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Post by KK on Aug 4, 2014 14:29:17 GMT -8
It was morning in b͕̲̫̻̫l̤̪u̲̻̯̗e̮͇̼̘̝͎ͅ's Nest, one of the newest additions to the Dreamscape map. Faint beams of white light escaped from the overcast skies, illuminating the small ghostly NPC as he sat atop a flat rock, looking down at something. A yellow spider plushie was hugged close to his chest, his grip on the toy slowly tightening with emotion as he thought to himself, why today?
Ghosting characters can't protect everything.
The insect child seemed depressed and droopy, from his feathery antennae to his glowing moth wings folded on his back. "Ahh... I'm so sorry," b͕̲̫̻̫l̤̪u̲̻̯̗e̮͇̼̘̝͎ͅ murmured down at the small nests full of cracked b͕̲̫̻̫l̤̪u̲̻̯̗e̮͇̼̘̝͎ͅ eggs speckled with inky blood. "There's nothing I can do right now..."
The corrupted villager children spat in his direction, making angry hissing sounds as he moved a bit to dodge the sludge. Staring at the deceased infants, he sighed. Ghosting characters did not make for good guardians.
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Post by vacticide on Aug 5, 2014 11:23:02 GMT -8
The angel-like ghost player let out a soft sigh to their self. They haven't been to this part of the map before, but they didn't mind it despite all of the insects and critters crawling about the place. It felt calming compared to other parts of t̟̺͎b̻͇̙̠̖͎͈s̹̜̻̣̩̼p̲̲͇̯̮̜͇. After a short while of floating about, they heard quiet complaints between the sounds of chittering from bugs.
Evermore made their way toward the sounds of grumbling, and found the cause of the muttering. Flapping their larger wings softly, they went beside the small guardian and bent down to him.
"You are b͕̲̫̻̫l̤̪u̲̻̯̗e̮͇̼̘̝͎ͅ, correct? I have heard about you. Nice to meet you."
Evermore looked around him to see the inky substance and slumped their shoulders slightly.
He seemed to be in a down state, so they kept their voice softer than it normally was (which is pretty soft.) "Where these children? I am sorry this happened." Their tone was very sympathetic.
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Post by KK on Aug 5, 2014 11:45:58 GMT -8
The smaller ghost was surprised by the sudden arrival of a player. For some reason, he didn't jump or attempt to hide in fear. They seemed very calm and... strangely friendly. Blinking his golden eyes up at the stranger, he tried his best to maintain his composure.
"H-Hello, yes, I'm b͕̲̫̻̫l̤̪u̲̻̯̗e̮͇̼̘̝͎ͅ! Um... Nice to meet you, too... Who are you?" He asked warily, looking back at the small corrupted creatures at the same time the player did. "Ah... yes. I think they had just hatched, too..." He let out a forced sigh and looked away from them, biting his lip to prevent any tears from bubbling out of his eyes. "T-The corrupted run by here sometimes and usually I can chase them off, but not always...!" The more worked up the moth boy got, the higher his voice grew. He was known for being very loud and screechy when upset, just like he was in a past form...
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Post by vacticide on Aug 5, 2014 13:22:31 GMT -8
They brought a wing to their chest. "My name is Evermore." They looked back down at the eggshells and small corpses. "We can always give them a small burial of some kind. It might make up for that. I cannot say for sure, however."
Evermore glanced to the side at the small ghostly moth. They opened their third eye and gently touched him on the shoulder with a wing. "It is okay, do not worry. You are not multiple creatures, it is understandable." They closed the eye and moved the wing back into place. "I have no liberty to tell you what to do, but I could suggest some ideas to you, if you are willing to listen." Evermore gave him a small smile to help him relax.
They had a few ideas in mind, and they hoped this would calm him down. The pitch of his voice was starting to send chills up their spine. They watched a few centipedes and ants crawl over the broken eggshells, trying to think of a good idea.
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