A Vacation for Balsom!
Mar 13, 2007 2:46:56 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2007 2:46:56 GMT
[Anyone, feel free to jump in at any time]
All the blood, the death, the pain from her wounds, it was all gone in an instant, seared from the fabric of reality as Balsom percieved it. Soon, the tiny creature felt even smaller as she realized for the first time that she had in fact died. A curious thing, the embrace of death: Warm, yet vacant, filled with peace, but so... lonesome.
Ah, but it was not meant to be. Death could only embrace the pixie for but a moment before she was wrested once more from her newfound sanctuary before she even got a chance to know it. A strong hand now held her tiny, renewed form, what must have been her soul... a strong hand indeed.
"Your spirit is bigger than YOU are, little one... You are a bold little thing, aren't you?" a woman's voice spoke, her strong hands holding the tiny pixie with the most delicate of care. Lifting her head, the pixie met a big, blue pair of eyes, attatched to a lovely face, attatched to a kind-looking woman... in blue armor... with wings... and... a... pretty big sword. Balsom knew what she was looking at. Oh yes, her mother had made it quite clear what happens to the valorous.
"Hallos, miss Valkyrie miss." Balsom squeaked shakily, sitting up in the angel's hand and looking around, shaken.
"Such spirit." the Valkyrie said with a voice of bemusement. "Your kind aren't known for it, I'm more than a little shocked. Got a lot of chutzpah, that you do."
"So... am I gona go to... um... Valhalla now?" Balsom squeaked into the blackness she occupied with the valkyrie. The great angel looked on her momentarily with admiration, then with a bit of sadness. "Sadly, no. Your soul is not a mortal one... You would be reincarnated once more without event... if your actions did not bring you to my grasp. Thrusting you back into that life again, of frivolous dancing and meaninglessness would only dampen your spirit, weaken you, dilute you and destroy you. You're like a flower in a field of weeds... and Valhalla has indeed taken notice. But, as I said, I cannot take you to Valhalla from the Reverie. So... I offer you something... even better." the being said, setting the bewildered fey upon her shoulder.
Though terrifyingly powerful, the Valkyrie had a palpable sensation about her... a feeling of maternity and comraderie. Though a big-folk, she spoke to her as an equal, and for some reason, it put Balsom at ease. "Even better?" she squeaked, her eyes dialating at the prospect of such a thing that could be greater than a bunch of crazy people dancing, drinking, and fighting all day... err... come to think of it, that diddn't sound much different from home... hmm... Well, doubly wonderful then!
The Valkyrie seemed to know her thoughts and ruffled her tiny companion's hair with a couple fingers. "Yup. Life... in the real world." She said, resolutely.
Wow. What. A. Prize.
"You're... joking, right?" the fey said with a bit of irritation in her voice. "I don't do so hot in real worlds. Ya know... tends to get us killed." she said, crossing her arms and suddenly feeling very cross. The Valkyrie chuckled and shoved the tiny creature over.
"Don't be silly. I'm not just plopping you there... you're getting a real body, not just dream wisps and energy." The Valkyrie said, bobbing the Pixie upon her shoulder. THAT got Balsom's attention.
"Whatever sensation you felt in the Reverie... will be a thousand times better in the real world with a body of your own! Just think of it, little one... and you'll get so strong on this world..." she murmured, cradling the pixie's face in her fingers.
The shock soon wore off, and she bounced joyously on the Valkyrie's shoulder. "Eee! You mean I can REALLY be there?! With my own body?!"
The Valkyrie only nodded, smiling. "And if you're valorous there too, you can go to Valhalla!" she murmured, her tone barely showing her approval at this. "This was all approved by the gods... er... well, mostly Loki appealing to Odin... and Odin allowing it." She said, and just like that, a field of pure white flowers sprung into view, far far off in the distance. Then... it began to grow bigger... and bigger. Soon, the pixie felt motion. Downward motion. The ground raced wildly towards her and the valkyrie, the effect more than a little disconcerting. They were falling, at an alarming rate, the ground racing towards them! In an instant, they were on it, the smell of ozone and spilled pixie dust filling the air, the equivalent of her soiling herself.
"HOLY MARMOSETS!" the pixie cried, lying now in that field of white flowers. "Yes indeed." the Valkyrie replied, bending over the little form. "By Loki's request, I have brought you to this place... with a living body of flesh and blood. Why here, I have no idea, but there lives a group of monks in this city state." she murmured, offering the little pixie a set of doll's clothing, a backpack, and a mallet. "I cannot stay to acquaint you, but I trust you'll be fine. You need to adhere to the needs other living beings have now... like the need to eat for sustainance, and the need to sleep. Other than that, you'll be fine, just use that hammer I was instructed to give you... and you should do just fine until all your powers come back."
"Waaait... come back? I've... lost my powe--"
But by then, the Valkyrie was gone.
"Fyaaa..." she groaned, and forced herself to stand. The wound in her side no longer hurt... scratch that, it was entirely missing. As was the sagging ache in her chest where she breathed. She was repaired! A quick dance of jubilation ensued as the tiny pixie felt out her new body.
So soft, so supple, so... so... so squishy! A real flesh body! This would never get old!
All the blood, the death, the pain from her wounds, it was all gone in an instant, seared from the fabric of reality as Balsom percieved it. Soon, the tiny creature felt even smaller as she realized for the first time that she had in fact died. A curious thing, the embrace of death: Warm, yet vacant, filled with peace, but so... lonesome.
Ah, but it was not meant to be. Death could only embrace the pixie for but a moment before she was wrested once more from her newfound sanctuary before she even got a chance to know it. A strong hand now held her tiny, renewed form, what must have been her soul... a strong hand indeed.
"Your spirit is bigger than YOU are, little one... You are a bold little thing, aren't you?" a woman's voice spoke, her strong hands holding the tiny pixie with the most delicate of care. Lifting her head, the pixie met a big, blue pair of eyes, attatched to a lovely face, attatched to a kind-looking woman... in blue armor... with wings... and... a... pretty big sword. Balsom knew what she was looking at. Oh yes, her mother had made it quite clear what happens to the valorous.
"Hallos, miss Valkyrie miss." Balsom squeaked shakily, sitting up in the angel's hand and looking around, shaken.
"Such spirit." the Valkyrie said with a voice of bemusement. "Your kind aren't known for it, I'm more than a little shocked. Got a lot of chutzpah, that you do."
"So... am I gona go to... um... Valhalla now?" Balsom squeaked into the blackness she occupied with the valkyrie. The great angel looked on her momentarily with admiration, then with a bit of sadness. "Sadly, no. Your soul is not a mortal one... You would be reincarnated once more without event... if your actions did not bring you to my grasp. Thrusting you back into that life again, of frivolous dancing and meaninglessness would only dampen your spirit, weaken you, dilute you and destroy you. You're like a flower in a field of weeds... and Valhalla has indeed taken notice. But, as I said, I cannot take you to Valhalla from the Reverie. So... I offer you something... even better." the being said, setting the bewildered fey upon her shoulder.
Though terrifyingly powerful, the Valkyrie had a palpable sensation about her... a feeling of maternity and comraderie. Though a big-folk, she spoke to her as an equal, and for some reason, it put Balsom at ease. "Even better?" she squeaked, her eyes dialating at the prospect of such a thing that could be greater than a bunch of crazy people dancing, drinking, and fighting all day... err... come to think of it, that diddn't sound much different from home... hmm... Well, doubly wonderful then!
The Valkyrie seemed to know her thoughts and ruffled her tiny companion's hair with a couple fingers. "Yup. Life... in the real world." She said, resolutely.
Wow. What. A. Prize.
"You're... joking, right?" the fey said with a bit of irritation in her voice. "I don't do so hot in real worlds. Ya know... tends to get us killed." she said, crossing her arms and suddenly feeling very cross. The Valkyrie chuckled and shoved the tiny creature over.
"Don't be silly. I'm not just plopping you there... you're getting a real body, not just dream wisps and energy." The Valkyrie said, bobbing the Pixie upon her shoulder. THAT got Balsom's attention.
"Whatever sensation you felt in the Reverie... will be a thousand times better in the real world with a body of your own! Just think of it, little one... and you'll get so strong on this world..." she murmured, cradling the pixie's face in her fingers.
The shock soon wore off, and she bounced joyously on the Valkyrie's shoulder. "Eee! You mean I can REALLY be there?! With my own body?!"
The Valkyrie only nodded, smiling. "And if you're valorous there too, you can go to Valhalla!" she murmured, her tone barely showing her approval at this. "This was all approved by the gods... er... well, mostly Loki appealing to Odin... and Odin allowing it." She said, and just like that, a field of pure white flowers sprung into view, far far off in the distance. Then... it began to grow bigger... and bigger. Soon, the pixie felt motion. Downward motion. The ground raced wildly towards her and the valkyrie, the effect more than a little disconcerting. They were falling, at an alarming rate, the ground racing towards them! In an instant, they were on it, the smell of ozone and spilled pixie dust filling the air, the equivalent of her soiling herself.
"HOLY MARMOSETS!" the pixie cried, lying now in that field of white flowers. "Yes indeed." the Valkyrie replied, bending over the little form. "By Loki's request, I have brought you to this place... with a living body of flesh and blood. Why here, I have no idea, but there lives a group of monks in this city state." she murmured, offering the little pixie a set of doll's clothing, a backpack, and a mallet. "I cannot stay to acquaint you, but I trust you'll be fine. You need to adhere to the needs other living beings have now... like the need to eat for sustainance, and the need to sleep. Other than that, you'll be fine, just use that hammer I was instructed to give you... and you should do just fine until all your powers come back."
"Waaait... come back? I've... lost my powe--"
But by then, the Valkyrie was gone.
"Fyaaa..." she groaned, and forced herself to stand. The wound in her side no longer hurt... scratch that, it was entirely missing. As was the sagging ache in her chest where she breathed. She was repaired! A quick dance of jubilation ensued as the tiny pixie felt out her new body.
So soft, so supple, so... so... so squishy! A real flesh body! This would never get old!