June 4, 2020 at 1:35 pm #114348
The room was dark, and carpeted. Teagan held the torch out at an arms length, advancing slowly.
Libby wouldn’t have admitted that she was scared, but she hung back a little, peering out from behind him. The room was furnished like a study and a lounge in one…just like the one she had hid in earlier. There was a cold fireplace at one end.
Teagan quickly stepped to the side, toward the wall.
“What is it?” Libby hissed, sounding more frightened than she wanted to.
He shot her a wink over his shoulder. “Just lighting another torch.”
“Oh.” Calm down, Libby. In the low light, the room looked almost identical to the other, except that it was decorated with a more feminine style. And the desk was still open, littered with papers.
“Nobody in here.” Teagan said. Libby couldn’t tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.
He stooped down and shuffled through the papers on the desk. “Just letters and stuff.”
“Cool.” Libby tested out the couch, bouncing on it a few times, and then standing up again. She cocked her head to the side. Beside the fireplace, there were two wooden squares on the wall. <i>Doors? </i>Libby glanced over the back of the couch at Teagan, he was digging through the desk drawer. I’ll just check it out. She crept across the carpet and grasped the tiny door-handle, pulling it.
It swung open easily. Light flooded through. Smells like books. Libby wrinkled her nose, and pushed the barrel of her Nerf gun into the hole first. She peered along the plastic sights. Shelves. Looks like a library.
“Did you see where Dharin and the other man went?” A young voice said.
There was a rustle of clothes as someone moved. “I saw them leave, but I don’t know where they went.” This time it was a woman that spoke. Libby wasn’t sure she liked the voice. Someone’s hand appeared, holding a closed book. They shoved it toward Libby’s face.
Libby jerked back, slamming the tiny door shut. “Mr. Teagan?”
“There’s people in there!”
Not all those who wander are lost.June 4, 2020 at 1:36 pm #114349June 4, 2020 at 4:34 pm #114357Kimmi@kimlikesart
But, I have a few questions before I write. Was the book thrown at Libby? How big are the doors? Are they supposed to be openings in the back of a shelf? Is Libby very scared?
Passion = A Willingness To SufferJune 4, 2020 at 7:53 pm #114367Livi Ryddle@anne_the_noob14
“Franz Fenrir. Unaffiliated.” The man shook Dharin’s hand, then drew his own hand back to cross his arms again.
Dharin noted some sort of change in Franz’s eyes as he spoke, yet couldn’t place it. And the name was decidedly foreign. Dharin gave a polite nod. “Nice to meet you. I beg your pardon for asking, but do you happen to be from Ikarial?”
Franz shook his head. “No, I’m afraid I haven’t the slightest clue where that is.”
Dharin felt slightly better. If Franz had been from Ikarial, associated with the slave-traders… He shook himself from those thoughts, and asked, “Do you enjoy swordplay? Or something else?”
Sorry I didn’t write much there lol. And hopefully Franz/Isaac is in character…
“Enough! Be quiet! I can’t hear myself think! I can’t hear my teeth chatter!"June 5, 2020 at 7:54 am #114371Rusted Knight@rusted-knight
“Do you enjoy swordplay? Or something else?” asked Dharin.
Isaac heard a tiny squeak. It was a door’s hinge, very close.
“Something else. A bit more high risk.”
Reentering the library, Isaac looked over the walls. There was no open door. A hidden door, where? Not a bookcase. The others would have noticed. There were not pictures so not peepholes in the eyes. Maybe one in the wall like a hidden safe behind the books. It wasn’t too far away. The sound came from the right side, probably in the near half at the most.
Drawing a knife, Isaac began to pull it along the wall at eye level. Even if the cracks of the door were gone, the difference of material would give off two different sounds.
“What are you doing?” said the boy.
Motioning with his finger for silence, Isaac felt the knife sink. Pulling books off the shelf, he stacked them quietly on the ground. Should he use the flaregun grenades to open the wall? Tapping on the spot, he heard the returns. A wood panel without metal reinforcement. It opened outward into the other room. Good for disguising the seams of the frame. He didn’t need the explosives. A simple fist would do.
“What is it?”
The boy was jumping now. Of course he would. Secret doors were rare and mysterious to them. Turning the knife, Isaac struck the door with the pommel of the blade. It flew open. Peering in, Isaac dodged a blue and yellow blur. Catching the second, he looked at it. A simple foam dart. A child’s toy.
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said AmenJune 5, 2020 at 12:39 pm #114385
@kimlikesart Sorry if it was confusing…I wrote over two days, and it had trouble fitting together.😄 I was meaning for someone to be putting the book back on the shelf, right in front of Libby’s face. I think the doors are probably about a foot square.
Libby will be nervous, but she’s one to generally think good of people (as long as they’re not chasing her😂). She’ll want Teagan to take command…just because he’s older and adults always know what to do.😉
@rusted-knight Ha! Very good. I love how you made Libby shoot at him…definitely something she would do.😁 Your character is very mysterious, and very interesting…can’t wait to hear more.
Not all those who wander are lost.June 6, 2020 at 1:05 am #114414Kimmi@kimlikesart
Libby jerked back, slamming the tiny door shut. “Mr. Teagan?”
“There’s people in there!”
The man straightened, eyes narrowing on where the girl had just been. He then strode to the fireplace, whispering as he lifted a sharp iron poker from it’s stand, “What people? Who?”
“I don’t know.” She answered, shaking her head, “A woman, and a boy definitely.The girl spoke of others.”
Teagen’s grip tightened on his weapon. It could be his companions… But if not? He wouldn’t trust anyone in charge of such a castle. Kidnapping? If only he could’ve finished going through those papers…
He gestured for Libby to step back. She obeyed, a little, waiting until he was close and standing right behind his left shoulder.
He listened silently for a moment. Then cocked his head, and pointed to the doorway. She nodded, and he slowly bent, pulling the thing open. His face scrunched up as the hinges squeaked.
Then he looked in, just a row of books. And, voices. Teagen’s nose flared and he shut the spyhole quickly.
“What?” Libby’s brows lowered, “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to meet them?”
Teagen chewed his cheek, no smile visible, “No.”
Her shoulders slumped as her eyes squinted up at him through the glass lenses.
He shook his head, teeth clenched, “All are guilty until proven innocent.”
She lowered her chin, but her eyes still nailed him, “I’m not sure that’s how that goes.”
A knife then sliced through the door. Both parties jumped, then looked to each other.
Threat; Get outa here! Rang in Teagen’s head.
Libby, on the other hand, stepped closer, though lifting her useless gun. Her lips were pressed together and she worked to struggle her breathing.
Teagen fought a groan.
The door flew from the wall! Libby gave a short squeak-like thing, and rapidly fired. Just seconds later Teagen had stepped forward, and shoved her aside, “Get back Libby!”
Passion = A Willingness To SufferJune 7, 2020 at 2:13 pm #114459
Ooo so exciting!! I’ll write something in a min!
Jominkreesa! For the weirdos who know what it means! 😉 I love you guys!June 7, 2020 at 2:25 pm #114460
Did Jaylin say, “What is it?” ??
Jominkreesa! For the weirdos who know what it means! 😉 I love you guys!June 7, 2020 at 2:41 pm #114461
Alright, I think it was Jaylin who said, “What is it?” So I wrote my response like that lol!
Marlowe put the book back on the shelf. And the man that had followed Dharin came back into the library. Jaylin was about to ask the man where Dharin was, but he shoved past him and stared at the wall.
Jaylin watched confused as the man with the trench coat ran his knife along the wall. “What are you doing?”
The man motioned for him to be quiet. He frowned but obeyed the man anyway. The man was now pulling books off the shelf and stacking them on the ground.
“What is it?” he asked impatiently.
The man turned his knife and struck the wood wall with the pommel. It opened a hole and he could just see inside from where he stood. It was a whole other room, and there were two people standing on the other side.
The man peered in and quickly dodged out of the way of a blue foam dart.
The dart whizzed past and hit Jaylin squarely in the head. He winced but knew it had done no damage.
Then someone cried. “Get back Libby!”
Jominkreesa! For the weirdos who know what it means! 😉 I love you guys!June 7, 2020 at 2:45 pm #114463June 7, 2020 at 5:27 pm #114470Ariella Newheart@ariella-newheart
Tagging everyone (I think) who is involved in this currently!
I decided to write Marlowe looking at the mirror, but I’m having a lot of trouble figuring out her character. I’m thinking about making a topic about it, but if any of you have advice or comments, I would appreciate it.
“Did you see where Dharin and the other man went?” Jaylin asked.
Marlowe shrugged slightly. “I saw them leave, but I don’t know where they went.” Closing the book, she placed it in a space on a nearby bookshelf. A muffled thud sounded from the wall. Had she knocked a hidden book onto the floor? She squinted at the bookshelf.
The unnamed stranger returned to the library, marching purposefully along the perimeter of the room. Marlowe backed away into the shadows to witness his strange performance. He worked quietly and quickly, as if he’d done this many times. Jaylin stood just behind him, asking questions.
Since both were distracted, Marlowe took the opportunity to approach the mirror. Ignoring the voices that rose in volume behind her, she peered into the depths of the looking glass. At first, she saw nothing but two silver glints that shone out of the shadows like points of steel. She squinted, and the glints flickered. Eyes.
Gradually, a shape formed out of the mist; a brief, ghostlike reflection of herself that faded out of existence—or perhaps melded with the creature lurking behind it. Its glowing eyes blinked, and a forked tongue flitted out. Marlowe’s brow creased at a realization. The reflection was a changeling lizard, not a native species of the Homeworld. Its scales could change color depending on the creature’s situation. Some colors attracted prey; others warned predators away. Pale colors were soothing to all who saw it. Threatening colors filled hearts with terror.
No one had ever discovered what color a changeling lizard’s scales truly were, yet when Marlowe looked into the mirror, all she saw was a changeling with faded, colorless scales. Was it saying that deep inside, she had no true form? Without her changing personalities, who was she? Was she a rebellious daughter? A crafty manipulator? A tenderhearted sister? A dutiful conformist? A bitter seeker of vengeance? Or were all these personas carefully crafted as tools to help her become master of the events around her?
Who was Marlowe Reynolds? As she gazed at the image in the mirror, she could honestly tell herself that she did not know.
Writer, illustrator, Parimi Alcan
Check out my new blog! https://arbitraryfairy.wordpress.com/June 7, 2020 at 8:52 pm #114471
Awesome!!! I really like Marlowe and your writing style!! Yeah, a topic about her would be awesome!
Jominkreesa! For the weirdos who know what it means! 😉 I love you guys!June 7, 2020 at 11:28 pm #114474Tal@tal
Sorry! 😁 I joined YWW last week and that’s been taking a lot of time, and then once I fell behind I kept putting off catching up on what’s been going on. Can you give be a quick summary of what’s been happening?
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Profile art by DeepRunJune 8, 2020 at 3:10 pm #114506
Oh cool! I just joined YWW too!! What’s your name on there?
Alrighty, sure! So did you see what Rusted Knight did with the mirror, I forget?
After that everyone’s just been looking at their reflections, Dharin ran out of the room bc he didn’t like what he saw and Isaac followed him. Nobody still knows Isaacs’s name only Dharin knows a name that he told him but it’s fake.
Marlowe came back and is sitting in a chair reading a book, Jaylin looked into the mirror and then was talking to Marlowe. Marlowe looked into the mirror also. Then Isaac came back into the room bc he heard hinges squeak and punched a hole in the wall, which revealed Libby and Teagen, (Arindowns and Gracie’s characters) and Libby shot nerf darts into the room and Teagen just yelled “Get back Libby!” and I think that’s it.
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