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dodo_master) wrote2010-07-10 10:06 am
dodo_master) wrote2010-07-10 10:06 am
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Creation 8
[Whatever just happened, Cynric's not sure. He woke back up in the *better* town, and he's glad for that.
The other thing he knows is that people were very, very mad at him, as they often are. Being a social pariah was pretty much all he's ever known, and he's used to that. He supposed it was time for him to move again, but it seems like Mayfield still won't let him go.
There is, however, a very large delivery for Cynric in the morning. A 4-foot tall wooden crate, with a pair of scared eyes peering out through the slots. Cyn peeked in.] AH! Hephestus! You're here! Don't worry dear boy, I'll get you out!
[He runs off to the garage, and finds a hammer to pry open the crate. When he does, out jumps a large gray dodo bird! It's flapping wildly and... somehow looks happy? Cynric is thrilled too to see that Mayfield has brought to him one of his favorite creations and pets! But without his magic ability back, he can't speak with his feathery friend. No matter, he'll get it back soon enough and he'll be able to speak with him once again!
Cynric will be spending the rest of the day in the yard, trying to build a home for Heph. There's a pile of 2-by-4s and nails, and he's certainly building.... something, while the dodo happily pecks about the yard.]
Don't worry Hephestus, you'll like it here! Sometimes some odd things happen, and while I'd much rather be at home with the boys, there are certainly worse places to be!
The other thing he knows is that people were very, very mad at him, as they often are. Being a social pariah was pretty much all he's ever known, and he's used to that. He supposed it was time for him to move again, but it seems like Mayfield still won't let him go.
There is, however, a very large delivery for Cynric in the morning. A 4-foot tall wooden crate, with a pair of scared eyes peering out through the slots. Cyn peeked in.] AH! Hephestus! You're here! Don't worry dear boy, I'll get you out!
[He runs off to the garage, and finds a hammer to pry open the crate. When he does, out jumps a large gray dodo bird! It's flapping wildly and... somehow looks happy? Cynric is thrilled too to see that Mayfield has brought to him one of his favorite creations and pets! But without his magic ability back, he can't speak with his feathery friend. No matter, he'll get it back soon enough and he'll be able to speak with him once again!
Cynric will be spending the rest of the day in the yard, trying to build a home for Heph. There's a pile of 2-by-4s and nails, and he's certainly building.... something, while the dodo happily pecks about the yard.]
Don't worry Hephestus, you'll like it here! Sometimes some odd things happen, and while I'd much rather be at home with the boys, there are certainly worse places to be!
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This was just delivered to me! Hephestus is in there, I think, but I can't seem to understand him. Quite strange.
[Some cooing noises come from inside the box, as if the world's largest pigeon was contained inside. Cynric almost had it open at this point.]
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[The boy came closer to the box, putting his ear against it. He looked up at the man with a mixture of puzzlement, entertainment, and agitation.]
...It's some kinda giant bird. Of course you can't understand it. Birds don't speak English.
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Oh yes, but I speak Hephestus! And he speaks Cynric. Mostly thanks to magic. Which I don't have now. That must be it! [With that, he pries loose the last nail, and the side of the crate pops off. And out flaps Heph, stretching his stubby wings and cooing loudly. Cynric looks thrilled, and pets his head. The big bird is over half Cynric's size.]
There's a boy! You're safe now!
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[He just raises an eyebrow, skeptical. He knew there were psychics who could communicate with animals, but the guy didn't seem likely to be a psychic. And magic? Not real.]
Listen, mister, I'm not such a stupid kid that you can-
[He gave out a small squawk of surprise himself as Heph flapped out, accidentally losing his footing and falling to the ground as he just looked up at the bird in surprise. ...An ostrich? No...]
What is it?
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[Heph coos and squawks at Cynric - he's trying to talk to him, but can't understand why it's not working. Poor dumb dodo. Cynric pats him gently.] Don't worry, Heph, I'll figure something out!
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[He slowly picks himself up, staring at the bird with interest now instead of fear.]
You have access to cloning technology?
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Magic doesn't exist. I'm not so stupid I believe in fairy tales or any of that bullcrap.
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I've been alive a pretty long time too, mister? How long've you been going?
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[He tilts his head a bit.]
Are you sure you're not just some form of psychic? I could believe that over "magic", since there's some possible scientific explanation for it.
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Of course it's magic. You know, books, lots of studying, energy, using components and circles and the like! Especially creation magic, it's very difficult. Takes a lot of work!
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I'm not sure where Heph is going to stay... my room is too full, and the garage wouldn't be very comfortable! I should build something for him.
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[He seems amused by that idea.]
...If you're not done by tomorrow, can I help?
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Oh, I'd love some help! That would be great.
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Awesome. I gotta keep my work up so I can get this thing mapped, but I'll see you tomorrow then, Cynric.
[And he goes to get his maps and head off to finish his work.]
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[Well, Cyn's happy. Not everyone is mad at him apparently. He'll need the help too, as he really has no idea on how to build anything. Not that it's stopped him before.]