Post by Kezaa (retired) on Sept 20, 2005 4:59:00 GMT
"Sir, I realize I took your sword without paying, but.....why, exactly, are you sitting on my ceiling?"
Nevermind the question how. The young Head Boy sat up in his bed, staring incredulously but nonetheless wearily at the impish little man whom sat on his ceiling above his bed as easily as one would on the floor. It took several moments for the blonde to register the man with the bushy beard on his face, and not without suppressing his instinct to reach for his aptly hidden weapon propped next to his bed. Despite the little old man's intrusive stare, there was something about him that didn't seem a threat. Yet Kez could still pick up something of a malignant, parasitic presence in the room.
The moon's light fell upon the room, further obstructing the man's face from view from behind the beam of light. In his eyes held a very primordial, wild look. Was it perhaps, one of fear? That might have being the case, considering the man's reluctance to answer Kezaa's long sitting question.
"Boy.....how very tragic to see this string of bad luck befall you. I advise that you stay far away from that one there." the little crone said in a scratchy, tired voice as he pointed to the lithe form of Kezaa's wife, Jesika, whom slept soundly next to him.
"What do you mean? I-"
Kezzy's rebuttal was cut short as he watched the man's pupils dialate, as if stricken with a sudden wave of fright. The interruption was further substantiated when the man tumbled down atop Kez, collapsing in a head in Kezaa's lap. As his shocked gaze fell upon the now frightened and heaving man, something else caught his gaze across the room, in front of his closet. There was a figure, a man. Even with the incriminating glow of the moon upon him the man's features didn't seem to exist.
He did not have a face. Other than that, he was wearing a traveling cape and grain outfit, the very one Kez had put away ijn his closet. The man's hair was stark black, and dipped in red. They seemed ill-inhibited by gravity as they stood straight up. Kez blinked, and next saw the man on his side of the bed in that next instant. The figure raised a rather intimidating sword above his head, and brought it down hard. Kez moved to catch it, but alas, the person Kez saw was naught but a reflection in the mirror.
The man was actually standing on Jesika's side of the bed.
Nevermind the question how. The young Head Boy sat up in his bed, staring incredulously but nonetheless wearily at the impish little man whom sat on his ceiling above his bed as easily as one would on the floor. It took several moments for the blonde to register the man with the bushy beard on his face, and not without suppressing his instinct to reach for his aptly hidden weapon propped next to his bed. Despite the little old man's intrusive stare, there was something about him that didn't seem a threat. Yet Kez could still pick up something of a malignant, parasitic presence in the room.
The moon's light fell upon the room, further obstructing the man's face from view from behind the beam of light. In his eyes held a very primordial, wild look. Was it perhaps, one of fear? That might have being the case, considering the man's reluctance to answer Kezaa's long sitting question.
"Boy.....how very tragic to see this string of bad luck befall you. I advise that you stay far away from that one there." the little crone said in a scratchy, tired voice as he pointed to the lithe form of Kezaa's wife, Jesika, whom slept soundly next to him.
"What do you mean? I-"
Kezzy's rebuttal was cut short as he watched the man's pupils dialate, as if stricken with a sudden wave of fright. The interruption was further substantiated when the man tumbled down atop Kez, collapsing in a head in Kezaa's lap. As his shocked gaze fell upon the now frightened and heaving man, something else caught his gaze across the room, in front of his closet. There was a figure, a man. Even with the incriminating glow of the moon upon him the man's features didn't seem to exist.
He did not have a face. Other than that, he was wearing a traveling cape and grain outfit, the very one Kez had put away ijn his closet. The man's hair was stark black, and dipped in red. They seemed ill-inhibited by gravity as they stood straight up. Kez blinked, and next saw the man on his side of the bed in that next instant. The figure raised a rather intimidating sword above his head, and brought it down hard. Kez moved to catch it, but alas, the person Kez saw was naught but a reflection in the mirror.
The man was actually standing on Jesika's side of the bed.
