The Forgotten- Semi-Lit Roleplay. [Now open for posting!]

[crimsonmansion]

Joke turned from the window to gaze at Sonja with eyes full of mischief; slipping a hand into her pocket and pulling out a wooden tube like object before bringing it up to her lips in a fluid motion and blowing into it...it was a duck call. QUAAACK QUACK! She blew it at Sonja like a raspberry before the quacking turned into muffled quack-giggles. "Shame, shame is not my name. Give me a pickle my dearest tickle!" With that said she extended her arms like an airplane and made a loud 'Zoooooooooooom' noise as she ran towards the post office door...straight at Madeava.

Joke was moving in for the tackle hug...

Christolph meanwhile had a rather sad expression on his face that was filled with guilt. He felt bad for shocking David like that, but he honestly had no other choice once Joke was out of the bag. He was deeply glad that Max sat down by him...humans could comfort each other much better than he could. Instead he turned towards Hunter and spoke quietly. "Vot are ve going to do? Joke tells me that it is the year two thousand eleven...und that I 'ave been asleep for vone hundred und twenty years...but I don't remember going into hibernation, nor being avoken. Vhy are ve all here?" Since Joke and Christolph had not spoken about such things vocally, it could be assumed that they had been conversing since her arrival mentally.

[Tatterdemalion]

Madeava reeled backwards at the sound of the duck call, a noise she was usually very used to. A duck call coming from a human - if she even was one - though, was not at all normal. Her back bumped into the wall and a sense of claustrophobia sprung up inside her. This was practically the end of the world, she was sure of it. She was trapped in a strange world and now trapped in their post office with a bunch of maniacs.
A frightened squeaking sound escaped her partially open mouth, which was twisted up into an almost grimace. The girl was coming at her, with that obnoxious sound only serving to worsen Madeava's state of panic. She was going to be killed! Or something far worse, she was certain of that. With more squeakish noises, she dodged out of the way, tripping over her own feet and crawling along the floor at a rapid pace. Like a frightened rabbit, she was desperate for a place to hide, and that empty box would do well enough. She scrambled up inside it and curled herself up in the nearest corner, burying her face in her knees.

[crimsonmansion]

As Joke went zooming towards Madeava for the tackle hug, the girl evaded her with the zigzag motions of a rabbit! The harlequin had shut her eyes just as she was closing in, and ended up tackling the door instead; splatting up against it with a squish and an "Owwzies" before her body slowly lowered to the ground...now properly stunned. Christolph barely paid any attention to his 'injured' friend, he knew she would bounce back in no time. There was however, something else in the box....something that couldn't get out of his predicament without a bit of help...

A small black fuzzy head poked up out of the crate's shavings and looked at Madeava with what could only be described as sympathy...that is if you could deduce such an emotion from a weasel's face. Blinking several times and wiggling his nose, the weasel shuffled over to the girl and gave out a little cute squeak. He didn't have to do much to look absolutely adorable (with those widdle ears, kissable nose, ebony fur, and soft fuzzy white underbelly), but Jibbers did attempt to look as harmless as possible. He was a gentleman after all, and wouldn't dream of harming a lady. He assumed from the noise above that his master had frightened this poor human girl, and that she wasn't the only victim. Being the spirit of a human himself now trapped in the body of this confounded creature and familiar to such a beastly prankster like Joke, Jibbers took pity on Madeava.

OOC:: I just laughed so hard! This is what Jibbers looks like: HERE

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Sonja placed her head in her hands for a moment, wishing she could slow time, tie Joke up, and possibly gag the harlequin with something. "Would you all please be quiet!" With these words, she stuck two fingers into her mouth and let out a piercing whistle. "Joke, stop it, you're frightening the poor girl. Max, would you please walk David home? I need a word with all the non-humans here. Now."

[Terra Dragon]

((Yeah um... I'm sorry guys, but, I'm just quitting RPing, I mean, even if the RP is wonderful, I just lose interest and I have to really make myself try to ever post, and it's not fun anymore, and so.. Yeah. Feel free to contact me on my chat, tho. L;ink should be in my sig.))

((As much as I looove this RP, tis lulzy, I just... *shrugs* Sorry, I'm sad to leave guys. Bai~))

[Tatterdemalion]

((Aww, bummer, but yeah I know how it is. I've dropped out of a few RPs for the reason too.))

A small yelp escaped Madeava's frown fallen mouth as whatever it was began to move from inside the packaging. There was something in the box with her. Without much thought she crawled into the corner she felt was farthest from whatever it was. She had not even bothered to look, once again burying her face in her knees and hoping it would leave her alone.
Nothing happened though, which made her all the more curious. She slowly looked over her crossed arms, having to brush the hair from her face. It was not a person or even some form of humanoid, which she was very thankful for. Madeava got on with animals hundreds of times better than she ever did with people. Even still she took a moment to just watch the little thing, recognizing him instantly as a weasel. They were common enough back home, though usually gave her plenty of trouble by going after the chickens. Seeing that the cute little thing wasn't intending to harm her in any way, Madeava timidly extended her hand towards him, not able to help the almost childish impulse to stroke the soft looking fur.

((I swear, Madeava will actually start interacting with people... eventually.))

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Sonja walked away from Joke and peered into the box, frowning regretfully at the girl. "I'm terribly sorry," she said softly, "Things here get a little hectic at times. I'm sure you'll get used to it." Then her eyes fell upon the weasel and she whistled softly. "That's one heck of a curse," she said to him. "Did Joke do this to you?"

[Mercurian]

((Such a adorable weasel!! ^^))
Hunter squinted at the seemingly harmless weasel. Such a strange smell!! He had only smelled that once before...it was the smell of a cursed human stuck in a animalistic (?) body. This Jibbers...what had he done to deserve such punishment? Did he even do anything wrong?
He snorted at the frightened human. THIS was the reason why animals were regarded as lower level, as things to hunt down and persecute. Scared humans to afraid to live in a world where they aren't top dog! Although then again...that human-Madeava, was it?-was petting the weasel, seemingly less afraid of him than the human world. How abnormal.
Tearing his gaze away from Madeava, he glanced at the dazed Joke before turning to Christolph. "Dunno. But I don't think it's a coincidence, considering the strange circumstances in which we all came. Even Joke, although I think it was of her own will. Was it? And the weasel. Jibbers. He is a [whatever the term is-i don't know! D:]. Did you know about this?"