The Shunned Place--A Musebox

theshunnedplace @ 2019-07-02T19:42:00

2019-07-03T05:43:36Z

Posted by: mordredeschain

Today, if that has meaning in such things, a world was born. Today, somewhere, a rose began to sing.

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Because I'm bored and writing intros for this guy is a pleasure

2019-02-22T23:03:05Z

Posted by: a_nancy

*A little old man has appeared near you. When he passes by you can feel an African heat for just a moment, and hear a snatch of song. Something cheerful and good for dancing to. Why, he's even walking in a sort of dancing shuffle to the beat of his own song.

*Care to join in?*

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theshunnedplace @ 2019-01-17T20:50:00

2019-01-18T06:58:17Z

Posted by: lastest_ringbearer

*He does not sleep the sleep of the just, this one. He can barely sleep at all. But the creature that was once Smeagol Trahald of the River Folk is resting at least, though his thoughts are ugly and sorrowful things.* Splash us and bash us, gollum, it's not fair! Nassssty hobbitses get all the glory, yesss, when we get the job done and only ruin to ssshow for it! Sss, no, not fair at all, gollum.

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Job Training

2017-12-08T04:53:09Z

Posted by: mordredeschain

*Once Mordred has a bit of time to spare he walks through his Door into the Nexus and finds his way to the warehouse. He's been getting awful hungry again, and this seems the best way to keep from hurting anyone he likes.*

Is sai Shadow in? I could stand to chat with the fellow jin-jin, I'm sure that he kens why.

*He sits down to wait for the other's arrival.*

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theshunnedplace @ 2017-10-08T13:37:00

2017-10-09T00:01:19Z

Posted by: mordredeschain

*On the other side of the Nexus door is a strange and ancient building. Doors to five hundred whens and wheres stud the walls, complete with travel agency-style posters. The broken remains of robots older than civilizations are scattered around, along with dessicated corpses and skeletons that would turn to dust if you touched them.

*Mordred smiles.* Welcome to my birthplace. I could show ya the beds where my mothers lay, iffen ya liked. Probably best we not, mind--but it would be good ta go ta the security station. Best ta check that we're really alone.

*He heads dauntlessly in the right direction, following a favorite memory to the room he seeks.*

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theshunnedplace @ 2017-09-20T23:20:00

2017-09-21T09:25:57Z

Posted by: mordredeschain

*A young man is watching you. His expression is tired but his blue eyes are keen, and his shadow seems to have a few too many limbs. There's a hunger to him as well, something cruel and unnerving, yet it's hard not to pity him a little. For he shivers, you see, and wears naught but rags, and he looks more than a little lost.*

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