Call of the Cicada

Subject: Call of the Cicada Sat Jul 17, 2010 3:27 pm

The entity deems it to be a long and distant journey from the gate to even manage to see civilization. In fact, the spirit cub had been walking so long its leg are beginning to writhe with fatigue. The canopy glazes the area above it like a massive umbrella guarding the persistent sunlight. There is a house here and there but the vicinity seems spaced.

Trembling the canine plops onto the grass abruptly. Its eyes like the most refined coal settle upon a random ladybug that wanders upon its nose. It pushes itself up, shaking its pelt free of whatever had mottled it aggressively.

It begins to walk again. If only it could fly.

Subject: Re: Call of the Cicada Sat Jul 17, 2010 4:28 pm

Amidst the bladed-green pavement stood firm and hunched a body or lustrous silver and vernal white. Doubtlessly, it would inevitably catch the candid’s attention, but the opposite seemed improbable. Its back proved to be the only portion of his structure that was visible. Between its slightly in-turned paws pulsed a phantasmal illumination, meek and amorphous. How subtle was the dull thump that had sounded to his rear. Nigh dismissible, but such proved enough for the being’s ears to perk up with the utmost degree of attention. Eyes wide and sightless, his reaction skirting a startle, however fell shy. A glance had been tossed over a shoulder, just catching an apparent wolf cub push itself back to its feet. The light between his paws faded as a faint gasp escaped him. Not long would it be until she found him stationed right in front of her, peering somewhat eerily into her eyes.

“You don’t look so good,” he began. “You okay?”

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Subject: Re: Call of the Cicada Sat Jul 17, 2010 5:01 pm

Her eyes are ostensibly wide as she leans her head back slightly to the sudden fellow spirit's presence. Settling she struts, circling around the spiritual counterpart. It isn't very hard to decipher the sequential sniffs before it perches into a sitting position. Its head tilts to one side exceptionally. "Yeah... I'm fine." She begins. Her attention briefly lands on a lazy fly that drones next to her ear. Raising a paw she swats dismissively at it like a bear swiping at bees. It is a blatant miss but the effort she manifested is little to none. "Not used to this place. Arrived here a day ago." It casts an eastbound gaze. "Do you know your way around here?"

Subject: Re: Call of the Cicada Sat Jul 17, 2010 6:31 pm

Generous he had been with the degree of intrusion he presented. A mere sliver of distance remained between them, to which in an effort to restore an appropriate amount, she had drawn rearward . Keeto appeared oblivious, seemingly, to the concept of personal space. Such appeared evident as the being began to circle him. Of course, she would receive an inquisitive look in response, blank and impeccant. Briefly afterwards, she would seat herself before acquiring a tilt to her head. Her lone audience member appeared slightly awestruck for her cuteness rivalled his own – perhaps it was even greater!

“H-huh?” he stuttered. “Oh! So, you’re new? Well, don’t worry one bit. I’ve been here a whole three days, so I can show you around!” He turned and began towards one of the lone homes speckling this portion of Novartis. “I was pretty much in the same state as you. This place is just too big, y’know. So, I made it to about here.” Keeto explained, assuming she had followed after him. “This here is Old Man Kenta’s place. He just happened to spot me. Fed me and even gave me something to do for the time being. See?” He turned around, cupping his paws after moving to his hind legs. A faint radiance appeared after a moment, although did not look particular impressive in any way.

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Subject: Re: Call of the Cicada Sat Jul 17, 2010 6:52 pm

As if bleakness begins to reign supreme from the broadcasting of her Guide's three day experience here solemnly and wearily her ears droop to border the top of her face. Her eyes elongate to symbolize the undoubted doubt that permeates freely through her mind. She thinks that his enthusiasm is as about blatant and inevitable as the sun's light. It differed from what was humane fortunately enough, which preserves her limited --

Kyouko's attention settles on the small radiance being conjured in his cupped hands. Only mildly had she been listening to prior ramblings until her fascination had been ensnared like a mouse in a trap. Expression wiped off of her face like a window's condensation ridden by the linear and brief sweep of a hand her coal coloured eyes widen scarcely. She had been suspecting something to happen, she even gets on the defensive and perches steadily on her front-legs. But it just seems to be a light show of sorts. "Oh." She says, returning to her original position. "Wait, Old Man Kenta? There's men in this place?"

Subject: Re: Call of the Cicada Sat Jul 17, 2010 7:48 pm

Her grimace had gone unnoticed as did her readied stance – or seemingly so. His attention had been so intently pooled within the cultivation of some kind of energy, after all. It faded with her question, however. “Huh?” The expression of inquiry was beginning to appear more as a catch phrase with each additional utterance. “Nah, no human men. This is Heaven after all. I think you gotta be dead to be up here. He’s got an appearance like one, though. There’s probably all kinds of spirits with different appearances up here.” ‘Probably,’ the adverb did not hesitate to imply that in actuality, he had no idea. He turned before descending back to his fours. Only a handful more steps were required to reach the home, to which the door was already open. “Oh, my name’s Keeto,” he mentioned as he pushed the door open. “Old Man Kenta?” He paused, allowing a thought to surface. “Oh yeah, he left on an errand…” He went inside anyway.

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Subject: Re: Call of the Cicada Sat Jul 17, 2010 8:21 pm

"Nani?" She utters at the mention of humane forms. She does begin to note the probability may have been low due to the probably implemented into his speech. That single word seems to be enough to cause his voice to be wrought with nescience. She does figure that she must figure this out if the words he spoke were true. Thus she follows along, not hesitating to scan the area with an erratic stare. It occurred that his name is Keeto. With that mention she knows that the name originated from the same era and culture as her own. She supposes it is Heaven, and giving out her name hadn't been the most difficult task as most when it came to her. "Kyouko." She is stating whilst nonchalantly making her way into the house. What bum would leave the door open? I guess it wasn't like anyone was going to rob another up here. "You sure we should be in here?" Looking around, she continues. "Wait a second, if we're spirits, can't we fly or something?"

[Claiming TEXP for July 17th.]

Subject: Re: Call of the Cicada Sat Jul 17, 2010 10:09 pm

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Keeto replied. His words were spoken with but an evanescing breath, light and all but whispered. Clearly, he was completely confident that their being within the home was perfectly fine; evident with his overly dismissive, felicitous tone. How delighted and excited he was to have crossed someone he could somewhat relate to. Perhaps it was the origins of his felicity. Another question caught his attention. He turned partially, eyes yet to light atop Kyouko as he tended to his own thoughts. “Yeah, you bet ya. Kenta could, but I don’t know how. I think you need to practice that kinda thing. Hey, Kyo,” Keeto beckoned, apparently taking the liberty of shortening her name. “You wanna do that instead?” He asked with a rejuvenated motivation, words crafted swiftly. “We could figure it out together! I always wanted to be able to do that…” He always did want to be able to fly like Kenta – the whole three days he has been there. Of course, what human never had dreamt of flying under their own power?

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Subject: Re: Call of the Cicada Sat Jul 17, 2010 11:33 pm

"Yeah. Let's see here..." The canine raises to its hind legs. From there, she does not seem to know what to do. The plausibility of flight is farfetched in the mind of Kyouko. She supposes the entire plane they were on is a bit farfetched, but obviously real. She stands firm in that position. Her obsidian eyes close as if the fall of curtains had been brought about. Her concentration lies within mentally planning what she would do in order to achieve this. Flourishing within her mind rapidly are thoughts and feelings relating to flight; whether it be feathers, air, winds, it is mingled into the female Kamikonjou's thoughts. As her thoughts continue to elapse she pays no heed as she plummets rearwards. Almost hitting the ground she finds her body promptly beginning to float in the air at the last given second. Levitating to a height that had been approximately six to seven feet in the air abruptly two large, angelic wings sprout from her back. Opening her eyes, she looks around. "What is on my back..." Wearily she inquires.

Flight Acquisition Quest: 783/750 words. Complete.

Subject: Re: Call of the Cicada Sun Jul 18, 2010 11:09 am

No time had gone to waste. Apparently, she was willing to practice this immediately. Well, that was okay. Of course, Keeto did not mind. He appeared captivated from the beginning of her efforts. An ingenuous blink ensued. “Already? Well, okay,” Keeto stated, doing little else but continuing to act as the spirit’s audience. Shortly, his mouth would fall agape as she started to drift upwards. That was certainly fast. His expression read, with the uttermost degree of vividity, a paradoxical mix of unbelievability and awe-struck recognition. He was speechless even after her query. “W-wings!” Keeto stuttered as he pointed up to her. “Winds are on your back!” How in all of Koushi had she achieved flight so quickly? It appeared nigh effortless. Such a fact and made it obvious this individual was some kind of spiritual prodigy. “Kyo, how’d you do that? You gotta teach me!”

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Flight Acquisition Quest: 873/750 words. Complete.

Subject: Re: Call of the Cicada Sun Jul 18, 2010 3:43 pm

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