!qQigT1sixA 03/12/12(Mon)22:37 No.18305201|
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You see, Geppetto was not happy with his spirits. The callousness of one particular Spirit of Man had nearly cost Dervish his head, and had in fact already cost him part of it, if not the whole. Dervish seemed to be mostly back to normal, but the high-caliber rifle round jiggling around in his skull was a serious reminder that all was not well on the Astral Plane.
Geppetto traveled to the plane of his Mentor Spirit, Adversary. Adversary manifested as his doppelganger, cruel and pale and eerily beautiful. The two eyed each other for a brief moment, and then Geppetto posed his request: he wanted his spirits to be properly obedient.
Adversary grinned, revealing thin, sharp teeth, and chuckled deeply. It promised Geppetto that his spirits would follow his every whim to the letter and the--pardon the pun--spirit, whatever he wished, if he would but allow Adversary a small...service.
Anything, Geppetto said.
Adversary made his offer thusly: It had been so long since he, a spirit of innumerably high force, had smelled the human refuse on the material plane, had tasted their rancid air...and, why, Geppetto really had no purpose for sleep anymore, being a banshee, no? Adversary wanted--needed--an avatar, and if Geppetto could just sleep nightly as normal, then he would be returned to his bed, unharmed, by morning, and all would be as it should be as far as he was concerned. A pittance, really. Like a time-share on life.