Girlie1Bomba

The Legend of Gobbledygook

I'll get a starter going to meet up with the sphinx / unicorn

Ozzy's smart enough to the things that are smarter than him

@ShwiggityShwah

Sadly the Unicorn has been turned to stone. Well, if you're referring to Mother Ina'Raynjara that is...

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The Helium Frightful

Lucky

♥
~~~

They were cheering, they were dancing, they were so happy to be with the music and so happy to be alive.

By the light of the HOBO device Lucky now watched the joyous Bobblings, a full on grin illuminated from between her lips. A good arms distance away was she, yet how much did she ever wish to join them? So much. In fact, she wanted to be so happy with them that tears began to stream from her cheeks.

"So happy to be with the music, Dots..." she hugged her regally posed for all eternity bestie up tight to her cheek, inadvertantly sharing her tears with the white fluffy feline, "d'ya thinks we as fine employees might be able to soiree along in this here soiree, girlie...? For only a titch then right...? The Cap'n Gilby... t'would he mind not, ya thinks...? Won't hurt 'im if he don't know, right...?"

As she asked, her slight hips began to twitch lightly at first, then suddenly her little behind was in full sway and wiggle to the music. A hearty squeal and laugh she let out as she tossed Dotsies up high then caught her once more. Tears were soon stopped and wiped away. For a heartbeat she paused, then her smile grew and grew till she looked like some kind of fine, feline nebulae creature with invisible body and only a giant smile to show. "JUMP N' FLITTERRRRR!!!!"

Oh but what a dance. The moves were rather numerous, but the flow was infectious. And it was a moveset that repeated itself. And so after watching her repeat the Jump n' Flitter a few times, the little Bobblings began to stumble along as they learned the dance moves. The HOBO's radio frequency was tuned to the Golby's radio and the signal and song was loud and clear. There was a pause as suddenly they all knew it all came together now.

"Good work, Dotsies! Ahoy, Krita-canics! Ya' willin'? Say Aye! Ya' ready? Say Aye! Ah one, ah two... ah one-two-three-fooooooourrrr--"

And so they danced...

Step forward right foot. Both hands up. Hands n' hips left, hands n' hips right. Point with the left, right hand on hips, now shake whacha got, hips in a circle now. Fold arms quick. Now hands out like flying nebulae on only the right foot, flitter them arms. Jump back once, step left forward twice. Flitter again on the left foot. Now step right back twice, jump forward once. Fists up n' roll them shoulders, lean back n' roll shoulders once more. Lean forward. Pause. Step back left foot. Point with the right, left hand on hips, now shake whacha gots, hips in a circle and jump! Now strike your made up pose! Jump turn to the right! Repeat.

Several times they danced the 'Jump n' Flitter', laughing and cheering as they went along. But suddenly Lucky lost her grip on Dotsies, and the regally posed for all eternity, white, fuzzy feline went flying, toppling head over heels into their storage container home. "AUGH! Dotsies! Why ya jump from me again, girlie! If ya'd had enuff then say so, girlie, don't just leap away... use your words, Dots! Nahhhhh... comin' t'getcha is this here lass... ughss..."

Lucky crawled into the container to retrieve her bestie. Immediately she paused, big black ears perking up, vertical pupils dilating to take in more light, little nose sniffing twice. The sounds of upset Bobblings overtook the sound of the rollicking music.

Intruder.

Light lightning, Lucky leapt from her abode.

~~~

Eyes scanned about, but it was her ears that caught the location of the nebulae. Four legger. Long tail. Big enough for a dinner for two.

Once more Lucky leapt, claws extracted. All sets. From behind her banadages, three scintilating blades sliced through. With a deft swing, the cat-girl brough down said blades into the long-tailer nebulae-- Oooohh... no, not quite. The triple set of 'claws' only cut through only half the metal beam that the long-tailer hid neath. It scampered away as Lucky worked her 'claws' free.

As she freed herself, she turned to see the long-tailer scale the wall. The scowl that creased her simple visage deepened. It was going to escape out the ventilation. Lucky growled, crouched down, tapped at her left boot and a supreme jet of pressure launched the cat-girl to the vent. Her triple metal razor claws tasted long-tailer flesh.

But only the long tail part of it. And only but the tip of the tail at that.

"Damnsit..." Lucky pressed her face into the opening, "oi there, mate! Blue long-tailer! If ye can speaks to the Cap'n Gilby, then nary a word would ye speak o' the dancin' n' carousin' of this here crew, if it pleases ya...? And if nary a word is passed, n' then this here Lucky lass sees ya again... then me n' Dots won't stabs ya and eats ya. But should the good Cap'n find out about the employees dancin' n' carousin' then... well, more than the tip o' yer taily will we have? Savvy...? Oh. Okay then. Till we meet again, Mista' Blue-long-tailer-minus-the-tip..."

Lucky half-slid, half-climbed down the pipes near the upper vent and leapt down when halfway to the cargo bay floor. Quite deftly she landed and then scampered over to her abode. But by then the Bobblings had gone and the music over her HOBO had ceased. Lucky inspected the 'souvenir' she took from the long-tailer and sighed. After an affectionate pat, she picked up her white, fuzzy bestie, "Well, that went well, eh girlie...? Ya knows-- ughs. Ya stinks something ripe, Dots. Let's bathe ya? Bubbles n' all, aye and again aye...!"

~~~

After quickly rummaging through her storage container home, Lucky donned her cloak and leapt towards the steps. The poor-waddling thing who had lay witness to the sudden and violent events of Lucky pursuing the long-tailer, wanted nothing to do with the claw-bearing cat-girl and managed to scramble up the steps and into the hallways. Yet much to its dismay, the cat-girl was following it. It mooed as it scrambled away from the cat-girl.

"Aye. I agree. We should follow this waddling-thing here. It may lead us to the loo. What's that, girlie? Well, let me ask it then. Oi there, waddling-thing. If I am to introduce meself, then I must means ya no harm. So introduce meself I will. I am called: Lucky. LUUUUUUHHHH-KEEEEE... Lucky. And this here be: Dotsies. DAAAAAAAAAWWWWWT-SEEEEEES... Dotsies. And she be me bestest bestie ever. And she would so humbly and favourably wish to ride yer back... if it pleases ya?"

The waddling-thing was pressed up so hard against the wall, it should leave an imprint of its own body. After a couple of breaths it let out the teeniest of tiny little mewling of a sound.

_{"Moooooolll...?"}

"Mool? Be that what ya be called? Brillant and tremendous all at once then, Mool...!" The poor waddling-thing's body rag-dolled about as it was not only named but had its foreleg shook in a hearty greeting, "well met, pleased t'make yer acquaintancies and let's get us to the loo and batheries area of the livin' vessel then. Lead away, me loverly new mate...!"

Lucky secured Dotsies to Mool's back and followed along behind the waddling thing, humming along to the sound of the music and organically machine noises in the 'Frightful.

Mool, the waddling-thing had no idea where it was going.

The Legend of Gobbledygook

@Girlie1Bomba

"Excuse me mame, but I couldnt help but notice that your cloak looks a little cold.

Might I over you a toque of fluffbug's wool, with yarn so spun, from silk I fold?

@ShwiggityShwah

Ohhhh... why certainly... how loverly. So let's 'discuss pressing matters' then shall we? So tell me my enchanting multi-limbed darling... who or what would you like slain or not slain? Oh, but that may wait. For you must tell me, darling, for this is quite, quite important...

How do I look...?

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K peeps , daBomba off to go party! See yaaaaa😄😘

The Legend of Gobbledygook

Im really looking forward to my spider boy offering these gods a selection of cute and cozy hats.

@ShwiggityShwah

Omfg... I am sooooo totes gunna have a post up readied in advance... 😘😚😙

The Legend of Gobbledygook

Lady Leaza

So what's your nam--

Nay. Let me ask you the first question:

And so what would you call me, darling?

Well, here is a hint. Those that fear me call me; 'The Angel of Death.' Those that know me call me; Sister Reaper. Those that wish to flatter me with all respects will call me; She of the Crossing. But you...?

You will address me as Lady Leaza.

Why do you look like that?

I have wings made of the Dead Lit Skies to fly through the Abyss and take you to your Final Destinations. Know that I am shrouded not in shadow, but shrouded in the Abyss. For shadow, 'tis the absence of light. The Abyss is the absence of life, darling. You will not see my face until you are ready. But my eyes, you will see if you are in my sights. Know that once I 'see you with the eyes of the Abyss,' I will claim you and you will be ready to fly with me to where you belong.

You're weird. I bet you can do some cool stuff.

'Weird...?' Hah. You do not even know the half of it, darling. If I wish to be seen, I will will it. If I wish to fly through Abyss or through worlds like this Tangle, I will will it. If I wish to pass through the absence of light, I will will it. If I wish to tease out the shades of your fear of Death, I will will it. If I wish to claim you, and you are made ready, you will be powerless against my blades; I will cleave the tether of life from your body. I am one with my wicked Unlived Steel. Darling... I am the 'Angel of Death...' whatever you think I can do, I will do. Is that 'cool stuff' enough for you?

So where's your home? Is it as weird as you are?

Beyond the Abyss, just before the doorstep of death, that is where I reside. That inkling in the back of your skull, that fear that you deny in the worst way possible, that feeling that you will be the next victim, that is where I find my home.

But here in the Tangle, it is beyond the double doors, hidden deep in the pasture Greenery of my 'Sister' Ina'Raynjara, the last Unicorn of the Tangle, and, the first Unicorn to turn to stone. Darling, let it be known that I love her dearly, although she has made many successful attempts to thwart mine own power. So do know I still love her as an Ancient would another Ancient and do know this, and hear this only once; defile her Greenery and you too will be defiled in the worst manner by her Sister Reaper. That's me, Darling.

But should you find me at my home, be respectful and I shall pour you a drink from mine own cabinet; 'tis the best place for you to 'chat pressing matters' with me. If you can savvy such savvy, darling.


What's your favorite candy?

'Candy?' Hah. Easy answer; 'Shards of Broken Souls.' Bring them to me, darling, and know that you flatter Lady Leaza that much more...!

Do you have any?

Oh, but sadly, no I do not, darling. Yet should I find a Lost Soul, I will be sure to break it and share the shards with you...

~~~

High Concept: The Angel of Death.

Explanation: She is one of the Ancients here; known and revered here as She of The Crossing. There are others here that she considers as Ancients and knows as: She of the Door (The Sphinx), The Queen of the Greenery (The Unicorn), The Rock Whisperer (The Geologist) and many others. But she too is also known as the 'Angel of Death,' a messenger, a carrier, a sender to the Final Destinations of those who are deceased here in the Tangle. She does try to sway things in her favour and push those past half-dead to become all-dead, but she will make a bargain with select few depending on their ‘near-deadness’ condition.

Trouble: Do we have a deal…?

Explanation: You will not cheat Death, lest you wish to curse your new-dead self and generations to come. But what would you give to delay or even change your death or the death of others? What would you give for such a favour. Would you bargain with Lady Leaza? Would it sound too good to be true?

She is a sucker for bartering where lives are at stake and the truest place to bargain with her is in her home beyond, the Unicorn’s Greenery. But should you strike her fancy in the waking day, you just may get her talking long enough to get her distracted with making a deal.

1st Aspect: Flattery Gets you Somewhere.

Explanation: Of all things, She of the Crossing is not a beast without pride. And this pride over the centuries has turned her quite vain and thusly she loves to be adored. Buttering her up before actually striking a bargain with her or asking her to do something is the best way to go. But mind your manners and mind the path you tread. If she catches you in a lie or if you make certainty out of blatant assumption, know that the life you lead beyond your death will be Hell.

2nd Aspect: Ancient Ways, Modern Wonders.

Explanation: She is a relic of the time when the Tangle was much more than different than it is now. Her sole purpose here was to do her duties as She of the Crossing. The legendary ‘Angel of Death’ was meant to watch and deal with the near-Mortals in such plain fashion; she was Deaths errand girl. But as time went on, she began to notice changes and patterns broken in the cultures, practices and beliefs of the near-Mortals here. But again, she was never involved in such matters until it was brought to her bargaining table.

But now that she must interact in the physical sense of the Tangle, she marvels now at such things she has been missing. Take for example a road. It was paved and created for near-Mortals to traipse and traverse upon not merely there for near-Mortals to be run over by stray wagons or stabbed by robbers. It is full of purpose and worth more than a means for death! Mind blown!

3rd Aspect: You Cheat Death No Longer

Explanation: Lady Leaza is desperate to stop this affliction in the Tangle. Those that have been turned to stone, she may never know if they are still alive. But regardless, as they remain in stasis they are cheating her of her sway in the Tangle because if they are still alive, they have found some kind of loop-hole to escape their fate from being sent to the Final Destinations. She must end such cheatery! Also, ever since near-Mortal folk have ended up being turned to stone, she cannot see folk’s ‘near-deadness’ properly in the Tangle any longer and thusly she may not impress her will in all authority here. That and for all those that have so wronged her by taking the route of the ‘death-cheater loop-hole,’ Lady Leaza may never ever get to show off to them her ancient and beautiful face! Such travesty!

So she has now taken a physical form until such time that the the aforementioned travesty is ended. And now here she is in the gathering in the Grove. She must do what has to be done to end this nullification of her power.

The Legend of Gobbledygook

@Girlie1Bomba Well this is an unexpected turn! xD Normally I'd be wary of a character with essentially insta-death powers, but I know you're good at what you do, and trust you with this power. ;) Totally approved, and very interesting! Vain characters are always hella fun, haha.

@Mokley

Wow. WOW!! Thank you so much for your kind words boss. That statement means so much to me ;DD like biggest complement EVER!! Thanks. Yeah I have basically turned her from being the Ancient Icon that may kill anything into Lady Leaza, tourist... :33

LANTERN (redux)

@Mokley gm post tomorrow boss?

The Legend of Gobbledygook

Lady Leaza

So what's your nam--

Nay. Let me ask you the first question:

And so what would you call me, darling?

Well, here is a hint. Those that fear me call me; 'The Angel of Death.' Those that know me call me; Sister Reaper. Those that wish to flatter me with all respects will call me; She of the Crossing. But you...?

You will address me as Lady Leaza.

Why do you look like that?

I have wings made of the Dead Lit Skies to fly through the Abyss and take you to your Final Destinations. Know that I am shrouded not in shadow, but shrouded in the Abyss. For shadow, 'tis the absence of light. The Abyss is the absence of life, darling. You will not see my face until you are ready. But my eyes, you will see if you are in my sights. Know that once I 'see you with the eyes of the Abyss,' I will claim you and you will be ready to fly with me to where you belong.

You're weird. I bet you can do some cool stuff.

'Weird...?' Hah. You do not even know the half of it, darling. If I wish to be seen, I will will it. If I wish to fly through Abyss or through worlds like this Tangle, I will will it. If I wish to pass through the absence of light, I will will it. If I wish to tease out the shades of your fear of Death, I will will it. If I wish to claim you, and you are made ready, you will be powerless against my blades; I will cleave the tether of life from your body. I am one with my wicked Unlived Steel. Darling... I am the 'Angel of Death...' whatever you think I can do, I will do. Is that 'cool stuff' enough for you?

So where's your home? Is it as weird as you are?

Beyond the Abyss, just before the doorstep of death, that is where I reside. That inkling in the back of your skull, that fear that you deny in the worst way possible, that feeling that you will be the next victim, that is where I find my home.

But here in the Tangle, it is beyond the double doors, hidden deep in the pasture Greenery of my 'Sister' Ina'Raynjara, the last Unicorn of the Tangle, and, the first Unicorn to turn to stone. Darling, let it be known that I love her dearly, although she has made many successful attempts to thwart mine own power. So do know I still love her as an Ancient would another Ancient and do know this, and hear this only once; defile her Greenery and you too will be defiled in the worst manner by her Sister Reaper. That's me, Darling.

But should you find me at my home, be respectful and I shall pour you a drink from mine own cabinet; 'tis the best place for you to 'chat pressing matters' with me. If you can savvy such savvy, darling.


What's your favorite candy?

'Candy?' Hah. Easy answer; 'Shards of Broken Souls.' Bring them to me, darling, and know that you flatter Lady Leaza that much more...!

Do you have any?

Oh, but sadly, no I do not, darling. Yet should I find a Lost Soul, I will be sure to break it and share the shards with you...

~~~

High Concept: The Angel of Death.

Explanation: She is one of the Ancients here; known and revered here as She of The Crossing. There are others here that she considers as Ancients and knows as: She of the Door (The Sphinx), The Queen of the Greenery (The Unicorn), The Rock Whisperer (The Geologist) and many others. But she too is also known as the 'Angel of Death,' a messenger, a carrier, a sender to the Final Destinations of those who are deceased here in the Tangle. She does try to sway things in her favour and push those past half-dead to become all-dead, but she will make a bargain with select few depending on their ‘near-deadness’ condition.

Trouble: Do we have a deal…?

Explanation: You will not cheat Death, lest you wish to curse your new-dead self and generations to come. But what would you give to delay or even change your death or the death of others? What would you give for such a favour. Would you bargain with Lady Leaza? Would it sound too good to be true?

She is a sucker for bartering where lives are at stake and the truest place to bargain with her is in her home beyond, the Unicorn’s Greenery. But should you strike her fancy in the waking day, you just may get her talking long enough to get her distracted with making a deal.

1st Aspect: Flattery Gets you Somewhere.

Explanation: Of all things, She of the Crossing is not a beast without pride. And this pride over the centuries has turned her quite vain and thusly she loves to be adored. Buttering her up before actually striking a bargain with her or asking her to do something is the best way to go. But mind your manners and mind the path you tread. If she catches you in a lie or if you make certainty out of blatant assumption, know that the life you lead beyond your death will be Hell.

2nd Aspect: Ancient Ways, Modern Wonders.

Explanation: She is a relic of the time when the Tangle was much more than different than it is now. Her sole purpose here was to do her duties as She of the Crossing. The legendary ‘Angel of Death’ was meant to watch and deal with the near-Mortals in such plain fashion; she was Deaths errand girl. But as time went on, she began to notice changes and patterns broken in the cultures, practices and beliefs of the near-Mortals here. But again, she was never involved in such matters until it was brought to her bargaining table.

But now that she must interact in the physical sense of the Tangle, she marvels now at such things she has been missing. Take for example a road. It was paved and created for near-Mortals to traipse and traverse upon not merely there for near-Mortals to be run over by stray wagons or stabbed by robbers. It is full of purpose and worth more than a means for death! Mind blown!

3rd Aspect: You Cheat Death No Longer

Explanation: Lady Leaza is desperate to stop this affliction in the Tangle. Those that have been turned to stone, she may never know if they are still alive. But regardless, as they remain in stasis they are cheating her of her sway in the Tangle because if they are still alive, they have found some kind of loop-hole to escape their fate from being sent to the Final Destinations. She must end such cheatery! Also, ever since near-Mortal folk have ended up being turned to stone, she cannot see folk’s ‘near-deadness’ properly in the Tangle any longer and thusly she may not impress her will in all authority here. That and for all those that have so wronged her by taking the route of the ‘death-cheater loop-hole,’ Lady Leaza may never ever get to show off to them her ancient and beautiful face! Such travesty!

So she has now taken a physical form until such time that the the aforementioned travesty is ended. And now here she is in the gathering in the Grove. She must do what has to be done to end this nullification of her power.

The World of Telduria [Always open for applications]

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~Bradles Worth, Lake Victorine.
~The Percullin Main Mansion.

Gianna was undoubtedly involved in this tangled web of shattered hearts and twisting daggers.

And so what now then.

The old blind man was disheveled, distraught, and disgraced. Not only had he been aggressively manhandled by Wicked One, but he was also being blackmailed by Wicked One's Underhanded brethren, Gia. This most likely was the Matrons doing and thusly she had no right to interfere with the matriarch.

She could however ask questions and glean some knowledge here; she was an Assassin's guild member afterall.

The man had been released and was collapsed in the corner of his study, weeping softly and weakly. The handwritten note returned to its resting place. And like abyssal black water the assassin's cloak chased her movements as she strode over to the fallen man. By the lapels she held him now.

"So then, orchard keeper..." The mask of the Wicked One brought closer to the blind man's face. The voice of nightmare that much closer and reverberating in his ears and heart, "re-iterate to me what was asked of you. Re-iterate the 'agreement' and re-iterate to whom you must confirm your allegiance."

She waited long enough for him to answer before releasing him. To the floor he fell as the loud banging upon the door, and, the even louder plaintiff and desperately worried voices commenced.

"And what Mercie will you have then, wine-maker? For there is another from your orchard that goes missing. Your other 'daughter' named Ouna. Shall the same fate befall her? If there is anything else you withold and would now like to air out with all truths, then your chance is now."

At the open window she now stood and reached into her cloak. "If not I leave you and your Fate. Know who is responsible when you receive this Enna-leighs hand and this Ounas heart."

From the depths of shadow in her cloak she reached. An arrow she readied and slipped into her bow, long rope readied to be unraveled for her escape.

A few more heartbeats passed.

If he spoke not she would fire her arrow and make her escape. If he did speak more she would listen for she had another means of escape; she was the Wicked One afterall.

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

Sorry for the delay and sorry it's all dialogue heavy, but it saves more prose than necessary. Oh and @ReusableSword I think Roman may get what he wished for afterall... 😙