The Clock and the Cuckoo
who:Duck princess_ahiru, Rue ruesravenblood and later, Fakir harddays_knight
Rue was doing pointes again. Trying to stretch and not be bored. She decided to sneak out and take a look.she wanted to see these things. The birds had been nightmarish.
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Duck was a bit unhappy when didn't find her at her usual place. She after points and stretches does decide check out. Oh do really hope finds miss Rue, doesn't want to wake or worry anyone but letting them know Rue had gone sneaked out*
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Rue was lookiung about, not sure what was so different. They say there was a new breed of dog.
She tried to find a place to sit. There was a creepy world out here. She was feeling very cramped.
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*Duck called out* Rue, are you alright?
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"I think so.": A grey thing shambled towards her. it had a rotted face and grey eyes. She was not sure what that was. It did not seem to go fast. Rue hopped back and was a bit nervous. she was not sure how far she walked.
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*Even though Rue was only fifty feet away from the bowling alley she was still in danger. Duck becomes Princess Tutu to dance around the grey thing* Rue has no food, nor is she your food I would think. Are you just looking for a friend?
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Was actually farther out then that. The Grey zombie tries to grab Ahiru and had a snarl as it did so. Rue was scared , it was not very friendly of a neighbor.
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Eek *Duck gets grabbed* Rue .. please dance, dance or escape back to the bowling alley please *tries to pull the zombie's arms off her*
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Rue tries to hit with a stick. Then kicks it yet it just tries to lift Duck to it's mouth. So Rue kicks it in the mouth. Her showe breaks but it had a shoe in it's mouth.
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"I am so sorry." Duck was dropped. "I should have listened." She paniced and runs into a store.
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Ahhh ahh forgiven Rue *does get free from the zombie*
~@~
Damn those girls!
Fakir had realized a little too late that Rue and Ahiru had shirked the gardening they had been given to do and had wandered off.
Didn't they know? There were monsters out there!
Not to mention the ravens....
Fakir got his sword, ducked under a place where the barricade wasn't fully blocking, and headed out as well.
"Doddering dullards in a dumb-show!" Fakir muttered, "I'll drag them back here by their shoe-ribbons and tie them to a fence like wayward puppies!"
He might have, too. Except suddenly everything went...slow.
Fakir looked around, marvelling at it. For a moment time seemed frozen, until he realized he could see it, subtle movement. A drop of water from the hose seemed to take hours to hit the ground, and broke in slow-mo.
Fakir had been plucked out of time, as though some hand of fate had need of him elsewhere.
"no..." he muttered.
Somewhere a clock was chiming.
A clock with an owl on its perch.
The clock spun in realtime, faster. a giddying spin. and from it emerged a figure, almost puppetlike in his movements, a silly mummer's dance. The figure wore a brightly feathered headdress, and a long cape.
"Drosselmyer." Fakir grumped, putting up his sword.
"Yes!" the storyteller agreed delightedly, looking at Fakir with his manic grin and spiral eyes. "so many times I've taken the time to talk with your little duck friend. But how rare it is I find time to spend with my favoritest of relatives. How have you been, boy? Is all well in the yarn that you weave? It must be exciting to be such a part of this tale..."
"and what tale is that?" Fakir snarled, "the Prince is gone! the Princess forced to birth a monster. and this whole place become a land of nightmares... you know what we want! We just want to go home! Home! Back to Kinkantown!"
"Well of course no one would stop you if you chose to tweak the tale just a tiny bit...." Drosselmyer said, and now they were above Silent Hill somehow, looking down at the others. How stiffly they moved. Like marionettes on invisible strings.
"I will never do that!" Fakir exclaimed, "defy my fate, yes, but change all the world's? Never!"
"Oh yes, I see. Like you didn't rewrite the story of Rue's transformation. Oh, right. Most proper. I would never dream you would try such a thing." Drosselmyer agreed soberly, watching the scene while watching Fakir sidelong for reaction.
"What do you want?!" Fakir roared at him.
"Only to see how well you play out your role," the storyteller said calmly, "in this place I'm just like you. Only an observer. Still. Seems an awful lot of ravens went by most recently. I shouldn't wonder they must have killed half the countryside by now..."
Fakir paled.
"How do I stop them?" he asked, finally, "I don't know how to do it."
"Just beyond the area you know. Right down Koontz street. You'll find a theater waiting. The Artaud Theater. Oh, it's been gone for ages now, but for you? It should be there. Many good things exist for those brave enough to seek them. That is the place for you to dance the great dance, and fight the great fight. There you can put right what you made wrong. Unless...of course...you're afraid..." Drosselmyer stepped back into his clock, and faded away.
"I'm not afraid!" Fakir screamed, but all had gone back to normal now, and there was no one to shout at.
No one but Jack Sparrow, who was passing by, and gave him an odd look, but before he could say anything, the boy was off and running like zombie dogs were chasing him.
Rue was doing pointes again. Trying to stretch and not be bored. She decided to sneak out and take a look.she wanted to see these things. The birds had been nightmarish.
--
Duck was a bit unhappy when didn't find her at her usual place. She after points and stretches does decide check out. Oh do really hope finds miss Rue, doesn't want to wake or worry anyone but letting them know Rue had gone sneaked out*
--
Rue was lookiung about, not sure what was so different. They say there was a new breed of dog.
She tried to find a place to sit. There was a creepy world out here. She was feeling very cramped.
--
*Duck called out* Rue, are you alright?
--
"I think so.": A grey thing shambled towards her. it had a rotted face and grey eyes. She was not sure what that was. It did not seem to go fast. Rue hopped back and was a bit nervous. she was not sure how far she walked.
--
*Even though Rue was only fifty feet away from the bowling alley she was still in danger. Duck becomes Princess Tutu to dance around the grey thing* Rue has no food, nor is she your food I would think. Are you just looking for a friend?
--
Was actually farther out then that. The Grey zombie tries to grab Ahiru and had a snarl as it did so. Rue was scared , it was not very friendly of a neighbor.
--
Eek *Duck gets grabbed* Rue .. please dance, dance or escape back to the bowling alley please *tries to pull the zombie's arms off her*
--
Rue tries to hit with a stick. Then kicks it yet it just tries to lift Duck to it's mouth. So Rue kicks it in the mouth. Her showe breaks but it had a shoe in it's mouth.
--
"I am so sorry." Duck was dropped. "I should have listened." She paniced and runs into a store.
--
Ahhh ahh forgiven Rue *does get free from the zombie*
~@~
Damn those girls!
Fakir had realized a little too late that Rue and Ahiru had shirked the gardening they had been given to do and had wandered off.
Didn't they know? There were monsters out there!
Not to mention the ravens....
Fakir got his sword, ducked under a place where the barricade wasn't fully blocking, and headed out as well.
"Doddering dullards in a dumb-show!" Fakir muttered, "I'll drag them back here by their shoe-ribbons and tie them to a fence like wayward puppies!"
He might have, too. Except suddenly everything went...slow.
Fakir looked around, marvelling at it. For a moment time seemed frozen, until he realized he could see it, subtle movement. A drop of water from the hose seemed to take hours to hit the ground, and broke in slow-mo.
Fakir had been plucked out of time, as though some hand of fate had need of him elsewhere.
"no..." he muttered.
Somewhere a clock was chiming.
A clock with an owl on its perch.
The clock spun in realtime, faster. a giddying spin. and from it emerged a figure, almost puppetlike in his movements, a silly mummer's dance. The figure wore a brightly feathered headdress, and a long cape.
"Drosselmyer." Fakir grumped, putting up his sword.
"Yes!" the storyteller agreed delightedly, looking at Fakir with his manic grin and spiral eyes. "so many times I've taken the time to talk with your little duck friend. But how rare it is I find time to spend with my favoritest of relatives. How have you been, boy? Is all well in the yarn that you weave? It must be exciting to be such a part of this tale..."
"and what tale is that?" Fakir snarled, "the Prince is gone! the Princess forced to birth a monster. and this whole place become a land of nightmares... you know what we want! We just want to go home! Home! Back to Kinkantown!"
"Well of course no one would stop you if you chose to tweak the tale just a tiny bit...." Drosselmyer said, and now they were above Silent Hill somehow, looking down at the others. How stiffly they moved. Like marionettes on invisible strings.
"I will never do that!" Fakir exclaimed, "defy my fate, yes, but change all the world's? Never!"
"Oh yes, I see. Like you didn't rewrite the story of Rue's transformation. Oh, right. Most proper. I would never dream you would try such a thing." Drosselmyer agreed soberly, watching the scene while watching Fakir sidelong for reaction.
"What do you want?!" Fakir roared at him.
"Only to see how well you play out your role," the storyteller said calmly, "in this place I'm just like you. Only an observer. Still. Seems an awful lot of ravens went by most recently. I shouldn't wonder they must have killed half the countryside by now..."
Fakir paled.
"How do I stop them?" he asked, finally, "I don't know how to do it."
"Just beyond the area you know. Right down Koontz street. You'll find a theater waiting. The Artaud Theater. Oh, it's been gone for ages now, but for you? It should be there. Many good things exist for those brave enough to seek them. That is the place for you to dance the great dance, and fight the great fight. There you can put right what you made wrong. Unless...of course...you're afraid..." Drosselmyer stepped back into his clock, and faded away.
"I'm not afraid!" Fakir screamed, but all had gone back to normal now, and there was no one to shout at.
No one but Jack Sparrow, who was passing by, and gave him an odd look, but before he could say anything, the boy was off and running like zombie dogs were chasing him.