07-15-2011, 03:55 AM
[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR]{{Hope you guys won't mind me just jumping in- I've been looking for this kind of RP,
hahahaha! \(.w.)/}}
Everything looked much more interesting upside down. Or, that is, if the thing itself was upside-down, and not you, because it looked so utterly ridiculous and out of place because it was facing the wrong side up and- Jessie sighed. There really wasn't a way to justify the fact that he had just spent maybe fifteen minutes giggling at how this particular tree in front of him had curved against a bolder protruding from the ground and had continued to grow on a curve.
For this plant things had taken a turn for the worse.
No, that was stupid. No more puns. Running bandaged fingers through his hair, the young boy hefted a heavy sigh. Couldn't he ever take things seriously? Or was finding himself in the middle of a rather queer forest (it was an unnatural hue of pink) not something that would strike him as odd?
Did he even remember deciding on going a walk? Well, yeah. Porkchops really wanted to go someplace. But why here?
"Pork! Get yer butt over here, girl!" The enchantment lacing Jessie's curiously deep voice resonated with that of the forest's old magic and resulted in a foul scent. It was faint, but definitely there. Well, that was an improvement from when he had almost caused his Grandmother's garden to completely rot. He guessed that the charms adorning his right ear, hand, and lower lip were working. Or at least diluting the potency of his hex.
After several moments of waiting, a deluge of dry, crackling cries descended upon the boy, followed shortly by the skeleton of a boar charging forward. Normally the collection of bones would have a hard time moving at all, yet the surrounding charm of the forest seemed to enhance its ties to this world. Because really, the bounding frame of a long-gone porker shouldn't be able to bulldoze a teenager like it had just done, or even be anything else than a heap of bones.
But since Jessie hoodooed state discouraged any real contact with animals, or humans for that matter, he had been brought to tying the soul of a slaughtered boar to its skeleton. Theoretically, the dead can be in company of other dead or cursed creatures, so Jessie was incredibly pleased with the easy relationship he had been able to create with the creature. It was surprisingly gentle, yet most of the things that Jessie had resurrected were. Which was uncommon for most necromancers, now that Jessie took a moment to think about it.
Most souls resented being brought back to this certain stage of life, and made it their mission to cause trouble for the one who had brought them back. Even the most secured hand (what most necromancers referred the souls they resurrected as) had been known to murder their master.
"Are ya nice to me 'cause yer afraid?" Jessie, having struggled to get Porkchops off his body, asked suddenly. Gripping either side of the beast's skull, he awaited an answer he knew wasn't coming. For all of the company she was, Porchops still left many desires of Jessie unfulfilled. Usually his Grandmother would have been there for him to talk with and to be a source of comfort. But after leaving her for a life abroad, Jessie no longer had any real human interaction.
Since necromancers, in a sense, lived in death, they harbored a certain feeling of unrest which was born from their constant interaction with the deceased. Anything living instinctively avoiding them thusly. In addition to this, Jessie had been, when he was younger, been used by a demon as a medium. The essence of it was stolen away inside the boy's right eye, and remained subdued, although altering Jessie's appearance so that two great shocks of jet black showed in his hair, along with a swirling darkness in one eye and pointed teeth. He looked like a demon himself, and if anyone had been able to stomach his necromancy, his startling features would have been unsettling enough to drive them away.
But Jessie had had a little more than a dozen years to get used to all of this. The only thing that disturbed him was that he couldn't remember why the demon had chosen him to be a container. He knew that there had been some sort of deal between the two of them, perhaps to strengthen his abilities, but otherwise he knew nothing. And it wasn't like he could try to discuss anything with the intelligence inside him; the creature remained doormat and inert.
Persistent squealing brought Jessie back from his contemplative state and he directed his attention at Porkchops. She paced in back and forth in front of the boy, demanding movement and adventure. Snorting, he picked himself up, dusted leaves and dirt off his large black tunic, and made sure that all weapons and materials on his person were in place before setting off again. Obviously his path would be desultory, but it was better for it to be flexible. Jessie could sense other souls in the forest and wanted to avoid them, at least for now.
Last edited by piptik; 07-15-2011 at 04:06 AM..
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