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trans_92011-01-20 11:01 pm
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Story time is the best time. [open]
The last few days (or was it weeks? He hadn't bothered distinguishing one day from the next.) seemed to go by in a flurry of new sights, textures, and plenty of delectable sounds. The number of things that still remained to be examined by a curious touch, or heard by a wobbly ear firmly pressed against it, seemed limitless. And so, his wanderlust was in full force.
With all the running around, he only barely made enough time to eat. And sleep? Well, sleep happened when he was just conscious enough to drag himself back to the living quarters; though a nook or cranny in a relatively deserted locale served him just as well. Despite his eagerness to get into anything and everything (even if that sometimes meant trouble), he still couldn't ignore the melancholy look his companion seemed to have about him, lately.
There was no feigned arrogance or annoyance when Fontaine referred to him as 'kid', 'side-kick', or 'elf', nor had the spirit beast made any innuendo-laced comments when referring to anyone and everyone they had met. His jokes seemed half-hearted and he hadn't even complained more than once about the elf's confrontation and following avoidance of Fontaine's so-called 'soul-mate'. It was all thoroughly depressing seeing his comrade in such a state, though he had just the plan that would cheer him up.
That had been more than an hour ago and what had brought him into the sensorium in the first place. Usually he just walked through, observing things the others tended to do, or did inane things, such as enjoying his daily ooze-like meals in new, exciting ways; seafood stew with equal parts Makrura, Whale Shark, and Kraken was surprisingly tasty. This time, though, the gentle hills and thick, twisted forests of Ashenvale surrounded them. Darkness would consume the entirety of the area if it weren't for the large, brilliant campfire in the middle of the clearing where they sat.
A variety of large beasts and creatures sat about; a crab, what appeared to be dinosaurs, spiders, a wasp, foxes and Fontaine. They all appeared to be clacking or screeching in low conversation, though most huddled near the edge of the clearing where a gargantuan wolf stood; his coat was white, tipped with silver streaks and his eyes shone brighter than the campfire did. He seemed to be telling a story about demons, a magical well and a group of 'Ancients' who fought them off long ago.
Nokosi was situated next to the fire, his long arms draped over lanky legs. His body was propped against the huge stump of a tree and a seagull was perched atop his head. As excited as the other creatures were to be in the presence of the great white wolf and hear his words, the elf seemed to only be half-listening. By the way his head was lolling to the side, only to have the seagull peck him in indignation, it was clear he was barely staying awake.
With all the running around, he only barely made enough time to eat. And sleep? Well, sleep happened when he was just conscious enough to drag himself back to the living quarters; though a nook or cranny in a relatively deserted locale served him just as well. Despite his eagerness to get into anything and everything (even if that sometimes meant trouble), he still couldn't ignore the melancholy look his companion seemed to have about him, lately.
There was no feigned arrogance or annoyance when Fontaine referred to him as 'kid', 'side-kick', or 'elf', nor had the spirit beast made any innuendo-laced comments when referring to anyone and everyone they had met. His jokes seemed half-hearted and he hadn't even complained more than once about the elf's confrontation and following avoidance of Fontaine's so-called 'soul-mate'. It was all thoroughly depressing seeing his comrade in such a state, though he had just the plan that would cheer him up.
That had been more than an hour ago and what had brought him into the sensorium in the first place. Usually he just walked through, observing things the others tended to do, or did inane things, such as enjoying his daily ooze-like meals in new, exciting ways; seafood stew with equal parts Makrura, Whale Shark, and Kraken was surprisingly tasty. This time, though, the gentle hills and thick, twisted forests of Ashenvale surrounded them. Darkness would consume the entirety of the area if it weren't for the large, brilliant campfire in the middle of the clearing where they sat.
A variety of large beasts and creatures sat about; a crab, what appeared to be dinosaurs, spiders, a wasp, foxes and Fontaine. They all appeared to be clacking or screeching in low conversation, though most huddled near the edge of the clearing where a gargantuan wolf stood; his coat was white, tipped with silver streaks and his eyes shone brighter than the campfire did. He seemed to be telling a story about demons, a magical well and a group of 'Ancients' who fought them off long ago.
Nokosi was situated next to the fire, his long arms draped over lanky legs. His body was propped against the huge stump of a tree and a seagull was perched atop his head. As excited as the other creatures were to be in the presence of the great white wolf and hear his words, the elf seemed to only be half-listening. By the way his head was lolling to the side, only to have the seagull peck him in indignation, it was clear he was barely staying awake.
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"I've never heard those terms for that before, not even from Fontaine. I'll have to remember that!" he exclaimed, cheerily. "And the woman I was talking about? She's got 'T&A' to spare. Though I'm fairly certain she hates demons. I don't know if books fall in that category, though."
Yes! New words for his ever-expanding vocabulary. Humans were right; you did learn something new everyday!
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He'd ask her next time he saw her. (That would surely end well.)
"Anyway, who's the reasonably aged girl who needs the Dangerous Curves Ahead sign?"
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Or, you know, use physical force to reprimand you but not explain why. He'd been on the receiving end of that enough times that he'd simply played dead once they attempted to hit him.
"She goes by the name Nehaalista. She's a Draenei...which are kind of like demons but not. They look like some of the demons I've seen, though."
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His next words were a roar. "SIGN LANGUAGE GIRL?! RUNS OVER INNOCENT BOOKS ON A GIANT PAYCHDERM?! THAT GIRL?!"
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"Yes..." he sighed, "She can't talk, which is very annoying; even more-so since she won't write for me either, but I've gotten over that by now."
The seagull that had been hopping between the elf and the orc went to perch on the corner of the demonic tome.
"Wait. She ran over you with her Elekk? Well," he ran a thumb over the row of trinkets and earrings lining his ear, nodding appreciatively at the sound. "She can have 'feminine charm' when she's not hitting things. Which is rare, I suppose."
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"I can see where that comes from, considering how different we are. That and I originally thought her race was made of hermaphrodites when she complained about romantic relationship woes. From what I saw of a few of them, anyways." His cheerful demeanor didn't change at all as he revealed such information. This would probably end badly for him, later.
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"Anyway, forget her. You and your sensitive-about-her-appearance friend, though, should go to that hotel I was telling you about."
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Why does he even associate with these lesser races?!
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"Eh. You were an Overlord in a place that's completely destroyed. But if we're going to be throwing titles on non-existent place, I'm an Overlord, too!"
The bird, now perched next to the book warbled a low tune then clamped its beak shut.
"And so is Barnaby."
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"Overlord isn't a title you can just TAKE!" he roared, when he finally had his voice back. "It's EARNED! I'd like to see YOU conquer and rule a Netherworld! Your mana power couldn't be measured with a microscope!"
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The elf simply shrugged, though he had a smile from ear to ear.
"That title existed where I'm from, too. Guess I'll just go find an empty area, claim it as my own, rule whatever 'minions' I find in that 'land' and -then- I'll rightfully have the title."
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He had begun plucking long strands of grass and blowing on them, producing a high-pitched screeching noise.
"I will now and forever introduce myself as 'Overlord Nokosi' and when anyone asks, I'll say that Overlord Zetta and I are part of an exclusive club. Of Overlord pals."
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"Sure. You go riiiiiiight ahead."
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His eyes rolled up and thought and he rubbed the stubble on his chin. "I guess I actually have to go exploring now so I can claim a place for our(secret)base of operations. I'll make sure it's ominous enough so you seem more intimidating."
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"Besides, if you're telling me the name of a place then it's not that secret." He shook his head quickly, his piercings clanking together noisily. "No, no. That won't work at all."
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He leaned back against the stump, hands behind his head and legs crossed at the ankle. "So where's our secret hideout at?"
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His eyes lit up and he bounced to his feet, arms spread wide. "Imagine how far our domain could stretch!"
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