Javier
(#48560474)
Level 1 Skydancer
Skjuta
Sprouting Goblin
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.23 m
Wingspan
4.34 m
Weight
429.13 kg
Genetics
White
Metallic
Metallic
Cottoncandy
Bee
Bee
Magenta
Scales
Scales
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
J A V I E R
ghost - flamboyant gay    
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《《 You arrive in a part of the wood that doesn't reallly look that much different than where you were before. A technicolor ghost looks up from where he's lounging in the air, just as if he's been expecting you. 》》
"Come a little closer now, there you go, don't be shy-" the ghost extends it's antennas forward to brush against your forehead, and once again you are whisked away...
“Here we are,” Renegade’s dismal husky voice announced. Hylis looked around. This section of woods looked just like all the other sections of woods they’d walked through. “And what’s special about this place again?” he asked. “It’s where they live,” Renegade said, turning his big creepy glowing eyes back towards him. “And who are ‘they’ again? You were never really quite clear on-” He shivered violently as something icy-cold brushed past the left side of his body. The air all around them grew eerily still. There was a sighing sound, deep and haunting and lonely, and then a mournful voice to his right, asking in a whisper, “Who have you brought us, Ren? Why is he here? The living, among the dead?” 
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“He wants to know something,” Renegade said. There was a cackle off to their left. “The dead tell no tales,” a female voice said. “He wants to save me, or something,” Renegade sighed. One of the ghosts popped into view before them; at least, that’s what Hylis had supposed they were, but this one flashed with all the colors of a carnival, so unexpected that it scared Hylis practically out of his scales. “Now that’s just plain ridiculous,” it said, it’s voice going up and down from high and raspy to low and sing song, like those dragons from the southern swamps of the Viridian. “Um, excuse me,” Hylis said, trying very hard to find his voice again, “Are you a ghost?” “Sorry, don’t I look like one?” it asked. “Um… not really.” “Have you ever met a ghost before?” it demanded. “Well… no, actually.” “Then there’s your problem,” another ghost said; it emerged from the darkness, a shimmering ribbon of stars shaped like a Spiral. It’s voice sounded syrupy and female, but Hylis could tell by the shape of its horns that it was a male. Or else once was. “We can look however we want to look,” it purred, spinning itself upside down and looking down at him with cat-like eyes. “Everyone thinks they know what a ghost looks like,” sighed another ghost off to his right, making Hylis jump again. This one, a female Guardian, looked like it’d crawled out of the slimy river that ran nearby, glowing and see-through in parts, and thick and wet in others. “Jah, they expect us to be all grey and gloomy,” the carnival ghost said, turning wispy and colorless and hanging limply in the air, “But what’s the fun in that?” he laughed, flashing back to full color. “We’re dead. We can do whatever we want!” |
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“It actually makes us quite powerful,” a voice whispered hazeley next to his ear, “Being dead, that is.” Hylis whirled around to come face to face with another Spiral, whose body was made of purple smoke, and who’s white face seemed to be cracking and falling apart. “Um, huh, well,” Hylis said, trying to catch his breath and slow his heart rate down, “You’ve all chosen very uh, marvelous forms!” “He’s talking about me,” the carnival ghost said, puffing up his chest in satisfaction. “I wish I could change my form,” Renegade said dismally. “You could,” the Guardian said with a note of distaste, “If you were properly dead.” “That’s why we’re here, actually,” Hylis said quickly. “I want to know if there’s a way to free him. To make him dead or alive instead of this in-between thing.” The ghosts looked from Renegade to Hylis, and back again. “Why isn’t he chained up like the rest of your pets?” the starry spiral purred to Renegade. “He, uh, got out,” Renegade said nervously. “You guys do know he’s being controlled by the Sh-” “Shhh!” Renegade hissed angrily, jumping at him. Hylis ducked, and Renegade tumbled into a briar bush. The smokey Spiral dragon looked thoughtful; or as thoughtful as one could look, with a cracked face. “We had begun to suspect it.” “Well, can anything be done about it? Ren said you guys would be the ones to know.” Renegade looked up from his briar patch, clearly showing distaste for the fact that Hylis was using an unapproved nickname that he clearly didn’t relish. It didn’t sound very threatening, after all. “I thought,” he said dryly, “That you were going to call me ‘Eater of Souls.’” Hylis ignored him. The Guardian laughed, and it sounded more like choking. The carnival ghost tapped his soundless, ethereal claws against the ground thoughtfully. “The ‘It’ is too strong for even us ghosts to take on,” he said at last. “Then why don’t you call in the deities?” “Clearly you’ve never tried to talk to a deity,” the smokey Spiral said dryly. “It’s not that easy, lad,” the starry Spiral sang, twisting around and around in place. “We’d have to deliver proof. Which means we’d have to deliver Renegade. Which ‘It’ might see as the perfect opportunity to explode out of his body and attack a deity, possible killing whatever deity that was, and definitely making us look like traitors. Not good, either way.” “There’s got to be another way,” Hylis said, stomping a foot impatiently. “We can’t just let this thing grow and spread!” |
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“‘We?’ There is no ‘we’ about it,” the Guardian said, drooling swamp water. “We can send you home in a blink of an eye if you’d like. This is our woods, and our problem, and we’ll deal with it as we see fit.” Hylis stopped and considered this. The carnival ghost was watching him; well, they were all watching him, but the carnival ghost seemed to be paying attention. So it was him that Hylis addressed. “What’s your name, sir?” he asked. The ghost puffed up it’s chest with pleasure again. “The name’s Javier, thanks for asking, son,” he said. “Now what’s yours?” “I’m Hylis.” “Nice to meet you, Hylis,” Javier said. The other ghosts groaned quietly, as if they disagreed. Renegade moaned, “No, no, this is how he gets you to do things, like lead him through the woods to your friends-” “We’re not your friends,” the smokey Spiral hissed at him. Hylis ignored them all, focusing on Javier. “Now, Javier, sir,” he said politely but firmly, “If I were to stay, providing I was invited to, and if I was to do something, no matter how crazy that something was, what would that something be?” The grove was quiet, as everyone waited to see what Javier would say. It was clear he was conflicted. On one hand, he had ghost secrets and Shadow secrets, and an Arcane Pearlcatcher who wanted to know them. On the other hand… Hylis had done a very good job of inflating his pride. Hylis was pretty confident on which side would win. And he was right. “If you were to help, and if we were to let you, and if you were to have any hope of getting anything meaningful done…” he paused dramatically, then finished: “You would get the sword of Hiemesh and you would get a Gamangjiakk stone, and you would find those things in the House of Raiun-Um-Nae.” Renegade groaned. “Commonly known,” the smokey Spiral said with a roll of her eyes, “As the Haunted House up on Nae hill.” “There are hills down here?” Hylis asked in surprise. “It used to be a hill,” the starry Spiral corrected. “Well, I’ll do it.” Hylis said. “You don’t even know what you’re getting into!” Renegade wailed, still tangled in his briar patch. “I know what we’re all getting into, if something isn’t done,” Hylis said grimly. |
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“And there you have it!" Javier says, rather too loudly and rather too close to your ear as you've just come back to the world. You rub your head with a grimace. "If you'd like to continue, I'm afraid I'll have to direct you elsewhere. Seeing as that's the point of treasure hunts and all." With a flourish, Javier conjures a book into the air before you. "Best of luck, young friend!" he says, twisting in place as he disappears into the mist.
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