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| Of Realms Beyond | Jul 14 2017, 08:13 PM Post #1 |
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“Shut up, Schmendrik. I got this.” Tallow muttered to the hare at his feet. He always felt more comfortable speaking in infernal, even though he knew his father and also his familiar (an enrollment gift from him) disliked it. Schmendrik never spoke (hares tended not to), but Tallow could tell what he meant by the way he looked at him. Right now, Schmendrik was giving him a look of disapproval. He fingered the potion bottle in his hand. It had been emptied of shrinking draught he had borrowed from the materials closet and refilled with something more his own specialty: spirits. It had already been a week since they had emerged from the basement. He should have done this earlier. Only his own reluctance to talk had kept him from doing this earlier, and by reputation, if he was going to go into danger, this was the place to get assistance. The names of the room’s inhabitants had been taped onto the door at the beginning of the year: “Gradwin Emrys” and “Bacchus Libria.” Although, to call the mangled-and-torn-at-the-edges, singed-in-the-middle remains of plant fiber that bore most of the letters of Bacchus’ name ‘taped to the door’ would be generous. ‘Hanging on by the skin of its teeth’ would be more accurate. There could be no greater sign that this was the door he wanted. Knock-knock-knock. “H-He-.” Tallow swallowed and tried again. “Hello? Are yo-” The words locked up in his throat. Deep breath. “Areyouin?” Tallow rushed through the sentence so his tongue and larynx couldn’t rebel against the mundane language. He hated English. Infernal was like breathing. Latin was slow to start, but once he got going, it flowed. English was like fighting a boxing match with himself for every phrase. Knock-knock-knock. “He-” A brief struggle, and then, “-llo?” |
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| Libria | Jul 14 2017, 09:22 PM Post #2 |
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There is a flurry of activity behind the door and what sounds like paper rustling. Bacchus' face appears in a cracked doorway, "Hey, Nubby! What's up?" |
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| Of Realms Beyond | Jul 14 2017, 09:38 PM Post #3 |
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"I have a NAME!" Tallow muttered. He should have worn a hat freshman year. He didn't realize how much physical contact he'd have. It wouldn't be a problem, except that he had to give his full name to cross the Abyssal Gate, and "Tallow Miskaton, Spawn of Naamah the Everyoung, Lesser Scion of the Tantric Court, Nubby of St. Cyprian's" already had the Gatekeeper guffawing every time he visited Mum. And HE had a goat head! And crab claws! If the nickname wasn't changed or dropped by the time he graduated, he'd be stuck with it for life. "I w-whanted to t-" He choked and forced himself to keep going, "TALK about th-th-ttthhh" (he eventually gave up on the 'e') "basement." He mimed sipping from a flask. |
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| Libria | Jul 14 2017, 10:51 PM Post #4 |
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Tallow is forcibly dragged into the room, the door slams behind them, "Do you know anything about this? Because I don't remember anything about this." He holds up his phone and his text reads, There's a demon in the basement! Would I lie to you? |
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| Of Realms Beyond | Jul 14 2017, 11:36 PM Post #5 |
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Tallow stares at the phone. By the ninth circle, he actually... Bacchus had a lot to recommend him. Tallow hadn't expected cleverness to be one of them. "Y-yyeah. I wWantted to t-talk about h-him." He said. I'd hoped to have gotten some alcohol in you first, and maybe some of that fire tonic in me, too. Is what he didn't say. |
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| Libria | Jul 15 2017, 05:20 PM Post #6 |
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Bacchus nods, "Alright, man. What's going on? I don't like messages to myself about things I can't remember." |
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| Of Realms Beyond | Jul 15 2017, 08:40 PM Post #7 |
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"Uh, y-yeah. Uhm... Th-there's a d-demon bound in a ffffurnace. He k-keeps the liiights on. B-but he's oooold and rr-rrre-rrrrreally powerful. And smart. I-I-I don't know wwwhat made u-us f-f-forget, b-but I was able to hhhide my memory." Tallow looks around at Bacchus' room. "D-do you still hhave the f-fire tonic?" |
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| Libria | Jul 15 2017, 09:33 PM Post #8 |
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"I knew the school had something powerful in the basement! Why else would it be locked so tight?" His face is smug before answering the question, "Well, yeah. Why?" |
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| Of Realms Beyond | Jul 15 2017, 09:45 PM Post #9 |
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"C-can I t-try some? I mmade a p-promise to visit h-him. It's a f-fire demon, so maybe i-if we were b-breathing f-flames, it w-would feel more like h-home." Tallow holds up his repurposed flask and uncorks it. The scent of vodka wafts into the air. "I c-can trade!" Irresponsible. Schmendrik's eyes were saying. Tallow knew without looking. Schmendrik never approved of anything he did. |
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| Libria | Jul 15 2017, 10:40 PM Post #10 |
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Bacchus glances at him sidelong as he pulls the flask out from under his bed, "I mean yeah, but the effect doesn't last that long unless you drink a lot of it." |
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