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entrancelogs2010-10-23 01:54 am
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+ OPEN LOG +
Who: the Jabberwocky and YOU
Where: Outside the Mansion
When: Friday night to Sunday
Rating: :(
Summary: You’ve heard the Queen’s orders. Now it’s time to follow through.
the Story:
All while the Mansion was teeming with activity, it’s been hiding. Animalistic in its thoughts, survival instinct kicking in. With a corporeal body comes corporeal pains—things it hadn’t counted on. But in the end, hunger (yet again) prevails, and it must make its move now.
As a beast of thought, it evolves at a rapid pace—as most of you have seen. From a creature of shadow, existing in the realm of dreams, to wisps of existence and parroted words, to a beast in a constant state of hunger—it’s adapted, changed itself and its very substance in order to become the ultimate being.
Beware the Jabberwock, my friends! With jaws that bite, and claws that catch. Eyes aflame, whiffling through Wonderland’s woods—burbling as it came. The world shakes; the beast has grown exponentially, towering over the trees of the forest. A manxome foe by all definitions, with the words “dragon” and “dangerous” bubbling to the surface of one’s mind. After the fights in the Mirrorworld, it’s become prepared. Protective scales coating the entirety of its body defend both magic and the majority of melee weapons, while sharp, metal teeth and claws have the ability to rip all substances apart.
It’s the final battle— come together, and come prepared.
Where: Outside the Mansion
When: Friday night to Sunday
Rating: :(
Summary: You’ve heard the Queen’s orders. Now it’s time to follow through.
the Story:
All while the Mansion was teeming with activity, it’s been hiding. Animalistic in its thoughts, survival instinct kicking in. With a corporeal body comes corporeal pains—things it hadn’t counted on. But in the end, hunger (yet again) prevails, and it must make its move now.
As a beast of thought, it evolves at a rapid pace—as most of you have seen. From a creature of shadow, existing in the realm of dreams, to wisps of existence and parroted words, to a beast in a constant state of hunger—it’s adapted, changed itself and its very substance in order to become the ultimate being.
Beware the Jabberwock, my friends! With jaws that bite, and claws that catch. Eyes aflame, whiffling through Wonderland’s woods—burbling as it came. The world shakes; the beast has grown exponentially, towering over the trees of the forest. A manxome foe by all definitions, with the words “dragon” and “dangerous” bubbling to the surface of one’s mind. After the fights in the Mirrorworld, it’s become prepared. Protective scales coating the entirety of its body defend both magic and the majority of melee weapons, while sharp, metal teeth and claws have the ability to rip all substances apart.
It’s the final battle— come together, and come prepared.
I did not see this reply earlier X_X
He smiles and forgets his task for a moment, walking briskly towards Jack with his hand extended in greeting.
"You must be Jack! I've seen you in my Other's lab quite often, it's very nice to finally meet you in person!"
[[OOC: Thanks, but I'll just pop in for a chat and then go straight to being eaten, if that's okay.]]
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"Are you making fun of me?"
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"I..."
He lowers his hand and looks away for amoment.
"...apologise. I was certain you knew about us-- the Mirrors?"
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...So you're like Dr. Bhamba, except polite.
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He almost sounds a little incredulous, but then he quickly remembers that Jack doesn't have much to go by, other than the first impression he just made. He sighs, smiling.
"But, ah, he can be quite... abrasive at times, that is true."
Another thing that separates them is M!Bhamba's awareness of his surroundings, here noticable by the occasional, nervous sideglances in the direction of the Jabberwock's roar.
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He sighs, wishing he could just... not elaborate, but he feels he needs to be frank about his plan.
"I fought it on the other side, but ah... it did not go well. Unfortunately it seems the only skill I have in combat is to, well, be devoured, so I..."
He opens his coat a little, revealing a number of plants underneat.
"I am hoping to make myself an entirely unpleasant meal this time."
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Correction: Trees fall in a distance which is not distant enough for Bhamba's taste.
He sighs and tries to smile. "The creature has to be stopped and I have a duty to our Majesty."
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"But Dr. Bhamba, you--"
He swallows hard, then abruptly hugs Bhamba's mirror.
Determined to round this thread off, ridiculous lateness be damned!
With no idea what to say he simply chooses not to say anything at all.
After a moment he pats Jack on the back and forces himself to break the hug.
"He is very lucky to have you."
He sighs and looks towards where the trees are shaking.
"Take care, Jack."
Then he turns around and disappears in the forest.