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-Contact- has a minion!

Minion the Gooli




-Contact-
Legacy Name: -Contact-


The Graveyard Illumis
Owner: Barghest

Age: 12 years, 11 months, 2 weeks

Born: April 10th, 2011

Adopted: 9 years, 5 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: October 15th, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 53
     
  • Strength: 40
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 19
     
  • HP: 19/19
     
  • Intelligence: 2
     
  • Books Read: 2
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Stock Worker


  • Contact- Noun. The act or state of touching; a touching or meeting, as of two things or people.

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    You tightly pull the hood of your rain coat down on your face as you sprint down the side of the busy city street, desperately seeking a place to escape from the rain. Your daily walk to Get Mugged has been interrupted by a sudden storm, and your poor coffee is now ruined from being watered down. Not within walking distance from home, you're simply hoping to find a warm shop to wait out the downpour and maybe do a bit of impromptu shopping.

    Your requirements are met by a small, rustic looking building near the end of the main city block. It's a rather odd construction,old-fashioned architecture melding in with the more modern building materials. You barely have time to think on this though, and barrel through the shabby wooden door, causing a sign scrabbled with strange foreign writing to nearly fly off it's hook.

    The open and airy room inside is a complete change from your previous environment outside. Your soggy rain boots cause a persistent squeaking on the wooden tile floor, and your nose is met with the smell of drying paint. Near the doorway, a series of paintings are lined up neatly, most of them the type depicting abstract scenes that would only make sense to the artist responsible for them. The style and brush strokes are all relatively consistent, and you assume they where probably all painted by the same person.

    Then, with this, you suddenly realize: The place you've stumbled into isn't a shop, but someone's private art studio, and you're intruding. Blushing with embarrassment, you turn to leave, but as you do a figure whips around a corner behind you from another room. You glance back to see a rather modest-looking brown Paralix with his mane pulled back into a tight ponytail. He appears to be as surprised to see you as you him, but then after a moment he jumps up and grabs a mop off the wall nearby. You duck and hide your eyes, fearful of being hit, but when you look again the Paralix is busily wiping up the rain water and mud stains left on the floor from your boots. To your relief, he doesn't seem to be terribly upset, though you're still not able to get a good read on him. He makes a tired tsking sound and then stares up at you with a sleepy but not unfriendly gaze.

    "Oh dear, what a mess. It's raining hard, isn't it?"

    Feeling a bit more welcome, you nod strongly, and then with the Paralix's shrug of approval, hang your raincoat on a coat hook nearby.

    "I'm sorry that everything's so scattered, I need to clean up more often. ...Would you like to come have tea with us? We're in the middle of a project, but we're getting ready to take a break."

    You sigh and look down at your half empty coffee cup, which has mostly turned to water. Then, smiling, you accept. After all, it seems to be the polite thing to do, and you still haven't had your caffeine today. You follow the Paralix to a back room which appears to be his main work space, with even more paintings of the same persuasion lying around, largely yet unfinished works. In the center of the room, sitting perfectly still and rigid on a stool, is a creature you nearly mistake for a statue at first. You soon realize however that it's no work of art, but a living and breathing Sunbeam, apparently the subject of the Paralix's current painting. At the sight of the two of you, she drops her fake smile and scowls with boredom.

    "Fei, how much longer do I have to sit like this? First you make me stand in place for two hours, then you wander off and come back with a random stranger and leave me here by myself. Why, I ought to make you-"

    The Paralix suddenly laughs, his eyes gleaming. "You can take a break now, Elly. Our guest here just needs a place to get out of the rain and warm up. We'll finish this later."

    She nods in acceptance and stumbles wearily down from the stool, stretching and yawning. After taking a second or two to get her bearings, she happily runs over and leaps up on the Paralix's head. Observing their gentle, harmless bickering, as well as their affectionate and touchy-feely interactions with each other, it becomes clear to you that this is a rather close young couple. You start to feel like you're trespassing again, this time on their privacy. However, before you can object, the Paralix turns to speak to you again.

    "I apologize, I should have introduced myself before. My name is Fei Fong Wong, and this is my girlfriend Elhaym VanHouten, Elly for short. If you don't mind, I'll go and fix that tea I promised now. You can look around at things if you want, but don't touch anything, please."

    With that, the two of them head off, leaving you behind to wait. Only vaguely interested, you poke around at the various assortment of half-done paintings lying around. Much like the ones in the front, they seem to all be abstract and absurd scenarios set in alien landscapes. Being able to examine them better now, you realize that they appear to be representations of a vivid, strange andoften depressing world which is probably not Subeta, but perhaps some fantastic construct of the Paralix's imagination.

    After going through most of the collection, a canvas set out in front of the subject stool catches your attention, and you realize that this must be the after-mentioned project the two had been working on before your arrival. The painting is only a third of the way finished, but already it seems much different then the rest. It is, as you would expect, of the Sunbeam named Elly. However, it lacks the distinctive weirdness of the others, and thus seems rather plain in comparison. Despite this, the Paralix's passion is quite clear, something which stands out as endearing to you.

    Stepping back to get the whole image, you notice the painting has a strange quality to it you can't quite put your finger on, even after a few minutes of trying to figure it out. Suddenly, you are overtaken by a nauseating but familiar feeling, the same sensation of trespassing from before- but this time, tenfold. You feel almost sick to your stomach, and have to step back and hide your eyes. Just like the rain from earlier, the negative energy pours down on you full force, and as you stand in a halfway doubled-over position covering your face with your hands, you hear a small, faint voice whisper to you.

    I am Alpha and Omega,

    The Beginning and the End,

    The First and the Last.

    Fright keeping you in your current, slightly demeaning position, you feel as though you've stumbled across something you shouldn't have, as though you've crossed a boundary. You aren't sure how long you're in this crippled state, as time seems to almost slow down, but before long you're woken out of it by the scent of an exotic, foreign spice you don't recognize. Opening your eyes, you see the Paralix balancing a tea tray on one hand, and the Sunbeam still perched on his head. They both look confused and concerned for your well-being, and begin to pelt you with questions. Dazed, you wave dismissively and blame it on your asthma. To your surprise, both of them take this explanation and the three of you sit down on a blanket on the floor to have your tea.

    In contrast to before, time seems to fly. The duo seem content to talk about all the obvious; life in the city, the rain, tea preparation, their relationship. You try to pay attention, but your mind keeps wandering back to the strange events of earlier. It comes to your attention that something is not quite as normal about the situation as they are making it out to be, but you don't want to be a snoop and decide not to say anything. As soon as you finish your third cup, you hastily thank them for their courtesy and are on your way. Though you hate to be rude, you feel disturbed by the events of the day and are happy to be going.

    The sun is coming out from behind the clouds as you walk out the door, lifting your mood and somewhat helping you to recover. Then, something makes you turn around briefly and look at the sign hanging from the door you neglected to pay attention to before. A cold chill goes down your spine as the letters, so enigmatic before, suddenly form together in a language you understand. Etched in the ancient looking wood bored, a message forms.

    The -Contact- dwells here. Enter at own risk, or prepare to face the bizarre and unexpected.

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