Post by Cirrus on Oct 19, 2010 11:20:58 GMT -5
"Odd place."
A tall man, 6ft 4 to be exact, was ambling without purpose along the streets of Noro Island. He was commenting on the fact that the local people had odd shaped heads.
"Could it be a medical phenomenon?" he muttered. The doctor may have been on to something.
"I shall call it...Noro Syndrome. But what of the symptoms?" this man was seriously considering an odd trait to be a disease. But alas, such is the beauty of curiousity. The man adjusted his clothing, and continued on his way.
Up ahead, a large crowd was forming. Some danger seemed to be ailing the poor people, as many screams of anguish could be heard from the centre of the group.
"What's going on here?"
The man ran to the crowd.
"Excuse me, what is wrong with your heads?"
Obviously, he had more pressing matters to deal with. The question had been directed at young boy, as everyone else was busy with the trauma that had gathered them all there. The boy's head was shaped like the profile of a block of flats.
"Sorry mister! Mama says I shouldn't talk to strangers." the boy turned back around, struggling to see what all the fuss was about. He turned around again.
"What's wrong with your head? It doesn't look like a house!"
The man adjusted his jacket again in frustration.
So that's it. Their heads are all the shapes of houses. Interesting. But why?
"My name is Dylan Callum Wolf. I'm a doctor. Why is everyone gathered here?"
The boy's bright demeanor dimmed instantly at the question.
"Papa's gone missing." he stuttered. "F-f-frillybeard took him." the boy welled up with tears.
Dylan felt no empathy.
"B-b-but that's not the worst of it! Ponyo's dead! My big brother's dead!"
"Oh." Dylan's voice was devoid of emotion. He didn't feel any empathy for the boy, but he wanted to find out more.
"What's your name?" asked Dylan.
"Pico. Pico Picassa." sniffed Pico.
"Well Pico, I promise I will find this Frillybeard and make him pay for what he's done. No boy should have to suffer the death of a sibling."
With this, Dylan barged through the crowd to see the centre of attention.
Ponyo's body.
It was mangled. Distorted in a way that wasn't natural. The lad, no older than 17 was clearly dead. Parts of his spinal cord was sticking out from his back. A grusome sight to behold.
"Spinal fracture. Bruises to the head and chest. Broken legs." Dylan noted the causes of death.
"I guess I shouldn't have been to hasty." he smiled, and rubbed the back of his head. He walked out of the crowd, and continued on his way. Dylan Wolf was looking for something. The Wolf Doctor was on the prowl.
A tall man, 6ft 4 to be exact, was ambling without purpose along the streets of Noro Island. He was commenting on the fact that the local people had odd shaped heads.
"Could it be a medical phenomenon?" he muttered. The doctor may have been on to something.
"I shall call it...Noro Syndrome. But what of the symptoms?" this man was seriously considering an odd trait to be a disease. But alas, such is the beauty of curiousity. The man adjusted his clothing, and continued on his way.
Up ahead, a large crowd was forming. Some danger seemed to be ailing the poor people, as many screams of anguish could be heard from the centre of the group.
"What's going on here?"
The man ran to the crowd.
"Excuse me, what is wrong with your heads?"
Obviously, he had more pressing matters to deal with. The question had been directed at young boy, as everyone else was busy with the trauma that had gathered them all there. The boy's head was shaped like the profile of a block of flats.
"Sorry mister! Mama says I shouldn't talk to strangers." the boy turned back around, struggling to see what all the fuss was about. He turned around again.
"What's wrong with your head? It doesn't look like a house!"
The man adjusted his jacket again in frustration.
So that's it. Their heads are all the shapes of houses. Interesting. But why?
"My name is Dylan Callum Wolf. I'm a doctor. Why is everyone gathered here?"
The boy's bright demeanor dimmed instantly at the question.
"Papa's gone missing." he stuttered. "F-f-frillybeard took him." the boy welled up with tears.
Dylan felt no empathy.
"B-b-but that's not the worst of it! Ponyo's dead! My big brother's dead!"
"Oh." Dylan's voice was devoid of emotion. He didn't feel any empathy for the boy, but he wanted to find out more.
"What's your name?" asked Dylan.
"Pico. Pico Picassa." sniffed Pico.
"Well Pico, I promise I will find this Frillybeard and make him pay for what he's done. No boy should have to suffer the death of a sibling."
With this, Dylan barged through the crowd to see the centre of attention.
Ponyo's body.
It was mangled. Distorted in a way that wasn't natural. The lad, no older than 17 was clearly dead. Parts of his spinal cord was sticking out from his back. A grusome sight to behold.
"Spinal fracture. Bruises to the head and chest. Broken legs." Dylan noted the causes of death.
"I guess I shouldn't have been to hasty." he smiled, and rubbed the back of his head. He walked out of the crowd, and continued on his way. Dylan Wolf was looking for something. The Wolf Doctor was on the prowl.