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bravenewworld2015-07-10 09:10 pm
I • Rampage of The Luggage
1. The Refuge Camp [Action]
[ Nestled deep in the refuge camp was a travel trunk. Like all travel trunks, it was both well-used and well-traveled. It was also asleep. A cacophony of sawing sounds rumbled through the tent flap, causing a passerby to sharply veer away. Rincewind stepped outside and stretched. He had a long day ahead of him. There were groceries to procure and clothes to reluctantly buy. He needed to get out of the camp and find an actual place to stay. The tent was all fine and dandy, but at the end of the day, it was on the breezy side and didn't offer leg room. He had to duck which meant his hat never stayed on his head when he had to stand. ]
[ No, he had to find a new residence. Somehow. But, food first. Rincewind picked a direction and strode. ]
[ The Luggage woke up. ]
2. The Residential District [Action]
[ Something was rocketing through the district. It was box-shaped. It was lost. The Luggage was looking for its master and its master wasn't here. At least, not anymore. It could tell that now, but the realization had dawned, passed through midday, and sunk back beneath the horizon of wooden indifference. The Luggage was doing something else. It knocked a trash can over. That, it decided, was fun! It knocked over another one and, because it could, trampled the spilled contents. An unsuspecting fungoos tried to flee the chaos, bounced, and found itself in a place that was square shaped, padded with folded clothes, and wooden. It would only be later that the unfortunate fungoos would realize it had been consumed by a box with teeth and ghostly legs. ]
[ The Luggage was here. ]
3. The Library [Action]
[ Libraries are quiet, this is a well-known fact spread throughout various cultures, times, and even dimensions. Libraries are always quiet...so why was this one... not? ]
[ The answer was trundling through the romance section like an elephant trying to tiptoe. Rows and rows of books fell like swooning women as The Luggage wade through countless aisles of squashy love stories. A few lucky specimens from the children's section had stolen a free ride atop the closed lid. Other, less fortunate fragments of literature presented themselves as loose pages plastered along The Luggage like tasteless bumper stickers. ]
4. Junes [Action]
[ It should be known that the natural pray of traveling cases are piles of neat, unsuspecting clothes, small dental kits shoved in baggies, and paperback books. It is the first item of this small list that has instigated the current display of utter chaos. Something evil had stomped its way through Junes. Evil, in this case, has a name: The Luggage. If a rude customer was a retail worker's worst nightmare, then The Luggage was a walking, box-shaped embodiment of retail hell: every phantom leg a potentiality of devastation. ]
[ Its current record consists of eight toppled shelves, scattered kitchenware (kettles, pots, spoons, and knives), a decimated door (it didn't stand a chance), and decapitating a mannequin. It was this very same mannequin that The Luggage now stood over, its head tumbling over the lip of the lid and cracking against the floor. The Luggage yawns, displaying several unmentionables caught between its teeth like colorful, breast-shaped broccoli. ]
5. A window of panic [Video]
[ The video flicks on to display an image of a man who's features might draw one's mind to recall the visage of a Rattata were it thirty-five years old, a flunked magus, and wore a hat that pronounced its inability to spell (in more ways than one). Rincewind looked harrowed. He gibbered, realized he was gibbering, and snapped his mouth shut. ]
[ He tried again ]
Er ... hallo. Has anyone seen my luggage? It ... er ... seems to have gone and wandered off.
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[ The Luggage maneuvers in front of them, standing between them and the oncoming wave of fowl evil. It opens its lid and bares large, pearly white teeth. Electricity shimmers and dances along its mahogany surface. Static charges the air. Rincewind could feel his hair starting to cling to his hat. He falls into a lower crouch behind Waver. ]
I think we'd better duck.
[ The Luggage is about to use DISCHARGE. ]
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The Luggage was one part terrifying, one part awe-inspiring, and one part baffling. He never did understand where the Luggage attained it's electric typing and, having never truly had the chance to study it, simply settled for never questioning it. But, in the face of it's wrath against the horde, it was enough to make the young man wonder.
His skin prickled with the electrostatic of the discharge, but he didn't dare open his eyes until he knew it was safe. Of course, with the ill reputable chest in such close proximity, 'safe' was likely to be as questionable as it was transient.]
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[ It catches a spearow in its open maw. It slams its lid shut with a final sigh of air like the sealing of a coffin. The Luggage was pleased. It turns around and stares at Waver. A few feathers dotted the crease between lid and lip. ]
[ Rincewind finally stops shaking and peers over Waver's shoulder. ]
Eh? Is it over?
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....I'm not sure.
...
Please tell your Luggage not to eat me.
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[ Rincewind stands up and dusts plaster dust and a few feathers off his robe. He fixes the Luggage with a stern look, then gives it a calculated kick. ] You ought to be ashamed of yourself, wandering off like that. We could've been killed.
[ The Luggage slowly blinked at him. Rincewind gave it another, mage-like kick. ] Go on, think about what you've done. [ It moves back a few paces and gave the impression of sitting on its haunches. Rincewind turns to Waver. He looked shaken, but alive. Dusty too. Rincewind offers a hand. ]
You alright?
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Brushing bits of plaster and dirt from his sleeves, he accepted the help with a small smile of gratitude.]
I'm in one piece, and that's the most important thing. What about you?
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[ The potential feast laying at their feet was more than enough to convince Rincewind that he didn't have any reason to ever have to find the Luggage again. It could clearly take care of itself. ]
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[Except sometimes it was an inevitability, like the rising and falling of the sun with the turn of every day. They had come out alive and in one piece, and that was more than enough for Waver. Except, now he was burdened with the worrisome question of whether Union could even handle an entity like the Luggage.]
...What are you going to do if you lose track of it again?
;u;
Don't know. [ He adds, helpfully: ] ... Pray?
/sighs
[Waver sighed, regarding the ominous trunk once more now that things were calming down.]
This is Union. Someone here might have an idea.
/sheepish grin
[ Rincewind despairs. He already knows he can't broadcast the nature of the Luggage to the general populace. They'd take it away or something. Even some of the magi from home had been leery on the travel trunk from hell, but they knew spells so what could it do? Here was different. It was in a new element, a new place. And it seemed to want to expand its menu. ]
[ Rincewind strode over to the Luggage and sat down. He needed to think. He needed options. What he really needed was someone who was willing to tick through a mental checklist. Someone who also knew the Luggage, but was bound to have a different opinion on it. He drummed his fingers and scanned the adjacent brick wall for options. His eyes fell on Waver. ]
What do you think?
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I'll take care of it, if you're not up to it. [Grumbling, he started fishing around in his backpack for some of those crisps or candies that he packed specifically for the Luggage.]
I don't know many people yet, but I know someone who does. She figured out I was from Sanctuary almost immediately, and said that it was all right to go to her if we needed help.]
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And ... she'll do that, will she? Even knowin' that we're magi?
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[He surfaced now with a bag of crisps and a bag of toffees.]
It already sounds like we have a better chance here than in Sanctuary, doesn't it?
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I'm not getting my hopes up yet, but yeah. It does. It means no one starts off knowing I'm a complete and utter failure. Instead, I've got the privileged of personally lowering their bar of expectation.
[ glumly and with a heavy sigh, he adds ] I can't complain. It beats said bar coming pre-installed on its lowest setting, anyway.
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Good Luggage.]
Don't say that. There's other opportunities for the both of us here, [He said, casting a look at Rincewind.] The Magi back home are too caught up in their traditions anyway. There's no place for people like either of us there.
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No, there really isn't.
[ Rincewind toes a fried spearow ]
Well, we've found my Luggage. I think ... we should, probably, leave. I don't know if these spearow have friends, but I'm not willing to find out.
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Me neither, and we've found what we were looking for.
[He cast a wary look around the ally surrounding them for any more threats.]
Let's head back. I don't like the dark.
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[ Rincewind turns with Waver and shoots a glance behind them to make sure the Luggage was following. After gleefully devouring the second baggie with all the malice of a totadile, it trots over pile of spearow and after the two receding figures. ]