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daioni	May 2 2009, 06:04 PM
Pro Posts: 492 Group: Moderator Member #10 Joined: May 29, 2007	As the group spread out in the perpetual nothingness, it became apparent that though there was a distinct eternal aspect about this place, finding each other again would be no problem, for it nothing, something tended to stand out like a sore thumb, and it was easy to spot one another in contrast to their surroundings. It was an odd sensation. "Kind of makes you wish for the days when all that was required was to beat something into sumission," said Lil Dev, "A place like this would drive you crazy." She was feeling something akin to vertigo, though in this place she was not sure what to call it, just the lack of anything was making her head spin. Titan seemed to be holdding up better, of course, he didn't think very hard on the philipohical quandry of being something in a place full of nothing. As long as he wasn't focusing on it, it didn't bug him. "What's that?" he said suddenely, focusing on something in the distance. The two moved forward to examine the small object hovering aimlessly through the void. "A doll?" A childs ragdoll hovered there, a phtsical object against the nothing. Titan was about to touch it when more spots of something caught in the corner of his eye. "Look," he said, pointing off into that direction. More objects came into view, small things, like little trinkets and ornaments placed randomly. "Whatever we're looking for must be somewhere around here." said Dev, then called for the others. *** "Guess I'm not the only one they screwed over," said Thorn, examining the objects, "Wrodon must have been 'playing' with mortals for some time to collect this much junk." He moved through the smll asteroid belt, aware of a familiar feeling somewhere in him. Perhaps it was caused by the lack of outside stimulation that made him more accutely aware of it, but he could almost feel a pull. It wanted to be found, attracting him like a magnet. He knew it the instant he saw it. A glttering key that sat there, simple and unimpressive save for the gold plating. Moving towards it, Titan had to question, "That's it? What's it to?" Thorn had to chuckle a little, he had always kept most of them out of some of the more finer details. Vimes had probable figured it out already. Maybe Dev. "My freedom." he said, "When I was a kid, Wrodon cheated my parents and I was forfeit to him. That key is the final binding, the physical form of what ties me to him, my name." He took the vial out of his pocket, the insides glowed like a etherial flame. Within, Thorn knew was his most precious memories. They were the few things he could remember about his parents and the time he had spent with them. He moarned what he lost, but this was the only way. He could not just take the name, Wrodon owned it legally, and in this realm that law was as sharp as swords, unbreakable as steal plate. Still, even fae laws have loopholes... "As payment," he said, placing the bottle in the air besides the key. It hovered there instead of falling. Thorn then reached for the key... ^KEVIN ROSS^ The soundless words filled the void, and Thorn froze, hand inches away from the key, every movement in his body siezed up with the force of everything he was being brought against him. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't scream. He only knew that something had good terribly, deadly wrong. "How quaint," a voice came, and the others turned to see, or rather not see, the form materializing before them. It was not, 'there', not physical, not something, but seemed to be composed of the nothing substance that surrounded them, somthing there but not there. "I was wondering when you would turn up again." the voice through charming in it's own way, was cold and empty, the kind of voice you felt held a dagger to your back. "I was so worried, it's the first time one of my pets ran away." A lump lodged itself in Thorns throat. Wrodon. It had to be, he'd remember that chilling voice, even in his nightmares, even if everything in his mind was wiped away, that voice haunted and hunted him. Still, he could tell, it was not him, or at least, not all of him, it was as if he was a shell, and echo, a glare of light that remained after it was gone, but all the same, it had the force behind it. He wanted to try and tell the others, but he was bound, caught. Wrodon's image turned to the rest of the group, "And you, you must be the ones who returned him, the poor thing must have been so scared..." As the 'nothing' of his form came into focus, one could see it dressed in truely extravigant clothing of a lord, it's otherworldly nature emphasized by the growing things that sprung out of it as if he was a source of life. Vines seemed to twist across the fabric, every so often flowers budding and blooming before dropping off in rain of petals. "Such an act deseres some sort of reward..." there was something sinister in his voice and almost undetectable undertone then was like the hawk to the sparrow, the focusing eyes of the wolf on the rabbit.
	Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

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