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Post by RekKa on Jul 1, 2007 22:46:00 GMT -5
"Hon'stly, this is really... atypical,"
Last to Sing looks at you with a piercing gaze. "Give it two nights after tonight. After that, we will see if it is something the spirits can answer..."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jul 1, 2007 23:19:38 GMT -5
"The who now? Aw, don' tell me ya can talk ta ghosts or nothin', I saw a crank like that in one'na towns we stopped through, ain't nothing but a load o' crap." Realizing who he's talking with, Jack adds, "I mean, in mah opinion, o'course."
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Post by RekKa on Jul 1, 2007 23:42:49 GMT -5
She smirks and raises her eyebrow. "Don't believe in spirits?"
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Post by Jack Logan on Jul 2, 2007 0:04:17 GMT -5
"Personally, nah. I'm a trustin' mahself and me mates, an' ah ain't got time fer none o' that superstitious stuff."
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Post by RekKa on Jul 2, 2007 17:25:39 GMT -5
"I think we might have to adjust that perspective. Follow me." Sings walks over to a nearby stream, not looking back to see if you follow.
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Post by Jack Logan on Jul 2, 2007 17:50:13 GMT -5
Curious but skeptical, Jack will follow her.
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Post by RekKa on Jul 2, 2007 23:17:54 GMT -5
"Stare into your reflection." As soon as you do, she waits a moment, and shoves you into the stream.
Instead of ending up splashing around in the stream, you end up sitting just about where you were... only not. She follows you in.
Around you, the trees grow strong, and brilliant green. You see fish flying over the stream, intermingling with what you swear look like nymphs. The colors here are lush... borderline psychodelic.
"Welcome to the Umbra."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jul 3, 2007 1:21:17 GMT -5
"What tha' bloody 'ell.... what is this place? What're those things?"
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Post by RekKa on Jul 3, 2007 9:28:52 GMT -5
"Those... are spirits. And this is the spirit world, the Umbra. Garou are a mix of flesh and spirit, and as such we can exist in both worlds. Just be careful though, there are some rather unsavory places in the Umbra..."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jul 3, 2007 12:58:10 GMT -5
"Cor...."
Jack's amazed - he's never seen anything like this before! He's also just had one of his world-views shattered, so he's still kinda speechless. He'll wander around a bit, just checking things out, seeing if they feel/look/smell/taste real.
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Post by RekKa on Jul 3, 2007 22:57:31 GMT -5
Feel -- Feels about right. They're 'solid' as much as you are. Look -- Looks kinda funky. The color contrast has been kicked up a knotch, and everything has taken on a distinctly different look. Not to mention that quite a few things that were inanimate in the 'real' world such as rocks and trees are more or less animate now. Smell -- For sure smells real, if a little bit more pungent. Taste -- Tastes about right. You think.
As for your sense of sound... it certainly isn't silent here. Everything is speaking a language you can't quite understand. The trees rustle their branches in what sounds like words almost... but you can't make them out. The water spirits glub along, the animals chitter wildly at your presence.
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Post by Jack Logan on Jul 4, 2007 0:04:55 GMT -5
"Wow, this place is amazing! But how'd ah get here? I was expectin' to end up soaked."
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Post by RekKa on Jul 4, 2007 0:09:58 GMT -5
"The reflection is a window between worlds. That is all you need know for now."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jul 4, 2007 0:49:14 GMT -5
"Huh. Well, roight then. So can anybady get here, or jus' special people who talk ta' spirits?" (Mildly irritated and sarcastic, due to his intrinsic nature and her attitude towards him). "An' how da I get back ta the real world?"
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Post by RekKa on Jul 4, 2007 14:30:45 GMT -5
"Mostly just Garou..." her sentence trails off. She switches to Lupus and sniffs the air. ("Smell that?")
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