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Post by Rudeth Volkova on Jun 3, 2010 22:04:14 GMT -5
The hallways were always quiet this time of night, which was part of why Rudeth liked it so much. It was hours after curfew, and most of the school was asleep as they were supposed to be. Rudeth, however, was unable to rest tonight.
He used to wander these halls frequently, sneaking out after curfew with his brother to raid the kitchen, or practice fencing in the dark, or just roam around aimlessly until he felt tired, or at least until his mother caught him. But it was always, always with his brother. Somehow, without Thrall, it wasn't the same.
Rudeth headed out toward the courtyard, his sword hanging on his hip. He needed some time alone, some time to think.
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Post by The Storyteller on Jun 4, 2010 1:47:27 GMT -5
A soft humming sound arose in the air, like a TV left just at the threshold of hearing. As Rudeth walked on, it became steadily louder, a soft buzzing from which he could almost hear whispering, just soft enough to be incomprehensible.
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Post by Rudeth Volkova on Jun 11, 2010 0:29:47 GMT -5
Rudeth paused, looking around for the source of the noise. It didn't sound like anything in particular, more white noise than anything in particular. Someone likely left their television set on when they fell asleep. Still, it was peculiar... It seemed to be getting louder.
He continued toward the courtyard, keeping his pace slow and his steps quiet, listening for the source of the unusual sound.
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Post by The Storyteller on Jun 11, 2010 0:35:38 GMT -5
As Rudy looked around, the sound became louder, first all around him, and then focused on a window nearby. It buzzed irritably, like audible static, still just as barely-incomprehensible as it was before.
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Post by Rudeth Volkova on Jun 11, 2010 1:09:21 GMT -5
Rudeth approached the window cautiously, sliding up the glass and peering down at the ground below. He could imagine what the sound was, but the source seemed to be moving. He wondering if it was another student, or if some fae or other had slipped through the wards again.
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Post by The Storyteller on Jun 11, 2010 2:46:41 GMT -5
For a stretch, the eternal twilight had parted, frothing and curling at the edges, leaving a soft and moonless night in its wake. The sky outside the window was filled with stars.
The buzzing built up to a clanging, the clanging to a horrible screeching, and just as quickly, it died.
"Rudeth..."
He could feel it as much as hear it.
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Post by Rudeth Volkova on Jun 11, 2010 3:18:48 GMT -5
A cold chill shuddered down his spine. Rudeth tensed, his hand flying instinctively to his sword, though he had no idea what he intended to do with it.
"Who's there?" he called softly.
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Post by The Storyteller on Jun 11, 2010 3:34:20 GMT -5
The sound paused.
"Banana," it said in a hoarse, toneless whisper.
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Post by Rudeth Volkova on Jun 11, 2010 3:37:53 GMT -5
"Banana who?"
It came out before Rudeth even had time to register what he said, and he immediately wanted to smack himself. He was either dealing with some annoying freshman or a fae. Probably.
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Post by The Storyteller on Jun 11, 2010 3:42:29 GMT -5
The windows rattled with an odd creaking sound.
"...dork. Orange-"
Suddenly, the sky shuddered as the twilight reasserted itself, and a deep silence followed.
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Post by Rudeth Volkova on Jun 11, 2010 18:06:34 GMT -5
"Orange who?" he called frantically back at the sky, but even so, he knew he would get no answer. He felt suddenly very cold, and wanted to go back to his dorm room.
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