1. Run: v.tr. To travel over on foot at a pace faster than a walk

[wizzard_plz]

Voice Post

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!

I'm going to die!

Oh shit!

Splash!

...

Maybe not.

Splash!

Oh. You're here, too.

[ooc: And welcome Rincewind to the City. He has just landed in the fountain, followed closely by the Luggage. For those who don't know the Luggage, it appears to be a rather battered wooden trunk. Until it stands up and you see hundreds of little human-ish feet.]

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[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[looks her over suspiciously but has no time to say anything before the Luggage interposes itself between him and the girl, giving an impression of bristling without any... well... any bristles]

... Right. What are you?

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*Tilts head, eyes narrowing slightly, then widening*

You have one, too? How delightful.

*From the shadows, Coffin scuttles on all eight? ten? legs, then rears up, clasping the first few sets of 'hands' together.*

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[eyes bug not just at Coffin, but at something behind Coffin. At the first indication of any interest in that, or any sign that the creepy girl isn't going to fall for it, he beats a hasty retreat to anywhere but there.

The Luggage pauses, radiating a confusion before stalking stiff-legged toward Coffin]

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*Coffin tilts, then goes down on all legs, moving towards Luggage, attempting to circle*

Do you sleep in yours?

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[Rincewind has hared around the corner without looking back, the slap slap of bare feet trailing behind him.

The Luggage ignores his fleeing master - that's how the two-legs stays alive, after all - rotates seamlessly, watching Coffin with a bemused air]

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*Rears up and takes out a cigarette, lights it and offers one to Luggage, attempting to look suave as the vampire appears in Ricewind's path while he flees*

Where are you go~oing?

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[shrieks like a girl and manages to change directions mid-step, turning ninety degrees and racing away without pause while back between the two bits of animate woodwork, Luggage has opened his lid to snap at the cigarette and very possibly Coffin's hand]

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*Backs up a bit and plucks a flower from a nearby planter, pressing one hand to the vicinity of what might be his chest, while the other offers a flower, bowing on a few knees. Girlycard, meanwhile, pops up again*

Why are you run~ning?

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[changes direction with a whimper, still running full tilt - he's clearly well-practiced at this

The Luggage snaps at the flower and hand, opening his lid for a moment to display teeth like inlaid slabs of ivory lining the top and bottom of the trunk]

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*Coffin jerks his hand back, but lets the flower be snapped, pressing one finger to the approximation of where a mouth might be, then going to all legs and opening his lid a bit, showing the shadowy interior*

I'm not going to eat you. Master forbade me to hunt.

*Girlycard replies, appearing at the other side of the running wizard*

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[keeps running, although it's starting to be more on instinct and habit than conscious thought

The Luggage shuffles forward, lid snapped fully closed again, and peers toward the opening]

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*The shadows swirl a bit, then settle into the interior of a plush coffin, oddly larger inside than it looks on the out*

Running makes me want to chase more, you realize.

*Says while appear in front of Rincewind*

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[the Luggage is unimpressed, opening its lid to display an interior that is bottomless blackness before snapping it closed and open again to display gold on velvet, then snapping and reopening to display Rincewind's clean laundry.

Rincewind has covered an impressive amount of distance for a man in a dress and stops, panting]

What... do... you... want?

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*Moves a bit closer, tentatively*

You have a nice box.

*Says sweetly*

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

That's not a nice box. That's the Luggage.

[watches Alucard warily, leaning over his knees, panting

the Luggage snaps his lid closed with a decisive and definitively toothy snap that doesn't encourage approach]

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*Coffin draws a little circle on the pavement with one fingertip, then hedges closer*

The Luggage? What is that?

*Watches the panting wizard and smirks*

You should not have run. I am a tame vampire.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

Tame vampire?

[Rincewind's voice rises with indredulity, cracking on the upper end]

No such thing.

[the Luggage takes an aggressive step forward, snapping its lid warningly at Coffin]

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*Pauses and sits up, slightly, crossing one arm over the other, fingers tapping where a chin might be, then, offers a hand*

Is too. I am blood bound by my human Master.

*Tilts his head*

And I think my Coffin likes your Luggage.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

Right. So you're only as harmless as your master.

[snaps its lid potentially on Coffin's hand]

My Luggage doesn't like anything. Except those female impersonators... And Twoflower... and...

[is highly disturbed by the prospect of sapient pearwood in love or lust or... maybe they wanted to share a potato]

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

Female impersonators?

*Tilts head and attempts to look winsome*

Coffin is persistent.

*As emphasized by Coffin retracting his hand once more and moving forward, lid slightly open*

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

In Fourecks.

The Luggage followed me across an ocean without a boat, into the Dungeon Dimensions, to Hell, and to the beginning of time. Is your coffin that persistent?

[the Luggage suddenly aggressively rushes Coffin for what would be a headbutt, if the Luggage actually had a head]

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

Something like that.

*Absently does a mincing box step*

Is your Luggage a girl?

*Coffin squares up and rushes towards Luggage as well, though leaping in the end to attempt to mount*

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[shudders at the creepiness that is Girlycard]

No. He's not. Why?

[the Luggage shoots forward, extraordinarily mobile on those hundreds of feet and turns to batter Coffin when it lands]

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*Coffin 'eeps' and attempts to duck and cover*

I'm not sure what gender my Coffin is. Though it matters little in preference of partner.

*Smiles sweetly at Rincewind, showing fangs*

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

P- Partner?

[looks back toward where he ran from, horrible images of two pieces of "furniture" sharing potatoes without him]

But the Luggage isn't like that. It usually just eats people.

[unaware of its owner's potato and sex confusion, the Luggage tenaciously pursues Coffin "head" down in focused aggression]