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| 26 Oct 2012 12:07 AM |
You are Richard Stave, 32-year-old loyal soldier of Spain. That is, until you died. You can still remember that. And because of that, you're currently wearing your old uniform, with a bloody slash on the chest. No pain, though. Benefits of being a ghost, you guess?
You have just regained from the 'empty feeling' you once had. You feel a little more lively now. Or should you say, deadly. Whatever.
There is one smoke puff on your left which is being entered and exited by ghosts, while on another in your right, everyone still seems to be inspecting it, and there seems to be someone talking. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:09 AM |
I slowly walk forward, shouldering my musket. I walk to the left puff of smoke and touch it.
~Spiffing~ |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:13 AM |
You slowly move your hand towards the smoke, whilst you carry your musket in your other hand.
As you touch it, it doesn't do anything. Nothing grabbing you. If something tried to grab you, that would be stupid.
"Out of the way!" A rude yell comes from behind you, as he glides into the fog.
How nice. |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:16 AM |
" Oi, what right do you have when you're bloody pissin' round the whol' place." I answer the rude man back, turning, musket held steadily in both hands.
~Spiffing~ |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:18 AM |
He does nothing, only stare at your musket. "Is that...is that an antique weapon? What do you call 'em again?" He remarks, as something appears from thin air- a bag.
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:21 AM |
" Brown bess or a musket." I growled, I look at the bag. I then reach for it.
~Spiffing~ |
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| 26 Oct 2012 12:25 AM |
"Woah, easy there fella'." He comments, pulling the bag away from you. He then opens it. "Here, take a look at a few fine items I've collected from this place."
He takes out a golden ring. "Got this from some poor man who died on his way to propose to his lady. Shame."
He takes out a sword. "This one, from a knight. Told me he charged towards a whole squad with this sword. Might fine still, you know."
He then returns both back to the bag. "Anything specific you want, so we could trade with the musket?" |
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| 27 Oct 2012 02:03 PM |
" No, but I have some french shakos."
~Spiffing~ |
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| 27 Oct 2012 02:32 PM |
| hetlereie boemerbed theids oromrormormgomogmomrgorogrmgmoromgrm ahahshashashsahhs asos funenye ahahshdahs |
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| 28 Oct 2012 12:02 AM |
| He nods, amused. "OK then." He makes the bag vanish, and walks to the fog. "Want to come and follow me, or what?" |
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| 28 Oct 2012 04:17 AM |
" Fine." I snapped, following him.
~Spiffing~ |
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| 28 Oct 2012 04:28 AM |
With him on the lead, you both enter a rather mixed memory of both of yours, not shared, but rather, combined. A long trail can be seen on the middle, its sides walled by sandbags. However, beside the sandbags are buildings, looking very sleek and unlike yours during the past. Hard to explain, but maybe this is his definition of modern during his time?
He seems intrigued by this, inspecting the place. "Let's...keep on walking." He says, going down the trail. |
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| 28 Oct 2012 11:41 AM |
I mumbled something in amazement, how?. The only word that was in my mind, or 'what'.
~Spiffing~ |
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| 29 Oct 2012 07:14 AM |
The scene slowly changes, going into a much more stable, much more clear memory- yours. He still seems to be at your side- does that mean he was here, or its just part of the fog magic, or something? You don't know.
However, the appearance of the fog now looks like a battlefield. A wartorn battlefield, actually. Bl..o.o.d and c.o.r.p.s.e.s reside everywhere.
"...This is yours?" He asks, hopping over a body. |
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| 29 Oct 2012 07:24 AM |
" I believe so." I say, starting at my angelic face, a tear came to my eye. I kneel next to my body.
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| 29 Oct 2012 07:30 AM |
You wipe the dust off it, and the man beside you looks down at your body, both with anger and sadness.
However, another look comes upon him. A puzzled look.
"This is odd." He says. |
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| 29 Oct 2012 07:36 AM |
" what?" I ask. " What is??"
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| 29 Oct 2012 07:43 AM |
"See. You usually don't get to see yourself when venturing into the fog." He kneels down at your body.
"Maybe...we might be in someone else's memory? Maybe, someone you know..." He puts a hand to his chin, stroking it. |
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| 29 Oct 2012 08:07 AM |
" Maybe." I say getting up. " It could be yours."
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| 29 Oct 2012 01:51 PM |
"Couldn't be. I'm born waaaay beyond this time, pal. Maybe a friend o' yours must'a jumped in the second we did." He says, following your move.
"Might as well go and find him, while exploring his memory?" |
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| 29 Oct 2012 02:03 PM |
" Yeah, could be Jenkins, he was a new one." I say getting up. " He died as well, before me. I saw him die in front of me, I tried to help him but... but... I was stabbed. He was like a brother to me."
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| 29 Oct 2012 02:15 PM |
| heltletrf ebomomnbo dsorids |
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| 31 Oct 2012 02:46 AM |
| "Hm..." He says, putting his hands in his pockets. "Lets keep on walking. Explore his memory, you know? Maybe we can see him somewhere here." He says, as he begins to start traveling in the battlefield. |
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| 31 Oct 2012 05:43 AM |
" Hey look, two abandoned horses." I say running to grab ones reigns. " Can you ride? I was once a stable boy."
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| 06 Nov 2012 01:23 PM |
He nods quietly, jumping on top of the other. Both of you begin to ride out into the field, exploring the memory of this soldier. For a few minutes, the only thing that could be heard were the hooves of the horses pattering on the ground, until he finally raised a question.
"This is a rather odd time period, isn't it? I haven't really explored much of this part. Maybe I haven't read enough history books." He comments. |
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