Making a mark

Subject: Making a mark Tue Mar 03, 2009 2:31 pm

___Grunty yawned and took a look at her surroundings. Only yesterday, she’d been residing in peace and perfection… a sort of heaven supposedly. Now what greeted her eyes were environs quite different from what she’d known before. Everything was distinctly, well… dark. The gloom all around her held no threat of impending menace, it was simply that her sickly slitted eyes were accustomed to the endless brightness of the heavens.
___Yet, this wasteland failed to trigger any feelings of homesickness. Instead, it aroused an unquenchable desire to explore. Thus, she set out to see what this new plane had to offer.
___The first thing she noticed was the marked unfriendliness of the people around. The fox spirit would approach one chain dangling youth with what seemed to her a perfectly friendly greeting only to find him looking right past her and putting on his headphones. Another girl in a short leather skirt completely ignored her attempts at starting a conversation. After walking right through one of her legs, though, the confused spirit concluded that this world was somehow full of ghosts. Perhaps this was the Onitoshi place after all? No… this place lacked redness or a particular overabundance of sin.
___Floating on, her feet touching, but not feeling the shady asphalt beneath her paws, she continued on until the slightest hint of a vapor shifted past her nose… an earthy smell mixed with the heady scent of a smoke she’d never tasted before. The source was a large coffee shop a few hundred feet away. Its size marked it as the centerpiece of the place and it seemed to be giving off the blackness that the whole town had been infected with. Disaffected young people sat outside, quietly gathered on and around some tables outside. The smoking tips of their cigarettes gave off a weak, sanguine glow that lit up their worn faces.
___In this distinct darkness, the stranger glided through the wall and found a few of the smoking youth looking after her. They must’ve been looking at something past her… or so she thought until she found that one of them had followed her through the wall. Another fallen spirit like herself! She could hardly contain her joy. Hopping up, she greeted the black clad ghost. “Hey!”
___“Hey…” he responded in a dead monotone. Though he was dressed the same as the others, he lacked a cigarette and his depression seemed particularly genuine compared to the others, some of whom seemed sad and dark only because they were surrounded by sadness and darkness. His gaze fell forlornly on the front counter of the store, where a tall, skinny teenager with a lip ring mixed warm drinks and took papers in exchange for them. Most of the people in the building seemed jealous of his job.
___The young spirit looked at the counter as a curiosity. There were no shops where she’d come from, and money was a completely alien and novel concept. Nobody could really get rich in her hometown because nobody was greedy. Nobody was poor because there were too many resources. Here the resources were limited, so you could control the flow of those resources by stockpiling them for yourself.
___But these were lessons she would learn later. For now, the mysterious grinding machine produced a wonderful smelling liquid. Grunty excused herself from her new friend and floated over to a cup in the possession of a girl who was furiously typing poetry on her odd device with a glowy screen. Still not used to the concept of ownership, the soul stuck her nose into the cup, took a mighty heave to absorb the smell, and stuck her black snout into the liquid, trying to extract some.
___“It’s useless,” the black clad male spirit groaned matter of factly, as though he’d attempted the same thing many times in the past himself. “You’re dead, aren’t you, Fox? Dead things can’t drink coffee or smoke weed you know…”
___The little fox found herself affected by the distinct tone of hopelessness in the boy’s voice. It bothered her in a way… hopelessness was a new emotion to her as well. Immediately deciding she didn’t like it, she began to ignore anything further the guy would say until she had her… coffee.
___“Screw you.” With that, Grunty spent the better part of an hour trying to drink the coffee. The girl continued to type away like she was mad at the keyboard. The gloomy male spirit sighed and eventually went outside to brood. The smell of the coffee would not leave Grunty’s nose, and it got stronger and stronger. After awhile, the girl’s eyes widened and the typing stopped. Getting up slowly, her countenance a mask of terror, she slid the chair backwards and started backing slowly off, clutching her laptop as the color drained from her face. The little fox failed to notice, however, as her face was focused on the prize before her. Delicious, warm, smooth, the beverage was a stream of pleasure down her throat. Finishing the cup off, she sighed, satisfied, and marched triumphantly towards the wall. She remembered to use the door after smacking into the adamant wood.
___The boy was still perched on the table, his sadness almost tangible and in stark contrast to the triumphant aura of the little creature, who could now feel the roughness of the road beneath her paws. “In your face!” she barked at him.
___Several of the people there that night would talk at school about the strange black wolf that stole Jennifer’s mocha.

Subject: Re: Making a mark Tue Mar 03, 2009 2:34 pm

Spiritual Impression Quest
The quest to effect the physical realm!
Requires: 750 words
Spirit based beings do not have physical bodies so they are unable to interact with the physical realm unless they are able to gain the ability to naturally shift their spirit bodies so that they are able to affect the physical realm when in earth. This doesn't mean that spiritually aware physical beings can't hurt you, but it does mean you can't attack them or do really cool things like destroy buildings and attack humans among other more peaceful things. Learn to shift your body into the physical realm and you will be able to make your impression!
Quest Ability: Spiritual Impression (passive) - the ability to affect physical based items or beings when on earth.

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