11-16-2004, 05:47 AM
What....? Who.....? But how? Had it truely seen and felt what it thought it had? How could anything be in there? Like that? Had it seen him? Felt him? The only one he'd ever known to be able to exist in the dark dimension for any extended period of time was Tandy, and she was worlds away at this point.
But then what had he seen? Who had he seen? Had some vampire somehow gotten trapped? It had no life energy to drain away and thus might not be affected, but....... Should it tell the others? What would it tell them? How could it possibly explain? How did he even know it was worth mentioning? Was...whoever...that was hostile? Benign? Would that someone attack? How would they attack? How could they attack?
It had already withdrawn from the folds of itself in much haste and now stood uncertain. What would it do? What could it do? What should it do? If it was a threat, then they should be forwarned. But if it wasn't it might just distract them from thier goal. Should it go back and find out one way or the other? Did it have enough left to? Yes?
No.
No. It had to tell them, let them know, help them become aware. But how? By wrapping itself around on if it's companions and feeding the information directly to them? No. Such an action would be intrusive. Dirt. The ground here was not paved like it was back in New York. Perhaps a stick could be found and letters traced? But it had no eyes with which to see what it wrote. It began to billow slowly as it became slightly frustrated, giving off the impression of being caught in a light breeze.
It could have just wrapped itself around Jennifer if it were home, or even around Strange's apprentice if it had been in the doctor's care. She was nice. And pretty, if not a bit uncertain of herself. But did it not question itself now just as she often did? Yes? No? Yes. Yes it was, though it could afford to no longer. It had to let them know. Within the confines of itself it twisted and pulled and stretched, forming what appeared to be a gloved hand which slowly emerged from the shadowy veil near what would have been it's waistline.
Continuing to cautiously extend this part of itself, it circled around in front of those left standing near it, turning as it did so in order to keep the now outstreched hand towards them at all times. It could only hope that one of them would take it within their own and give him the contact it needed to relay it's message. It truely did not want to force itself upon another. Not after what had happened last time.
But then what had he seen? Who had he seen? Had some vampire somehow gotten trapped? It had no life energy to drain away and thus might not be affected, but....... Should it tell the others? What would it tell them? How could it possibly explain? How did he even know it was worth mentioning? Was...whoever...that was hostile? Benign? Would that someone attack? How would they attack? How could they attack?
It had already withdrawn from the folds of itself in much haste and now stood uncertain. What would it do? What could it do? What should it do? If it was a threat, then they should be forwarned. But if it wasn't it might just distract them from thier goal. Should it go back and find out one way or the other? Did it have enough left to? Yes?
No.
No. It had to tell them, let them know, help them become aware. But how? By wrapping itself around on if it's companions and feeding the information directly to them? No. Such an action would be intrusive. Dirt. The ground here was not paved like it was back in New York. Perhaps a stick could be found and letters traced? But it had no eyes with which to see what it wrote. It began to billow slowly as it became slightly frustrated, giving off the impression of being caught in a light breeze.
It could have just wrapped itself around Jennifer if it were home, or even around Strange's apprentice if it had been in the doctor's care. She was nice. And pretty, if not a bit uncertain of herself. But did it not question itself now just as she often did? Yes? No? Yes. Yes it was, though it could afford to no longer. It had to let them know. Within the confines of itself it twisted and pulled and stretched, forming what appeared to be a gloved hand which slowly emerged from the shadowy veil near what would have been it's waistline.
Continuing to cautiously extend this part of itself, it circled around in front of those left standing near it, turning as it did so in order to keep the now outstreched hand towards them at all times. It could only hope that one of them would take it within their own and give him the contact it needed to relay it's message. It truely did not want to force itself upon another. Not after what had happened last time.