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Post by Krystal on Jan 25, 2006 1:10:11 GMT -5
A tiny glowing figure flitted about from headstone to headstone, it looked like, from afar, a huge firefly as it was approximately 3” in height and moved rather quickly, though each time it touched one of the dismal headstone, it left it behind, looking as new as the day it had been placed that, complete with a new growth of flowers that sprang up around the edges in brilliant colors to make each grave seem like a small garden all in it’s own. Finally, the small creature stopped, taking a rest atop the headstone of one, Caldus Crumpet The tiny wings settling behind her back and her little legs, one crossing over the next, hanging over the edge. Her raven hair was all tied up on separate tiny buns, one on either side and towards the back of her head, proudly showing off her pointed little ears as she leaned back, placing her hands behind herself and looked around.
“There, much better.” The tiny little fairy said out loud, her little voice not going all that far, but she wasn’t really talking to anyone anyway, so it really made not a lick of difference.
The small black orbs that settled in her head looked about the place with such love for the new growths she had made come to life that one could more than likely see the pride welling up in her tiny little body as she surveyed her work.
It was her first time out of her Glenn, and her first task to creating life outside her home world. She felt that this place simply needed a redressing and so, she took it upon herself to do so, without knowing that there was one who already kept the graves of the humans. But then, she had no idea, how could she, it was indeed, her first time EVER in the human world. What she knew of them, she had read in books, and so, she would start learning this day, she hoped.
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Post by Ashard on Jan 26, 2006 10:33:45 GMT -5
The Keeper did not like to see his graveyard untidy and therefore worked hard to keep it clean. In his invisible form as always, he had been tending to some graves that had been dug up while he was away for an evening when some glitering off to the one side caught his attention. Taking a closer look as to the going ons he noted a small creature cleansing the head stones and making vegetation grow around each of them with a single touch.
Flowers that people left behind bothered him so much because they all would die and start to rot. No one would take them away, he had to do that. People had the horrible tendency of giving him much un-needed work. These flowers though came out of the ground and would not rot like the others. He did not know how he felt about it since it had never happened before.
As he made his way closer to the creature, Ash realised that it was a fairy. It had been a great many years since he'd seen one but none that looked as oblivious as the one before him.
Before he reached her location she had taken rest on the grave of Caldus with a rather content look on her face, almost like she had done the world a great deed. A strange man that Caldus was. Always taking walks around the outer rim of the graveyard, too scared to enter yet too curious to let it be. He seemed to know that Ashard was there even though he never saw him or any of his actions. The keeper thought he was weird but at least he was not bothersome to his work. That was over a hundred and fifty years ago now and the memories were still fresh.
Ash was left in a state of some confusion as to how he was going to treat her. He did not like tresspassers as they were more of a pain than anything else and bothered him in his work. But this one was barely noticeable and actually helped his work along. He almost found it to be disturbing that someone would help him and did not know if this would continue to be helpfull or rather become a hindrance.
Apearing out of nowhere with his arms crossed and leaning against the head stone where the little damsel had taken a rest, Ashard spoke up, "You did not like the work I do here of my own accord? The place was rather clean and the grass kept nice. What was so urgent about making the stones look new and flowers pop up all over?"
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Post by Krystal on Jan 26, 2006 21:56:04 GMT -5
The tiny figure started a bit as the Grave keeper spoke, her attentions had been on the work she had just finished and so, was not paying attention to her surroundings, as she should have been. However, she quickly recovered and then tilted her little head off to the right slightly, her large onyx eyes narrowing as she looked at the ghostly figure. She took in the image in its entirety her eyes still narrowed as she did so and after a complete survey of the apparition, she reached out a small hand, attentively, almost wearily and ran it through his face where his cheeks would have resided and then looked down at her open hand. The smallest of smile began to form on her lips but that rapidly steached into a huge grin and then, the fairy hopped up on her feet, her wings fluttering behind her in excitement and she squealed… a most high sounding pitch and jumped happily up and down.
“A dead human!” She exclaimed. “Oh my, oh, sir, I would ask you how.. But of course.. wow…” She said excitedly as she continued to stare at him as if he were the greatest prize in the entire world. “Oh, is this your home sir.. I hum, I well, no, it seemed perfectly well kept, I just thought a bit of flowers here or there and perhaps a good cleansing and repair of some of these older stones.. but… wow…” She stated, her eyes wide with excitement still as she stared at the ghost in front of her. “A real, live dead human… well, not live but dead, of course.. but.. ya…” She finished, grasping one tiny hand with the other in front of her and continuing to gaze in bewilderment at the first human, she had ever seen.
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Post by Ashard on Feb 1, 2006 17:35:05 GMT -5
Knowing full well that he could not be hurt by her, he allowed her to play in his face, all the while thinkin' of how ridiculous it seemed, but then again, so were the many things he had done in his ghostly existence.
The little one then abounded with exitment and unfinished sentences which Ash found to be quite funny to watch. "One of many varieties of dead humans, yes." He replied with a laugh in his voice. "How is quite simple. As a human I did not know my limits and ventured a bit too far with a powerfull mage. I don't think I leaned my lesson." He smirked.
She made a reply to his question about the cleanliness of his land and he commented back. "As long as you keep those new growths tended to and don't leave me with extra work i supose it's alright." He frowned slightly. "I get the feeling that this is your first time out of where you come from. Would I be wrong?"
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Post by Krystal on Feb 3, 2006 4:17:18 GMT -5
Krystal listened intently to his every word, her small form absolutely beaming up at him as he spoke. When he told her that her what she had done was ok with him, so long as she attended to it, she gave a little hop and reached out as if to throw her tiny arms about his neck and give him a hug, but in doing so, she nearly fell off the headstone as she fell through him, had she not a set of wings to steady herself, that would have been just what happened.
“Yes sir.” She said with a small giggle and a tiny bit of a salute. “I will do my best to be certain I take care of my growths, for they will indeed need refreshing from time to time and yes, you are right, this is the first time I have ever been away from home.” She paused to take a small breath as she has said all this in such an excited state. “I, hum, well I only know about humans as much as I have read in the books we were allowed to read in the study halls at home, things like how to jinx them if they tried to catch you and stuff like that, so really, I don’t know ANYTHING about this place you live… or rather exist in.” She grinned up at the ghost.
Krystal tilted her head towards him again and blinked a few times. “You said one of many varieties… you mean to tell me that there are loads of dead humans walking around?” She asked then, her eyes now wandering over the graveyard as if trying to seek out more ghosts.
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Post by Ashard on Feb 3, 2006 8:44:36 GMT -5
Laughing a little as the little one jumped off the headstone, seemingly trying to take hold of him, he backed up to now take a standing position.
Though Ash was often a pain to everyone in general he also had those peacefull times. As he spoke with the fairy with knew she was too exited for any of his actions to scare her or annoy her, she would probably just get more exited. Since he could handle the vibrations already at hand and did not know if he could handle a full outbreak, he decided a peacefull time was definately called for.
"Thank you for not giving me an extra burden with added chores. I already have a sparse amount of free time with other chores that have been given to me." He frowned deeply as he looked over, beyond several headstones and a couple florishing green bushes, to the normal path of the wheel barows and started to mumble a little. "Stupid grass takes forever to remove that danged beaten down effect." He finished with a sigh and turned back to face her.
"Other Varieties. Indeed there is. You may have heard of Vampires, Undead, Zombies and other things of the like. They have a tendency to go about and kill humans." He had said while squinting his right eye a little as he watched her scan the graveyard as though she was looking for something. "Is there something in particular that you're looking for? I may be able to assist you."
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Post by Krystal on Feb 6, 2006 23:52:35 GMT -5
Krystal returned her gaze to Ashard’s and smiled up at him and then straightened her self to stand her entire massive 3” tall and giggled. “No silly, I was just trying to see anyone else is all.” She said to the ghost and then sighed almost heavily.
“You know, it is quiet here, in the darkness of the night. How do you keep yourself occupied, and what ever do you do for fun around here?” She asked then, allowing her tiny hands now to close behind her as she spoke, her delicate wings now relaxing our behind her as she awaited his answer.
Krystal fell silent for a moment and then smiled again. “And, oh ya, you are most welcome, I so love making things grow and tending to my little space you have allowed me to tend to, will be my pleasure, you can count on me to make certain I leave nothing extra for you to do, sir.” She said, giving him a smart salute and another grin and wink.
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Post by Ashard on Feb 8, 2006 22:18:08 GMT -5
“Well, this is a graveyard, a place where the dead are burried. So there's not often many people walking around here though I am never alone. I met a couple friends many years back that reside in stone by day and break free at night. They are most always in the graveyard and are sure to be romping about somewhere as we speak.” Ash smiled, recalling some things that the two of them had done over the many years as he looked around to see if they could be spotted.
Not seeing them anywhere nearby he turned back to face her. “I personally enjoy tending to this land. I can not explain why exactly but it does bring me great satisfaction.” He smiled brightly. “When I'm not taking care of it I go about in town and other places to see what there is too see as well as what kind of fright I can cause. Nothing serious really. Just enough to make peeples adrenalin go up for a bit.” He laughed a little remembering the many shocked expressions he'd seen over the years as he'd play his pranks.
A large thud was heard not too far off from them and Ash knew what it was without even looking. “There they come.” He smilled once more as the one got up off the ground after having run into a massive tree, shook itself a bit and started after the other in the direction of the fairy and the ghost.
"Oh, before we get too far ahead of ourselves. My name is Ashard and I am the keeper of these graves. How about you?"
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Post by Krystal on Feb 10, 2006 20:55:15 GMT -5
Krystal started giggling as he told her about the pranks he pulled on the humans, her little bell-like laughter ringing through the night like magical bells that seemed to float through the graveyard, even the plants seemed to react to her sudden joyous laughter, leaves that were once a bit drooped with age or diseased perked up and became greener as if they had been painted or replaced altogether.
A THUMP, and her laughter cut off shortly as she jumped, startled at the large noise as well the vibrations she felt in the headstone from the unknown, and obviously large intruders headed their way. Krystal’s wings fluttered and she rose up from her perch and gazed, wide eyed at the monsters coming toward them. It wasn’t until Ash so casually spoke to her again that she turned her gaze away from them, understanding now, that they were indeed friend, and not out to try and devour her.
“Oh, yes, how rude of me.” She stated. “Krystal, name’s Krystal.” She replied holding out a tiny hand to Ash.
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Post by Ashard on Feb 10, 2006 22:08:29 GMT -5
Ash did not think anything could scare the exited little critter that fluttered before him on this night. So he laughed at her reaction to his big oafs as they came tearing through the fields towards them.
“Nice to meet you Krystal.” The ghost said while smiling at her. “I would shake your hand but alas I can not. I do not poses the power to materialise.”
The two beasts had now come to a stop just a few feet away from the pair, their heads cocked to the side looking at the fairy in awe. The keeper just laughed at them and shook his head. Those two were always up to something. “You can pet them if you want.” He winked at her. “They won't bite.”
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Post by Krystal on Feb 12, 2006 21:55:46 GMT -5
Krystal squealed with delight when he told her she could pet them and as quickly as the words had been loosed from his ghostly lips, she had zipped over to the great creatures and was moving from one tot eh other, scratching behind their ears a sthey tried their hardest to keep her in sight, though to no avail as it seemed she moved to quick for their great size to follow. They did however seem to quiet enjoy the attention from the small creature.
“Oh, aren’t you guys ever so cute…” She was saying to the both of them and then looked aver at Ash. “What are their names?” She inquired as she continued to zip back and forth form one to the other, never letting one seem to have loose the impression that she had ever stopped scratching behind its ear.
Krystal just loved animals, and Gargoyles, as menacing as they may look to the eyes of most, to her, were simply hug dogs of a sort, making them as cuddly as any other living creature to her.
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Post by Ashard on Feb 14, 2006 18:55:13 GMT -5
"Well, they never gave me their names." The grave keeper laughed.
To him they were not so much pets as they were companions. So in his mind it was not right to give them names especially since they probably already had some of their own.
"I'd have to be able to speak in gargoyle to ask for them. Since I don't, I never had the chance." He smiled and shruged.
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Post by Krystal on Feb 18, 2006 23:58:21 GMT -5
Krystal finally gave up on scratching the ears of the gargoyles and then flew back over to now hover just in front of Ashard’s sight, her onyx eyes smiling at him from her position in the air.
“You know, I don’t believe anyone knows Gargoyle, but gargoyles.” She returned, “Or at least, I can’t simply think of anyone just now….” She mused for a moment and then shrugged her tiny shoulders and sighed. “You know, that is awfully sweet of you not to think you could name a creature who might already have one…” She went on, leaning forward she placed a small kiss on the tip of his ghostly nose and then laughed as she straightened up. “That tickles…” She said, referring to the feel of his energies and the coldness of his form.
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Post by Ashard on Feb 19, 2006 21:15:57 GMT -5
The ghost watched Krystal aproach him and place herself but a few inches in front of his face as she started to speak to him again.
"You may be right about no one but them speaking their tongue. I have been with these guys for over two hundred sixty years now and still can't undertsnad most of it." He snikered to himself.
She then went on to tell him that he was sweet. He never thought of himself that way and tried to understand her line of thought. But before he could get any thinking done on the situation, she had aparently attempted to kiss him on his nose and she started to laugh saying it tickled. Ash blinked a few times. No one had ever tried that before. Though he did not feel it she sure seemed to enjoy it.
After he got his line of thought back he went on to say, "I never thought of me not naming them as being sweet. To me it was a matter of respect for them as they are my companions, my friends. Though we can not speak as such with each other we do understand our intentions and request. For us it seems to be enough for the moment."
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