Seidei..." the bush answered somewhat hesitantly, still on his hands and knees. The vegetation tilted slightly as the level of the other changed, green eyes peering out warily.
He swallowed, his limbs shrinking back into the bush slightly. He didn't much like the way the other was looking at him...
HE NEEDED AN ADULT!
|
|
|
Post by Adrian on Aug 14, 2008 8:49:34 GMT -5
All sorts of emotions might flow from the Personified Poltergiest, giving an edge of further inhumanity to it along with instability. How so? Just about anything might trigger a memory from the spirit's life, thus causing a severe reaction. One that went from the extremes of good to the darkest extremes of malevolent evil. Spirits might end the life of others should they but remind them of an occcurence which would seem trivial to a living being. But to these who had already passed on, only these remained as any type of guiding force in their existence.
"Well Seideiiiiiiiiii. . . .with great powerrrrrrrrrr, comes great potentiality. . .Sooooooo. . . what is yooooour potential riiiiiiiiiiiight nowwwwww? Does it surpass miiiiiiiiiiiiiine? Are you beyonnnnnnnnnd me?"
Hands partially covered with cloth hand their fingers tingle, purple mist starting to pour from the sleeves. Ghastly aura did not stray far from the illusion which gave Typhoid form. Rather, it only intensified as the violet mist came from the sleeves. In addition, something faint could be seen taking shape in that mist. One could describe it only as a cascading of distorted faces which hinted at this manifestation's level of complexity. A collection of spirits dedicated to one objective, never turning on eachother, the loyalty of the dead was to no one but themselves.
What was the point of his name anyway? Perhaps at some point a fad had begun among the roaming spirits. . . to name oneself after the way they had died. Should such a thing be true it helped illuminate a past hidden by the years just a bit, explaining that air of tragedy around young Typhoid. After all, what use was a living person's name to the dead? If such names were useless to them, why had he asked Sedei that question in the first place?
|
|
|
Post by Luka on Aug 15, 2008 1:45:17 GMT -5
"W-well I'm not sure, Mary. Typhoid, I mean!" The shrub let out a nervous laugh as he continued to scoot away on his hands and knees.
"It depends, really. I'm sure you're a lot better at other stuff than I am. P-potential is kind of a complex thing, you see...I'm still kinda young so things aren't where they're supposed to be yet and--!" His large green eyes moved to take in the ectoplasm-like cascade of faces. His voice went up a few notches in both volume and pitch. "But I have a hot date tonight and I can totally fill you in on my potential afterwards if that's ok with you!!"
|
|