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well, sarcy was getting quite skilled at conjuration- what with all the gift baskets and everything. in the end, he settled for making something to call his own. he wanted something that would define him.
for hours, he spent conjuring countless objects, trying to find the perfect design. he eventually settled on it, several days later. it had been a week of trial and error but he finally had the base of it all. it was a small coffin like wood structure. it was not just small, but so small that it could hang around his neck and the maximum that would fit inside would be a mouse. he then conjured a small piece of crumpled vanilla paper, along with a black pen and a white crayon. he spent the next hour perfecting a kindergarten level skull on the small piece of paper before he glued it on. yes, glued it on.
it was a masterpiece in his eyes, and the only thing of actual nice quality was the little coffin structure and the thin strip of leather he attached it to so that it hung from his neck. as he got closer to camp so he could show it off, of course, he noticed something rather strange. small amounts of purple smoke was escaping from the door of the little coffin. of course, sarcy being sarcy didn't think anything of it. pfff- purple smoke flying out of the coffin you just conjured isn't suspicious at all~!
he reached camp after a few more minutes of walking, ready to show off his invention he was rather proud of. until, of course, it started speaking. [glow=#a34cae,5,300]"hmFP- flerghaberg.. shloop." [/glow]and then, and only then, he realized something was up. "what the f-ck.." he glanced down, sitting down on his ass so he could examine the purple spewing coffin.[glow=#a34cae,5,300] "EEEEK! DON'T TOUCH ME!"[/glow] it's door flapped open dramatically with what it said, hitting sarcy with a face full of shock. his coffin had just talked. "why are you talking? shUT UP." he was quickly over the shock, frustration hitting him next- just with how the coffin was acting.
[glow=#a34cae,5,300]"YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"[/glow] it screeched, clinking around slightly in his grip. "I PUT YOU IN THIS WORLD, I CAN TAKE YOU OUT." he shot back, bringing his face close to glare at it- only to get smacked in the face not with an emotion but with the door flapping open. [glow=#a34cae,5,300]"-OW MY NOse!"[/glow] it quieted down at the end, only fumbling around slightly less now, continuing to spew the oddly colored smoke. "motherf-cker.." sarcy muttered as he rubbed his own nose, glaring at the object. most npcs had deserted the open area of the camp, frightened by the smoking coffin or the fact that it's owner was having a conversation with it. and that it was replying.
//yep so summary: sarcy spent a week practicing his conjuring ability, conjured a coffin and stuck a piece of paper on it and walked into camp. and then it started spewing purple smoke and talking and now he's arguing with it. don't you just love him?
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