11-09-2004, 07:06 AM
Quietly the Cloak waited off to the side of the others, pulling and twisting itself so that it appeared to be a man draped within it, though there obviously was not. Hope and shadow were all it had to keep the others from seeing that indeed the living cloth was it's own master and not just another article of clothing worn on another's back. Not that it would really matter. After all, it wasn't like those others around him were without their own little....quirks.
One was dead. That much he felt immediately, a sublte chill whispering off the young body, while two more seemed dangerously close to combusting under the brillance of their own warmth. He'd definately need to steer clear of them. Then there was a man.....reasonably young, fit, and with an energy he could feast upon for weeks. The others seemed about average, perhaps a little brighter than most. Four out of seven wasn't terrible. Of course explaining his condition and situation to the others might take a minute or two....possibly longer depending on how well they grasped magics. But if worse came to worse perhaps Strange could be persuaded to.....
Strange!! God how he hated the man, what with his overly extravagant and thus slightly homosexual cape. No. He couldn't say he hated the man. He was merely upset with him for having taken Tandy away from him and Jen that one time.
Shadowed representations of those around him filtered across his sight, or rather his equivelent of it. There were times he truely missed human to human contanct, and now was becoming one of those times for whatever reason. He had no hands to shake, no lips with which to greet. Not even ears with which to hear. No. But he could feel the vibrations of voices and had over time learned how to make out the words, so he could still hear even though he couldn't. Something about....the moon?
What moon? Surely not The Moon. Why would they be on the moon? Strange said he wanted him to come along and help with some things on another plane, not the moon. This was terrible. Now he was stuck on the moon, away from Tandy and Jen, and......was that dead guy walking around earlier?
One was dead. That much he felt immediately, a sublte chill whispering off the young body, while two more seemed dangerously close to combusting under the brillance of their own warmth. He'd definately need to steer clear of them. Then there was a man.....reasonably young, fit, and with an energy he could feast upon for weeks. The others seemed about average, perhaps a little brighter than most. Four out of seven wasn't terrible. Of course explaining his condition and situation to the others might take a minute or two....possibly longer depending on how well they grasped magics. But if worse came to worse perhaps Strange could be persuaded to.....
Strange!! God how he hated the man, what with his overly extravagant and thus slightly homosexual cape. No. He couldn't say he hated the man. He was merely upset with him for having taken Tandy away from him and Jen that one time.
Shadowed representations of those around him filtered across his sight, or rather his equivelent of it. There were times he truely missed human to human contanct, and now was becoming one of those times for whatever reason. He had no hands to shake, no lips with which to greet. Not even ears with which to hear. No. But he could feel the vibrations of voices and had over time learned how to make out the words, so he could still hear even though he couldn't. Something about....the moon?
What moon? Surely not The Moon. Why would they be on the moon? Strange said he wanted him to come along and help with some things on another plane, not the moon. This was terrible. Now he was stuck on the moon, away from Tandy and Jen, and......was that dead guy walking around earlier?