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Post by Ripley Maddox on Dec 18, 2016 23:40:15 GMT
Hereeee's Ripley!!
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I could just gobble you up!~
Cold night air pulled at Ripley’s hair as he sat himself down in a nondescript spot in the fields. He set his rucksack down beside him with his sword within easy reach. Then, he used his mechanical hands to dig out a shallow pit that he tossed his bone into alongside a few strands of dry grass. Next, he rummaged through the contents of his rucksack—which seemed content to sit there and do nothing while his pulled out its entrails—for a piece of flint and a few long bones to burn. He then drew his travelling companion from its sheathe and struck the flint against the edge of his blade. The sparks flew wide and Ripley used the magic locked within his weapon to stoke them into a steadily growing fire as they made contact with the bones. He added some grass to the blaze as he fed a steady flow of magic into the flames until it was a proper cooking fire.
Smiling, Ripley hunted among his belongings until he found two items. One was a hefty piece of shrapnel from a passing vehicle he happened upon; the other was a long piece of something warm wrapped in several sheets of newspaper. He unwrapped the package, stuck the length of meat onto his piece of shrapnel on the sharper end, and held it over the fire. Ripley licked his lips as the hand he was calmly roasting over the fire began to pop and sizzle. Another little something that he’d gain from the vehicle he happened upon.
A racoon came up and sat next to him and said, “Looks good, mate. Care if join in on your little barbe?” Ripley looked down at the little Australian racoon.
“Sure thing, little guy. What’s your name?”
“It’s Charley.” The racoon held out his little paw for Ripley to take. The man obliged and gripped the paw lightly between his thumb and forefinger, then gave it a firm shake.
“Pleased to meet you, Charley. I’m Ripley.” With introductions thusly given, Ripley and his newest companion settled in and watched the hand cook.
((OOC: Yes, there actually is a racoon sitting next to Ripley. No, it does not actually talk.))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 14:57:36 GMT
spirit sighting
"I know you will love me." ➼ Neutral/Friendly roll ➼ rolled on 01/23/2017 ➼ 327 words | The dark sky was clear, with no sign of clouds to interrupt the expanse of stars above, but a sudden strong gust of wind strong enough to throw sparks and cinders all over the grass was the first sign that all was not as usual in the meadow. From below, the raccoon would squeak in terror and flee into the heavy grasses. Swooping into the meadow with black talons outstretched, a spirit twice the size of a housecat bounced off of the thick bed of grass and landed on its back, its feathers splayed all around itself. Large yellow eyes rolled in its head for a moment before the creature righted itself, swishing its gray tail back and forth.
It seemed to chitter to itself in an unknown language before sniffing the air and turning about to look at the human crouched before the fire. Tilting its head in curiosity, it strutted over to the unknown being and sniffed at the metal arm. A pink tongue flicked out to taste it, and the small Griffin shook its head in rejection of the taste, which was decidedly not as appetizing as it had hoped. Turning its back on him, it lifted its tail and scooted a couple pawfuls of dirt at him, using its cat-like back feet. With that done, it sat in front of the fire and began preening itself, making the ruffled feathers begin to lay down again.
Other than the initial inspection, the Spirit gave no other indication that it even acknowledged the human's existence, although it seemed to enjoy the pleasing warmth of the fire. More surprisingly, it gave no sign of fear or discomfort being near a mortal being, although it certainly didn't look particularly dangerous.
With its feathers finally laying flat again, it looked up at the human and jarbled in the strange, unknown language. Its eyes were wide and curious, as it if fully expected him to answer back in kind. | © seadra of gs |
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Post by Ripley Maddox on Jan 25, 2017 9:29:02 GMT
Hereeee's Ripley!!
@fox
Adorable!
Lemme draw you!
I could just gobble you up!~
Something seemed to spook Charlie. The racoon bolted upright and chittered at the air, eyes wide with fear. “Ah, s-sorry mate, but, uh, I think the wife is callin’ me. Gotta run!” Charlie ran bounded away into the tall grass without so much as another word. Ripley craned his neck in an attempt to follow his little friend.
“Wait, you don’t want to share?!” When no answer was forth coming, Ripley gave a dejected sigh passed through his lips. Now who was he going to talk to? A thump and a shifting of grass brought Ripley’s attention back towards the fire. He blinked at the newest apparition his tangled thoughts graced him with. What a strangle little creature it was; part owl, part cat and just as adorable as the two. His eyes followed the thing as it righted itself and made its way over to him. It licked his arm but was obviously not impressed by the taste. Ripley couldn’t blame it; metal tasted terrible.
He watched the creature sit next to him upon a throne of dirt it kicked up with its back legs and preened the feathers ruffled by its assumingly rough landing. Ripley planted the shard of metal in the ground to let his meal continue roasting while tilting his head at the garbled gibberish he could hear the creature speaking.
“And how might you be, my little owl-cat friend?” He usually knew what the various hallucinations liked to call themselves but this one eluded him. The urge to draw the being began dancing a merry jig with his muse, prompting the mad artist to reach into his pack for the pencils and drawing paper he kept with him. He turned back the creature, committing the shape to his memory, and made the first delicate line with a single fluid motion. MADE BY SUNBUNS
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 15:11:01 GMT
spirit sighting
"I know you will love me." ➼ Neutral/Friendly roll ➼ rolled on 01/23/2017 ➼ 434 words | The language that the human used was unfamiliar to the small creature, and it tilted its head in confusion, the feathers on its face fluffing out for a moment in displeasure. Shaking its head as if brushing off a cold chill of wind, it stood and walked another couple paces forward, getting closer to the strange creature with the nasty flavor. The magic was slowly working through its mind, translating the language and providing a label for the creature. Human. So, this was a human? It didn't taste like a human. More like a shiny rock. Its eyes stayed on the human, wondering what it was doing out in the lands that had been left to the care of the spirits.
When the human spoke again, the air spirit understood his words, even if they sounded bizarre and alien to its feathery ears. He had called it an... owl... cat... An image of the two animals entered the spirit's thoughts, and it began giggling to itself at the comparison. The sound was like a rolling cough, fluffing the feathers along its cheeks again. Those smaller beings were pale shadows of the spirits, finite and fragile. But the spirit could hardly deny the similarities of the physical forms that they had.
"I am not an owl," it said, tasting the strange human language on its tongue. "Nor am I a cat. I am a child of the wind and sky. Kin to the magic that forms the world."
It had a small voice, like a guttural child, but it was far older than its size and appearance suggested. Spirits defied mortality, even if they sometimes chose to wander the physical world for their own reasons. In the case of this spirit, it seemed that amusement and exploration were among its only goals. Still, there was no denying the kind of pride that the spirit had in its voice, further evidenced by the way it held its head as high as it could while keeping all four feet on the ground. It shuffled its wings behind it, ordering them and reordering them until it was satisfied that they were dignified.
Looking over at the strange human, it noticed him rummaging through a sack and leaped over the fire, scattering embers with a gust of wind as it came to a graceful landing and started nosing around the sack. Laying its ears back, the spirit stuck its face in the sack, waving its tail back and forth with curiosity.
"What is in this object?" it asked, its voice muffled by the layer of fabric. | © seadra of gs |
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Post by Ripley Maddox on Jan 31, 2017 8:24:48 GMT
Hereeee's Ripley!!
@fox
More drawing!~
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I could just gobble you up!~
So, the cat-owl creature could speak proper Ethean? How wonderful! It would be an incredibly difficult task to converse with one another if both himself and the apparition were unable to understand one another. “A child of the wind and sky, you say? And kin to magic as well. Impressive.” And curious as well. It obviously wasn’t a magi of any description nor was it among the many creatures that he knew of, and likely able to use magic if the owl-cat creature’s words held any truth. As it was, he couldn’t help but to blink when he turned back to see the creature leaping over the small fire he’d built amid a scattering of embers and a gust of wind. There was a figurative flash in Ripley’s eyes as he took a mental snapshot of the image.
A blue cyclopean orb would follow the creature as it poked its head into his rucksack. “It’s called a rucksack, little friend. I use it to carry my things around while I’m on the road. Carrying things around with just my hands is too much of a hassle and that object keeps them in one place.” Ripley returned his full attention to the drawing pad and continued sketching out the image swirling in his thought. The single line was joined by an elegant curve that slowly linked itself into the rough shape of a circle. Another set of lines were joined to the top of the circle, the close approximation of ears.
“So, little spirit friend, what brings you to my side?” A pair of ovals appeared in the upper margins of the circle alongside a diamond with a curved bottom. Mechanical hands traced a dozen deft trails across the coarse paper, forming shapes that bled seamlessly into one another. Ripley could see the greater whole coming together at a snail’s pace as he smoothed the rougher details and continuously added more. MADE BY SUNBUNS
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 15:07:41 GMT
spirit sighting
"I know you will love me." ➼ Neutral/Friendly roll ➼ rolled on 01/23/2017 ➼ 376 words | Nosing around in the strange object that the human called a "rucksack," the spirit found traces of blood and meat scent, which interested it greatly, but it was unable to find any substantial material to back up the tantalizing scent. Backing out of the item, its feathers got stuck on the edge for a second, and the spirit had to push with its back feet until its head popped out of the hole. The feathers stood out along the back side of the spirit's head, and it shook its head crossly at the indignity, taking the next few moments to preen itself again until the gray and black feathers lay flat.
"I approve of this," the spirit announced, re-shuffling its wings with great dignity. "You carry food inside, yes?"
Spirits didn't need to eat, not in the same way that mortals did, but most of the more predatory variety enjoyed the experience anyway. Nature itself was notoriously vicious, with the weak and unlucky dying as prey to the strong. The Spirits were incarnations of that force, and hunting was sometimes a part of that. Not that a little human would ever understand something so nuanced in the ways of magic and Spirits. There was little point in trying to explain it to him, and even if the Spirit wanted to, the human hadn't earned that kind of esteem.
Speaking of the human... it wasn't paying attention to the Spirit, and that was an irritant. It was the most interesting and beautiful thing on the Plains, after all. Why wouldn't the human be giving it his full attention? Spreading its wings, the Spirit half hopped and half flew to the place over the human's shoulder, trying to figure out what it was doing. There was a white surface with thin scribbles over it, and the Spirit tilted its head in confusion.
"Why are you scribbling?" it asked, ignoring his question entirely. "I am, without a doubt, the most beautiful being around here. Pay attention to me."
The wind seemed to rise around its body when it flew, supporting it almost as much as its wings did. It was a kind of magic that came so easily and instinctively, it seemed completely without effort.
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Post by Ripley Maddox on Feb 3, 2017 22:29:17 GMT
Hereeee's Ripley!!
@fox
Adorable~
I could just gobble you up!~
“I do indeed carry food inside of it, my observant little friend,” Ripley confirmed, nodding as he did so. “As I said, it makes things easier when I travel the land, and it lets me carry more than I normally could on my own.” It was indeed a useful tool for one that couldn’t afford to stay in any one place for too long. While being hunted by Kalidas and her whelps made for compelling story, it was a poor existence when it came to settling down; at least he could still use his art to leave a mark on any given location. The next set of lines were beginning to form the body and the base of the wings when Ripley felt a gust of wind just over his shoulder. He turned to be met with the face of his spirit friend.
Ripley blinded at the question posed to him. Why wouldn’t he stop to draw such a majestic example of the forces at work in the world? Surely the spirit would understand that, yes? “Why of course you’re the most beautiful thing upon the vast plain of rolling hills and tall grass. It’s the reason that I’m scribbling; so that others might share in your majestic form and appreciate the sheer beauty and pride nuzzled in your glorious frame.” He scooted away from the spirit and turned so that he could better observe it.
“But you are correct. I’m not paying nearly enough attention to you, my little friend.” From that point on, Ripley would pay greater heed to actually looking at the spirit as he rendered it onto the page. He would look down on occasion to examine his work, but the primary subject of his scrutiny would be the spirit itself. MADE BY SUNBUNS
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 17:22:50 GMT
spirit sighting
"I know you will love me." ➼ Neutral/Friendly roll ➼ rolled on 01/23/2017 ➼ 337 words | The human only had one eye. From what the Spirit remembered, humans typically had two, right? How peculiar. The Spirit couldn't fathom what the human would have done with the other one, but suspected that it might be rude to ask where he'd put the other eye. Instead, the Spirit turned its beak to the white surface and examined the shapes that were being created across it. Was the human trying to create a likeness of the it? The Spirit's tail whipped back and forth in excitement. No one had ever tried to create a likeness of it before. What a fantastic opportunity to be admired!
Leaping through the air with another strong gust, it stood on the pack next to him. The squishy lump of fabric shifted under his feet, and he almost fell off, gripping the surface with long black claws and scrambling up again. Once the surface was relatively stable, he lifted his head high, folded his wings carefully on his back and lifted his tail, striking a pose that was sure to make for a beautiful likeness. Perhaps it wouldn't be so spectacular as the real thing, but the Spirit hoped that the human would at least be able to make a decent attempt.
"Does this help?" it asked, not moving its jaws much in an attempt not to ruin the figure it cut.
It pricked its ears forward, trying to look very majestic and stately. Mostly, it looked fluffy and ridiculous, but in its own mind, it was a lion standing over its domain. In one thing it was correct, though. These plains were its domain, as well as the winds therein. Those were calm as the Spirit stood there, making an effort not to ruffle itself. The bag shifted again under the Spirit's weight, and its golden eyes widened for a moment as it stumbled sideways, only to recover before it could fall over. Shaking its head, it resumed the pose on the ground, clearly not to be deterred.
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Post by Ripley Maddox on Feb 8, 2017 6:11:25 GMT
Hereeee's Ripley!!
@fox
I'm so high right now~
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I could just gobble you up!~
“Absolutely perfect, my magnificent little spirit friend!” Ripley cooed in a singsong voice. “Truly a pose worthy of such a magnificent ruler of the four winds and the vast plains across which they blow across!” And indeed it was; the towering grandeur of the being standing before him was awe inspiring. That large sweeping wings, the fearsome mane of feathers, that stern yet noble face! Indeed, the creature whose likeness was being rendered under the guidance of his dexterous fingers resembled nothing remotely akin to the fuzzy ball of adorableness he remembered from moments ago.
When he finally finished his work some number of minutes later, Ripley surveyed the drawing with an expert’s eye; he found that he felt it was somehow… lacking. It wasn’t as though there were any flaws in the drawing (as a matter of fact the details were perfectly placed), yet there still appeared to be something missing from the art, some critical piece that prevented it from being truly great.
Ripley furrowed his brow as he turned the drawing pad so that the mighty spirit might admire his work. “I feel as though it lacks something in capturing your true grandeur when I look at it, but how does it look to you, my friend?” The frown upon his face spoke volumes of his own opinion, but perhaps the mighty spirit would find the rendering to its liking. After all, an artist’s own estimation of his skill was often vastly different from those of others that viewed their works. MADE BY SUNBUNS
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 2:42:51 GMT
spirit sighting
"I know you will love me." ➼ Neutral/Friendly roll ➼ rolled on 01/23/2017 ➼ 372 words | The Spirit flicked its tail in easy acknowledgement of his words, shaking them off with all of the confidence of a monarch being complimented. Of course it was perfect. Of course. How could it be anything else? Still, the Spirit had to admit that it was taking a liking to the strange-tasting human. He knew just how to treat a Spirit of its caliber, with just the right amount of respect and deference. Once the human stopped scribbling, the Spirit trotted over to him and climbed onto his shoulder. It squinted at the drawing, tilting its head to try to evaluate it. Its back claws dug into his shoulder as it tried to keep its balance, being somewhat heavier than a bobcat, and about as large.
The Spirit hummed, flicking the tip of its tail back and forth as it considered what was missing. He'd certainly captured the majesty owed to the Spirit, but he was right. It lacked a certain touch that made it perfect, and that was the Spirit's touch. Touching the page with its beak, it smeared the back feet downward, adding the illusion of motion to the drawing. With that, it reached out its front claws and scratched three parallel lines down the edge, the Spirit's version of a signature. It didn't care whether or not the human would mind it's interference with the drawing. In the Spirit's opinion, he'd improved the piece.
Spreading its wings, it took to the air again, ruffling the back of his head with its wings and a brisk gust of wind. It landed again a few paces away, shaking itself to settle its feathers.
"Now it's perfect," the Spirit announced. "But there are rabbits and ghosts to devour, and the night is still young. Be well, human!"
It took only a couple of flaps for the Spirit to take to the air again, and it did a rapid somersault in mid-air before flapping higher into the sky. There was a joy to flying that the ground could never match, and a spirit of the wind could never be chained to the earth for too long. It didn't take long for its gray and white feathers to disappear in the clouds.
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