Post by Nothingness on Jul 8, 2010 20:21:40 GMT -5
Username: Nothingness
Canons you own: N/A
Link to RP thread: Stranger in a Strange Land shadesofgrey.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=twilight&action=display&thread=49&page=1
Audition: {350 words minimum}
Silence perforated the still air on a balcony of The Castle That Never Was. A small card lay on the floor, which, in and of itself was nothing remarkable. But what was remarkable was that no less than a minute ago, that card had never been there. In fact, it had been quite some time since a card like that was even in existence. It had a strange clock-like design on the front, with each number from one to twelve in roman numerals forming a circle along the edges of the card, the roman numeral for thirteen in the center, and the minute and hour hands were elongated Nobody symbols lying just above the "XIII."
As if of their own accord, the hands on the card began to rapidly spin counter-clockwise, and the faster they spun, the larger the card grew. Suddenly, the hands stopped at "X" and remained there for a few moments before the card exploded in a flurry of smaller versions of itself. As they fluttered downward, the figure of a cloaked man could be made out between them. As the last card touched the floor, he pulled back his hood and ran his hand through his slicked-back hair.
With a flick of his wrist, the cards flew off of the ground and formed themselves into a deck in the palm of his hand. Taking his other hand, he slid a finger quickly across the top of the deck, sending a dozen cards flying, each creating the frames of a table and chair. Seating himself, he leaned back in the chair and stroked his goatee, looking up at the black, empty sky. "Ah, what serendipity. It seems Lady Luck feels me ready to play yet another game." He smiled, not because he could feel happiness, but because it was a new game. New rules to learn and to break, as well as to invent. All the time and all the possibilities. Luxord, the Gambler of Fate, had returned from the bottom of the deck--a sleight of Fate's hand slipping him back on top of the pile.
Setting the remainder of the deck of cards on the improvised table, he swept his hand over them, spreading them out face-down in neat rows. As he randomly flipped cards, their face-up appearance now resembling those of Tarot cards, he nodded his head, and stopped after the thirteenth card. "So, Fortune's Wheel turns for the others as well. But not for all, though it seems She will turn theirs soon enough." As he stood up, the cards seemed to stack themselves up of their own accord before flying behind Luxord and disappearing, only for three to slip out of his sleeve and into his hand. As he plucked the middle card, the one on the left fell down, vanishing in a small poof of black smoke, while the card on the right vanished in a burst of light. With a quick movement of his fingers, the middle card disappeared, and he put his hand back to his chin. "What crude players--cutting the deck without all the players present. They have no understanding of the rules of engagement it seems."
As he began to walk towards the portal that lead to the Castle interior, he thought amusedly to himself, "And so the Wheels of Fate, Fortune, and Time turn in tandem. I wonder what hands they will deal all of us...and where their own will stop..."
Canons you own: N/A
Link to RP thread: Stranger in a Strange Land shadesofgrey.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=twilight&action=display&thread=49&page=1
Audition: {350 words minimum}
Silence perforated the still air on a balcony of The Castle That Never Was. A small card lay on the floor, which, in and of itself was nothing remarkable. But what was remarkable was that no less than a minute ago, that card had never been there. In fact, it had been quite some time since a card like that was even in existence. It had a strange clock-like design on the front, with each number from one to twelve in roman numerals forming a circle along the edges of the card, the roman numeral for thirteen in the center, and the minute and hour hands were elongated Nobody symbols lying just above the "XIII."
As if of their own accord, the hands on the card began to rapidly spin counter-clockwise, and the faster they spun, the larger the card grew. Suddenly, the hands stopped at "X" and remained there for a few moments before the card exploded in a flurry of smaller versions of itself. As they fluttered downward, the figure of a cloaked man could be made out between them. As the last card touched the floor, he pulled back his hood and ran his hand through his slicked-back hair.
With a flick of his wrist, the cards flew off of the ground and formed themselves into a deck in the palm of his hand. Taking his other hand, he slid a finger quickly across the top of the deck, sending a dozen cards flying, each creating the frames of a table and chair. Seating himself, he leaned back in the chair and stroked his goatee, looking up at the black, empty sky. "Ah, what serendipity. It seems Lady Luck feels me ready to play yet another game." He smiled, not because he could feel happiness, but because it was a new game. New rules to learn and to break, as well as to invent. All the time and all the possibilities. Luxord, the Gambler of Fate, had returned from the bottom of the deck--a sleight of Fate's hand slipping him back on top of the pile.
Setting the remainder of the deck of cards on the improvised table, he swept his hand over them, spreading them out face-down in neat rows. As he randomly flipped cards, their face-up appearance now resembling those of Tarot cards, he nodded his head, and stopped after the thirteenth card. "So, Fortune's Wheel turns for the others as well. But not for all, though it seems She will turn theirs soon enough." As he stood up, the cards seemed to stack themselves up of their own accord before flying behind Luxord and disappearing, only for three to slip out of his sleeve and into his hand. As he plucked the middle card, the one on the left fell down, vanishing in a small poof of black smoke, while the card on the right vanished in a burst of light. With a quick movement of his fingers, the middle card disappeared, and he put his hand back to his chin. "What crude players--cutting the deck without all the players present. They have no understanding of the rules of engagement it seems."
As he began to walk towards the portal that lead to the Castle interior, he thought amusedly to himself, "And so the Wheels of Fate, Fortune, and Time turn in tandem. I wonder what hands they will deal all of us...and where their own will stop..."
