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For a Good Time, Text Callista

Somewhere in the city, scrawled across a graffiti-ridden brick wall was that stupid phrase along with her phone number. A sudden barrage of dick pics and texts had alerted her something was up, but it wasn’t until someone sent her a picture of the words did she realize someone out there was a huge douche. Callista wasn’t exactly a social butterfly sure, and occasionally she’d forget tone was important when shooting down plans, but did she really deserve to have her number given out to the whole city?

On a whim, she replied to one of the more harmless looking texts. It wasn’t all genital selfies and occasionally there’d be a text asking a random question about what bars to visit or even just a lonely person wanting someone to talk to for the night. Turns out, Callista was an ace at suggesting just the right place for evening plans. She wasn’t so bad at giving advice or just being there with encouraging words when someone venting out their life’s problems, either. When her own life went down the crapper – she lost her job, her apartment, had to drop out of school and start living in her car – Callista at least felt pretty good about the anonymous strangers she helped via text.

If she’d known the sorts of people she was replying too, maybe she wouldn’t have been so quick to answer them.

That morning started off like most of her mornings, these days. Callista got out of her car and dropped into the local coffee shop to order something cheap, but edible and then wash herself up in the bathroom. Once seated by a window, she used the free wi-fi to search for jobs on her laptop. There were so many available, it should’ve have been a problem to find one. Even just a part time gig in a fast food joint would’ve been, but Callista was having the worst luck getting someone to hire her. Positions were always filled or her interview would get trashed. The past year had been such a nightmare that sometimes she thought about tipping herself off the bridge right into the river.

Of course she wasn’t going to. But the thought was always there.

Her phone buzzing on the table perked her up, though. The chances of it being a call-back about one of her applications was nil at this point, and it could always be another sad looking penis, but one of those weird random texts would at least be a highlight for her day. Callista plucked her phone up and thumbed to her messages to see what fate had in store for her.

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Characters: Modern Fantasy Characters: Modern Realistic

Sissy Kinsley Kensington

16 Years Old, Highschool Sophomore

A super shy dweeb that has a hard time meeting and talking to new people. She tends to get obsessed with her interests and doesn’t really make an effort to put herself out there.

Really loves puzzles, mostly tabletop puzzles.

Dresses in baggy frumpy clothing because she’s too insecure (and poor) to try dressing in the super cute girly styles she wants to.

LOVES animals and is always feeding and making friends with strays.

Really into dumpster diving, garage sale hunting, and looking for treasures in unexpected places.

Her parents never let her go out and do anything, but not because they’re over protective. They just don’t want to have to keep track of her or do anything themselves.

After being invited to her very first party, she now knows a grand total of 3 people!

This party also came with her being gifted a thousand bucks. Sissy is currently saving it until she can figure out what to do with it.

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Characters: Modern Fantasy Characters: Modern Realistic

Jasmine Harris Toulouse

24 year old graduate with a Bachelor’s Degree in Library Science.

She actually started out thinking she wanted to be a doctor but found out very quickly that she doesn’t do well under severe pressure. Jasmine then tried veterinary science, thinking if it’s animals it’d be a little easier, but dealing with dead animals was even harder! After a bit of fumbling she landed on library science. Jasmine loves a good library and bad scary things never happen in libraries.

Jasmine comes from a small town family and is the first to actually go to college and graduate. They are a family of simple wholesome peoples. Her middle name is after her grandpa.

She loves the holidays, playing badminton, adores bird watching, and enjoys watching baking shows (but not doing any baking herself because she’s super bad at it). She really wants to travel and go to fancy places, but she has a mountain of loans to pay off. Her favorite color is blue, favorite season is winter, and favorite drink is spiced chai tea latte. She never drinks because she can’t handle it, but she’ll accept a champagne or pink wine. Jasmine hates horror movies, eating fish, is allergic to peanuts, and can’t stand being called “Jazzy”.

Her exboyfriend helped eat up all of her savings through being a lazy loaf and spending cash on wild whims or ideas that never took off. After one too many unfortunate incidents, she broke up with him, swearing to never date again! Jasmine managed to graduate with honors once he was no longer getting her into trouble.

Turns out there’s not a lot of open positions in libraries though. At present, Jasmine is working as a coffee barista as she continues to put in her applications to jobs where she can apply her degree. No regrets! Through this job, she met Valerian and life has been delightful. Who knew you could meet true love just by mangling his name on his coffee cup. (Va- Vuh- Valerie? Order up for a Valerie?)

FUN FACT: Jasmine was not actually invited directly to this big fancy Christmas party. It was her strange and mysterious neighbor. Alas, the neighbor has a “family emergency” and couldn’t make it, and gave her ticket to Jasmine. This might be the coolest thing that has ever happened to Jasmine!

Jasmine is 5’2″ with long dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. She snorts when she laughs too hard and then gets embarrassed.

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Characters: Modern Fantasy

Brienne Dobrev

A natural born habitual story teller and liar. Lying was never done out of malice, it was just because a complex story was so much more interesting than reality. So even as a teenager, when she talked about things or explained a situation, it was always exaggerated or fluffed out with events that never actually happened. Because she’s charismatic, all of her stories are believable. She was very popular and well-liked and fed off of all the attention.

One night she was lured away by a fae. Basically one of her tall tales became her reality, and it seemed like the most amazing thing ever until it turned into a nightmare. It felt like many many many years, where she was expected to tell stories. If the story was good, she was rewarded. If it was dull, she was invisible to everyone around her.

She doesn’t really remember or understand how she escaped. She told one really amazing, well received story. She was released? She met someone? And then she was home?

She returned home to find a fetch in her place, and it hadn’t been longer than a month or so. In a fit she killed her fetch, and tried to resume her life like nothing had ever happened. But her family treated her differently, and when she tried to fix it, somehow she’d woven disaster after disaster for her family. At one point one of her tales nearly led a family member to their death. She had a mental break and the fam sent her to an institution. It was there she realized she couldn’t go back to her family as it was just a new kind of torture. As soon as she was cleared to leave, she basically told her fam she was leaving and then ran away from home.

She is presently with the freehold, and has set herself up as someone who helps changelings set up a new life. Since she weaves stories, it’s a very easy and natural thing for her to do.

Spring court
fairest seeming

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Characters: Modern Realistic

Hiromi Fujimoto

Hiromi Fujimoto

Grandmother is Hinata Fujimoto, that owns the Macho Cafe.

Hiromi is a student soon to graduate

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Characters: Modern Realistic

Ruby Antoinette St. James

Ruby Antoinette St. James

5’5″, long ginger red hair, blue eyes, flawless skin. Generally wears matching suit sets, classic with a touch vintage glamour. Owns a couple leather pieces because every woman should (a nice leather jacket and a pair of pants) but she never wears them.

An uptight, control freak perfectionist. Ruby needs to have everything go exactly as she plans it. Everything has to be perfect. She has no room for anything less than what she wants. When things don’t go her way she gets increasingly frustrated and loses her wits.

Growing up Ruby was that dorky “unattractive” girl, with the braces, wild uncontrollable hair, hand-me-down fashion, and all scrawny awkward limbs. She was in the literature club, orchestra, and drama and spent most of her time trying to be the absolute best at everything to make up for the fact that she felt completely inferior to everyone else around her.

It wasn’t until after highschool that Ruby figured herself out, the kind of person she wanted to be and what she wanted to do with her life. That confidence (combined with finally growing out of that awkward phase) turned Ruby into one spicy hot college co-ed. Unfortunately, her lack of experience with recognizing obvious warning signs landed her in a series of terrible relationships. Most were par for the course. but one particularly abusive relationship really messed her up. She tried dating again a few times after, but has since decided men are the enemy.

Ruby presently writes self-help books targeted towards women and helping them get control and joy back into their lives. She’s incredibly successful on the tour circuits.

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Characters: Modern Fantasy Characters: Modern Realistic

Daisy Barclay

30 Years Old

Mom died when she and her older sister were just tiny kids, leaving them with Cop Father. Dad was a well respected figure in their small town. Older sister took up the role of responsible mother figure. Daisy was a precocious and active kid, but being a cop’s daughter stopped being cool in middleschool when most kids were trying to rebel against authority.

In highschool Daisy fell into a social group that (on the surface) seemed like good kids — they got good grades and had good reputations — but had a secret lifestyle of getting into trouble. Usually it was just experimenting with drugs and some light vandalism. Daisy participated sometimes too just to prove she was cool and not a nark. She ended up catching the attention of their dealer, this super smart, super charming older dude. Their flirting turned into this two year on again off again train wreck. Daisy was too young to recognize how the guy was trying to groom her, too stubborn to listen to her sister’s warnings, and so full of teen arrogance that she was grown enough to handle her own business. Her grades tanked, her relationship with her Dad and Sister suffered.

In one particularly fight, not even one of the worst or nasty ones, he was trying to get her to do something she didn’t want to do and he shouted out a threat that finally just pissed her off. Out of vanity and spite she wanted to prove she could hurt him too, so she called up her dad. Daisy thought the boyfriend would just end up in jail (he’d been there once or twice for short periods already even while they dated), but the scuffle ended up with her dad shot. He spent two weeks in the hospital before he died and the boyfriend skipped town never to be seen again.

Daisy dropped off the planet for about a year (bumming with what few friends she still had), leaving her sister to handle the funeral, selling off the house, etc. At this point the sister had been in college in England for awhile and had a fiance. When she finally tracked down Daisy, she convinced the girl to move out to England as well with promises that she’d help her finish school and get into college.

Though Daisy never really dealt with the death of her father and still internalizes the guilt, she’s now leading a somewhat-successful life. She has her own flat (it’s a crappy apartment in an even crappier building but the rent is good and it’s close to work) and is a new science teacher at the local secondary school. Her car is a junker, but she owns it, and she doesn’t have any debt. (Thanks to her sister and brother-in-law that really pulled through in helping with her college tuition). However, she can’t seem to build up her own savings because she’s stuck in this mentality of helping every troubled soul that crosses her path. It’s her way of making up for all the awful things she did. Daisy just has a bad habit of giving TOO much, and people are apt to take advantage of it.

Daisy is a personable young woman, enjoys talking to people and socializing, but has a hard time making close friends. She’s tried to date a couple times, but it never really goes anywhere. Outside of teaching, she spends most of her time doing volunteer work. Her favorite science is chemistry (she loves seeing how things work together and it tends to bleed into all her other hobbies). She likes baking, karaoke, and watching informational documentaries. She also enjoys sewing and knitting, and recently has gotten into reading old local legends and myths thanks to the influence of her niece and nephew. She’s got a thing for snowglobes, and is perpetually late to everything.

Daisy’s sister is named Rosa, she is a pediatrician now and her husband Thomas is a lawyer. She has a young daughter (9) and a son (7). Rosa has long since forgiven Daisy about their father, but is so frustrated with her sister picking up strays all the time and wasting her life. She wants Daisy to finally forgive herself (because -obviously- she’s done enough to make up for what happened) and finally settle into a happy life of her own. Rosa can tell that Daisy is lonely and wants more out of life, and doesn’t understand why she can’t move on. Her husband is an absolute angel, which always surprises everyone because he is a shark in the courtroom.

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Characters: Modern Fantasy Characters: Modern Realistic

Megan Ermina Alesandese

<h1>Megan Ermina Alesandese</h1>

Tattoo Artist

Has issues with her memory, needs to mind what and how she eats.

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Characters: Modern Realistic

Cornelius Calum Cullen

Cornelius Calum Cullen but PLEASE ignore that and just call him Neal.

17 – Highschool student

He’s the kind of guy that disappears into the background. Unassuming, quiet, chill. Everyone assumes he is the normal, average, boring teenage boy and he’s perfectly happy in that role. He spent a lot of time hanging out with his childhood friends just goofing off and playing video games.

Secretly he is a VERY popular youtube star. He does humorous voice overs for reviews and lets plays and does guest voice appearances for nerdy educational videos he personally finds interesting. Part of his appeal is the mystery of what he looks like and who he might be in real life. Last year he was even invited to an award show (and won the award for best new personality) but he asked someone to accept the award in his stead.

His channel is called [b]This Guy Reviews[/b] and some of the fan favorite moments off his channel include:

[i]”Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck EEEEEEEEYGH!”[/i] – This Guy Playing Spooky Crap
[i]”Okay, yeah, but everybody is down to fuck the Witcher, though.” – This Guy Plays The Witcher
His thirty minute rant during a live lets play about how everything at Taco Bell tastes the same, but he’ll be damned if you try to give him a chalupa when he asked for a gordita crunch.

His family is so stereotypical Irish Catholic that it’s embarrassing. His grandpa is a dick, his dad is a dick, his brother is a dick, his mom is kind of senile — really it’s some kind of miracle he’s as sane as he is. He thanks his cool friends in real life, and his online following for that. It gave him something to put all of his energy into. The family is not keen on his video making habits and they still have no idea that’s him, or know that he’s actually got a sizable bank account now due to sponsorships and ad revenue.

Neal, when he’s completely in his element, has a great sense of humor. He likes to play, goof around, try new things, get people jazzed up. He enjoys bringing people up and making sure everybody has a good time.

Now that his family has moved across the country and he’s starting a new school, Neal is a little lost. He’s spent his whole life with the same people, and he’s feeling awkward and lost. Making new friends on the internet is so easy, but trying to do it in real life has him off kilter. Maybe deep down he’s a lot shyer than he cares to admit, and that’s part of why he keeps his internet fame a secret.

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Blind Date: 2010 vs 2019

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2010

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“I’m sorry, I don’t do this much. Uh, blind dates that is.” Faith apologized, reaching for her glass of wine and taking a huge swallow. Much was an understatement. Try never. Except when ambushed by busy-body friends with too much time on their hands.

The man chuckled. A soft sound, not unfriendly. He was handsome at least. With dark blond hair long enough to curl behind his ears. Bright blue eyes, baby smooth skin and an angled jaw. His whole frame looked like those thin wiry magazine models. Men that looked eighteen years old for their entire lives. Even the way he tapped his perfectly manicured fingers on the table was fluid and smooth.

“Nothing to be embarrassed over. I have learned to take life’s surprises with grace.” he grinned, flashing a pearly white smile. “Tell me, Faith, were your friends truthful? Are you a virtuoso of vampires?”

Faith choked on her water, setting down the glass quickly to pick up a napkin. “Vampires…?” Those jerks. They didn’t.

“Yes. Vampires. Your charming friends mentioned that you write books. Stories about vampire love affairs? They explained they chose my profile specifically because I asked for a woman interested in vampires.” His eyebrow raised in a curious gesture.

They did. God damnit! She hated her friends! “Uh, yeah. I have a series that’s gotten pretty popular lately.” Her momentary embarrassment shifted as she cast him a dubious expression. “Did you seriously add that to your dating profile?”

He shrugged his shoulders, casting a wry grin. “What can I say? I like a woman who shares my interests. Do you like vampires, Faith?” He leaned forward on the table, resting his elbows as he clasped his hands together. The look he gave her reminded her of a few exboyfriends. Where they’d try to give that deep, mysterious stare that usually came off creepy and disturbing. He kind of looked like he wanted to eat her.

Here it comes. That moment when a date turns totally awkward. Lucky for her, she knew when to bail! “Wow, look at the time. I can’t believe it’s almost midnight. I better call myself a cab.”

Her date chuckled, dropping his gaze to lift a hand and summon for the check. “Let me drive you home, it’s the least I can do for taking advantage of this ambush.”

“Really? Thanks.” Faith grinned appreciatively. Grateful it wasn’t going to turn in to one of those ‘Why don’t you like me?!’ scenes.

A few minutes later they were outside, walking down the ramps in the parking garage, looking for his car. They got down to the bottom level and turned a corner. The entire place seemed to be empty.

“Do you even remember where you parked?” Faith asked, turning to face her date. With a glance at his face she jumped, stumbling back a few feet as she raised a hand to point a finger at him. His eyes were… they had changed color! Instead of the bright blue, now they were dark red, almost black.

“I’m afraid I fibbed a little. I don’t have a car.” He smile was unnerving. Now he had glinting white fangs. Vampire fangs.

That was just the last straw. Faith’s moment of being startled was gone, replaced by the still slightly disturbed, but much more manageable annoyance. Her date was clearly a wacko and slipped himself some contacts and teeth in while she wasn’t looking. “Okay, I gt it. You’re one of those roleplaying freaks. That’s cool, but if you try to bite me, I’m going to kill the hell out of you, okay?” Faith’s hand slipped in to her coat pocket and curled around a handy spray bottle of mace she kept on her keychain.

He laughed out loud! Apparently her words were hilarious. In a blink of an eye he jumped in the air, practically flying before he landed right in front of her. His fangs grew longer as he grabbed on to her shoulders. Instincts prevailing, Faith whipped out the mace and sprayed him in the eyes! While snarling in pain, she shoved him back and took off running. Vampire. Real vampire! One that was recovering quick as she could hear him growling her name and darting closer!

A stumble over something on the ground had nearly took her off her feet, but she snatched up the object – some discarded piece of metal – last minute. Just she turned, the vampire was there and she thrust it forward in to his chest! He looked surprised as blood slowly oozed from the wound. His head tilted slightly to the side as his lips turned up in to a smirk.

“You missed.” His fingers curled around the metal piece, jerking it out of his chest in a swift motion.

“…oh shit.” His arm swung, striking her with enough force to send her flying backwards. Crashing in to a wall and crumbling on the ground in an unceremonious heap of pain. As he approached, Faith scooted backwards until her back caught the wall. Looked like she was going to be a vampire’s dinner. A fangirl’s dream come true!

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2019

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“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Faith mumbled softly, casting the small phone sitting on the marbled bathroom counter a frustrated frown. Though the laughing voice on the other end couldn’t see it, Faith knew Marianne could feel it and that was enough.

“I can’t believe you’re hiding in the bathroom. He couldn’t possibly be that bad. His profile has everything you asked for!”

There was no denying that. Though Faith was furious when her friends revealed they’d set her up a dating profile on SoulMateMatch.com, they managed to simmer her down with promises of screening all of her potential dates according to her (un)reasonable demands. It’s just that there was nothing Faith hated more than the awkwardness of the dating scene, with all of the probing getting-to-know-you questions, uncomfortable flirting, and her irrational fear of goodnight kisses. She’d firmly decided she would never go on another date again, but her well-meaning friends always seemed to find new ways to get her out of the house and into the crosshairs of Cupid’s arrow.

She could’ve said no. Honestly, she should have. It seemed as soon as her books started hitting the best seller lists, meeting someone that wasn’t creepy had become a herculean task. Write a few books about vampires and all kinds of weirdos start googling you up and leaving you disturbing messages on Twitter.

But… Maybe, a tiny part of her dramatic little romantic heart was hoping something amazing would happen.

“I can almost hear your inner dialogue. Just tell me what happened already!”

“He’s too perfect!” Faith finally blurted out. Even she knew this was a ridiculous excuse, but that’s just how she felt. The man sitting out there in his dark designer suit, with long blond hair softly curling at his chiseled jaw, and the kind of deep green eyes that could swallow a person up, was such a vision of beautiful perfection that it hurt to look at him. Faith didn’t tend to get dumbfounded by appearance, but everything about the man had her flustered. From the spicy scent of his cologne to the quiet way he spoke. He seemed to always know exactly the right thing to say, and it was all the things she wanted to hear.

It was suspicious. It didn’t feel right.

Marianne had already launched into a rant about Faith’s long-held record of finding the most ridiculous things to complain about, and how she would personally jump the man’s bones and shag him thirty different ways if she had the opportunity. It took Faith promising she’d go back out there and give him a second chance to make her stop.

Once she dropped her phone back into her dress pocket, Faith gave an exasperated sigh and peered at her reflection in the mirror. Brown eyes under a veil of long lashes stared back, silently judging her life choices. She refreshed her lipstick and gave her dark hair a quick comb through with her fingers, then she left the bathroom to return to the intimate table where her date was still patiently waiting.

“You’re uncomfortable,” he said just as she was sliding into her seat.

Faith grabbed for her glass of wine and took a heavy swallow.

“Hmm, yeah.” she admitted. “I just- I don’t do this often. Blind dates, that is. Was it that obvious?”

“Generally people don’t have trouble looking me in the eyes.”

Immediately her gaze shot up to his face, where she found him gently smiling with amusement. Had she really spent the entire night dodging eye contact? Faith got a quick reminder of why. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, and something in her stomach just flipped upside down. How could any man in real life look so flawless.

“Tonight hasn’t been that bad, has it?” While she was giving a mental rating of their meal, he reached across the table to grasp her hand and all her thought processes went on the fritz. His hand was soft but firm; warm but not sweaty. Now that he asked, it really hadn’t been a bad date at all. If she looked past all her anxiousness, he’d been enjoyable company and wasn’t that what she wanted? “We share a lot of the same interests, Faith. I can even expand your knowledge on vampires when we’re somewhere more private.”

The spell was broken in an instant.

“What.”

Faith wasn’t sure what snapped her back to reality first. The casual drop of vampires or the fact he said when. As if it were a guaranteed sure thing she was going somewhere “more private” with him. He seemed to mirror her surprise when she suddenly pulled her hand away.

“I’m sorry, this was nice, but it’s got to be past midnight by now. I should get myself an Uber.” Faith reached into her pocket to pull out her wallet and thumbed out enough bills to pay for her share of dinner. For a split second she felt terrible. She kind of blurted it out of nowhere and Faith didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings just because she got spooked anytime someone was familiar with her books. But when she glanced back up, his shocked expression had shifted from simple confusion to this almost irritated, examining stare. As if she were some sort of inconvenient creature that had suddenly taken the place of his date.

“Generally people don’t-”

“Don’t what, say no?” she shot back before he could finish. Because, seriously, what was he thinking? God, this had to be the first time someone had actually said no to his pretty face! Any concerns she had about his feelings were gone and within a second she had slipped out of her chair and shrugged into her coat.

“Thank you for dinner.”

Faith didn’t take another breath until she was out of the restaurant and well on down the sidewalk.

Cool night air helped ease her flaring temper, though it didn’t quell the storm of second guessing now thundering around in her head. Did she over-react? She had a really bad habit of doing that sometimes. Faith had good instincts, though, didn’t she? A good writer needed to have a grasp on people, an understanding of cues and behavior. Her first impressions were typically the right impression. The whole night hadn’t sat well with her, she shouldn’t feel bad for ending it the moment she knew she was done.

Ugh, this was why she hated dating. She always had to replay the night in her head and pick apart all the things she probably did wrong.

The sound of a second pair of shoes crunching over sidewalk gravel had her looking over her shoulder. A habit she picked up when she moved out to the city, especially at night when it was important for a girl to be wary of her surroundings. Faith expected to see another pedestrian nearby, but not the familiar suit and head of long blond hair trailing several feet behind. Her heart skipped a beat.

He shouldn’t be walking. She knew, because he’d picked her up in his fancy car and the valet had parked it off in the opposite direction in the restaurant’s private parking lot. Maybe he decided to catch up to her and apologize for his assumptions. She could respect him for that and even appreciate it. Faith held her breath, waiting for him to call out her name. To try and get her attention. Anything really. When she couldn’t stand it any longer, she spun around to face him.

No one was there.

Faith let out a sigh of relief. He must’ve needed some fresh air himself, unaware of her presence, and turned a corner somewhere. When she turned back to continue on her way, she ran face first into a solid chest and a pair of firm hands gripped her arms.

“You don’t like me, do you. I thought you were interested in vampires, Faith?”

Faith nearly jumped right out of her skin as she jerked back and out of his grasp.

“What is wrong with you?!” Anger overshadowed her fear as she balled up her fists and stomped a foot. “I didn’t mean to insult you or hurt your feelings, okay? I’m just- I need to go home.”

His only response was to burst into laughter, leaving Faith even more furious. A narrowed-eyed glare was her only parting word before she turned to stalk back in the opposite direction.

In a blink he was blocking her way again.

“You don’t seem to understand.”

That was… completely impossible. Faith stumbled backwards, trying to find some logic to it. She had an over active imagination when she was sober and daydreaming, so of course she’d see things a little weird being alone and scared on a dark street after two glasses of wine and an awkward date.

“Let me take you home, Faith.”

His smile turned wide. A hint of sharp white teeth glinted in the moonlight. Not teeth. Fangs.

Nope,” she whispered.

Faith took off running. She didn’t have a plan or an idea of where she was going, she just ran as fast as her feet could carry her. In the back of her head, she knew this was probably the fun part for him. Predator chasing the prey. At the first opportunity of cover she saw, Faith made a sharp detour and ducked into a parking garage filled with vehicles. She crouched behind an old Nissan, digging her hands into her pockets until she came out with her phone and her keys.

Should she call for help? Who would believe her!

Something heavy landed on the car roof beside her, shattering one of the windows and raining glass down over her head. It grasped the back of her jacket, trying to haul her up along with it, but she slipped out of the fabric and went scrambling. His laughter echoed against concrete and metal in every direction, and no matter which way she spun Faith couldn’t seem to catch a glimpse of him by the light of her phone.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” She felt hot breath against the back of her neck before arms locked around her. Faith shrieked, her phone slipping out of her hands as she kicked her feet to get loose. She could hear the screen cracking when he slammed a heel down on top of it. His laughter grew heavier and more muffled when she felt the prick of something sharp scraping against her shoulder.

Faith sucked in a breath and squeezed her eyes shut. Hissing out a curse, she jerked her head to the side to give a clear firing shot of pepper spray from her keychain. She was rewarded with a snarl of pain and her sudden release. Faith only paused long enough to kick him in the balls before she darted away.

Her freedom was short lived. He recovered quick enough that she could practically feel him bearing down on top of her. An askew piece of metal grating stubbed her toe and Faith hit the ground hard, grinding a long scrape of gravel and sand up her arm. Another glint of metal caught her eye and she grasped for it.

The next thing she knew, she was on her feet shoving that piece of metal into his chest. Wide eyes of blood red stared down at her in shock. Not green. Dark, unnatural red, filling iris and sclera with bloody nightmares. Her gaze fell with his to the sharp chunk of grey, dripping thick streams of blood down his torso. Faith watched as his fingers curled around the metal and with a quick, sharp motion, yanked it out. She flinched when it slipped from his fingers and clanged to the ground.

“You missed.” All the amusement and laughter in his voice was long gone. Now his tone was nothing but ice cold.

“…oh shit,” she whispered.

The next moment the wind was knocked out of her. Faith felt the blow to her chest, but not the brick wall her body collided against. Everything went bright white for a split second, before a wave of pain washed over her. When she touched her hand to the back of her throbbing head it came back dry, but now she was seeing in triplicate and with the brick baring her way, there was no where to run to.

This wasn’t happening. She wasn’t going to get eaten by a real actual vampire. None of this was real.

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Characters: Modern Realistic

Cara Brie Wysong

Cara Brie Wysong

16 – Highschool Junior

Spent most of her life moving nearly once a year, as her mom changed jobs. It feels like as soon as she got comfortable and was able to make friends, they had to move again.

Her father left them when she was four. She has fond memories of her father, but her mom always talks about what a dirtbag he was. The reality is that her mom technically kidnapped her and left him when he tried to get custody of Cara because the moms was unstable and into some shady stuff. She moves them whenever she starts getting paranoid.

Cara loves her mom, but she’s always felt like the woman is more of a sister she has to take care of than a parent. Nicky is a party girl that likes to drink and do recreational drugs. She never does it at home, but she has often left Cara home alone unsupervised and will occasional come home hammered. On the brightside, she never brings home her male companions or boyfriends of the month. Cara had only ever met two prior to her mom’s current beau, and they weren’t around long enough for her to get to know them.

For the past three years, they’ve actually stayed in a single town long enough for Cara to settle in. She’s made friends at Highschool and got to experience dating for the first time. She’s had a couple of short term boyfriends and plenty of making out, but nothing that’s been “earth shaking”. She has a subconscious hangup about guys, due to her absent father and the way her mom talks about men. So she has a hard time getting emotionally invested, as can’t quite relax enough to really appreciate makeouts.

For the past year her mom has been in a serious relationship with a very wealthy man. She just announced to Cara that they’re getting married and Cara will be officially adopted into the family. She finds the guy charismatic, and he’s always been kind, but there’s just something off putting about him that Cara can’t really pinpoint or explain. She’s both excited and intimidated by the idea of having a big family. She’s a little worried that it’s going to uproot the life she and her mom finally settled into, but being part of a wealthy family means she’s actually going to get the opportunity to go to college, which is something Cara never thought she’d have a shot at.

Personality wise, Cara is still trying to figure herself out. Always being the new kid and having to present herself to a new class and seem interesting has given her a bit of an insecurity problem. She’s hesitant and shy with people, and slow to open up. Now that she’s been in the same place long enough to actually relax, she’s discovering more and more what she’s actually interested in (instead of trying to fit in to a new place). She has a sarcastic sense of humor and enjoys horsing around. She’s active and loves to swim. Bowling is awesome. Going to see movies with her friends is the best, especially super hero ones. She’s starting to have opinions on how things SHOULD be and has recently gotten into some trouble with teachers for being lippy. She hasn’t found the balance between blurting something out on emotional impulse, and thinking a little bit before she speaks.

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Writing

Sisters Sparrow

The warm scent of savory spices and sweet sugar filled the homey kitchen. Though the kitchen was spacious, with five grown woman bustling about it was beginning to feel a little cramped. It didn’t take a close examination to tell they were sisters. Each had a similar shade of near-ebony hair – all except Summer, who sported a red so vibrant that there was a long-standing joke she was adopted.

In fact it was a comment along those lines that presently had Summer shouting across the room.

“I’m NOT adopted! Everyone in Dad’s family has red hair, Alexis.”

Alexis shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip from her glass of wine.

“That proves absolutely nothing beyond Mother having a thing for red-heads. The fact stands that you are the odd duck in this little clan, and if you don’t start taking life a little more seriously and go back to college you’re going to waste your entire life.”

Tamara found herself trapped between her oldest sister and youngest, both figuratively and literally as she stood shielded by the island counter whisking a mix of pumpkin and sugar in a bowl. She sighed, casting a world weary glance towards Serena who was too busy getting assistance for her arm sling from Jade to notice.

“Do we really need to accuse Mom of having an affair every time this comes up? In her own house?” Tamara asked.

“Yeah, Alexis. Stop being such a cu-”

“Summer,” Serena warned. Summer gave her an apologetic grimace and twisted in her stool. Alexis might have been known as The General for being so bossy, but Serena had mastered the art of the cop voice and it was annoyingly effective.

Alexis wasn’t finished, however, and gestured at her youngest sister with her glass.

“This is what I’m talking about. You’re off in L.A. alone, with no plan and no sense to what you’re doing, while you’re blowing the checks we send you on marijuana and champagne service. You need to grow up, Summer.”

“Grow up and do what? Be a middle aged lawyer stalking my ex husband and his new kids on Facebook because I can’t stop being a twat long enough to meet somebody hot at a bar?”

The room went dead silent. With no acknowledgment beyond a stony face, Alexis snatched up a nearby bottle of wine and exited out the kitchen door. They could all hear the loud clock clock clock of her heels as she climbed up the hallway stairs.

“That was completely unnecessary,” piped in Tamara first. “You know she can’t-”

“I don’t care anymore, okay!” shouted Summer as she leapt from her seat. “She’s always been a bitch and I’m tired of tip toeing around her stupid feelings because she doesn’t even HAVE any!”

Before anyone could comment on that loaded statement, Summer grabbed her purse, her keys, two pot holders, and one of the pies off the cooling wrack. As if trying to out-do her sister’s exit, she made the extra effort to stomp across the kitchen and slam the door as hard as she could behind her.

“Awkward,” muttered Jade with a soft laugh. “I guess it’s not a Sparrow Thanksgiving without wine and pies getting stolen. Do you want a beer, Rena? Tammy?”

“Do we want to see Tamara’s drunk Dr. Phil impression again is the real question,” Serena responded, wincing as she lifted up her leg cast to rest in Jade’s abandoned seat. She and Jade both laughed when Tamara turned scarlet and threatened them with her whisk.

“That only happened once when Dad spiked the apple cider! I can actually drink without turning into a silly person.”

Silly person,” Jade mocked whilst leaning against the fridge. She flinched and giggled when a packet of unopened graham crackers got tossed at her.

“Okay kiddos, give me the beer before you start throwing things and I forget I can’t walk.”

Once Jade grabbed a couple of bottles from the fridge, she confiscated the crackers and returned to Serena. Only pausing long enough to open the bottle for her sister, Jade dropped into a bar stool at the island counter.

“How is college going?” Serena asked after a long draft from her bottle.

“Well. I got offered an internship to this big name publishing company in New York…”

“That’s amazing!” exclaimed Tamara.

“I turned it down.” Jade muttered. “After Serena getting shot I-”

“If you turned it down because of me-”

“I didn’t!” Jade shouted. Giving a loud sigh, she twisted in her seat so she could explain. “But it got me thinking, that’s all! Alexis defends people, and you protect people, and Tammy– okay, Tammy just stalks cheating assholes, but the point is that I’m writing books about fake cops when there’s so much real shit going on.”

Tamara didn’t look the least bit insulted about her career choice. There was just a thoughtful expression across her face as she balanced her bowl in one hand to pour pie filling into a waiting tin of graham cracker crust.

“It’s natural to change your mind. I tried the Academy, but the second they handed me a gun I just knew that wasn’t for me. It’s okay to try a bunch of things.”

“Change my major again,” complained Jade with a sigh. Her college career so far had been a hodgepodge of topics. Granted the majority of them had to deal with people and law. With a family like the Sparrows, where everyone was either a cop or a lawyer, if you didn’t at least try to follow in the family footsteps… well. You ended up like Summer. And even Summer had lofty aspirations.

“I still want to write,” she confessed. “But I was thinking maybe I could write about true crime instead of fiction. Investigative journalism with the side order of a best selling novel about serial killers.”

Serena laughed. “Dad isn’t too keen on reporters, but if you talk to Mom about it first, I’m sure she can help soften him up. It suits you, Jade.”

“Really?” came Jade’s hopeful reply. “Cool! Because the first story I’m going to write is about your shootout.”

“Jade, Don’t you d-”

“Too late!” To drive it home, Jade jumped from her seat with beer bottle in hand and skipped out the kitchen. “Already talking to Mom!”

“Wonderful,” muttered Serena.

Tamara finished sliding her pies into the oven and pressed in the cook time on the microwave. After washing her hands up in the sink, she fetched a bowl of dip out of the fridge and brought them over to the table along with a bag of chips.

“I’m afraid you’re her favorite. Your job is much more exciting than photographing cheating husbands.” Tamara teased with a grin.

“You’d be an amazing detective, Tamara.” Serena insisted.

“So could you,” Tamara pointed out. “Dad says he’s been trying to get you to take the test for detective but you keep turning him down.”

The chip bag wrinkled as Serena reached her hand inside. “Dad wants us all to take over the world. Right now, I like being a beat cop and getting to know my neighborhood. I can always take the test later.”

Tamara frowned, leaning to rest her chin in her hands as she watched her older sister. “Are you sure it has nothing to do with Ramirez? How’s he doing?”

“Still in critical care, but they’re hopeful.” There was just a hint of doubt in her features and something that hinted there was more to it, but just as quickly as it came, it was gone. Serena straightened up in her seat, and Tamara knew that topic was done and she was about to be in for it. Not only was Serena a master of the cop voice, she also had a knack for turning conversations around when she didn’t want to talk about something.

“You know, I haven’t heard a word about the handsome Supermarket George all day. I seem to recall excitement about a first date.”

Tamara groaned, her eyes lifting up to stare at the small light hanging from the ceiling.

“Turns out Supermarket George has a thing for smelly feet.” Serena burst into laughter and Tamara had to wait a moment for her to simmer down before she could continue. “It really isn’t that funny! I even tried, I honestly thought giving it a shot might make a difference. Trying new things, you know? But. Smelly feet! How do you make that romantic!”

Still snickering under her breath, Serena reached out a hand. “Give me your phone. It’s time we signed you up for Tinder.”

“I thought Tinder was for sexual house calls,” she huffed. Tamara wasn’t keen on the idea, but she handed over the phone anyway. With as many bad dates as she had, Tamara was just about ready to try anything.

“It is,” answered Serena. As soon as the app finished downloading, her thumb swiped and tapped with surprising efficiency. “If you’re going to keep stumbling over the worst of mankind, you might as well do it faster.”

Tamara leaned forward just in time to watch Serena write up a blurb that sounded more like a porn star’s resume than a dating profile.

“Serena!”

Her sister laughed.

“You’re not going to find Mister Right, but at least you can have some fun until your hero rides up in his white sedan.”

“You might be worse than Summer,” Tamara muttered, but it was hard to hide the smile that was creeping onto her face.

“Speaking of which, we better gather the clan before Jade springs her news to Dad. We might as well have dinner while they argue.”

Categories
Characters: Fantasy

Princess Sissel

Princess Sissel

5’5″ Long Black hair, usually in some form of a braid. Brown eyes. Devastating pretty. The kind of pretty that starts wars. She is the miniature image of her mother.

Young and has just finished the bulk of her schooling. She’s well educated in a wide variety of topics. Languages, Politics, History, Sciences, Magical Theory — everything a future Queen needs to know. She knows and understands what’s going on in the world, but has had little experience or direct contact with it due to being under constant guard. She’s not naive, but still has moments of youthful arrogance.

Sissel has recently returned home to continue her education on what is required to run their empire and to take her place in the hierarchy.

All Sissel has ever wanted was to grow up and be a strong, powerful woman like her mother. She understands that once day she will take up the mantle of Queen and she wants her mother to be proud. The woman has never exactly been heartwarming and Sissel needs her approval.

Sissel has issues with authority. Partly because SHE is the authority, but also because she tends to ask too many questions. If she has to do something, she expects to be told a satisfying reason as to why. She’s not actively trying to be a pain in the ass, but will still refuse to be cooperative when she doesn’t like the answers.

She knows she’s attractive and how to use it, but doesn’t realize she’s that dangerous kind of attractive and that she inadvertently causes trouble. She’ll flirt, not always understanding when someone is being playful, or when someone is being dead serious. There is a long list of people both infatuated and scorned and not all of them are forgiving.

Something hasn’t felt right since she’s returned home. She assumes it’s just because she’s been away for so long and maybe things feel different now that she’s older and sees the world differently. Still, it’s unsettling and it’s starting to irk her.

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Characters: Apocalyptic

Vivian Beasley

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Born to a middle class Christian family, Vivian grew up in a bubble of normalcy, good feelings, and old fashioned values. She went to ballet in elementary school, played violin in middle school, and spent high school in student government. Vivian always knew she wanted to be a teacher, so she went for childcare and teaching degrees in college.

As a teacher, Vivian is kind and energetic. She’ll deviate from overly structured lesson plans in favor of creative methods tailored to what seems to work the best for her class that year. She is both a kid and parent favorite at the school. To her friends, she is a genuine and compassionate woman. Her faith is important to her and she never failed to appear at church every Sunday. Vivian regularly participated in school events as well as church hosted volunteering programs.

Vivian’s romantic life was sparse and chaste due to her very conservative upbringing. She always swore that she’d only have sex when she got married, and kept that promise through her few boyfriends — until Thomas! As it turns out, when you meet “the one” you know, and old fashioned rules don’t seem so important anymore. They moved in together quickly. After two years of being in a happy relationship Thomas proposed and they were already making plans for starting a family. They were two months away from their wedding date when the outbreak happened.

Widespread outbreak hit Vivian’s sphere at the end of the school day while she still had half of her students (Kit Moon being one of them) waiting for parents and school buses to show up. Her first priority was to try all of the kids to their families as quickly as possible. Sadly, some kids were lost. With only Kit left, they made contact with Coyote and his friends.

Later she discovered what happened with her own family. Thomas died in a street accident caused by the chaos and thankfully never turned, but her parents were both infected by the airborne virus and turned after they died in an attack. The rest of her (and Thomas’) immediate family are also presumed turned or dead.

In a post-outbreak world, Vivian surprised everyone, including herself, by being far more strong and capable than anyone would have expected. Despite the world falling apart, she’s found strength to fight and keep fighting. She’ll claim that it’s her faith in God and that this all must be part of his plan, but most of it is the responsibility she feels for the children who lost their homes and their families during the outbreak. They’ve all lost their loved ones, but together they can heal and survive.


Vivian has light brown hair and hazel (green-brown) eyes. She stands about 5’4″. Always wears a cross necklace that was given to her at her high school graduation by her grandmother.

Can play the guitar as well as violin and has a lovely singing voice.

She is the voice of counsel and reason of the group. Mediator when there’s disagreements, and final choice maker when no one can agree on a resolution. Vivian has a cool head in a crisis.

Her ultimate goal is to find somewhere they can all settle down for good. Nomadic life is starting to take it’s toll on her.

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Characters: Apocalyptic

Willow Moreno

Willow was born to two hippie vegan lesbians that were ready to start a family of their own. One mother is her natural birth mother, while the other asked her brother to be the sperm donor so her child would still share the family DNA. Willow was a happy child in downtown San Fransisco, going to school, farmers markets, and just being a kid. She didn’t think about what she wanted to be in the future, but she did really like art. Art, horses, and tween pop stars.

The first stages of outbreak began when Willow was 11. A city as big as San Fransisco was a dangerous place to be, so her family packed up and migrated out of state. Over the next few weeks there were some separations and losses. At a dingy motel in Utah a couple of desperate people attacked her parents to steal their car. One mother was killed immediately, and the other was injured. Not knowing much about the airborn virus, they took too long when trying to bury Mom 1 in the desert. She turned and killed her wife. All Willow could do was run.

Willow has had nothing but long and painful experiences since. She’s been with creeps who enjoyed taking advantage of little girls, families who swore to take in a lost child only to abandon her when things get difficult. She’s seen frightening towns where the worst things weren’t even the zombies. Somewhere along the way she stopped speaking. Willow wouldn’t talk to anyone. She’d just show up somewhere, hang around if she was allowed to, and then disappear again once things got moving.

Something was different when she stumbled over Quinn, Robert and Bonnie. Willow did what she always did – make camp close by, but not too close. She ignored all attempts to get her attention or get to know her. But every night Quinn seemed to inch closer and closer. Willow found herself involved in meals, or being talked to, and even helping with supply gathering. What might have sealed the deal, though, was that during a skirmish she wasn’t left to fend for herself. And every time thereafter she was still protected as part of the group. No questions, no asking, she was just one of theirs. It’s been almost a year now and Willow has made sure to be useful.

Willow still doesn’t really speak, but she has developed more of an open personality around the group outside of “quiet weird girl”. She’s very facially expressive. Though Quinn seems to be the one she feels safest around and will often cling to, Willow finds Bonnie hilarious and seems to share that same sarcastic smartassery. She’s been slower to warm up to Robert, but these days she’s fine being alone with him and even having silent conversations. In very rare occasions Willow might speak out loud to one of the three, but so far it’s only been when she’s had something important to say or warn them about.


She has nightmares often. Pure terror nightmares. It’s one of the few times anyone will hear her vocal. Willow has taken to sleeping with Quinn or Bonnie and it helps.

Willow is barely 5 feet when wearing sneakers, with black hair and dark brown eyes. She’s small and wiry, but strong. Especially now that she is with a group and getting consistent meals.

She’s great for squeezing in to tight places, being sneaky, or climbing up things. She’s gotten very good at cooking stuff up, mending things, and doing busy work that’s given to her.

She whittles things from sticks. Specifically animals. In her pack she’s practically got a zoo of little wooden animal figures. It’s relaxing and she just enjoys doing it. Quinn has even painted a few of them for her, whenever they stumble across the right kind of supplies.

By all odds, Willow really should’ve died by now. But there is a little spark in her that keeps her going. Willow wants to defy all odds and live. She has this daydream about being somewhere safe and beautiful, with lots of animals, and doing stupid things that she used to do, like going to the farmer’s market, hanging out at a park or listening to music.

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Characters: Apocalyptic

Bonnie Crenshaw

Bonnie grew up on old, old family land deep in the mountain woods of Alabama. She was always a wild child, getting herself in trouble at school as a little thing, and then around town as a teenager. She got knocked up at 16 but birthing complications led to the loss of her baby and her inability to bare any future children. The tragedy set her head on straight and from there she went on to get a business degree at the University of Georgia. When she got back home, she was able to take the family’s traditional business of handmade crafts to a new level. First with a real store in downtown, and then later through the internet as new means of selling developed.

Her romantic life could be considered both successful and not. Bonnie never had trouble meeting men and getting serious. She has two ex husbands to show for it and more than one affair. After awhile she realized she just wasn’t the settling down type and it made things a lot easier.

Bonnie’s relationship with her family was always tumultuous. Her promiscuous behaviors were always looked down on (to which she’d say it was none of their damn business), and thanks to her education out in the big city, nobody appreciated her liberal opinions on social issues or government policies. Despite that and any bad blood, if anyone ever had a problem or needed help Bonnie was there in a split second. Whether they needed money, a bail out of a jail, somewhere to live, or an alibi. When her parents died, she inherited the family land, and with it the joy of hosting all family events and being the home base for their scattered members.

During the first weeks of the outbreak, Bonnie was living alone with her dogs. She’d see things on the news and tried to keep in touch with her family, even urging them to come home to the mountains where it was safe. She lost contact with the outside world when the local power grid went down and her backup generators followed. It wasn’t until the virus took one of her dogs and spread to the rest of her farm that Bonnie decided to leave.

During her migration, she tried to hunt down what happened to her family, but has not found answers. Their homes were empty and disheveled, but there were no clues to reveal whether or not they made it somewhere else to safety or if they’ve been killed or turned. She has hope that at least some of them have made it out there.

Bonnie spent most of her traveling alone, believing that she could take better care of herself without other people screwing it up. A lot of survivors aren’t the greatest of people. (It’s a sad fact of life that the bullies and the cheats and the liars of the world tend to survive better than the good.) Traveling alone is lonely, and worse, it’s dangerous. Eventually, after a close call ambush and a little bit of luck, Bonnie fell in with Quinn and Robert. They were good company and honest people. Others sometimes join the clan and leave again, but she always sticks with these too.


Bonnie has very average brown hair with streaks of grey, brown eyes, and stands around 5’8″. She is the bony kind of thin, but still has strong muscle mass. She’s starting to get bad joint pain, especially in colder weather or when they’ve had to move around and walk for a long time.

She’s a no bullshit kind of person and speaks her mind bluntly and to the point. Bonnie rubs people the wrong way sometimes – you either love her or hate her. She’s fiercely loyal to those she feels deserve it.

Bonnie is a skilled hunter, fisher, hiker, and general outdoors enthusiast. She grew up in the mountain wilderness, so it all comes perfectly natural to her.

She can kick anyone’s ass at poker. It’s uncanny. You’d think she was cheating but no one’s found a spare card on her yet.

Always DTF with strangers as long as you got some condoms. Oh, your dumb ass didn’t think you needed to worry about safe sex and diseases during the zombie apocalypse? Come back when you got something.

For the group she is especially helpful when it comes to make deals or trades with other travelers. Bonnie is a hardass negotiator.

Her goal? Well, she doesn’t have much hope for things ever getting much better. But she misses having dogs, quiet mornings drinking coffee on the porch, and old traditions gathering with family.

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Characters: Apocalyptic

Quinn Moon

Even as a child, everyone knew Quinn Moon was going to be something one day. Both she and her twin Coyote shared that special quality, but Quinn had a little more sparkle sprinkled on top. As soon as she was old enough, she joined the Girl Scouts and began her childhood career as a volunteer and entrepreneur. Making the world a better place was always her passion. Her do-gooding tended to get her labeled as a dweeb, especially when her grand ideas involved weird inventions or outlandish business ideas. But she was smart and people had to appreciate that she knew what she wanted and was creative in finding ways to get it.

Quinn is a people person and has always wanted to be directly involved with helping people. She’d volunteer everywhere. At the old folks home, at the animal shelter, at the transition house. She participated in charity bake sales, joined cleanup crews. She was also a hopeless romantic and full of crush feelings for her brother’s friend Duncan. Quinn was hoping that during high school he’d finally realize that she was super cute and they’d fall in love and get married and have three kids and two dogs and one cat. But if that didn’t work out, she decided she would definitely marry Keegan Allen from Pretty Little Liars.

No one could expect the outbreak or how it could completely rip apart their life. Having her mom turn zombie and try to eat her and her brother is an image that’s cemented so deeply into her mind that she still has nightmares about it. Worse was getting separated from her siblings and never knowing what happened to them. For awhile she relied on “twin magic” and really, truly believed she would know if her brother died and it gave her hope that they’d find them again.

At 16 Quinn fell deeply, hopelessly in love with a boy in their traveling group. He was a couple years older than her, loved her just as much, and for almost a year they made each other happy and kept each other in good spirits despite the state of the world. Then, BAM, random zombie horde attack and he was bitten. He was ready to die, but Quinn didn’t want to let go. In the end, her father had to take him out.

From that point on, Quinn lost her sparkle, her hope, and any sort of belief that they were going to make it. Everyone is going to die, and it’s just a matter of when. There’s no point in daydreams and wishing for a future that’s never going to happen. Despite these hopeless feelings, Quinn is still Quinn. She can’t abide other people’s suffering or sadness. She keeps the dark thoughts to herself and still tries to encourage hope in others. She stays strong for her Dad and for the battered people they run into or collect. They need to hear those words to be able to keep surviving. Sometimes she feels like the only reason she can keep going is because she knows her Dad wouldn’t be able to without her.

As part of a traveling group, Quinn tends to take over planning and management and tends to boss everyone around. She keeps people and herself busy and makes sure they are never without enough supplies. A surplus is always better. Being prepared is essential. You never know when something bad will happen, when new people will show up, or when you need to run. Having extra on hand is great for trading with other groups too. Plus, busy people can’t sit around being mopey people.


Thanks to her years in Girl Scouts she’s got wilderness survival down as an art form. She can identify edible plants in the wild. She fishes. She knows first aid, safe camping, and how to use most tools. Everything else she has learned through experience and lessons from the people they come across.

Dad taught her how to handle herself with a gun and knife, including some close combat things should it get that far. She hates guns, but she’ll use them. Quinn is less skilled when things get up close and personal. Panic starts creeping in and taking over. She keeps an ice pick on her because it’s easiest and quickest for a zombie kill.

Quinn is directly responsible for their strange ability to adopt people into their group. She’s not doing it on purpose, she just tends to take care of people and gives off this sense of a safe space.

Quinn doesn’t curse ever. She still thinks if she curses in front of her dad she’ll get grounded or something.

What she wouldn’t give for a hot bubble bath and a bowl of real ice cream.

Hopes and dreams about the future? Nope, don’t have those anymore. Lets just try to die as painlessly as possible and not turn in to zombies.

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Divastar Bunnies

Random Silent Pines Shit

Margrit – June 2, 1996 (Gemini)
Lexi – April 4, 1997 (Aries)
Angela – December 13, 1997 (Sagittarius)
Bianca – January 30, 1998 (Aquarius)
Julian – July 18, 1998 (Cancer)
Silvia – March 9, 1999 (Pisces)

Knucker: 6’5″
Caleb: 6’3″
Walter: 6’1″
Leo: 6’1″
Kendall: 6’1″
Lexi: 6’0″
Michael: 6’0″
Robbie: 5’11”
Angela: 5’10”
Owen: 5’10”
Paolo 5’8″
Margrit: 5’6″
Dylan: 5’6″
Bianca: 5’5″
Julian: 5’3″
Silvia: 5’1″

angela = SaucyTACO
julian = lordraymondbeantuft
margrit = westerosiqueen
silvia = PokemonTrainerSilvia
lexi = fobfan5ever97
bianca = cellothere
paolo = RomeoVibe

At the door where shadows run
blacken the soul to see a star undone
Bloodied seer who carries the sun
Grey sky reigns when the dark has won

strength will fall without the lion’s maw
relight the star to repair a shattered sun

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Misc RP Logs

[Diocha] Witches Pox III

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Title: Witches Pox III
Number: 512
Date: Feb 24, 2009 at 12:53 AM
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Ocha – Feb 24, 2009 at 12:53 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

Sasha didn’t argue once when Aidan took care of not only the bill, but on taking her home. She only made the suggestion that they stop by her shop. After all she had popped into the radio station very unexpectedly. She didn’t have her purse or anything. There wasn’t any reason to linger and she was told point blank by her employee to just go home.

With no good reason to stay in town and knowing no one would be able to steal Lord Luck, her motorcycle, Sasha closed her eyes on the ride home, not even able to enjoy the scenery.

The young red head was surprised to notice Dane’s truck in the driveway when Aidan pulled in. It usually took a while to drag Kendal away from anything she was doing. If for no other reason then her sister was stubborn for the sake of being stubborn.

Walking into Autumn Manor there was Kendal on the floor, and Dane and over course Harrison. There was in Kendal’s hand a most surprising thing. With the last burst of energy she had, in fact Sasha didn’t even know she had any energy left she rushed over and knelt down next to Kendal. “Where… how…?” Sasha wasn’t doing very good getting out any of her questions as she lightly touched the page with a frown.[/dashed]

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Alarice – May 14, 2009 at 7:51 PM

[B]DANE[/B]

A Bleeding Heart … That name certainly didn’t sound encouraging.

And there was no telling how much more time they had before it was too late for any kind of cure.

Dane looked up in time to see Aidan and Sasha walk in. He stood aside and watched Sasha kneel down beside her sister, giving them a nod and a wave. “Kendal, if you can focus for a bit? Witches’ Pox. Cure?”

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Divinatas – May 20, 2009 at 1:25 AM

Finding Blair’s book was sobering, but not enough to erase her current affliction. She was struggling to keep her attention focused to the issue at hand, especially now that Sasha had returned home and they could do something about it before it got worse.

“A bleeding heart. It’s a [i]flower[/i], Dane. Really, not everything about us is fire, brimstone and doom! We just need to ones that bloom in this specific part of Japan but that shop downtown should have dried ones. Or did they have Dragon Lilies..?” Blabbering nonsense. Focus, Kendal!

“It’s the main thing, but there are other ingredients. I got the list anyway, Sasha come with me and we’ll go to H-”

“I don’t mean to make things difficult,” interjected Aidan quickly, “but maybe you should let me and Dane go pick up the, uh, bleeding heart and other ingredients. You two could stay here. Out of trouble.”

Kendal blinked at Aidan, a dreadfully wicked smile on her face as she pointed a finger towards him. “Trouble? I can show you some trouble!”

Before anything happened, Harrison grabbed Kendal’s wrist and tilted her hand down. “A brilliant idea, Mr. MacGregor. This is the list. If you both can go quickly and return as soon as possible, that would be ideal.” Harrison had mysteriously produced a piece of paper out of his pocket that looked a lot like a shopping list. He handed it over to Aidan.

“R-Right. We’ll take care of this.” he put a hand on Dane’s arm, tilting his head towards the door to signal they better make the escape quick. He wasn’t sure what Witch’s Pox was, but if the way Sasha was behaving was any indication, having both she and Kendal afflicted sounded dangerous.

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Ocha – May 27, 2009 at 5:15 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

Oh great, Sasha was going to have to go back out. She wasn’t sure she wanted to have to deal with any more mistakes. Though she wasn’t feeling too guilty about the fangirls. Granted she was going to have to fix that eventually.

She gave a grateful look to first Aidan for suggesting that he and Dane go instead and then to Harrison for keeping Kendal in check and giving him a list. However Kendal was now getting glared at by her younger sister as the boys were leaving.

“A hex? You were going to hex my Aidan!” Sasha was pissed and she firmly took Blair’s book from Kendal and put it on her lap.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 22, 2009 at 10:12 PM

[bg=#26232A][so=#414D59][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14[/imga][b][u][i]Aidan MacGregor[/i][/u][/b]

Aidan paused only for a second at the sound of Sasha’s comment, before he and Dane headed out the front door. There was an odd sort of smile on his face, that despite the circumstances he couldn’t seem to brush off. Finally, as he jumped in to the driver’s side of his truck he coughed and turned to Dane.

“Alright, looks like we’re off on a real man’s adventure. For some reason, I figure this won’t be the easiest shopping list in the world.” he commented.
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[bg=#380707][so=#3B391E][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21[/imga][b][u][i]Kendal Davidson[/i][/u][/b]

“I wasn’t going to hex [i]your[/i] Aidan. I was going to scare him a bit!” hissed Kendal right back. She snatched Blair’s book out of Sasha’s hands, and was quickly up on her feet and running out of the living room.

Harrison, being the amazing butler that he was, rarely showed even a flicker of emotion across his face. But even now there seemed to be a twitch at the corner of his eyebrow. He cleared his throat loudly.

“Perhaps you would both like a nice hot drink and to read the book in the kitchen.” he suggested loud enough so that Kendal and Sasha might hear no matter where they were running or squabbling at.

Kendal paused somewhere in the hall and gave a loud laugh! “HA! Only if Sasha promises not to fry my for picking on her boyfriend!”
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Ocha – Jul 14, 2009 at 5:01 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

“Boyfriend?” Sasha nearly yelled as she stood up. “He’s not my… Oh get over here!” She said in a growling voice because she couldn’t actually finish the original sentence for some reason. Had Sasha not been so insistent or perhaps if she hadn’t made that small little pointing gesture nothing would have happened but it was enough with her distracted attention to cause not only Kendal to come flying right into her with the book, but a throw pillow from the couch to smack her in the face as well. All of this caused Sasha to fall to the floor.

Tossing the pillow from her face and trying to push Kendal off of her Sasha looked down at the book that was on the floor next to them and a wave of loss and sadness washed over her. Damn she didn’t want to start crying about Blair.

Blair had lived her life to the fullest Sasha reminded herself. Trying to think of something more positive the young witch recalled a time when she was much younger. Sasha had run up the porch steps and into the living room waving around a piece of mail. “Blair had a baby!”

“Yes dear, I know,” her grandmother said as she worked on a piece of sewing from her favorite chair.

Her grandfather had sat down the newspaper and grinned at the enthusiastic young redhead who was now pouting. “That’s not fair!”

“It’s the advantage of age dear. Someday you’ll get the knack for it if you study enough.”

Sasha crossed her arms, then grinned as an idea came to her. “I bet Kendal doesn’t know yet!” With that she was racing out of the manor.

“Don’t forget your helmet!” She barely heard her grandmother’s voice as the door slammed behind her and Sasha ran over to her bike laying up against the porch and got on it not bothered by the fact that she was wearing a skirt as she peddled out of the driveway and down to town.

As she biked down the familiar road there were three guys out on the yard talking as the teen stopped at the house. Sam and Dane were there which wasn’t surprising in the least. The third guy Sasha couldn’t recall. Jumping off her bike, ignoring it as it crashed onto the grass she ran over and kissed Sam. “You’re an uncle!”

“Oh great who’s going to have to be arrested?” Dane smirked and was rewarded by a smack on the arm from Sasha.

“Blair had the baby you idiot! Now I’m going to tell Kendal.” And Sasha ran inside.

“She’s cute,” Sasha vaguely recalled the third guy saying.

“She’s a kid.”

Sasha then recalled another time she went to Kendal to talk about Blair. That was a darker time though.

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Misc RP Logs

[Diala] Derek and Chloe

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Title: DSD: Derek and Chloe
Number: 588
Date: Mar 29, 2009 at 7:38 AM
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Alarice – Mar 29, 2009 at 7:38 AM

One side … to the other side.

One side … to the other side.

In the dark blue ocean, the large ship rocked back and forth, from side to side, carrying its passengers from one end of the sea to the next. All in all, it was a beautiful picture. Its sails were out, its crew was enjoying the sun … and there was a horse and a pregnant woman bent over the side, puking.

… Ah yes, a beautiful picture indeed.

“Miss Chloe, I brought you some water,” Derek volunteered as he came up from below. In one hand, he held the cup, the other hand was under it for support. He’d adjusted to the rocking motions of the boat quickly and made it his mission to keep Chloe and Jade, the horse, as comfortable as possible. “We will have to be on the look out. The captain says to expect a storm at any moment.”

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Divinatas – Mar 29, 2009 at 8:06 AM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga][b][u][i]Chloe[/i][/u][/b]

Chloe had never felt so miserable in her entire life! …and she was sure Jade agreed!

This was her first experience on the sea, and it wasn’t proving to be a very nice one. It started off well enough. In fact, the sea was quite beautiful! The way the water reached out endlessly with the horizon and then met the sky. Out over the ocean for the first day was calm and relaxing. Chloe was very excited for the rest of the voyage.

And then today. It really must be the oncoming storm. Waves were pushing the boat up and down, side to side… Chloe could hardly keep herself clung to the railing instead of tilting overboard!

“Miss Chloe, I brought you some water. We will have to be on the look out. The captain says to expect a storm at any moment.” Derek said.

Chloe moved from the side to plop on the deck of the boat. She hardly trusted her legs to keep her steady and attempt to drink water at the same time. Accepting the cup, it took some concentration to balance and take a long drink! “I’m so sorry…! I just thought I would comfort Jade and then all this movement!”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Mar 29, 2009 at 8:17 AM

Derek crouched down beside her and smiled gently. He was glad she had accepted the water. There was always the possibility of becoming dehydrated and that wouldn’t do. He would have to find some food in a bit for her, even if it did wind up in the ocean instead of her stomach.

“On Jade’s behalf, thank you. Any comfort, no matter how small, is a welcome one.” The smile faded. “I apologize for the voyage, again. Please, believe. If there was any other, faster, more comfortable way, I would not have picked a ship or the ocean.”

Derek stood and moved over to Jade, to stroke her neck, to whisper a few things in her ears. Her ears flicked but she didn’t turn her head from the ocean. He looked over at Chloe and studied her face to see if she was feeling better–or if he’d be assisting her to lean her head over the rail again. “Miss Chloe, have you ever thought of … where you want to settle down?”

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Divinatas – Mar 29, 2009 at 8:29 AM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga][b][u][i]Chloe[/i][/u][/b]

Having removed all the contents of her stomach for the second time that day, the water was helping so much to settle her. A few deep breaths and that nausea passed, though the dizzyness remained. She was simply going to have to sit there and not move. Ever.

His question took her by surprise! Blinking, she thought about it for a moment. “I… haven’t really.” she admitted. Chloe glanced down at her stomach, where she was just barely showing those signs of pregnancy now. Just enough where she was having to expand the seams on her clothes so she could breathe! “I suppose where we end up is where we will have to stay.” she laughed softly. “I’m not sure if I can even afford us a place to live yet!”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Mar 29, 2009 at 8:36 AM

Derek left Jade’s side to return to Chloe’s with one of the blankets in his hands. He laughed softly at her suggestion about staying wherever they ended up. “You never struck me as the type to gamble, Miss Chloe. But I suppose all of life is a gamble.”

Derek made a note to check for some soup in the galley later. It was the only thing he could think of that might help to settle an unstable stomach. But Miss Chloe had also mentioned having some odd cravings earlier …

“Are you comfortable? I can look for something to help fill your stomach and give you some strength.” He had that blanket ready to drape around her shoulders or over her legs.

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Divinatas – Mar 29, 2009 at 9:11 AM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga][b][u][i]Chloe[/i][/u][/b]

“You really don’t have to fuss over me so. Those sailors might think I’m a run away Lady.” she said with a grin. He was so kind to her and always looked so concerned! But if he didn’t stop that fussing, he’d get himself in to a world of trouble. There had to be tons of dangers for a knight, and he wasn’t watching out for them!

There was a soft sound of thunder in the distance. Chloe turned to glance over her shoulder at the sky. That captain wasn’t kidding! Far back on the horizon there were dark ominous looking clouds starting to boil. A streak of lightning occasionally zipping through. Even Jade look disheartened by the storm clouds!

“The boat won’t sink will it?”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Mar 29, 2009 at 9:18 AM

Derek smiled sheepishly. It was rather hard not to give his undivided attention to Miss Chloe. He’d watched over her all this time. It was becoming natural. Somehow he would have to keep alert while doing whatever the lady needed him to do.

At the distant sound of thunder, he looked up and studied the horizon. The storm was far off but it wouldn’t take long to get here. He looked around. “I’ll take you both below, just to be safe. The captain assured me that this ship is in fine condition.” He helped her up and then took Jade’s reins.

The captain was already calling the crew up. He ordered them to their posts and made sure all the knots were tight and the ropes were strong. “C’mon, lads! Quickly now!” he bellowed as the wind grew stronger and the waves were getting bigger.

Men were scurrying on the deck as Derek, Chloe, and Jade reached below. He found them a nice corner, away from anything that might tip over or roll away. He secured the ropes around the crates and the barrels as the sky outside grew darker.

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Divinatas – Mar 30, 2009 at 2:55 AM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga][b][u][i]Chloe[/i][/u][/b]

Down below deck, there was no escaping the rocking movement of the boat as the waves surged rougher and rougher! All of the men had scurried above, tying down sails, moving things below deck, and making sure everyone had a secure lifeline to the boat. The storm rolled in quick. Thunder cracking with ear shattering booms and lightning casting eerie displays over the tossing ship!

By blessing of the gods, Chloe’s nausea had passed… because trying to keep herself still and not sliding from her seat was real work! Despite Derek’s reassurance, she wasn’t so faithful that the boat wouldn’t capsize with the storm. Waves were pouring over the sides of the ship, washing water down the steps and in to the chambers below decks.

“Is this a terrible time to mention that I can’t swim at all? Not even in a lake! I think this is so much deeper than a lake…”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Mar 30, 2009 at 3:40 AM

Derek was thoughtful for a moment after Chloe had confessed to not being able to swim. “I won’t leave your side, Miss Chloe. You have my word,” he said with a reassuring smile. He settled down beside her.

Jade was bracing herself against the side but was able to keep her balance fairly well. She made a few snorting sounds and tossed her head. But at least she hadn’t started kicking the ship yet.

“How about a story then? To get our minds off of … you know what.” He flashed a sheepish grin when he caught himself about to mention the weather.

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Divinatas – Mar 31, 2009 at 3:12 AM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga][b][u][i]Chloe[/i][/u][/b]

“A story does sound nice.” Chloe replied. When the ship gave another sudden lurch, her arms flung around Derek to prevent herself from sliding sideways! It was a little embarrassing and she might have even blushed, but she certainly wasn’t going to let go now!

Closing her eyes shut, she considered about a story. “A story. I like stories about knights and princesses, but you’re a knight yourself so maybe that won’t be as interesting for you…”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Apr 8, 2009 at 7:32 PM

Derek slipped his arms around her to keep her steady and smiled. “On the other hand, being a Knight means I’ve heard all type of stories about Knights and princesses. Let me see … ‘The Knight and the Sky Princess.’

He cleared his throat. It didn’t sound like the storm was letting up anytime soon but Jade was doing well so far. “A long time ago, a man who dreamed of being a Knight left his small village with only the clothes on his back, his father’s sword, and his trusty steed. He wanted to be a Knight like the stories of old, defending the weak, rescuing damsels, making a name that would live throughout history.

“He travelled through many lands, met many people, and had many adventures. People spoke of the time he single-handedly took down a group of ruthless outlaws who preyed on travellers, poor and rich. They whispered about how he once dove into a raging river on a stormy night to rescue a young child who’d been separated from his family. They shared tales of times when he toiled under the hot sun and bitter cold night for food and brief shelter.

“Days, weeks, months past since the man had begun his travels but he felt he was no closer to becoming a Knight than when he’d started. One night, he had a dream about a woman crying for help. He couldn’t see her face but he could tell she was frightened. She only had time to warn him of an evil dragon pillaging the lands and of the famine and drought that would result because of the dragon’s evil.

“The man awoke, confused about what the dream could mean, who the woman was, and whether he could stop a creature like an evil dragon. In the morning he continued his travels and soon came upon a desolate and barren land. He found scorched farmlands, skeletal remains of homes, bodies burnt almost beyond recognition. His horse became skittish. There was evil there but the man was certain this land and his dream were connected so he continued further.

“Soon, he came upon a mountain whose peak disappeared into the heavens. There was a cave at the base and it was there he was greeted by two pairs of glowing red eyes, so large he couldn’t begin to imagine the size of the creature they belonged to. A growling voice spoke from the darkness, demanding to know who had dared to trespass on its lands.

“The man replied that he was just a traveller and asked who the creature was and what land he was travelling on. The creature refused to give its name but the land had once been called Thyrian. Now it had no name and all who set foot on the land was doomed to death. The man asked the creature if it was by any chance an evil dragon to which the creature chuckled. The man felt a blast of hot air and saw a giant fireball coming at him. It was so large, he would never dodge it in time and shut his eyes.

“When nothing happened, he opened his eyes and found him and his horse in a beautiful garden. Flowers of every shape, color, and size were there. The air smelled of spring and life. A woman appeared in front of him, the same woman from his dream. She told him her name was Princess Norae and had once ruled over Thyrian before the evil dragon had been born and cursed her to live high in the clouds. She could never leave and could only watch as it destroyed her homeland and wreaked vengeance.

“Norae told him that the evil dragon had once been her uncle who had plotted to gain the throne by any means necessary. He was forced to resort to drastic measures when none of his other tactics worked and employed the use of the dark arts. But the dark arts are infamous for corrupting even the strongest of wills. Her uncle’s desire to rule soon turned into a desire to destroy it and cause Norae great pain and he became a dragon to achieve that end.

“Norae gave the man an ancient sword guarded by her family for many generations. It was the only thing strong enough to defeat her uncle. But she warned him that his heart must be pure or the sword would consume him as well. The man agreed and when he accepted the sword, he felt a surge of power. He felt he could take on the world.

“The princess bid him farewell but also cautioned him. ‘Power comes with a price but it also carries a burden of responsibility,’ she said before she sent him back. He found himself back in front of the cave. The creature slept, believing it had vanquished the man. It awoke as the man approached it and laughed at the man when he told him he’d come to vanquish him.

“Then the dragon stepped out of the cave as it told the man the name it had gone by as a human, of its many exploits, travels made, people met. The dragon spoke of power it had wielded and how small and insignificant that was compared to the power it wielded now, about its magnificience and its near omnipotence. The dragon declared that it could never be harmed, even by the sword it recognized in the man’s possession. It said the man was too weak to understand how to wield the sword and that it was just a decoration, a shell of its former self.

“The dragon was mighty and great. A single massive head with its two pairs of glittering red eyes. Teeth as long as the sword in the man’s grip. A body so large that the mere sight of it took the man’s breath away. It possessed wings of a span so wide, there are no measurements I can give you accurate enough. Scales as dark as night, so black it seemed to absorb the dim sunlight that shone through the bleak clouds.

“The dragon saw the man’s expression and laughed. ‘You cannot defeat me!’ it roared. ‘No one and nothing can, in this world or the next!’

“But the man stood his ground and told the dragon it would be defeated. The sword began to glow as the man spoke, as if his very conviction, his determination to save this land and its princess was giving it power. The dragon had never seen the sword react to this and knew it had to end this then and there. So he breathed fire on the man, with heat so strong it melted the earth itself.

“The man rolled out of the way and still the sword glowed. It was a fierce battle that followed, fire and claws against the sword. But finally the dragon gained the upper hand and captured the knight in a single claw. It stood on its back legs and began to laugh, so loud and strong that the land vibrated with the echo. It told the man how foolish he was, about how he was going to devour him and continue to lay waste to the land for countless years to come.

“But the man, tired and worn, told the dragon that doing the right thing was never foolish. And although the dragon believed it had the upper hand, it had just delivered itself into the man’s grasp. The dragon’s eyes grew wide as the man raised the sword and plunged it deep into its heart.

“The dragon dropped the man and the man rolled. He recovered in time to watch the dragon as it roared and turned into stone with the sword sheathed in its heart. There was a rumbling. The sky parted and the sun shone, the bleak landscape became blanketed in green grass and flowers. Most amazing of all, the mountain cave the dragon had dwelled in became a magnificent castle that shone white in the sun with the tallest towers the man had ever seen.

“The castle gate opened and Norae stepped out. She kissed him and thanked him for all the good he had done, and told him that she could grant him a single wish. The man smiled but he didn’t ask for wealth or fame or anything a man would be tempted to ask for.

“‘All I ask, Your Highness, is to become a Knight,’ he said. The Princess smiled and asked him to kneel. She knighted him then, even without a sword and the two of them lived happily ever after.

“… But not before the newly turned Knight had a few more great adventures,” Derek finished with a grin.

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Divinatas – Apr 19, 2009 at 8:54 PM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga][b][u][i]Chloe[/i][/u][/b]

Chloe found herself enchanted with the story and that gentle tone of Derek’s voice as he told it. It was easy to be wrapped up in the words of the tale, forgetting about the constant rocking of the boat and the roar of thunder from outside.

“That’s amazing. I wonder how many stories like that may actually be true..?” she asked, with curiosity.

The sound of footsteps approaching made her pause. One of the sailors, soaked to the bone and pretty unhappy about had come down to give them news. “The storm has settled and we’re approachn’ an island. Capn’ is gonna dock us to supply up and repair the damages, so we’ll be spendin’ the night on land. Get to stretch yer legs a bit.”

The storm had stopped! With Derek’s story, she hadn’t even realized it. She cast him a smile. “You’re a very good distracter.”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Apr 21, 2009 at 5:46 PM

Derek nodded and thanked the sailor who quickly returned above. He gave Chloe a sheepish grin and scratched the back of his head. “Thank you, Miss Chloe. It always helps to have an attentive audience.” He glanced up. “Isn’t that right, Jade?”

Jade snorted and pawed the floor.

Derek ran his fingers through his hair. “Looks like Jade is in a hurry to get up there and get some fresh air.” He shifted and released Chloe to stand. “Will you join us, Miss Chloe?” He bent forward, one hand on a knee and the other hand to her.

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Divinatas – Apr 21, 2009 at 6:26 PM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga][b][u][i]Chloe[/i][/u][/b]

There was no way she could say no to that. Chloe accepted his hand, pulling herself to her feet and brushing the folds of her skirt to straighten them again. She was feeling worlds better now without that queasy feeling and waves of dizzyness! She waited until he had Jade ready and left with them both to the top deck.

Outside, the storm clouds were leaving in the distance and the ship was already moving up towards the dock of a small looking port village. Sailors were running in every which direction, so Chloe made sure to stay near Derek and Jade, out of anyone’s way.

The village was small, but it was busy! They were already several other ships docked, possibly other boats trying to get repairs and stock after the storm at sea. When the ship was finally tied down and the anchor dropped, many of the sailors were begging their captain for a night’s rest and play before they got back to work.

Chloe was chewing on her bottom lip, mentally counting how much coin she had stashed away. “Do you think we could get away with a nice room for the night…? I really would like a real bath.”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Apr 21, 2009 at 6:57 PM

Derek patted Jade’s neck. The poor mare needed a nice cleaning and a lot of brushing. It was hard to get the burrs out when your horse wasn’t feeling too well in the first place. “You’re doing great, Jade. Thanks.”

Derek turned and was thoughtful for a moment. “If I need to, I’ll work for room and board, Miss Chloe. It’d be good to stretch my legs and exercise a bit.” Personally he never carried much coin with him. Those who tried to steal from him quickly learned that it’s not how much coin a knight is carrying … but how he uses the weapons he is.

The captain walked over to them. “I s’pose you and your lady will be going ashore as well.”

He nodded. “Yes, captain. How long will it take to repair and resupply the ship?”

“Eh.” The captain scratched his scraggly chin. “Shouldn’t be more than a night, I say. Come back by first light and I can tell ye for sure.”

“Of course.” Derek inclined his head. “Thank you, Captain.”

The knight took Jade’s reins and escorted Chloe off of the ship. Things were busy on the dock but fortunately, it didn’t take them long to weave through the crowd and the bustle. He kept an eye out for a nice inn for them to stay at.

Some children were kicking a small bag around, trying to keep it in the air not too far from them. Carts drawn by horses passed by. There was a lot of shouting by people trying to sell all sorts of fish and food.

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2009 at 6:09 PM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga][b][u][i]Chloe[/i][/u][/b]

It was so nice to walk on solid land again! Chloe decided she definitely wasn’t the sailing type, despite how beautiful the ocean was. She was happier admiring it from the safety of solid earth! The coastal village was vibrant with all kinds of people. Something she hadn’t seen in awhile. Always being on the road and traveling sometimes made you miss being around people.

Chloe stopped for a moment at a vendor, buying a few fresh apples. It would be a sweet treat for them, and one even saved for Jade. A friendly conversation with the women brought a good suggestion for an Inn. A place owned by a pair of older brothers and boasting very comfortable rooms for a Lady and her Husband! Chloe had blushed red, but she didn’t correct the woman’s assumptions!

“Maybe I should find a job too. You do so much already. A vacation for you and Jade might be a very nice idea!” she suggested, pointing down the street towards the Inn.[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Apr 27, 2009 at 4:25 PM

Derek smiled. “We appreciate it, Miss Chloe. I guess I can’t stand in your way if you truly want to help …” He tilted his head slightly at her. He didn’t want her to strain herself but when a woman put her mind to something, you couldn’t stop her. He wasn’t the type to force anything on a woman but he was still concerned about her.

Jade sniffed the apple Chloe held out to her then bit into it. Her stomach must have felt a lot better now that they were on solid ground. She made it disappear in no time at all. She neighed softly and nuzzled Chloe’s hand.

“Feeling better, I see, Jade,” Derek said with a grin. He patted her neck. “Let’s go see this inn, Miss Chloe. Maybe they’ll have some jobs we can do. Or we might even hear about a job or two along the way,” he suggested. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s strange. This place. It looks like it hasn’t been touched by the way. Gorawen and Difrod feel like a whole different time, an entirely different world.”

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Divinatas – Apr 28, 2009 at 11:43 PM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga][b][u][i]Chloe[/i][/u][/b]

Chewing on her bottom lip, Chloe tried to repress that guilt she felt over keeping Derek away from his own duties. When she had the chance, she would ask people about dragons, Gorawen and Difrod, but she had yet to hear anything that might be useful for Derek. Sometimes she thought she might be selfish for keeping him like this, yet she couldn’t imagine how she would have gotten along without him!

The Inn was not that far, so while Derek took care of Jade, Chloe stepped inside to ask about a room. It was a fine Inn indeed, to even have cojoined rooms available! To spare Derek from what she would hope to be a long bath, she made sure to get the two rooms. As for work, she could help with the Inn’s laundry, but they didn’t seem to have anything else available themselves.

With keys in hand, she dashed outside to meet Derek at the stables. Chloe jangled the two keys! “Joined rooms! They are really nice! The keeper didn’t really have any jobs besides Laundry, and I can take care of that.”

~Meanwhile~

On the edge of town road in several men on fine looking horses. Their armor was unmarked, but by the look of them they were working for someone important. The head of the group dismounted when they stopped near a tavern. One he frequented every time he came to town. Raven black hair, with a pointed goatee, he frowned as someone dashed down the street to meet him.

“Sir! I have some ne-”

“Not now. Unless the shipment arrived two days early, I don’t care what you have to say.” he started up the tavern steps.

“But sir, that woman you were looking for is in town..!”

He stopped suddenly, turning around on the steps. “I’m listening.”[/so][/bg]

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Alarice – Apr 30, 2009 at 3:42 AM

Derek watched Chloe walk into the Inn to ask for rooms and jobs. He asked a boy who was carrying a bucket of water from the back where the stables were and thanked him for the directions. There was a wide alley that led to the back, well-kept and free of debris and then an open gate.

He walked into a small courtyard with a few stone benches set around a large oak tree. There were bushes planted along the fence and walls. At the back of the courtyard were the stables. He led his horse down the worn path that led from the gate to the stable doors. The last thing he wanted was to call down the wrath of whoever watched over and cared for the courtyard here.

The stables smelled of hay, horse, and, of course, manure. There were several stalls on either side and Derek took Jade to the first empty stall he came to. He preferred her to be as close to the doors as possible. It made for a quick exit when necessary. He also took notes of where everything was located, from the hay to the brushes and shovels. He took the saddle and reins off of Jade and placed them to the side.

“You must be tired of that by now,” he told her. There were only about a handful of horses in the stables so it was pretty quiet while he took care of her. He was in the middle of giving Jade a bath when Chloe walked in.

“Joined rooms! They are really nice! The keeper didn’t really have any jobs besides Laundry, and I can take care of that.”

Derek looked up at the sound of keys and smiled. “That’s great, Miss Chloe. I’ll ask around later if anyone else has some jobs. It’s not that I don’t appreciate what you’re doing, Miss Chloe,” he quickly added. The last thing he wanted to do was offend her in anyway. “But if we can earn some coin for the travels, it’s worth a shot, right?”

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Divinatas – May 20, 2009 at 4:16 AM

[bg=#0D1C0C][so=#A75D2D][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1508[/imga][b][u][i]Chloe[/i][/u][/b]

After giving Derek his key and making sure he knew which room was theirs, Chloe let him tend to Jade and leave to find temporary work. She had her own chores to do for the Inn!

Laundry duty for the Inn was very simple. All of the bedsheets, bath linens, and occasionally even the clothing for the more upscale guests were sent out to the back for the laundry. Doing the wash was time consuming, and hard work… but it was relaxing! As she scrubbed stains from fabrics, she thought about random things. Nothing ever particularly important, but pleasant all the same.

Lurking not so far away, peeking around a corner was tall but chunky fellow with a twisty mustache. Just below him was a shorter man with an almost shiny bald head. “No one is ‘ere, let’s get ‘er.” said the taller man.

“Hold on a minute, we have to make sure that knight isn’t around.” replied the shorter.

The taller one snorted. “‘e’s not. Gar and ‘is men followed ‘im out to make sure ‘e ain’t never coming back.”

Looking around once again, the shorter nodded. Both men snuck out from their hiding place and approached silently! The woman was humming some random song and hanging up a large sheet on the drying line. She hadn’t noticed anyone drawing near until a shadow cast on the other side of the sheet. By then, it was too late! Pouncing, sheet, woman and all, she was wrapped up and thrown over the taller man’s shoulder in a second! When she gave a muffled scream, he gave her a good bounce.

“Don’t jostle her too much, the boss wants her whole!” the shorter, bald man complained as they took their captive off where the bossman wanted her!

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Diala] The Cards we are Dealt

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Title: The Cards We Are Dealt: Finding Ones Place!
Number: 646
Date: Apr 29, 2009 at 3:23 AM
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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 3:23 AM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga][b][u][i]Caroline[/i][/u][/b]

“Why are we here again? There’s witches, wolves, and demons everywhere.”

“It is New York. What do they call it, America’s Melting Pot?”

“How is anyone supposed to do anything in this city with all of this chaos going on. That critter just got himself killed there. And look, what is that witch doing casting like that in public? Don’t get me started on the [i]demons[/i].”

A soft laugh. “Demons like myself, Alistair? Or are we speaking of the unfriendly type?” High in the sky, sitting on the rooftop of a building, she sat. Her legs were crossed, dangling off the side. In her hands was a china tea cup. Though it was raining, not a dropped touched her immaculate clothing. Navy blue thigh length jacket, a mocha-cream silk blouse and corduroy pants in the same soft brown as the tea she was drinking. Her raven black hair was swept up on top of her head in a messy loop. Of everything, it was her feet that stood out. She wasn’t wearing any shoes. Just bare feet with toenails painted a shimmery copper.

“I don’t mean [i]you[/i], as foul as you are. At least you have st- Damn it. There’s a vampire too. This city sucks– and that was not an intentional pun! Screw this, I am going to get something to eat.” [i]Flapflapflap![/i] The body that belonged to the voice appeared as it leaped off the edge of the building. A bat, small and black flew off in to the rain. That was all he was.

Caroline leaned, glancing downwards where Alistair was last spying. She frowned. A vampire feeding on some pour drunken soul. There were many unusual things, possibly more important things, for her to turn her attentions to. But this one had a strange aura. The cup in her hands vanishes, as well as her invisible roof. Rising to her feet, she took a few mere steps right off the edge of the building.

Caroline landed softly and silently in the alley. “Did you [i]ask[/i] for that dinner…?”
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Alarice – Apr 29, 2009 at 3:51 AM

[I]Slurp! CRRRUNCCHH!! SSSLLUURRRPPP!![/I]

He leaned over the body he clutched tightly, long black hair falling over his face. He was hungry, so hungry! His stomach was beginning to unclench and color was stealing back into his cheeks. The human he held had gone silent, still awhile ago. The body was getting cold. And still he drunk.

He lifted his head only to run his tongue over his fangs. He reached out to grab the man’s hand, pulled his arm toward him and sunk his fangs into his wrist. It was there he drunk even more of the sweet wine that was hiding from him. He did the same to the other wrist until he was absolutely sure the body was drained.

“Did you [I]ask[/I] for that dinner…?”

Red eyes glowed in the darkness and watched the woman like a wild animal caught in a corner. The wounds on his back and chest were nearly gone now. They had been so deep, so serious that a mere mortal would have already died. But he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten them or why he was out here. All he knew was that he was hungry and the human’s blood …

Mmm … The blood …

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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 4:21 AM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga][b][u][i]Caroline[/i][/u][/b]

This was different. No witty remarks? Arrogant threats? That was all vampires liked to throw out these days. Her frown turned to a scowl, as she glanced from the vampire to the human. Dead. Sucked dry to the bones. Moving her hand slowly to push back her jacket and reach for a knife, this creature was still behaving curiously. Running on instinct like a wild animal and nothing else.

Caroline was thankful that Alistair flew off. This would be another one of those [i]why don’t you just kill it[/i] conversations. She couldn’t do that. She had to know first. So often things weren’t what they seemed.

Still there was a familiar aura that hinted towards something dangerous. Someone to beware.

“Hey.” she snapped her fingers with her other hand, trying to catch his attention again. “There’s nothing left. And there won’t be another. You don’t belong here.”
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Alarice – Apr 29, 2009 at 2:11 PM

His fangs were disappearing. He licked his lips. He wore a shirt, jeans, a long coat that reached down to his ankles. The rips and tears in them were the only things that showed he’d been injured at all. He was barefoot but he didn’t feel the cold.

[I]SNAP.[/I] He clenched his teeth and winced as if he’d been struck. The red eyes faded to dark gray and focused on the woman. He could tell she was different. He looked ready to lunge at her but then something drew him back–and he raced out of the alley instead!

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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 5:36 PM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga][b][u][i]Caroline[/i][/u][/b]

“Why do they always run.” she muttered under her breath.

In an instant she sprang forward for the chase. He was quick! Quicker than she would have expected for one seemingly starved. Which meant he was a strong one. Very strong, and very unusual.

The small black bat had returned flapping furiously to keep up with her. “There wouldn’t be any chasing if you just would have killed him!” complained Alistair, puffing between breaths.

It was true. The vampire had gone feral. Caroline could have killed him in an instant with any quick motion before he had even dropped that poor dry human. Been done with it and off to figure out what was going on in this city. [i]’But mistakes are made on judging ones actions instead of their motives…'[/i]

But she couldn’t very well chase him across the city. As soon as there was a moment out of human sight, she was drawing coal grey ribbons out of her coat pockets. Swinging them out, they darted towards him like wisps of solid shadow to wrap around the vampire! She jerked![/do][/bg]

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Alarice – Apr 29, 2009 at 5:49 PM

The vampire was almost free! If he could just get–

Something wrapped around his legs and he fell with a thud! His jaw slammed against the concrete but he quickly turned to see that woman holding it. He hissed at her and struggled. His fingernails had lengthened into claws and now he tried to use them to gain some kind of hold, to pull himself away.

In the depths of his mind, a thought formed. “Leave me alone,” he growled, baring fangs and struggling. He had to get free. He had to–He had to do something. Something really important! He slashed at those ribbons, kicked at them, pulled and fought for all he was worth!

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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 5:59 PM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga][b][u][i]Caroline[/i][/u][/b]

Caroline grit her teeth and pulled tight! If this was a precursor to what he’d be like at full strength, that would be one hell of a fight!

Alistair landed on her shoulder, grumbling out a few unintelligible words. “What a waste of time.”

“Not now.” she muttered, giving her shadow ribbons another sharp jerk. He could fight but he wasn’t. This was enough to keep him alive. For now.

“I am not going to kill you – if you hold still and talk to me. However, there are other things in this city and you are drawing attention. Run and you will be chased. And I can promise I will be the least of your concern.”
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Alarice – Apr 29, 2009 at 6:09 PM

The vampire growled. He had no reason to trust her! She could be an enemy! [I]His[/I] enemy! She could be plotting to hurt him even while she spoke! His eyes narrowed into slits. But he couldn’t get free. Not with these things keeping him down. He didn’t know what sort of weapon this was but anything that restricted him was dangerous. He needed to get free.

The vampire stopped struggling but he was still wary. Much like a wild animal, he looked just as ready to bite off your hand as accept a handshake. His body was tense, ready to spring into action. “Free me first,” he growled.

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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 6:26 PM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga][b][u][i]Caroline[/i][/u][/b]

Caroline paused for a moment, waiting for him to calm enough to stop struggling, before she wrapped the ends of the ribbon around her wrist and slowly moved forward. Being as wary as he was (one doesn’t catch a wild animal and assume he’ll play nice) she wasn’t letting him loose just yet.

“And let you run away the moment I do? I think this well be fine.” Caroline stopped when she was within an arm’s reach, and examined him. Just by the shape of his clothes and the wounds that still lingered, though as faint as they were… He was in one hell of a fight. Something that might have killed him. Maybe it did? His behavior wasn’t normal.

“You are far too curious.” hissed the bat on her shoulder. He was regarding the vampire much like one would look down at some vermin crawling across the floor. “You vampire! How many people have you slaughtered so she can be done with you and I can have a more entertaining evening!”

[i]FLICK![/i] Caroline brushed the loud little beast off her shoulder with mild annoyance, but her grip on those ribbons hadn’t changed. “I am interested to know what you are running from. Your name. Who you are. Why [i]should[/i] I let you go? You devoured that human without a second thought. You have a power, you are dangerous… Who might you kill if I let you free?” It was as much as a question as a statement.
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Alarice – Apr 29, 2009 at 6:47 PM

The vampire bared his fangs at the bat before it got brushed away. It was annoying. He didn’t like annoyances. It distracted him and left him open to attack. Annoyances, like any other threat, had to be taken out. He pulled at the ribbons, testing its strength but of course, it was still taut and that meant he could not get free just yet.

The vampire looked up at the woman and glared. “Stop your incessant questions,” he demanded. “I do not need to answer of these. Let me free.” He pulled at the ribbons again, tried to break them! He refused to allow the woman to know he knew far less than she did about him!

***

Meanwhile, a foot nudged the husk of the human the vampire had fed on. There was a sound of disgust. “Worthless. That human owed me fifty bucks and his soul. How the hell am I supposed to collect now?” someone whined.

“Oh, shut up. You didn’t even want his soul anyways. You said so yourself,” someone else growled. “Baul, what are you sniffing at? Get away from that.”

Baul, the four foot tall imp with the prehensile tail who stood on a pair of red goat legs and had the upper body of a human child, stood. He had been leaning over the shell, sniffing it. He reached up to scratch at one of the horns poking out from his hair. “Vampire,” he said in a soft voice.

“Of course a vampire!” the first one who had spoken growled. “Who else could suck a human dry like this!” He kicked at the shell, at the wounds in his throat and wrist, drained of blood.

Baul blinked up at the two hulking demons towering above him. “Not just any vampire …” A wide grin that revealed sharp fangs appeared on his face. That grin said it all and the two demons with him flashed white teeth.

Not just any vampire … but the one that had done them all wrong.

“Find him,” the second demon who had spoken ordered.

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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 7:33 PM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga][b][u][i]Caroline[/i][/u][/b]

“You must if you want to live.” she answered simply. Perhaps it was an odd sort of conversation to having and still be using such a calm tone of voice. Yet it was one she had often. They either attacked or explained. Rarely did they escape. Caroline was not in the habit of chasing more than she could handle.

In this case, she had yet to judge on way or the other. He might have been lucky that his unusual behavior had drawn her attention. The longer she had him wrapped up, the more she could sense from his aura. A blank wall. But something behind it was very strong. That was flashing a warning signal in the back of her mind, but she had yet to remember what about it was so familiar.

She pulled her ribbons tight again, drawing herself closer. A foot away. Caroline was mindful of his claws in case he loosened him far enough to take a swipe at her. “Answer my questions with sincerity, and I may let you free. But I am not of mind to let a monster loose on innocent people. You have a choice.” and Caroline had all the time in the world for him to make it.
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Alarice – Apr 30, 2009 at 3:00 PM

The vampire glared at her but then the anger dissipated a bit, and there was doubt on his face. He looked away. “I … I do not … know,” he said slowly. It was a bitter pill to swallow, facing the fact. He was being spurred on by something he neither understood or remembered. It frustrated him.

Suddenly the doubt disappeared. The anger returned. “Are you content now?” he growled, pulling at the ribbons even stronger. Anger fueled his strength as did the knowledge that she would hold true to her promise and try to destroy him. He may not remember anything, before finding that drunk human but he refused to let himself be killed.

“Hohoho, check it out, boys. Our little pet’s been caught in someone else’s trap,” a low voice declared loudly.

From behind the woman, some yards away, a figure about seven feet tall and another one, much shorter at four feet, stood there. The first was dressed in a suit and shoes with a tie. He looked human down to his blonde hair and dark brown eyes but when he smiled, it showed rows of pointed teeth. The second was definitely not human. Red skin and prehensile tail with a pair of horns standing on a pair of goat legs when this one smiled, it flashed pointed teeth, too.

The vampire growled. He didn’t know if these were friends of the woman’s or not but it didn’t matter. They were all a threat to him. At least until he could figure out who or what he was …

The red one crouched down and sniffed the air. “It’s him! It’s him!”

“Step aside, lady. This one’s ours,” the one who’d spoken ordered as they drew closer but then stopped. The woman could be a slayer or perhaps another vampire. She must be either lucky or really skilled to have caught their little “prize.”

The vampire’s eyes flashed red. “I do not know who you bastards are but step down, scum. You have no business here.”

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Divinatas – May 1, 2009 at 4:49 AM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga][b][u][i]Caroline[/i][/u][/b]

Caroline was in the process of trying to tighten her ribbons again when the new voice interrupted.

[i]”Hohoho, check it out, boys. Our little pet’s been caught in someone else’s trap.”[/i]

She let out a slow breath, only tilting her head slightly to take gander at who arrived. Unfriendly types. Mix matched. A demon and imp? Possibly? Her new [i]friend[/i] didn’t seem charmed to see them either. [i]
“It’s him! It’s him!”[/i] Pointed the little red beast. Caroline raised an eyebrow.

[i]”Step aside, lady. This one’s ours.”[/i] they stopped before coming any closer.

[i]”I do not know who you bastards are but step down, scum. You have no business here.”[/i]

That was when Caroline smiled. A slow sly look across her face as the ribbons in her hands suddenly fell loose. “I am afraid I found him first, and he is in no interest to be kidnapped by beasts. …But if you would like to [i]try[/i] and take him…” Caroline pulled his ribbons frees, allowing the vampire to do as he pleased. It was a risk, but she was going to trust – or be forced to chase him down again afterwords.

With her ribbons disappearing back in to her coat pockets, Caroline turned around to face their guests, her hand moving behind her back to draw out an axe the was slowly shimmering in to view. It was modest in design, but brilliantly sharp. It’d do fine.

“Of course, you’ll have to deal with me as well.”

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Alarice – May 2, 2009 at 3:47 PM

“I am afraid I found him first, and he is in no interest to be kidnapped by beasts. …But if you would like to try and take him…”

The vampire looked about to lunge at the demon and the imp but he remembered the ribbons in time. He looked at it in time to see it loosen and fall. He blinked and looked up at the woman. What game was she playing? He narrowed his eyes at her.

The tall one snorted. “You think we’d come alone when we found out we were dealing with [I]that[/I]?” He pointed at the vampire.

“Hell no,” another voice said from the opposite end. He was tall like the first but he had dark brown hair and eyes, the same pointed teeth. He was dressed in slacks and a shirt but shoes. “We learned the first time.”

“Of course, you’ll have to deal with me as well,” the woman was saying.

“No problem, babe,” the third demon said, snapping his fingers. The alley swarmed with shadows made solid. They looked human but stood just five feet, long claws and red eyes. They had no mouths but their sharp claws could slice through flesh with ease. Although solid, slicing one in half resulted in two and bullets would just create holes that didn’t cause any pain. The only way to get rid of them for sure was to take out the one who had summoned them.

The vampire snarled and tensed, turning his attention back to the intruders. He’d deal with her later. He wanted the tall demon with the imp. He must know something! He ran forward but stopped short. His way was littered with those shadow-things. They attacked him en masse but they were just distractions. However, he learned the hard way about it being futile to get rid of them by slicing with his claws. They only multiplied and thanks to their sheer number, managed to get in a few slices.

The vampire growled and his eyes flashed red. So be it. His arms were bleeding and he hissed under his breath at the pain. But as he ran forward again, the little shadow-things charged all at once and he disappeared under them. The pile shifted and he burst out, landing just outside.

“Who. The hell. Am I?” he growled in a voice that was low and dangerous. His question was directed to the tall demon whose imp companion had taken refuge behind him.

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Divinatas – May 6, 2009 at 2:53 AM

[bg=#181609][do=#846749][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1514[/imga][b][u][i]Caroline[/i][/u][/b]

Caroline had remain still, never one to make the first attack, and frowned as those shadow imps were summoned up. They were frustrating little created creatures, often being more trouble than what it was worth. But shadow could handled. The axe she had pulled disappeared as the vampire ran past her towards their unwelcome guests. As he disappeared under the shadowy form, she pulled a small round marble from her pocket.

He jumped out – Caroline tossed the marble up in the air towards the shadows. “[i]Solis Lucis![/i]” The marble flashed, suddenly glowing as a bright blinding orb. Eating away at those shadow imps. Such a thing might also be effective on the typical vampire… so it was curious this one would be unscathed.

Caroline would unravel that mystery later. For now, she had moved under the distraction of the light to circle around the other side of their guests. Coal ribbons out of her pocket to throw and use on them like she had before! “He did ask a very good question! Perhaps you should answer him!”
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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Jinx] Never Love Again

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Title: Never Love Again!
Number: 68
Date: Jun 12, 2008 at 4:14 AM
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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 4:14 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=129][b]Sasori[/b]

A new day, a repaired laptop, and a great deal of studying to do. This time Sasori decided to stay far away from internet cafes, libraries, and the college. She didn’t want anyone disturbing her, and had no desire for idle chit chat with her classmates. They were all a bunch of nerds, anyway. She [i]especially[/i] didn’t want to deal with any loud mouthed obnoxious maniacs calling her a stupid bitch and breaking her stuff.

Sasori was sitting cross legged in the grass at the park. Tapping away at her laptop with the designs for her latest project. It was going to a fantastic piece, not only earning her top marks, but being the talk of the science world!

[i]Ringading! Ringading![/i]

Sasori picked up her phone. An unknown number. “Mikazuki Sasori.”

[i]’Sasori! It’s Yume. I.. I really want to talk to you.'[/i]

She froze. Sasori was sure she blocked Yume’s numbers. She didn’t want to speak to her twin sister… “I’m busy, I have to go.”

[i]’Please, Sasori. Akira and I… We should really talk abou-‘[/i] BEEP!

Sasori tossed her phone in to her purse and took in a deep breath. It was a mistake, for as soon as she tried to breathe she could feel the burn in her throat and the tears in her arms. She drew her legs up and rest her forehead against her knees, trying desperately to push those thoughts back down. Why did Yume have to call! She didn’t want to think about Akira and her sister together. Her own twin sister and her boyfriend together behind her back…

A quick sniff and Sasori was quickly wiping the tears off her face. She couldn’t cry, she had her project. Plenty of work to do. Sasori started typing again.

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Xnijmai – Jun 12, 2008 at 5:01 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Stupid loud mouth bitch…” He glared over at that snobby new transfer student as she sat on the bench typing away at her laptop, acting all bourgeois. “Think she can tell me watch I can do Just cause of her high education and her ability to buy expensive things like laptops…” Nothing pissed him off more than uppity snobs with everything that tell people what to do just cause they had more material possessions. “Hmmmppp…” He just couldn’t take his eyes away from her, staring at her intensely, hoping that he could make her explode into money if he just focus all his energy into it.

“Gggrrr…” As he stared he couldn’t help, but noticed that she was chatting away on her cell phone. “…” She suddenly closed her phone and threw it into her bag, as if she heard something she didn’t want to hear. “…?” Her lips slightly quivered as she moved her legs in against her chest, seemingly in her own world at the moment. “…?” The faint autumn breeze drifted in from the east, brushing her hair from her face, making the individual strands dance in the air as if independent life forms seeking to escape from the prison binded them down. The wind exposed the soft redness that glowed against her cheek, like color of an apple ripening in the midst of spring.

“…Wha…” A single tear managed to escape her tighten fastened eyes, drifting ever so slowly down the curves of her face, leaving behind a trail of faint residue. “…” The gentle features on her face seem to be illuminated by an unearthly glow of the moment, as if there was an aura that hovered over her skin. Her small, frail looking hand moved up from the keys of her laptop to brush away the single running tear from her face. “…”

He was utterly breathless, as if this single moment in time had robbed him of his life essence, as if being enraptured in this moment seemed to be the only single thing in the world that had any importantance at all. His heart…His soul…The very core of his being was touched. “…”

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 5:12 AM

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TypeType. Type. Type…

Damnit! Now she couldn’t think of anything [i]but[/i] them! Angry, she saved her work and slapped the computer closed. She wasn’t going to get anywhere at this rate, she would have to clear her head. Sasori stuffed the laptop in to her bag, pulling it up over her shoulder as she flicked one of the fallen autumn leaves out of her hair.

It was a really pretty day, a walk should do her good. If she didn’t want to run in to someone before, she really didn’t want to talk to anyone now. That lump in her throat was still burning, making it painful with every swallow. Why couldn’t Yume gt the hint and just leave her alone?

She didn’t seem to notice she was being stared at as she walked off towards the trail that ran along the lake. All she could think about was Akira and Yume locked in that naked embrace…!

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Xnijmai – Jun 12, 2008 at 5:56 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“…” He exhaled slightly as he closed his eyes, intending to gather his thoughts and pull himself together. “…” Josuke was pretty sure it was nothing, just the stupid autumn air making his hormones act all stupid…Even though this type of stuff usually happened only in the spring.

“Meh…” He had no interest in stupid, high maintenance chicks like her anyways; they were a pain in the ass to talk to, boring as hell, and are bossy like hell when they got their hooks into you.

“Hmmmppff…” He was better off with out her anyways. “…” He dugged his hands back into his pockets and slightly stretches his neck. “Oi…I guess I’ll just find something to eat or something.” He liking say his thoughts out loud because it made his mind follow through with it.

“…” He slightly glanced at her as she walked the trails around the lake. “Hhhhhhhuuuuhhhhh…” He grumbled to himself slightly as he started following the trails. “…”

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 7:07 PM

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Sasori had her hands in her pockets as she walked slowly along the trail next to the lake. It had been a year and a half since she left her home town and came across the country to her new college. All because she wanted to be as far away from the happy little couple as she could possibly get. Maybe she should have tried a European college? It seemed staying in Japan wasn’t going far enough.

A sudden strong gust of wind caught her by surprise, and to her great annoyance her carried off her scarf with it! It landed not too far away on one of the fishing docks floating on the lake surface. Sasori pulled off her bag, hanging it on a low reaching branch and gingerly stepped on to the floating dock. The things always made her nervous with the way they’d keep moving a bobbing while you were trying to stand on them!

“Gotcha!” she exclaimed, snagging her scarf just before the wind blew it off in to the lake water. She wrapped it back around her neck as she turned back to shore, when suddenly there was a CRACK of the wood under her feet! Sasori screamed as the brittle boards snapped under her weight and she went sprawling backwards in to the lake!

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Xnijmai – Jun 12, 2008 at 9:14 PM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“…” God, he was following her around like one of those creepy stalker freaks. What the hell did he expect out of following her anyways? He should had just ignored this stupid feeling and kept on walking like nothing happened. “..” But, instead, he was following her, keeping a good distance behind her so that she wouldn’t notice that he was following her. “…?” She started running as if she was trying to get away from something.

“Ah, damnit…She saw me chasing her and thinks I going to mug her or something. Shit…” It seems that his gut feeling to walk away was right. She was who she was, and he was who he was, nothing like and have nothing in common. He was kicking himself for even trying to attempt anything. “…” He turned his back and started walking away when he heard a SPLASH.

“…?” He turned around to see the girl sitting down in the lake water. “Hahahahahaha.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. That’s what she gets for trying to run away from him when he wasn’t doing anything to her. “…” Well it was his fault that she fell into the water so he better go help her out. “..” He smirks as he walks towards her. “Oi, ain’t too graceful are ya?” He smiled slightly as he walks closer towards her.

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 9:47 PM

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Sasori was sitting waist deep in frosty cold water and she was absolutely miserable. That feeling double when Josuke appeared walking towards her with that asinine smirk.

“Get lost.” Sasori hissed, as she pushed herself up out of the lake. As soon as she took a first step, there was a sudden jolt of pain in her ankle. A yelp escaped her lips when she lost balance and she toppled right back in the water. Not a twisted ankle! She has Judo Club practice this weekend..!

“Stop laughing!” she shouted at Josuke. What a jerk. It was just like men to stand around cackling at things that were clearly nothing near funny. Sasori moved to climb back to solid ground again.

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Xnijmai – Jun 12, 2008 at 10:03 PM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Hahahaha, its funny, that’s why I am laughing.” He smirked as he walks closer to her, walking towards her instead of the boardwalk, dipping the tip of his shoes into the water. “Oh? Let lost? Fine…I guess you don’t need any help.” Yep, just some stuck up brat reaction like that he expected. But he still reached out his hands towards her, continuing to offer her his help. “Did you spaz out or something? What the hell are you doing down there?”

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 10:13 PM

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Sasori shoved his outstretched hand away, not intending to accept any help from someone so rude. Back on her feet again, she even stuck her nose up in the air and glared imperiously at him.

“Not that it matters, but I was fetching my scarf.” Sasori sloshed through the water, this time not putting any weight on her ankle and limping for dry ground. “Get out of my way.” she growled, half pushing, half using him for balance as she hobbled past him.

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Xnijmai – Jun 12, 2008 at 10:38 PM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Feh…” Was his instinct right, or was it right? Nothing, but a spoiled little bitch to proud to even ask for help when she needed it. God…What did he see in her anyways? So what if she shed a single tear? Why did he think it was out of sadness? She could had just have something caught in her eye.

He was a huge idiot to think that someone like her could even get sad like that. She probably never had a real sad day in her life. “…Fine.” He moved away from her, moving away from her as she tried to support her from leaning on him, making her fall down again. “…” He sighed, feeling like he was cheated some how.

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 10:46 PM

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He moved, her balance was lost again, and down she went with another splat! Sasori was so [i]angry[/i]..! She had opened her mouth to start shouting at him, but what was the use anyway? He was a creep, and she was dangerously close to crying again. Clamping her mouth shut, Sasori crawled the rest of the way, not getting back to her feet until she was on the ground.

She decided she was eternally grateful that she was all wet, cause it was impossible to tell she had let a few angry tears slip. She wiped her sleeve across her face as she limped for the tree, tagging her bag off the branch and hooking it over her neck.
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Xnijmai – Jun 13, 2008 at 12:20 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“…” What brought out all of that? “…” Hell, even a huge bitch like her didn’t deserve to be treated like that. “…” Did he just call her a bitch again? Why was he so angry all of a sudden? “…” He sighed a bit, a bit disappointed in himself, but…Honestly, he was also disappointed in the girl. Why? He doesn’t know, but there was a sense of being misled by her, even though she didn’t do anything.

“…” He sighed as he as mulled over his thoughts. “…” He sighed to himself as he took a deep breath and did a prat fall into the river. SPLASH “Damn…Would you look at that…I guess you ain’t so damn clumsy after all…” He sighed as he walked over towards her, dripping wet himself. “…” This a was be harder to say than what he expected. “…Uhh…Look…I’m sorry acting like such an asshole to ya…” It was a pathetic start, but it was the best he could muster up.

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Divinatas – Jun 13, 2008 at 12:32 AM

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Sasori looked over her shoulder at the sudden splash. …and blinked. There he was sitting in the lake with a sheepish expression. Did that idiot throw himself in the lake to say he was sorry? Worse, he padded out of the water right to her and really [i]did[/i] apologize!

Sasori stared at him wide eyed and speechless for a moment! Slowly regained her composure, producing that cool nonchalant expression she was so famous for. She flicked a wet leaf off his shoulder and scoffed. “I suppose you can’t help it, lacking manners and all.” she muttered in reply.

Another sudden gust of autumn wind reminded her that it was too darn cold to stand around in sopping wet clothes. “I have to go home.” she said, not really sure why she bothered telling him, considering the circumstances. Sasori took a limping step back, intending to hop home if she had to.

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Xnijmai – Jun 14, 2008 at 5:28 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“…?” He stared at her as she was limping away. Damn, now he started feeling guilty for letting her fall down. “…” Without asking or giving any warning, he hoisted her up on his shoulders and slung her arm around his neck. “Damnit… Just where the hell do you live anyway?” He glanced over and saw her laptop case. “Hahaha, What is it with you and breaking your laptops?”

He just realized something and reached down to his own pocket. “Nooooooo!!!!” He hung his head as he realized that he had both his PSP and his cell phone in his pocket. “Goddamnit…” He sighed as he slightly glanced over at her for a bit. “Baaahhhh…” He slightly regrets his sudden choice to try to comfort her.

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Divinatas – Jun 14, 2008 at 5:48 AM

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“h-hey!” Sasori shouted as he practically flung her on to his shoulders! She didn’t think twice about clamping her arms around his neck, holding on so tight she might have been strangling him!

“I didn’t break it, unlike [i]you[/i] I hung my valuables on the tree first.” Hmph. That look on his face. She wasn’t all that fond of being off solid ground, but he was sort of being helpful. “Oh, don’t be a baby. I can fix your PSP and your phone why my tools at home. I live in the Shinku district.”

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Xnijmai – Jun 16, 2008 at 3:19 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Ack…” She had such a tight grasp around his neck it felt like she trying to imitate Dynamite Suzuki’s Lock of The Gate of Hell (The move he used recently to win the All Kanto-Region Pro Wrestling Ultimate Throwdown X), and doing a hell of a job at it. “…” But he refused to show any sign of weakness, not any where near willing to admit that a girl was putting him through this much pain.

“Oh…Yer…Stuffs…” He choked out, trying to make it seemed like he grunting nonchalantly, and not like he was struggle to get some air into his lungs. He half stumbles down back to the tree where she hung her stuff, trying his damnest not to pass out and reached out for her things, missing twice, and nearly tipped over as he over shot his reach the third time. “Ughhh…” He randomly shot out his hands in a last ditch effort before he felt he was going to pass out and manage to snag it. “Woooo…”

He waved the her things weakly in the air, making it hover next to her. “Here…ya…Go…” He was slightly stagger back and forth as he waited for her to take her things from his hands. “…”

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Divinatas – Jun 16, 2008 at 3:58 AM

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Was he such a baby he couldn’t even carry a girl? Sasori had to release one of her arms to grab her stuff, and thus was no longer strangling him. Then she realized she was probably killing him and he was just huffing around letting her do it. What sort of macho crap was that?

Sasori hooked her bag over head and returned her arm around his neck, this time with a much lighter grip. “Why do you have to be so damn weird.”

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Xnijmai – Jun 17, 2008 at 3:37 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Ggggggghhhaaaaaaaaa…” A large groan of relief traveled out of his mouth as she loosened her grip on his neck, followed by equally loud attempts to get air back into his lung, acting as it seemed that inhaling as much air as he could was the only thing that could keep him alive. “Hhhhaaa…” After a minute or two of his wheezing, he managed to be perfectly fine. “Hhhaaa…” Okay, maybe one more wheeze before he was done.

“Shinku district?” He started walking down towards the city, seeing that they will need to take the train back. “Oi…I wouldn’t think you’d be staying in a place like Shinku…Hell, with you being the college going type, I thought you would live out here near Tokyo…” He stares at her slightly sheepishly. “So…This place where you have the tools to fix my stuff…Do your parents live there with ya…Or some old dried up relatives?” He wasn’t thinking about anything too bad…Just curious…Well, maybe some bad things…(Josuke’s Fantasy: ‘Oh, Jos-Kun! What are you doing? No, please, I am not ready…But I can’t help it..Jos-kuuunnnnn!’*Scene ends with a wave of Cherry Blossom petals covering their silhouettes*) But they were perfectly normal things to think about for a guy his age!

“Oi?” He glanced up at her. “Weird?” Wah! He wasn’t weird. “I ain’t weird damnit!” He get flustered as this is what she thinks of him. “Damnit, I am just…Colorful and Exuberant!” Ha! Be she didn’t think he could use big words like that! Thank you, Silver Bullet Detective Maki! He grew a smug look on his face as he though he changed her impression of him. “Bet you didn’t think I could know such big word, huh?” A cocky smile loomed on his lips as he glance up at her.

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Divinatas – Jun 17, 2008 at 3:56 AM

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“I am truly flabbergasted at your grandiose skill with words.” she replied sarcastically in to his ear as she kept a moderately tight, but none strangling grip around his neck.

“I live by myself. My family owns a lot of property, and since this one was inactive I get to stay there while I’m in college. They have a dozen hotels, so it’s no big deal.” Sasori muttered, not being able to hide the bitter tone to her voice. Her parents were immensely proud of their genius daughters achievements and her acceptance in to top notch schools. But they didn’t like the way she left home, and how she was avoiding her sister. There was nothing worse that the shadow of a disapproving family.
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Xnijmai – Jun 20, 2008 at 12:45 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

So… You live by yourself then, hmmm?” His voice slightly peaked with interest as he looked up at her. “All alone…By yourself…No one around…Hehehehehe…” He smiled mishciviously. “Sooooo…You ever get lonely up there? Feel like you need some company once in a while, hmmm?” Oh, the thoughts young men have when you give them an opening. Hey! It couldn’t hurt to ask! He could dislodge a tiny chance at something if he kept prodding at the topic.

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 12:52 AM

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“Ugh…” Sasori groaned, rolling her eyes and sorely tempted to clobber him over the head. What so of retarded line was that anyway? Or was he just being a jerk again?

“I like it by myself. No stupid people to bother me.” she replied.

The train station was close to the park, so it was no time at all to get there! Sasori had train fare out of pockets ready so they could board before it took off without them. On the train, she made sure to strongly complain about his choices of seating. She didn’t want to sit or stand around those perverts over there! No, that old lady had a mean dog in her bag! That spot is too close to the door and they’d go flying out in a tragic accident if the train crashed!

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Xnijmai – Jun 20, 2008 at 2:19 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Hehehehe…” He keeps thinking unsavory thoughts ‘situation’ that could occur with her being along(Most of them involving him sneaking in for more ‘unsavory situations’). He muddled along with her on his back on to the train, getting weird looks from some and getting embarrassing remarks like ‘Isn’t that cute?’ ‘Why don’t you carry me like that.’ ‘Kids these days have no shame.’ He cast them all a dirty look as he looked around for a good seat.

“Oi…” She was sure damn picky about where she was gonna sit. “Jeez, just pick on-“ She interrupted him about a lady with a mean dog. “Saaa…” He looked at free seats sat right the middle of the train door, tossing her slightly towards the most middle seat to fend her off her fears of flying out the train door in some freak accident. “Sa…Picky, ain’t ya?” He setting in next to her. “Oi…” He instinctive pulled out his Psp only to realize it was still broken. “Crap…” He stared over at her. “You said you can fix it right?”

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 2:36 AM

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Finally seated, Sasori adjusted herself comfortably for the ride home. “I can fix anything.” Sasori said with her usual superior tone. She snatched the PSP out of his hand to look it over. It was only a little water damage. Getting it dried properly would be the hardest part, then she could fix any wires and bits that were short circuited.

The train car jostled, making Sasori jump and grab his arm for a quick moment. Trains were perfectly safe most of the time, but there was a huge traincar accident a year ago and Sasori had always thought if it could happen once, it could happen again. And if it was going to happen it would happen to her just to make things rotten. “You’ll have to leave your stuff with me.” she finally said, releasing his arm once the train was settled. “I don’t want you screwing it up while I’m in the middle of fixing it and then blaming me for it.”

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Xnijmai – Jun 20, 2008 at 3:05 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Heh…” He couldn’t help, but smirk as he felt her hands wrap around his arms as the jostle in the train spooked her. It felt kinda nice that she would trust him enough to hold his arms like that, though he suspected it was more of an instinct thing rather than anything else. But he accepted it; she warmed up pretty fast from falling into the lake and was pleasantly snug against his arm, which wasn’t completely dry yet. “…” And he could get a quick whiff of her hair, the scent faint, but it’s sweetness still left an impression on him. “Mmm…” She smelt very, very nice.

“Bah…” He slightly turned his head as if he was not interested with her at all. “You better not hock it or something. I have some very important stuff on there!” He slightly peered over at her again. “Sooooo…How long will you take to fix it again? Oh! And don’t look at my stuff! It’s private and very important” He nodded as if to add emphasis to what he said.

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 3:14 AM

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He was leaning close and when she turned to figure out what he was doing, he had turned away and was ‘bah’ing at her. He didn’t believe she could fix it! Hmph. Probably because she was girl.

“I’ve got plenty of money. I don’t have to steal anything.” she said defensively. “And what are [i]you[/i] going on about with me not looking at stuff? How else am I supposed to test it and make sure it works proper? You’re just afraid I’m see your porn.” she accused. As if it would be shocking to find porn on a guy’s PSP. Everyone knew boys downloaded porn off the internet.

“It won’t be fixed until tomorrow, anyway. It needs to dry over night and since I don’t have class tomorrow I can spend the day working on it.”

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Xnijmai – Jun 20, 2008 at 3:31 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Wahh!!!” He looked around at the people around them embarrassingly and glared back at her. “Damnit!” He pulled her in. “You don’t talk about that kind of stuff out loud! People will think I am some sort of pervert! …Even though everyone knows young men would have some sort of material on them…It’s still not accepted by public norms.” He huffs a bit. “…Still…I don’t want you looking at it cause you’re a chick, and it feel weird when chicks are looking through your things…”

He eyed her curiously. “So…You aren’t going to make me pay you for this…Cause I am very strapped for cash…I mean I barely make enough to get by on my own with my job…” He focused on her to see if she was buying the story so that he could get a free repair from her.

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 3:41 AM

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The hell was he pulling her close for and whispering like it’s a conspiracy. Who cares about his porn? Sasori slowly pushed his paws off her. If anyone was going to get the wrong idea about something, it was [i]that[/i].

She sighed and rolled her eyes at him. “I thought since you were being nice enough to carry me home, I would fix them for free. But don’t think I won’t charge you next time. I’m not running a business.”

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Xnijmai – Jun 20, 2008 at 3:55 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Bah, fine.” He sighs as he stretches out a bit, leaning back with his hands on the top of the chairs next to him and his legs sprawled apart like he owned the train. “I guess all I have to do now is just take out your trash or piggyback ya to the train if I need my shit fixed. Ain’t a bad trade…” He yawned nonchalantly rolled his head around his shoulder, slightly breaking the tension from around his neck from all that strangling from earlier.

“Oi…So…” He tried to put his best ‘cool’ act, acting as if he was just making small talk and didn’t care too much about what was said. “What’s your name? Heh…All this shit goes on and we don’t even know what the hell to call each other.” He was glancing over at his nails as he spoke, slightly picking out the random gunk in between the nail and his finger with his thumb.

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 4:05 AM

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“Sasori.” Ugh, he was already plotting on ways to do her favors so he could use her for free repairs. What a creep. She didn’t even bother asking his name in return, having crossed her arms and looking fairly sour. Sasori remained silent until the train was nearing her station.

“This is the place! Hurry up! I don’t want to get stuck on the train for another hour!”

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Xnijmai – Jun 20, 2008 at 4:32 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Feh…” He stared at his fingers as he cleaned them, feinting disinterest as he continued talking. “Sasori huh? Oi…I once knew a Sasori, she was some brat in my elementary school, always whining about how her juice was warm cause she didn’t have one of them ice pack things you put into lunch bags. She would throw fits and would try pawn off her warm juice to the other kids, saying that it was an awesome new way to drink juice! Bah…Stupid lying kid…” He was talking to himself as Sasori didn’t seem to care, but he didn’t notice.

“Oi, so as you can see, I haven’t had any really good experiences with Sasoris. Feh…” He stretches slightly as the train began to come to halt. “Sa…As for me, I am Jo-“ She interrupted him as he was about to introduce himself. “Oi…” He looks around. “Wah…Already? Damn…That was fast…” He gets up, offering his hand to her. “Oi.”

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 4:38 AM

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He did a whole lot of constantly talking, for which Sasori responded with a whole lot of not listening. She did catch that he had problems with ‘sasoris’ of which she only snorted to. When he offered his hand, she took it and pulled herself up from the seat.

Sasori was pretty darn sure she had herself balanced properly but when the train screeched to a stop she fell right in to him, and ended up putting weight on her twisted ankle! She proceeded to hop on the good foot with a whole lot of ‘ow! ow! owing!’ and muttering curse words!

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Xnijmai – Jun 20, 2008 at 4:59 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“…?” The train came to a slightly hard stop as Sasori got up. She planted both of her feet on the ground; the pressure on her bad foot was light enough for her to stand up. But as the stop came up, se wasn’t ready and lost balance. It was odd, really; what happened next. She started falling to sideways, due to the loss of balance from her bad foot. His harm reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into his chest as his other arm move backwards, placing itself against the window to be able support her weight, nearly missing the head of two salarymen.

“…” He stared down at her blankly as he was befuddled at what was going on, his body reacting before he could process what was going on. “You…Okay-“ He was interrupted by the small roar of cheers from the other passengers who witness his save. “Nice catch lover boy!” “Wow, that rough looking yankee is quick on his feet.” “Why don’t you ever try to catch me like that whenever I am falling?” He was embarrassed once more as he pushed off the window to stand up right. “You ain’t hurt now are you?”

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 5:07 AM

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Sasori stared at his chest for a moment until she finally shook her head and gently pushed away from him. She wasn’t sure if she just felt stupid or if she were embarrassed. The comments by all those snoopy spectators weren’t helping at all. Her face felt warm, and she was mortified at the thought that she might be blushing. She crashed in to him and he caught her, there was nothing to talk about!

“My foot- I lost my- I’m fine!” Sasori said quickly. She couldn’t seem to look him in the face, but she did manage to give his chest an imperious looking stare. “We better go before the doors close.”

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Xnijmai – Jun 20, 2008 at 5:24 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Come on…” He reached out his arm to sling around her shoulders and support her as he started walking towards the door. “…” There was a small applause from the crowd as they were getting up. “Heh…” Josuke put on a stupid smile and slightly waved with his free arm. “Hehehehehe…Thanks…I was only doing what I thought was right…” He slightly bowed his head as they walk off the train onto the platform.

“Hehehehe…” He was still slightly basking in the applause. “Mmm….” Then broke from it. “So…Where do you live?” He looked around a bit at the station. “Left? Right? Straight? Where is this abandoned hotel of yours at?”

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 5:30 AM

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Ugh! He was totally hamming it all up for attention! How sleazy could a man get! If she wasn’t limping, Sasori might have stomped on his foot. Scoffing as they exited on to the platform, Sasori pointed off towards the right.

“A few meters that way. It’s the big red old looking place called Mikazuki Resort.” her tone suggested she was back to be annoyed and inconvenienced by his presence.

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Xnijmai – Jun 21, 2008 at 2:27 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“That old place? I always thought that place was haunted…” He had to crouch down a bit to help her walk, paining his back. “Jeez…This is a pain in the ass…Here…” He stopped and slightly kneeled down, her arm still on his shoulders. “Hold on, damnit, I don’t want you falling down and suing me for assault.” He moved her other around his neck as he moved in front of her. “…” His hands slid back and grasps slightly at mounds of her skirt, pushing her up on to his back as he was leaning over. “You got a good hold?” He was smiling widely despite his calm tone; his hands still support her up by pressing up against her ass.

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Divinatas – Jun 21, 2008 at 2:35 AM

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Sasori held on to his neck again, which was the only reason why she wasn’t clobbering him on the head! Well.. she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of making a big scene about it. If he was so hard up for female company that he had to cop a feel on an injured girl, he could have his fun!

“Shameless jackass.” she scoffed in his ear. “It’s not haunted. At least I’m pretty sure it’s not haunted.” she pointed ahead down the street where the top of the building could be seen over the trees. “There it is. I suppose you’re afraid ghosts?”

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Xnijmai – Jun 21, 2008 at 2:55 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

He couldn’t help, but laugh out loud. “Hey! I am not doing anything wrong! I am merely supporting you up so that you don’t fall! It’s only a coincidence that it involves me touching your ass, that’s all!” He smiled widely as he looked up at her. “Wah! Of course I am afraid of ghost! I mean how the hell do you suppose I fight one of them? I ain’t got no anti ghost charms or Shinto staffs to throw at it!”

He continued to piggy back her to the entrance of her the hotel. “Wahhh…” He stared over at the large wooden gate that sat out in front of them. “…You got the key to this place right?” Then he pauses to think about it. “Oi…How would you open the gate to a large wooden dinosaur like this?”

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Divinatas – Jun 21, 2008 at 3:15 AM

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“Ghosts aren’t even real, you baby.” she muttered as he stopped in front of the wooden gate. Jeeze, it wasn’t that large. It look perfectly average to her. And to prove it, she had to precariously balance to reach out her arm and push open one of the large wood doors.

“You just push it! It has hinges, you know! How else would people get it open?” The door creaked open slowly after having been given a shove to reveal a unkempt rock path up to the front steps. The whole place look like it was in desperate need of repair and landscaping, and more than just a little bit creepy!

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Xnijmai – Jun 24, 2008 at 1:42 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Well…How do you know that ghosts aren’t real? Like…When you are awake and you know you are awake, but you can’t move your body at all, like it’s frozen or something. That has to be a ghost sitting on top of you! How else would you explain that then?” He was prattling on as she was talking, completely ignoring her words.

“Bah…No wonder why this place went out of business! There is no lock, which means you get people who can sneak out of the hotel before paying! Bah!” He shakes his head, give her some what of sardonic glaze. “Jeez, what kind of idiot still relies on the honor system in this day and age?!? How stupidly naïve it is!” He said in a somewhat mocking manner.

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Divinatas – Jun 24, 2008 at 4:40 AM

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“Oh please!” Sasori said, nearly exasperated. “If you’re going to believe in made-up stuff, at least get the facts straight. It’s not ghosts that give you sleep paralysis, it’s when your soul hasn’t gone back in to your body yet after unconscious astral projection.”

Sasori had her house keys pulled out, so as soon as he was up the front steps and at the door, she was leaning dangerously around his shoulder to stick in the key, twist, and unlock. She pushed open the door to reveal an interior that looks just as run down as the outside!

“If we locked all the people inside, they’d never be able to go out for their vacations and business meetings, you idiot!”

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Xnijmai – Jun 24, 2008 at 5:05 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Astral Projection? What the hell kind of spaceship crap are you talking about? Everyone knows that the reason why you can’t get up while you are in sleep paralyzation is because ghosts are sitting on your chest, trying to siphon off your ki to get reborn! That’s common sense! What the hell does flying though space have anything to do with not being able to move when you are awake anyways?” He crosses his as if to say claim that he won his arugment.

“Wahhh…” He looked around the place as they walked it, it seemed like no one lived in it for years. “Jeez…No wonder you guys locked the doors, who the hell would wanna stay here on their own free will after seeing all this shit…” He said, completely ignoring what she was going on about earlier. “Oi… Was thing place around doing the Tokugawa era or something? Oooo…Maybe there might be some old armor and shit lying around!” He was eager to explore.

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Divinatas – Jun 24, 2008 at 5:28 AM

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“Don’t be such a jackass! It didn’t look like this when it was open!” Sasori nearly shouted at him. She hopped over to the front table where her mail and answering machine sat. “Don’t go poking around at stuff!” She pressed the button to listen to her new messages.

[i]BEEP! Ms. Mikazuki, this is Mr. Tatsuya. Your thesis paper has been accepted, and we would be happy to have you in our Advanced Classes for next year! Your paperwork is on the way.

BEEP! HEY SASSY YOU MISSED A GREAT PARTY! RIGHT GUYS? (CHEERING LAUGHER!) SUCKS TO BE Y- MESSAGE DELETED.

BEEP. Sasori, this is your mother. Your father and I have decided that enough is enough. It’s very disrespectful for you to decline Yume and Akira’s wedding invitation. You cannot just avoid your family. Until you come to your senses we won’t be sending you any more money. I’m sorry sweetie, but you’re being unfai- MESSAGE DELETED.[/i]

Sasori stood there, staring down at her answering machine. Cutting her off because she didn’t want to go to her cheating ex’s and slutty sister’s wedding? Why was SHE the one shaming the whole family? How the hell is she supposed to pay for all of her school loans?! “Thanks a lot, Mom…”

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Xnijmai – Jun 25, 2008 at 12:50 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Wahhh…” Josuke was busy exploring the delaminated innards of the hotel, gazing like some foreign tourist at all the broken sights. “Man…” He walks into an unused room, immediately moving towards the rolled out tatami mat in the middle of the room and plopped himself down. “KAAA KAAAA!!” Dust flew up all around, giving evidence that no one had used it in quite a long time.

“Jeez…” He looked around at the room around him, the screen door was fading into a dull grey, the paint on the wall peeling, and the wear in the old blankets that sat in the corner of the room. “…” He sat up, thinking that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to be hanging out in such a musty old room. He gets up, dusts himself, and wanders back outside towards Sasori. “Man…How long has it been since you cleaned this place?” He glanced over at her and saw the look on her face. She was super pissed, and apparently at the little answering machine below her. “Oi, what happened? Did it break or something? You look like you are going to drop an elbow or two on it…”

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Divinatas – Jun 26, 2008 at 12:23 AM

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“It’s none of your business.” she muttered, turning to lean against the counter. Thousands of dollars worth of school loans. Books, supplies… groceries! She didn’t have time to get a job [i]and[/i] go to class. What were her parents thinking? This was her future they were messing with!

“Maybe if I rent out the rooms…” Sasori said out loud, glancing around at the battered mess that was the Mikazuki Inn. All it needed was some cleaning, paint.. a few repairs? If she stayed up late and cut back on sleep, she could get it cleaned up enough to open the place.

“Thank you for taking me home.” she finally said. “I don’t think I have time to fix your PSP and phone right now, though. I have a lot of things I need to do with this place or I’m going to end up broke.”

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Xnijmai – Jun 26, 2008 at 1:26 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Awwww!” He slightly pouted his lips and his crossed his arm, disappointed with what she said. “But I thought you said tomorrow!” He whined almost like a child. “Baahhh…” He huffed a bit as he looked around. “…” She was going to do all that by herself? “Oi…Damnit…I’ll help you out if it means that you can work on my shit faster.” He sighed as he looked over at her. “So…Are you planning on doing this whole remodeling thing soon?”

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Divinatas – Jun 26, 2008 at 1:34 AM

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Sasori eyed him with a mix of distrust and annoyance. She [i]could[/i] use the help. It’d be impossible to get everything cleaned up fast enough to start taking in boarders and getting paid before bills were due without any sort of help.

“I don’t know…” she started. “You break things all the time. How do I know you aren’t going to break all my stuff and set my place on fire?”

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Xnijmai – Jun 27, 2008 at 1:06 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“…?” He scoffs as he folded his arms together. “Oi, what the hell is there left to break? Or burn? Heh…” He wanders into the room he was in earlier and lifts up the tatami mats, kicking up the dust that built up over all the time it was unused. “Oi, I think it’s got so much crap on it I don’t even think it will burn anymore.” He threw the mat back down. “Beside, you are going to need the help you can get fixing this place. You ain’t going to finish this all by yourself…And you also got college and whatnot.” He turned around and wandered towards the walls, patting them slightly. “…I don’t want you to be wasting all those years of effort to get to college only to throw it away on some old ass building…” He stared up and examined the roof, seeing how the support beams were still able to keep it up.

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Divinatas – Jun 27, 2008 at 1:15 AM

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Sasori blinked. His unexpected sincerity surprised her, though she doubt he even knew what he said. For someone so obnoxious and rude, sometimes he said really nice things.

She smiled – actually smiled! – crossing her arms and gesturing a finger down the hall. “There’s tools and supplies in the downstairs closet. Your toys have to dry before I can work on them, but I’ll make you some dinner while you get started. And I don’t want to see any halfass work around here, or I might be inclined to halfass my repairs and instead of hot chicks on your PSP you’ll be seeing naked old men!”
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Xnijmai – Jun 27, 2008 at 2:05 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“…?” He turned around and looked in the direction she pointed him. “Bah! You better not replace my stuff with any wrinkle old farts! I might just…Turn this place into a pachinko palor instead of a hotel! Yeah!” He thought that was a good enough of a threat to keep her from messing with his things.

He gave her a warning glance before wandering down to the some of the tools. “Okay…” He stumbled around rather blindly until he spots the stairs and notices that the light aren’t working as well down stairs as they were upstairs. “Waahhh…” He was rather dark as he was looking for the tools and supplies, making him somewhat paranoid. “Okay…” He step around very cautiously, as if the something could pop out at any moment and eat him. “Okay…Just get the tools and get out…”

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Divinatas – Jun 27, 2008 at 2:17 AM

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Sasori watched him go down the hall before she pulled an old cane out of a vase near the desk and used it to hobble on down to the kitchen. She didn’t have a lot there, considering she lived alone and didn’t really like having any guests offer, but had more than enough to make a dinner for two. He was likely going to crack jokes about her cooking, well the joke was on him! Sasori might have been a scientific genius and not a normal girl, but she [i]could[/i] cook! He grandmother would have dropped dead if her granddaughters couldn’t even make traditional meals.

Meanwhile, there was a big storm blowing in! The wind was howling outside, and bright flashes of lightning sent rolling cracks of thunder through the sky. With it getting so dark outside, the inside of the hotel started looking pretty eerie. Shadows dancing on the walls, things looking weird and spooky.

Suddenly there was a big BOOM and the power went out!

There was a scream from the kitchen!

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Xnijmai – Jun 27, 2008 at 2:44 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Damnit…Where does she find all of her stuff in such a dark and scary ass place?” He squinted hard as he was gathering up the tools. “Hmmm…” He goes in to pick up what seemed to be a tool box when something seemed to pop up out of nowhere. “WAHH!!!” Something was moving! He saw it’s shadow shifting around! “WAAHHH!!!” He turns around ready to jolt back up the stair, then suddenly. “…” The lights shut off!

“WAHHH!!!” He was stumbling around blindly, having no idea where he was going or what the hell was down here with him. “WAAAHHH!!!!” He knew it was a trap! He knew she was some sort of ghost, luring him here to devour his life essence! The basement was probrablly filled with her ghost friends who were planning to dine on him like some sort of roasted pig! Bah! Why did he have to follow that stupid rich, spoiled brat ghost back home?!?!

Then came the sound of her screaming. “Wah?”

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Divinatas – Jun 27, 2008 at 2:50 AM

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She didn’t know if it was a bat or a flying rat with wings, all she knew is that it was flapping around her kitchen and it had startled her so bad she had sliced open her own finger! There was probably blood all over the place, but she couldn’t see a damned thing!

Sasori muttered a few curses, as she set down the knife and hobbled out the kitchen door to find the backup generators in the old shed. She was soaked with rain by the time she made it to the shed, and had to thwack the thing three times before it finally came on!

The lights in the building came back on. The kitchen had a very suspicious looking trail of blood leading outside.

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Xnijmai – Jun 27, 2008 at 3:20 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

Then suddenly, the lights returned. “…” He looked around for something to defend himself with, and stalked slowly up the stairs, carrying a lumber plank with him as he warily made his way up. “…” Sasori was gone. “…?” He looked around, not seeing her in the house at all. “Huh…?” He turned his head and noticed the blood trail on the ground. “!!!”

He looked around, terrified, as he search around for Sasori. “OH SHIT! DAMNIT! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU STUPID BRAT?!?!” He shakily grips the lumber plank as he moves closer towards the blood trail, leading outside. “…” It was clear what had happened…Some crazy old ghost of a samurai or whatever that died in the house wanted a human bride and tried to take Sasori away! But she refused and he attacked her, cutting her deep, but not fatally, for she needed to be sacrificed in a ceremony in order to be ghostifed as his bride. The Fiend!

“…” Of course, the samurai being a ghost and all, Josuke couldn’t do much against that, so he was going to leave. “..” But the moment he turned to step away, the image of her being used up by a filthy old ghost came to his head and filled him with rage! “GRRR!!!” No one violates Sasori in his fantasies, but him! He knew he didn’t stand that much of a chance fight against a ghost, but he had to try! Who knows, maybe the lumber plank was specially blessed by a priest and had magical properties!

Josuke dove out the open back door and charged in blindly in the rain. “I WON’T LET NO DAMN GHOST FORCE YOU TO HIS BRIDE!!!” He waved the plank violently and wildly, hoping to hit something.

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Divinatas – Jun 27, 2008 at 3:36 AM

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Josuke’s wild swing hit… a hanging potted plant! Dirt and mud went flying everywhere!

Sasori had already hobbled her way back in to the house, taking one of the side doors instead of the kitchen route. She needed to find that first aid kit fast! Apparently she was bleeding a whole lot worse than she thought and was getting blood everywhere! She cursed again when she tripped over the floor rug in the hallway, having to catch herself with the wall. She groaned, seeing the hand print of blood left behind. How was she going to get THAT off?

Sasori hopped up the stairs, and in the process there were several more bloody hand prints on her way up. By the time she made it to the upstairs supply room she was starting to feel a little dizzy!

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Xnijmai – Jun 27, 2008 at 4:03 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Waaaaarrrrrgggghhh!!!” He swung blindly at the rain, hopping that he would hit something and that thing could be hurt by physical means. “Haaaaaaa!!!!” He hurled the plank away from him in a last ditch effort to try to harm the so called specter. “…Haaaa…Haaa…” Trying to catch his breath, he manage to catch the sound of a door closing.

“…!!!” Of course! This all a ruse to distract him while the ghost was busy fulfill the ceremonial sacrifice! He was a fool not realize this earlier! He, not weaponless, dashed back into the house, slightly sliding a bit, but managing to catch the side of a table to regain his balance.

“!!!” The blood trails were now in the house and they lead…Up the stairs! What if he was already too late and she had become the ghost’s bride?!?! Then he stopped and thought about it for a moment; perhaps he was just over reacting to all of this. Maybe there were no ghosts…”…” He sighed, shaking his head; maybe she just had a bad nose bleed, that’s all. “…” Yeah a nose bleed… “He leaned against the wall, nodding to himself. “…” Yeah nothing at all. “Heh…” He smirks and looked up at the stair. “…”

And there he saw…BLOODY HANDPRINTS! “!!!” HE WAS WRONG! WHO WOULD TO GO AS FAR AS PUT THEIR BLOODY HAND ON THE WALL FOR SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS A NOSE BLEED?!?! This was her way of telling him to save her! He would be damned if he would lose the possible girl has been fantasizing about for a few hours to a ghost! “WARGH!” His courage returned to him, tenfold, as he charge up the stairs. “DAMNIT SASORI! I WON’T LET HIM HAVE YOU!”

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Divinatas – Jun 27, 2008 at 4:13 AM

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She looked up from digging in one of the cabinet drawers. Sasori could hear that idiot screaming out for her. Let who have her? She rolled her eyes, moving across the floor to the closet. Opening it up, she dug through the contents, pushing boxes out of the way, pulling out that silly life-sized realistic zombie they had for a Halloween decoration and setting it aside. Crap, she was getting blood on everything! Where was that stupid first aid kit?

Eeyuck…! She came across a dead rat in the closet! If she wasn’t already feeling dizzy before, now she was nauseous from the smell too! Stumbling backwards and squealing, Sasori fainted dead in the floor!

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Xnijmai – Jun 27, 2008 at 10:23 PM

[B]Josuke[/B]

He power step his way up stairs, following the trail of blood and hand prints on the wall. “SSSSSSSAAAAAAAASSSSOOOOOOORRRRRRIIIIIIII!!!!!” He cried in epic fashion. Hey when you are rescuing a lady in the arms of a crazed samurai ghost, you have every right to be as dramatic as you want to be. Of course he started yelling mid stairs, misjudging the distance that he was from the top of the stairs, and ran out of breath he finally got on the top.

“Haaa…Haaa…Sasori!” He leans against the wall, supporting himself up as he tried to catch his breath. “Sa…Sa…Sasori…I’ve come to…rescue you…From…-“ He looked up to find that she was on the ground, covered in blood! In fact blood was every where! “Grrr…” He clinched his fist as he saw the fiend responsible for all of this.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” Josuke charged in at full speed and rammed the monster to the ground, pinning it down and pummeling away at it with his fist. “I will not let Sasori be taken away from her life! Yeah, she maybe nothing, but some spoiled brat, but ain’t even all that bad!” He raises his fist for the finish blow. “AND IF YOU KILL HER, WHO IS GOING TO FIX MY PSP FOR FREE?!?!?” SMASH! His fist came down and splattered the monster’s head wide open. “Feh…No so tough, are you undead asshole?” He nonchalantly dusts his hand as he walks over to Sasori. “…”

He saw her breathing! She was still alive! “Oi…” He leaned down and manage to get her into his arms. “…” She was covered in blood! The fiend! “Sasori! Wake up! It’s over now…The monster is gone.” He tried hiding his smile as he tried to wake her. After all of this, he had to at least get some second bas action. He risked his life and slayed a monster for her!

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Divinatas – Jun 27, 2008 at 10:33 PM

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“Ugh…” what was that idiot wailing about now? Ooww… she must have cracked her head on the floor. That was real smooth. He was cradling her in his arms and trying not to grin like some sort of pervert! She shoved him away!

“Get off me!” Sasori blinked at the bloody hand print she left on his shirt, and at the blood on herself. And the floor and the door and- “Damnit! How am I going to get this blood out of everything!” All because of a stupid bat. This day couldn’t possibly get any worse.

The power went out again. Something made a long screeeeech against the glass on the window!

“…what was that…?” Sasori quietly squeaked!
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Xnijmai – Jun 27, 2008 at 10:46 PM

[B]Josuke[/B]

What?!?! After all that all he gets pushed away like a dirty child approaching freshly finished laundry?!? The outrage! “…” Wait…Huh? “Bat? What the hell just happened…There was a ghost…Or a Zombie…Or whatever the hell that was…” He stared around, confused at what happened. “DAMNIT! YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL ANYWAYS!” He was about to drop her back down when the lights suddenly died out again. “…” He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the piercing screech. “…” He tightened his hold on Sasori, not saying a thing nor budging. “…” Maybe it was just another noise… “…”

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Divinatas – Jun 28, 2008 at 3:15 AM

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Screeeeech! Screeeeeeeeeech!

The lights flickered back on. Nothing was in the window.

“O…okay.” stammered Sasori. She wasn’t [i]scared[/i]. After all, she had been living in the hotel for months now and nothing even remotely strange had happened! But, that [i]was[/i] a little spooky. …bah! Josuke’s crazy imagination must have been contagious!

Roughly, she shoved him away and got back on her feet. Feeling a little wobbly from all that bloodless, but wide awake enough after that spookyness, she snatched up one of the dust cloths to wrap her hand so she’d stop bleeding all over the place. “It was nothing!” she said quickly. “Stop looking so scared and help me find the first aid kit.”

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Xnijmai – Jun 29, 2008 at 2:15 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“…” He sighed a big breath of relief as the lights came back on, feeling a bit safer, yet stilled worried about the thing that made the screeching sound against the window. “…” he was a little lost in his own thoughts as Sasori spoke, taking a while to process that she was talking to him.

“Huh? Oh…Yeah…First aid…” He glanced over at her as she tried to pull a tough act. “Wah! You were scared too! Don’t act like you didn’t get scared by that!” He scoffs as he crossed his arms. “…” He looked over at the shatter zombie, a bit a confused. “So…That thing right there isn’t a samurai ghost trying to taking your for it’s bride?” He stared blankly at the zombie, seeing that it’s head seem to be made out of foam and rubber. “Hmmm…”

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Divinatas – Jun 29, 2008 at 4:20 AM

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“Samurai ghost bribe? Are you kidding?” Sasori blatantly ignored his accusations of her being scared. She so wasn’t. On the plus side, she had finally found the first aid kit hidden in one of the drawers. Setting it on top of a table, she opened it and was looking for what she needed.

“Those are Halloween decorations and from the looks of it, you totally smashed it’s head in!” she muttered over her shoulder at him. Pulling out a bottle of peroxide she poured it over the open wound on her finger… and promptly started hissing! It burns, it burns, it burns…!

The lights flickered on and off quickly then went out again!

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Xnijmai – Jun 29, 2008 at 4:35 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“…” He goes back over to the zombie and kicked it a couple of times, just to see if it was all that she had said. “…Damnit…” All that work for nothing. Bah! And he thought he was going to get some second base action! Bah! He slumped down as the feeling of disappointed settled in.

“Bah…” He continued kicking the zombie as he stared over at her pour the alchol on her wound. “…” Does she not how to do this at all. “Here, damnit…” He picked up the rag she used as makeshift bandage and the bottle of cleansing alcohol and slightly soaked the rag in it. “Here…” He grabbed her hand with no so much as a warning and ran the rag over her hand, cleaning off the blood, which was caked on her whole hand by now.

“There…Should be clean enough to put some bandage on-“ And the lights went off again. “…”

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Divinatas – Jun 30, 2008 at 2:10 AM

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“I know how to do it.” Sasori complained at him, but didn’t snatch her hand away. Of course [i]he’d[/i] know how to clean a wound. He was constantly busting stuff up and likely in street fights, in a gang or getting arrested all the time.

She blinked in the dark as the lights went out again. Muttering softly about the crappy wiring in the house, she fumbled around on the table for the bandages. Quickly wrapping and taping her hand, she was ready to go charging back downstairs to kick the generator when that screech started again!

[i]Screeeeeech! Screeeeeeeech![/i] on the window glass! And then.. it moved! The screech turned in to a scraping sound on the outside wall, seeming to move across the side of the hotel!

Sasori was still for a moment before she slowly started easing for the door. “It’s… just a tree branch. I’m going downstairs and find a flashlight.”

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Xnijmai – Jul 1, 2008 at 2:33 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Waahhh…” Josuke was still fumbling around in the dark, not really knowing what to do. “…Uhhh…” He reaches out for her, not sure where she went. “…Sasori?” He walked forward and bumped his foot over the zombie. “Damn thing…”

He was waving his hand around, trying to locate her. “Damnit, where did you-:” He is interrupted by the screeching noise again. “Ack…” He jumped up at the noise. “Sasori?? Where are you damnit…” He looked around cautiously, not that it would had helped any.

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Divinatas – Jul 1, 2008 at 6:11 AM

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Sasori was going to just leave him there… but that weird screeching sound was almost following her down the hallway! She back tracked in the dark, feeling her way along the wall and carefully watching her footing as she followed his voice.

“You sound like a big baby. Are you afraid of the dark?” she joked. Something brushed against her leg and she nearly screamed, but she clamped a hand over her mouth quickly. It was just a potted plant! Damn thing almost scared her to death! Muttering under her breath she finally spotted him, wrapping her fingers around his wrist and tugging. “C’mon.”

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Xnijmai – Jul 2, 2008 at 12:31 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Hey! You’re scared too! Don’t lie! All that scrapin’ is scaring you just as much as it is scaring me!” He was still reaching out for her as he stumbled around. “Oi…” He reached out and feels something. He tapped her face a couple of time before realizing that it was her. “Oi…Where are you going?”

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Divinatas – Jul 3, 2008 at 2:34 AM

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“To find a flashlight, stupid.” She swatted his hand away from her face, and dragged him along in the dark. She forget to be careful about where she was dragging, and might’ve let him run smack in to a few things. Sasori made a sudden stop in the hallway, listening!

“I don’t hear it anymore.” She was right. The screeching had stopped! There was only the falling of rain and the sounds of near thunder. Smiling in the dark, Sasori continued down the hall, dragging him behind her by the wrist. She turned in to a room (and oops, did she run him in to the wall?) and stopped again!

Sasori backed up until she ran in to Josuke, pointing a finger towards the window! There behind the glass was a ghostly white horrible looking face just staring inside!!

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Xnijmai – Jul 4, 2008 at 3:13 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Oh yeah…” He couldn’t believe that he was so scared cause of the dark when they could have just gotten a flashlight. He felt kinda stupid for panicking, but he pretend to be unphased by it; never letting Sasori think that she had gotten the better of him.

“Ow…” She kept leading him into things, probably on purpose, seeming to have some sort of twisted desire for him to run into as many things as she could throw at him. “Damnit! Walk straighter! You keep leading me into sharp corners and walls!”

“Ack!” He bumped right against her as she came to a sudden stop. “Oi, warn me where are going to go, jeez…” He uses this opportunity to slightly sniff a little bit of her hair, making it seem more like he was huffing out of annoyance. “What did ya stop for…” He stared over at the window. “Oh…Crap…”Slightly inches away, trying to pull Sasori with him. “…”

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Divinatas – Jul 4, 2008 at 3:28 AM

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Surely it had to just be shadows in the window! A trick of the dark! Sasori was backing up slowly with Josuke tugging her. Lightning flashed again illuminating the figure in the window. …He was climbing inside! With a three pronged hook for a hand!!

Sasori screamed, turning around to escape and run away with Josuke! Half pushing, half pulling him down the hall towards the stairs. In her fright she nearly forgot her twisted ankle, and at the top step nearly went flailing face first down them! Sasori grabbed a hold of Josuke’s shirt to pull herself back in to balance… but the moment of the running, they [i]both[/i] went sliding down the stairs!

Landing on top of Josuke at the bottom of the steps, Sasori was going to ask if she had killed him when…

“Careful…” a raspy voice that sounded like an old woman chided them. Sasori looked up to see another ghostly pale face, and ancient old woman with white hair wearing some out of fashion kimono and holding what looked like a huge scythe.

“Now we’ve got them.” replied another voice. It was the man from the upstairs window with the hook hand! They were surrounded!

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Xnijmai – Jul 4, 2008 at 3:47 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

RUN RUN RUN!! That was the only thing on his mind. He started to dash through the hall ways, at first dragging Sasori along with him, then out of some freakish burst of speed , he was being dragged by her. No wait, she was running ahead of him!

“WAHHH!!!!” Sasori pulled him down with her, dragging him against the flight of stairs. “ACK! OW! AGGHH!!!” His face continually collides with each descending stars, the added weight of Sasori on top of him adding to the pain. “Waaahhhh…” The pain finally stopped as they hit the bottom. “Waaahhh…”

He would of passed out, if not for the terrifying sound of someone else chiming from no where. “!!! Sa-“ He turns his head up and sees the hook man and nearly passes out, this time from fear. “Waaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”

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Divinatas – Jul 4, 2008 at 4:46 AM

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As Josuke screamed so did Sasori! They were going to die! They were going to die!

The old woman chuckled! “Poor dears, I think we scared them to death!”

Sasori slowly stopped screaming, but hadn’t quite stopped clinging to Josuke. “aah… what? Who the devil are you?!” They weren’t ghosts at all, were they! Her heart was pounding so heart it might’ve jumped out of her chest, and now she was mortified and embarrassed. They probably looked like complete idiots running and screaming like a couple of kids!

The old guy came down the stairs to help Sasori up off of Josuke. “We’re from next door. The lights are down on the entire street, and we knew there was a pretty young girl here all by herself, so we thought we’d come and check on you.”

“Oh yes, yes. Then we saw all of this blood and heard a man’s voice, we were worried!” explained the older woman.

Sasori wasn’t sure if she was really pissed off, or really grateful that she had neighbors so caring about a stranger. She was leaning towards pissed. “I cut my hand while cooking when the lights went out. He’s my… he’s my new staff member. I’m going to open this hotel soon.”

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Xnijmai – Jul 4, 2008 at 5:33 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“WAAAHHH!!! WAHHHH!!!!” Josuke didn’t quite stop screaming after Sasori did, cling on tightly to her as if this was going to be the last thing he did. No longer able to stand the terror, Josuke dug his face into the ground and shut his eyes tightly, waiting for the nasty looking hook to gut the both of them.

“…” When slow, painful death was inflicted upon them, Josuke opened his eyes and looked up at where he saw the hook man. “…?” He was smiling standing next to an old lady, who, for the record, was also smiling. “…?” He was to busy screaming to listen to their story earlier and feels slightly embarrassed at his fear of the two old people.

“Feh, you were that kid from earlier, dancing around outside in the rain, swing a piece of lumber plank while screaming out gibberish, weren’t ya?” The hook man smirked as he stared over at Josuke, crossing his arms together, making his hook more noticeable.

“…” Josuke was impressed with the hook! He thought it was scary earlier because he thought it was going to gut him like a fish, but now seeing it with having to worry about being skewered by it, it seemed pretty cool. “Oi!” Josuke gets up and complete throws Sasori off his back. “That is an awesome piece you got on your hand there!” The hook man smirked as he nonchalantly looked at his hook. “Heh, you mean this old rusty thing? I got it when I was on a fishing vessel back in Nagasaki…”

And the two went on and on, in traditional manly fashion. “Then a massive wave crash down onto the deck, nearly sweeping everyone on board!” “WAH! What the hell did you guys do next?” They both were completely immersed the conversation, both of them almost forgetting that the women where there. “Then I reached out my hand to Nobuyuki! Drew on all the strength that was in my body, mustering up everything that I had and even more…” “Whoa!”

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Divinatas – Jul 4, 2008 at 7:26 AM

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The old woman helped Sasori off the floor, clucking her tongue all the while. “My husband does love his stories. But oh dear, look at you here! It’s a good thing you have this young man around to help, you shouldn’t be alone like this in such a big old hotel!” Sasori found a flashlight shoved in to her hands as she was led back to the kitchen! “In my youth we didn’t have electricity, we had to make due with candles and wood stoves. Without power people just get all silly these days, as if they can’t do anything!”

Sasori almost asked ‘Who’re you talking about old crone?’ but wisely kept that to herself. “I was on my way to get the flash lights when your husband scared the daylights out of me. What was he doing climbing up in the window like that, anyway?”

“I guess he has a flare for the dramatics!” she explained away, sitting Sasori down in a high chair near the kitchen counter. Apparently the old woman had a basket, she was setting it down on the counter, and pulling random things out. A few candles that she lit along with a couple of bento boxes filled with food. “I always make extra and you’re so skinny, you need to eat more, I think or you’ll never get yourself a nice young husband!”

She almost said she’d quite happily starve if that were the case. “Thanks… I think.”

“There you are! Now you and your boyfriend can have a nice romantic dinner! “MAN! Come on now, we need to go home! Leave these kids alone!”

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Xnijmai – Jul 11, 2008 at 12:49 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“And then I tried to tell the two kids in their car that their left tail light was broken, but they done off and left me there after I tried to open the door with my old hook, which got caught and was pulled clean off of the hook hole! I hadta chase those darn kids all the way back down to the city just to get my hook back. Those darn brats screamed their heads off when they saw me, thinking that I was some kinda mu’rdera or something.”

The old man chuckled as he nodded to add emphasis to his story, and what a long, overblown, bloated story it was; some random story about losing his hand by his finger getting infected after shopping on the Fisher’s market and then the mundane wait while he was in the hospital to see the doctor. He didn’t even finish up on the story and just jumped into a completely different encounter with two young lovers on some mountain.

“Waaahhhh…” Josuke still was floored by it, caught in all the energy that the old man had thrown into the story. “You’ve lived quite the harrowing life!” He clinches his fist and stands up, filled with life and vigor. “I NOW YEARN FOR THE LIFE OF A FISHERMAN!” He starts mimicking throwing a net then pulling it back in. “THE AGONIZING WORK! THE RAGING WAR AGAINST THE SEA! THE UNBREAK UNION OF BROTHERHOOD!” He clutches his fist as he raises them both in the air. “THIS IS WHAT MAKES MEN!”

“Hehehehe…” The hook man slightly laughs and made his way back to his wife. “Yes dear.” He smirk at Josuke and gave him an ‘OK’ sign before he got dragged away by the old lady. “Wah…” Josuke walks over and opens a bento box, shoveling food into his mouth with his bare hands. “That old hook guy is cool…” He nods his head as he shakes off the pieces of rice clinging on to his face.

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Divinatas – Jul 15, 2008 at 6:30 PM

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“Do you not have any table manners at all?” Sasori asked, not expecting any sort of answer. …That made sense anyway. She did make sure to capture herself a lunch box before the idiot devoured everything in sight. Sasori wanted something to eat too!

Of course Sasori went about her dinner in a completely more civilized way. Opening the box, setting her chopsticks to the side. Finding the thermos and pouring two cups of the sweet smelling hot chocolate. She placed a napkin in her lap before finally taking up her chopsticks to eat. Much like a delicate little princess!

“I won’t be able to fix the lights until morning with all this rain and it being so dark. So I guess once you’re done swallowing that entire thing whole you could go home.”

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Xnijmai – Jul 16, 2008 at 3:15 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

He continues shoveling the food down his throat. “Bah! Table manners?!? That Bourgeoisie crap!?! Oi! When you gotta eat, you just eat! Who gives two shits about how fancy you look when you eat!” He nodded along with his saying, the rice that stuck on to his mouth shaking off as he moved.

“Oooo!” He managed to smell the roasted aroma of the hot chocolate and nearly snatched the thermos from Sasori’s hands as he downed it all. “!!!” He didn’t realize that he was drinking still hot hot coffee. “WAAAHHH!!!” He flailed about like a overexcited monkey until the numbness of burning his tongue settled in. “Waaaaaaabbbb…” He stared over at her as she talked about him leaving. “Ahhh waa sssphhhooree waa waaaahh taa beeehh ahwon?”

“…” He stuck out his tongue for a little bit and panted, like a dog, trying to loosen the numbness that settled on upon his tongue. “Waaa…” He shook his head a bit, sucking his tongue back in, gather his words. “Waaahh…” He inhaled. “Oi, I mean, are you sure you will be okay here, by yourself?” He looked at her, forgetting that she was probably used to being by herself now. “Oooiii…Hahaha, what if another ghost comes along?” He smirked slightly, then wince as the pain of him touching his burnt tongue.

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Divinatas – Jul 16, 2008 at 3:38 AM

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Luckily, he punished himself when he tried downing hot chocolate in one gulp. Idiot. Sasori had planned on hitting him with a chair, but a burned tongue had to be world’s worse. She took the other cup in her hands and blew on it softly to help cool it.

“Ghosts are real at all. It’d probably just be more concerned neighbors! But if you’re scared to walk home in the dark, there’s plenty of extra rooms here.”

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Xnijmai – Jul 16, 2008 at 5:11 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Pffft.” He gave a dismissive hand gesture at her accusation of him being afraid. “I walk the streets at night all the time. Ain’t nothing out there, but stupid street punks and drunken salary men too pissed face to find their way home.” He smirked and crossed his arms, slightly wincing again cause he touched his tongue to his teeth, but he wouldn’t let that ruin the smugness that was on his face.

“Sa…Offering me a room, hmmm? Hahahaha, now that is something I wouldn’t expect from you?” He moved a bit closer to her. “Feh…Maybe that bit about you being all lonely in a big empty place was…Right …On…The…Nose.” He slightly tapped her nose with the tip of his finger. “Oi…” He stretch a bit, smiling smugly. “I guess I can st-!!! AAAHHHH!!!!” He bit his tongue while talking, causing him to flail about again.

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Divinatas – Jul 23, 2008 at 1:17 AM

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Sasori had reached her hand back to slap him (because a slap would have hurt worlds more than a punch in the face!) but he went and tortured himself with that burned tongue of his. Sasori was the one wearing the smug grin now.

“Yeah, I can see you in a street fight now. Swinging a fist and only clobbering yourself in the face. Are you the dumbest guy on earth?” He [i]had[/i] to be! Sasori was even trying to make a list of dumb people she knew, and he was right there on top.

“Are you going to take a room or not? I’m not staying up all night while you make up your mind.”

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Xnijmai – Jul 28, 2008 at 1:53 PM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Heeeee…” He slightly stuck out his tongue to try to numb out the pain…And to make a dismissive gesture to Sasori, sucking in air through his teeth. He looked over at her for a bit before sticking back his tongue into his mouth. “Ahhh…So where do I sleep, hmmm?” He threw another suggestive glance at her. “The room next to yours, hmmm?”

Despite his thin attempts to fool himself into thinking that he was just slightly attracted to her cause she wasn’t that bad looking, and was only in it to try to get into her pants, Josuke found himself wanting to become more involved with this girl he pegged as a stuck up, high maintenance brat. She lived alone such an old and lonely place with no one else to keep her company; he would be lying to say that it didn’t pull on his heartstrings a little to see someone living in such solitude. Was this the reason why that gossamer exhibition of hers showed itself at the park? Was this empty place the responsible for that single tear that obliterated this image of an unbreakable and unphaseable proud young woman?

No…That wasn’t it…The only reason why she would stay in a place like this was to hide away…

From someone, from something…Hell, maybe even the entire world itself…

“Hehehe, with us in such close proximity of each other, who knows what may happen…Hehehehe…”

The question was, what was so bad to drive her to live in such isolation as this place?

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Divinatas – Jul 28, 2008 at 2:48 PM

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Apparently he was wearing down her kill reflex, for instead of thrusting her fist in to his nose, Sasori just groaned and rolled her eyes. “Are you determined to make sure I murder you in the middle of the night?” Sliding out of her chair, she gathered up the empty dishes and carried them over to the sink. She set them down carefully, fully intending to wash them but… It was dark, she was aching all over, and she was tired. She’d do it in the morning.

Snatching the flash light off the counter she led the way out of the kitchen. “C’mon, I’ll show you your room. And don’t get any bright ideas or I’m going to lock you in it!”

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Xnijmai – Jul 31, 2008 at 2:06 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

He smirked smugly as he followed her. “Fine, fine…” He glanced over at her as he slightly stretch. “So, you said you weren’t from here, right? You moved into this town right?” His curiosity was starting to get the best of him; wanting more and more to get to know why she would live in such a scary ass place alone. “Hmmm…Why here? I mean why go to college all the way out here? Trying to get away from something, huh?” He slightly chuckled.

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Divinatas – Jul 31, 2008 at 5:28 PM

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Sasori stopped in front of a door and opened it up. It was a simple room, nice and clean, with only the bare necessities of furniture. A nice sized bed, dresser, a small closet, an armoir. It was cleverly done in a mix of Japanese and French design to appeal to foreign tourists.

She cast him an annoyed look. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. I did want to get away. I [i]like[/i] being alone here, so you can drop any stupid ideas of thinking I’m some poor lonely girl.” Sasori sounded a little cross, perhaps saying it more to convince herself than him. Scoffing, she left him in the doorway to cross the hall. “I’m going to bed. Don’t go snooping around.”

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Xnijmai – Aug 1, 2008 at 10:44 PM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Wow…” He was surprised to see how nice this place was, considering the other rooms seemed like no one had been in them in years and were filled with dust. “Heh…Funny how there is another room that is this clean. I mean why keep another room, in which you don’t sleep in so clean, hmmm?” He smirked at her, making it more of a taunt than anything else. “It almost makes me think that you were keeping this room clean for someone.”

He turned that smirk into a mischievous grin. “Hehehe, waiting for a certain special someone to come back?” He said, half chuckling while talking. “I see, I see. A personal thing, huh? Well, excuse me for barging in on such sensitive issues.” He mocked a show of respect by covering his mouth as he half chuckled his way through the fake sentiment.

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Divinatas – Aug 2, 2008 at 5:32 AM

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Sasori paused stiffly at her door. Something he had said struck a bad chord, as she stepped in her room and turned around the look on her face was more hurt than angry. Sasori didn’t even reply as she slammed the door, the soft click of a lock being turned followed.

The next morning, Sasori was up at the crack of dawn. She had already repaired the generators, and was down in the basement working on the electricity. Dressed in a holey pair of pants, a simple tshirt and her hair piled up on her head in a messy pony tail, she hardly looked anything like an electrician. She was tired, having not been able to sleep, and very very cranky.

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Xnijmai – Aug 9, 2008 at 2:10 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“…?” He didn’t really expect a reaction like that. The look on her face really hit him hard on how she was affected by what he had said. This definitely wasn’t going to get him any points on her good side. He couldn’t help, but feel a bit of shame. “…” He didn’t know! It wasn’t his fault that she had some sort of hang up! He wasn’t some damn mind reader! What was she so sensetive about…And there he goes again, making up excuses to make himself feel better. “She doesn’t have to be so damn delicate…” He closed the door and took off his shirt. “It’s not like it is my job to fucking know…I am a goddamned guy, I don’t care about this kind of shit. Why the fuck do I get treated like I did something wrong.” He crawled onto the tatami mat and laid down as he pulled the comforter over himself. He stared up at the wooden ceiling of the room. “It’s not my fault…”

It was around late morning that Josuke finally decided to wake up. He put back on his shirt, but didn’t bother to button the buttons together. “…” He opened the screen door and could hear all the commotion coming from downstairs. He wandered down to the basement and saw Sasori working away. She seemed to already been up for awhile now and was busy tinkering with various things. “Oi…” Josuke walked a few pace behind her. “You need a hand?”

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Divinatas – Aug 13, 2008 at 7:36 PM

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“No. You’d probably just electrocute yourself anyway.” she said sourly. Obviously her mood hadn’t improved at all since last night. Sasori was tired and irritated. On the plus side, at least she wasn’t screaming at him and kicking him out. She [i]did[/i] have a sense of priority, and priority was getting the hotel up and running so she didn’t get herself kicked out of college.

A little tinkering and the lights in the whole place came on, including in the basement. With light, it didn’t look nearly as creepy. Just a big clutter space used as storage for old furniture, tools and supplies. Sasori closed the electrical box and wiped her hands on her pants.

“Most of the tools are down here. Except for gardening tools, which are out in the shed. There’s a million things to get done…” Sasori said slowly, considering whether or not she should write him a task list. Letting him run loose in the house with a hammer sounded like a bad idea. “You [i]do[/i] know how to do more than run your mouth, right?”

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Xnijmai – Aug 25, 2008 at 4:10 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“…” He had ignored most of what she said to him, finding instead the dusty old futons and sheet more entertaining. TSSSSH! His foot hit the dust laden futon and caused a cloud to rise up from the old futon like smoke from a fire. “Hehehehe…” TSSH! TSSH! TSSH! He repeatedly kick the old futon, kick up more dust until he himself was nearly covered in dust. “Heh…” He smirked childishly as he stared over at Sasori, cough just alittle bit.

“Oi…” He tried giving his most cool stare at Sasori and gave her a thumbs up, trying to defuse the tension that float around him by acting like an idiot. “I am a master craftsman! One of the future of Japan’s Mighty Steel Clan Shinobi!” He was talking about a kid’s cartoon show that was popular because of it’s hot blooded ninjas that used alchemy to fight evil ghost who is guarding a pirate treasure. “Oi! A shinobi with a pure heart can triump over anything!” Which was the catch phrase of one of the main characters on the say. He even followed up with some of the show’ signature ninja hand motions used to summon weapons. “OOORRAAA!!!” He seemed to enjoy himself as he reenacted the scenes from the show.

“Sa…Saso-dono!” He gave her a sort of salute as he stood next to her, the dust drifting off his cloth lingering in the air. “What is my first mission?” He smirked as he stared at her, hoping that the utter wackiness of his little display would had rubbed off on her.

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Divinatas – Aug 25, 2008 at 6:42 PM

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Sasori eyed him warily. Wasn’t that lines from that cartoon she watches before her morning class? What an idiot! There was a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth as she moved across the basement to dig out a small tool box.

“Your first mission, [i]shinobi warrior[/i], is to fix the loose steps. Then you can get a bucket and start cleaning the floors. I’ll be making phonecalls for supply orders. Then we’ll-”

There was a weird son, that might have been a doorbell or a gong, but it sound garbled and sort of creepy. At least Sasori knew what it was, as she handed Josuke the toolbox before quickly dashing up the basement steps and for the front door. Sasori was expecting her strange neighbors as she open it, but found herself staring at an attractive guy that couldn’t be much older than her or Josuke.

“I’m sorry. I must have the wrong place. I was looking for some old woman called Mikazuki for tutoring?” he said, looking her up and down.

Sasori frowned. “That ‘old woman’ is me. But I’m not sure if I have time for tutoring now. I’m pretty busy.”

“Ah, that sucks.” he replied. “I’m gonna fail that test for sure now. Could I pay you or do some favors? I’ve gotta get a good mark. I’m Katsuo, by the way.” flashing his best shining grin, Katsuo looked like a beaming angel.

She might have just slammed the door in his face, but he mentioned [i]pay[/i] and that made all the difference in the world! Sasori stepped aside, opening up the door wider. “Come in, Katsuo. 3000 yen an hour, is my fee, unless you’d prefer putting back breaking work in to my hotel.”

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Xnijmai – Sep 12, 2008 at 3:31 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Heh, piece of cake! I should finish up this place in no time damnit!” He flexed his muscle, posing and propping himself about as if he really was a ninja. “Ha! Lee Bai Fong once said that you should hit wood planks cause they can’t hit you back or something like that!” He thrusted his fist into the air as if to demonstrate him shattering through the planks. “Those goddamned stairs don’t stand a chance…?” He turned around to find Sasori gone. “…Feh…My Kung Fu skills must be so good she must have got scared and left the room to avoid getting hit by my fist of steel!” He postured himself in a couple of more poses until he was satisfied.

“Heh…” He picked up a hammer, a box full of nails, and couple of wooden planks to replace the old worn out planks. “Dodododo…” He decided to start from the top to the bottom. “Dododododo…” He climbed upto the second step to take out the first plank when he saw Sasori talking to some weird looking dude. “…” He brandishes the hammer and plank in threatening fashion as he approached the man. “Ora…” His tongue slightly hummed in typical delinquent fashion. “Oi, Brah…Ya need sumin’, ehhhh?” He slightly cocked his head as he stared a hole through the guy with his almost-scary-but-just-offlooking-face. “Ehhhh?”

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Divinatas – Sep 12, 2008 at 4:20 AM

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“Is something wrong with your face…? Katsuo blinked, staring directly at Josuke. “It’s all contorted and-”

“And he’s fine. That’s just Josuke.” Sasori cast Josuke a glare over her shoulder as she shut the door behind Katsuo. “He’s helping do repairs on the hotel. We can do the tutoring in the study.” She was already walking off towards the hall, but Katsuo didn’t seem to be moving anywhere.

“Repairs, huh? You know, I’m pretty handy. I used to help my granddad around the house all the time. How about I work around the place too? You wouldn’t have to pay this guy.” he nudged a thumb in Josuke’s direction.

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Xnijmai – Oct 7, 2008 at 2:38 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“…” Josuke wasn’t paying too much attention to what the guy was saying cause he was concentrating too hard on trying to make his face scary, but when he heard the last part, he threw the plank over his shoulders, inches away from the face of the man as it flew up, nearing to strike down the cocky bastard. “Oi…Yer gettin’ on mah nerves, ya punk. Waltzin’ in here and actin’ like ya own the damn place.” The plank clatters behind, nearly hitting a table as it landed.

“Oi, Saso…Who the hell is this asshole and why is he all up in yer place, ehhhh?” He stared over at the man eye to eye…Well, Josuke has to tip toe alittle bit to stare him in the eyes. The bastard was as tall as a friggin tree. “…” Josuke just plain didn’t like this guy; he just felt like he was hiding something underneath all of that stupid, fake nice face of his. “Tch…” He stared intensely into his eyes as if they were having some sort of staring contest…At least it felt that way cause Josuke refused to blink, just to prove that he could.

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Divinatas – Oct 15, 2008 at 8:43 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=129][b]Sasori[/b]

Katsuo didn’t seem to be too concerned with Josuke, well, beyond wondering what was wrong with his face. Sasori, stepped in before Katsuo could reply, or worse, Josuke doing something completely stupid. She [i]needed[/i] this extra income!

“Would you shut your mouth and get to work! I’m going to be his tutor!” Giving Josuke her best glare, Sasori pointed down the hall for him to get busy. She then grabbed Katsuo by the shirt and practically drug him away to the study room.

The study room was nice and neat, and obviously the room Sasori spent the most time in. It was like a classic library, filled with books, scrolls, and random interesting pieces representing places around the world. Her family loved little nicknacks like that. Sasori released Katsuo in front of a chair before pulling out some paper and pens.

“Which course is your exam for? Or are you doing an entrance exam? We might as well focus on what you’re weakest at.” Sasori said setting down the papers and pens on the table.

“College Entrance Exam, er… That guy back there, does he live here?” Katsuo asked as he settled down crossed legged on the floor. “He’s kind of like a guard dog.”

“Ha!” she laughed loudly! “I’m fixing his PSP and he’s paying me in hard work. I’m living here by myself, but I should be opening up the hotel soon.” Sasori moved over to one of the shelves and pulled out a huge study book, followed by a few other smaller books. She dropped them down on the table before sitting herself.

“All by yourself huh?” Katsuo mused out loud. He seemed to be thinking about something before her quickly turned his attentions over to the books Sasori provided!

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Xnijmai – Nov 14, 2008 at 3:25 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

“Feh…Whatever…” Josuke gave the guy one last final glare before cracking his neck and turning away. “…” He refused to look over at Sasori as he picked up the piece of lumber that he threw over himself in the dramatic fashion. He felt a fleeting moment of regret as Sasori caught the corner of his eyes, but pssshhhh, he was usually right at this kind of stuff! He is a great judge of character! He had to be! If he wasn’t, then he wouldn’t know which guys to fight and which guys to run the hell away from!

“Pssshh…What the hell? Inviting that jackass in…He could be some crazy stalker or some burglar or something…” He was muttering to himself as continued back into the stairs. “I was just trying to look out for her…Jeez…That guy could be a serial killer that targets stupid stuck up chicks that live alone in massive, old hotels…”

“Grrrr…” He started back working on the planks. “Pssshhh… Trying to help out and Sasori shoos me away like I am the one doing something wrong…” He started pulling out the plank. “…She is the one letting a complete stranger into her hotel…” He yanks it out so hard that it nearly flies up and hit his face, just missing by mere iches. “I mean it was different with me…I mean we knew each other…And I helped her out! Yeah!”

He continued muttering as started hammering the nail into the new plank. “I am not like that asshole… I mean…Yeah, I maybe shorter than him…And don’t dress like some fancy stupid hipster…And I may not know those big words… Which is just a pointlessly long way of saying normal shit… But I am not a big of an asshole as he is…” He finished hammering the plank in and started on the next one. “..I’m not an asshole…”

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Divinatas – Dec 7, 2008 at 11:24 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=129][b]Sasori[/b]

A few hours passed by as Sasori diligently helped Katsuo with his studying. Of course, far too often Josuke might have heard her laughing with the guy. Then there was the few minutes she left the study room to bring back a couple glasses of lemonade. It was nearly time for dinner when Sasori escorted Katsuo to the door.

“Ahem.” Sasori held out her hand, expected that money he promised. Instead he had took her hand and kissed it, before handing her the cash. Sasori rolled her eyes when she closed the door behind him and stuffed the money in her back pocket.

With that done, time to kick out Josuke and get her own work done. That guy had to go home sometime!

“Jooosuke! It’s time for you to go home! I have to get my studying done.”

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Xnijmai – Dec 16, 2008 at 4:22 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

Josuke was busy muttering to himself as he continued to hammer away the nails in to the new planks, grumbling extra loud when one of those carefree laughs manages to reached down to where he was. “Stupid Sasori…Letting her guard down so easily…A guy like that doesn’t have the chops to be that funny…The bastard is up to something.” Thanks to the accumulating disdain for the guy, Josuke was more focused on his task, making for great time for replacing the planks, mostly due to redirecting his urge to deck the asshole in the face into slamming the hammer down.

He was working himself into a pitched fever, taking off his jacket as he wiped the sweat from his brow, taking off a small trinket from around his neck and placing it into the jacket pocket so that it wouldn’t get all covered in sweat. It would seem like no time had passed at all as he heard Sasori call his name. “Oi…” He realized how long he had been working and seemingly gathering his sense of how much time had passed, Josuke looked up and realized that he was on the last plank of the stairs, which was no small feat since it was one mighty long stretch down, built to be some lofty like grand entrance to what once used to be an underground strong hold of some sorts.

He stretched a bit as he came up from the basement. “Oi…” He glanced around the room, looking for that guy…Not like he cared or anything; it was just that he wouldn’t want to share the same air as that pompous blowhard. “That [I]guy[/I] still here?” He cracked his knuckles slowly and with precision so that it made a loud enough crack for anyone in the near by rooms to hear as he threw some slack into his shoulders and a smug nonchalance on his face to drive home the fact that he really didn’t care even if the guy was there.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 4:34 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=129][b]Sasori[/b]

Wrinkling up her nose, she blinked at him. He was all dirty, covered in sweat. For a moment she thought that was pretty hot, but this was the maniac that was well… a maniac. What was so great about a man doing hard work anyway?

Noticeably giving an angry sigh, she pointed at the door. “He’s already left. Which you should be doing too. I’ve got to do some of my school work, and damned you need a bath. You can just come back tomorrow.”

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Xnijmai – Dec 16, 2008 at 5:22 AM

[B]Josuke[/B]

He shrugged as he started walking past her towards the door. “Yeah, sure whatever. I gotta go back and get some sleep any ways, I have work tomorrow.” He had walked himself out onto her door step before turning around to look at her. “I suggest you lock that big ass gate of yours tonight…That guy…I don’t like him.” He stared at her with a surprisingly concerned face on as if was trying hard to convince her. “Just trust me on this…That guy…Is up to no good.” He turned his back to her as started walking towards the hotel’s gate. “…You shouldn’t be all doe eyed around him…Then maybe you will see it too…Night.” He raised one of his hands as he pushed opened the gate and started walking on the streets.

The street lights flickered as it provided poor visual aid, its lack of a distinguishable pattern gave it an odd, almost natural feel to it, as it were some nocturnal dweller trying communicate a greetings to all that passed by it. Josuke’s eyes locked itself up to the empty night sky, as they always were when he decided to stroll around in the evening hours. “…” He stopped a bit as he stared up at the flash of lights from the dysfunctional street light as it protrude it self into the empty sky, drowning in the lights of the city, robbed it’s natural starlight, forced into blackness by the artificiality of man made illuminants. “…” And for a brief moment, that weak little light barely making any light seem to transcend it’s man made bounds and became brightest shinning star piercing though a sea of nothingness. Josuke felt the swell of water grown within his eyes as his eyes continued to stare at blinking light. “…” He closed his eyes tightly to push out the moisture and his hand instinctive went to grab for the trinket around his neck.

“…?” As he felt around, he finally noticed that the trinket was gone, being tucked away in his jacket pocket while he was working earlier, still at Sasori’s hotel. “…” He hesitated to act; noting wanted to be in such a state when he was to going see her. But he was beginning to feel naked with out the trinket sitting around his neck. Secretly, it brought him more comfort that he would had liked to admit, and was starting to miss it’s presence. He decided he was going to do the respectable thing in this situation; sneak into the hotel and get the jacket and necklace without Sasori noticing at all.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 5:36 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=129][b]Sasori[/b]

Sasori’s face soften a bit when he left, closing the gate behind him. She hooked the lock – not because he told her to – and headed back in to the house. Where’d he get off worrying about her anyway? Hell he was probably more concerned about his PSP getting stolen. Inside, she dropped down on the floor at her table and pulled over her books. She was just going to have to stop getting distracted and focus on her studies.

Meanwhile, there was a shadowy form lurking outside. Dressed up in black with a pretty large sack thrown over his shoulder. He was already inside the gate, having been lurking the entire time. Waiting for that staffer to leave and everything in the house to get quiet. This was far too easy.

The form dashed across the yard, finding the backdoor unlocked and sneaking inside. Silent creeping down the hall. There wasn’t a single sound to be heard. This place was huge, he could probably get through it quick without ever being spotted, but he wanted to be extra careful. He didn’t want to run the risk of that girl screaming for neighbors or calling the police. There she was in the study, just like he expected!

A hand clamped over Sasori’s mouth and around her waist, hauling her up from the floor! Startled at first, it took her a second before she was kicking and trying to stomp on his feet! That girl fought a lot harder than he thought! It was a struggle to drag her towards the basement!

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Xnijmai – Jan 5, 2009 at 6:45 PM

[B]Josuke[/B]

Josuke had crossed his arms together against his chest, trying to retain as much body heat as he can as the coldness of the night starting to affect him. “…” He grumbled a bit to himself at being so distracted in his work that he forgot his jacket at Sasori’s place…But he found a way to pin it back on her. “Bah…If only she didn’t let that pompous asshole into hotel and distract me with his assholeness…Then everything would had been fine and I would still have my jacket…” His breath fogged out into the air as he approached the hotel. “…?” He noticed a black luxury car that had been parked across the street from the hotel. “Hmmm…”

He was so engrossed in his thoughts earlier that he didn’t bother to look that way earlier when he was leaving. How long had that car been there? “…” He stole a glance at the windows, but to no avail, the glass was tinted black, he couldn’t understand why there was such as fancy looking car doing parked outside of such an old hotel. “…” The gate itself was unmoved from its place from earlier, meaning that no one had entered since he left. “…” He couldn’t get the feeling that something was going on…And he knew that asshole from earlier had something to do with it!

“Grrrr…” Throwing away his plans to find some way to climb over the walls of the Hotel, Josuke marched over to the black car and banged on the window. “Oi! Asshole! I know you are up to something! Open up so I can kick your ass damnit! Oi!” He continued banging on the window of the car. “I’ll friggin’ break your windows if you don’t open them! Come on!” It seemed to have gotten the attention of the car’s owner as the windows started to roll down. “Oi, what the hell are you up to-” To his surprise, it wasn’t the guy who came into the hotel earlier. Instead it was a woman in her early twenty sobbing slightly as she stared over at him with a terrified look in her face. “Please…I don’t want…” She was crying awfully hard and had to pause to stop from sobbing some more.

“…I don’t want to get hurt…Just take my money and leave me alone…” She pulled out some Thousand Yen bills from her purse and waved it at him. “Please…Just go…” Josuke was dumbfounded at this unexpected situation and just stood there, having no idea how to handle this situation at all. “…Uhh…Uhhh…” He tried his best to explain what he thought was going on. “…Not…Here…To…Rob…You…”

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Divinatas – Jan 19, 2009 at 5:55 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=129][b]Sasori[/b]

The thief in his trek to drag Sasori down in the basement nearly took himself and the fighting girl for a painful tumble down the stairs. Finally at the bottom of the steps, he pulled Sasori over to a stored chair. Despite getting kicked and bitten, he managed to tie her securely to the chair and keep her gagged so she wouldn’t go screaming for help and alerting the neighbors.

With the girl handled, the thief dusted off his hands, pat her on the head and stealthily returned upstairs to start his search for valuable items to stash in his bag.

Sasori growled as she watched the bastard escape up the basement steps. With him out of sight, she was fussing with those ropes trying to wiggle herself free. What the hell!? Did he have to tie her so tight? If he came back down those stairs she was gonna KILL him!

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Xnijmai – Jan 20, 2009 at 7:15 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1115]Josuke

“I’m…Sorry?” Josuke tried his best to assess what the hell was going on while trying to find an opportunity to slip away from this woman. “I…Didn’t mean…Uhhh…I…” He was about to take a step back from the window when he noticed that she was her entire face was wet with tears as it seemed she was crying long before he got there. “…” He found himself unable to take that step as he watched the woman try to wipe the tears from her face with her fingers, her small delicate little fingers. “…” Josuke slightly pushed the money she held out back into the car as he shook his head.

“I didn’t mean…To scare you. I…I thought you were someone else.” A bit surprised by this, the young woman managed to open her eyes and look over at Josuke. “Oh…I’m sorry…I was just a bit hysterical at the moment…I just though…” She slightly sniffled as she had seemed to gather herself up a bit. “…I didn’t mean to insult you like that…” Josuke shrugged slightly as he smirked just a little bit, trying to defuse the misconception. “Its okay, happens a lot with me. I take it as a compliment on how tough and scary looking I am. Good for the ego.” To his surprise, he found that the girl really seemed to think what he said was funny.

Josuke soon found himself laughing too as the woman’s spirits seemed to be lift from the sadness she was wallowing in earlier. “Uh…” To his surprise, Josuke found himself showing a bit of kindness towards the woman. “…Would you like to come in for some tea? You seemed to have lost a lot of fluid there, and I figure you might be thirsty…” He slightly waved to Sasori’s house as it were his own, forgetting that fact as he seemed to be distracted by the woman at the moment.

She suddenly stopped smiling and looked away. “…Oh…” Josuke was confused by the sudden quietness that now filled the air. “Are you alright?” The woman quickly nodded her head and started rolling up the window. “Yeah…I just remembered that I had something to do…” The car started up quickly and the woman sped off into the night without as much as another word. “…Uhhh…Okay…” Josuke was a bit shaken by the suddenness of her departure, but it only reminded him why he came here in the first place. “Jeez…” He looked around for a bit to see if anyone was around to call the police, and then, seeing that the coast was clear, he walked over to the hotel wall and leapt up, his finger clinging to the top of the walls as his feet pushed against the wall, climbing his way up.

Meanwhile, the sound of a cell phone ringtone played as a shadow figure moved around in the darkness of the hotel. “…What?! Leave? But I am already inside… What the hell do you mean? I have the owner right here with me…” The shadowy figure grunted. “Shit…Fine, I’m going then…I managed to get my hands on some stuff that should be worth something…Okay…Fine…” The shadowy figure hoisted the rather small bag of loot over it’s shoulders and proceeded to exit out where it came from. [/solid]

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Divinatas – Jan 20, 2009 at 7:57 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=129][b]Sasori[/b]

Sasori, still tied to the chair, was hopping the whole chair across the basement floor. CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK. Every hope made a thunk, and every thunk came with Sasori growling what was probably curse words through the gag in her mouth. Finally, she managed to scoot her way over to where some of the garden tools were stored. It felt like ages trying to saw through those ropes, and she was grateful that they weren’t very high quality or she might have been stuck for hours!

When the ropes on her hands finally snapped, Sasori wretched herself free from the bindings and spitting that awful taste out of her mouth. Pausing, she heard the clunk of running footsteps upstairs and a slam of the door. …Then soft footsteps, closer, closer… towards the basement door.

That bastard wasn’t going to get her this time!

Sasori picked up the chair she was previously tied to and carried it over to the steps. Waiting silently in the dark, the basement door opened and someone was coming down the stairs. When the form hit the bottom step, Sasori swung the chair and crashed it open his head!

“You sneaky bastard!” she shouted, not seeming to get any other word out as she growled again and kicked the man now writing on the ground! One more kick, she was then running up the stairs as fast as her feet could carry her!

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Xnijmai – Jan 20, 2009 at 8:58 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1115] [B]Josuke[/B]

“Whooo…” Josuke landed on his feet without as much as a sound. “Huh?” He turned his head a bit, hearing what he though was rustling only to find nothing. “Hmmm…” It was odd, but he could have sworn that it sounded like someone else was climbing the walls. “…” It was probably nothing. He made his way in towards the hotel, trying not to make a sound. When he got to the door, he noticed that it was left open. “Goddamnit, Saso…Didn’t I tell you to watch out for yourself? Jeez…” He quietly snuck in, quickly making his way to the basement.

“…?” It seemed that all the lights were turned off. “Hmmm…” Not wanting to arouse any attention, he left them off as he felt his way down stairs. “…” Okay, he was almost there. When suddenly… “The he-” Before he could say anything he was shouted at by Sasori and then hit with a chair! “Awgh!” He fell to the ground and was quickly met with kick to the face. “Wa-” Then another kick to the stomach. “Ooff…” He seemed to have blacked out for a brief second before getting back up. “Owww…Crap…” Good news: he found his jacket. Bad news: it seemed to be bleed from the head. “Jeez…She doesn’t close her front door…But waits in the basement to hit me over the head with a chair…Goddamnit…” He picks up his jacket and staggers up the stairs, moving with much more caution this time, so that Sasori doesn’t bash his head in again with another chair.

“Oofff…” He got over the wall, but falls down on his back. “Uggghhh…” He leans against the wall to hold himself up and staggers down the street. “Owww…” [/solid]

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Divinatas – Jan 20, 2009 at 9:40 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=129][b]Sasori[/b]

[i]The next day…[/i]

Sasori was feeling pretty wretched. Twisting her ankle, cutting her hand, falling down stairs, getting robbed… The past few days didn’t do too well on her body. Worse, even after she called the police, they never found the thief and the jerk managed to make off with her cellphone, her laptop, even some of the hotel’s stuff! The only thing that didn’t get stolen was Josuke’s stupid PSP, and probably because she hadn’t fixed it yet!

All night long, Sasori kept hearing ‘noises’ thinking the thief had come back. It was broad daylight and she was still feeling nervous. She was carrying around a kendo stick as she moved about the hotel, double checking all of the windows to make sure they were locked from invasion.

Finally, she plopped on the floor downstairs with a notepad and paper. …Now she was going to have to buy a new laptop, re do all her homework, [i]and[/i] somehow afford to reopen the hotel and eat.

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Xnijmai – Jan 21, 2009 at 3:27 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1115] [B]Josuke[/B]

“…” His co-workers just stared at Josuke as he seemed to have a giant bruise on his left cheek and the top of his head wrapped in very sloppy done bandages. “Uhhhh… Hoshimaru-san… What happened to your face?” Josuke shrugged slightly as he mopped up the hallway. “Sa…Nothin’. I just left my jacket at a friend’s house and she smashed a chair over my head when I came back to get it… She kicked me in the face a couple of times too…” He nodded casually as the professors stared at him in terror, shrinking back, thinking that he was some sort of yakuza thug. Before long, his shift was done and he was strolling down the streets again.

“Hmmm…” He was wondering if he should go back to the Hotel to apologize to Sasori for breaking into her home. He shrugged, figuring that it would be the right thing to do…Plus that may get her to stop from destroying his Psp. “Oi…” He slightly rubbed his face as he got to the gate of the hotel, just being near the place brought back the pain. “Here’s hoping that Saso won’t go ape shit again and hit me with another chair…” He knocked a bit of a racket on her wooden gate. “Oi! Saso! Open up! I’m here to work!” [/solid]

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Divinatas – Jan 21, 2009 at 4:10 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=129][b]Sasori[/b]

Sasori jumped at the sudden banging and screaming from outside, but as soon as she realized it was Josuke she gave a relieved sigh. Thinking it was almost funny to actually be [i]grateful[/i] it was Josuke, Sasori set aside her notepad and kendo stick as she walked outside.

“I’m coming! I had the worst night. I think you-” she paused when she opened the door and caught a looked at him. His head was bandaged and his face was pretty bruised he looked like he got kicked in the face last night.

Startled, Sasori took a sudden step back, pointing an accusing finger at him. “You! [i]You[/i]!”

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Xnijmai – Feb 13, 2009 at 3:47 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1115] [B]Josuke[/B]

“Hey! Hey!!!” He threw up his hands as she seemed to go into a fit of rage at just seeing his face. “You did enough to me last night. I ain’t gonna fight you, Sasori,so, there ain’t no point in kicking my ass with that thing.” He sighed as he attempted to apologize. “I just came by to say sorry for last night…And next time I jump your gate and break into your home I will tell you ahead of time.” He sighed as he continued walking around Sasori, trying to get back to work. “So…you going to let me in?”[/solid]

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Divinatas – Feb 13, 2009 at 4:06 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=129][b]Sasori[/b]

“[i]No![/i]!” she shouted back at him, grabbing him by the arm and shoving him back out there door! He was… some sort of thug, breaking in to her home trying to sneak his way in by looking helpful only to rob her and leave her in the basement! And he thought he could just apologize and walk right back in?

With him through the threshold she slammed the door in his face!

“Don’t you dare come back! You can’t tie me up in the basement and think I’m going to let you back in the door! You’re lucky I don’t call the police and break your neck!” Sasori fumbled to lock the door. Who knew what he would do now that his plot was uncovered!

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Xnijmai – Feb 25, 2009 at 5:57 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1115] [B]Josuke[/B]

“Hey! I said I was sorry! Damnit!” He gave a bang on her door and tried to shout through the thickness of the wooden gate doors. “Hell, I should call the police for you assaulting me like that! Ya kick my goddamned face black and blue! Domestic violence! Domestic violence they will all say, and BAM! Five years in jail for assault and battery! Then your parents will come visit you and your mom will be in tears, crying out ‘What happened to my child?!?’ while your father shakes his head at you, disappointed!” He was a little steamed to be treated in such a way even after he explained himself.

“Oi! Forget it!” He grumbled to himself as he stewed, walking himself away from the gate. “She should be the one say she’s sorry, beating the shit out of me and then treating me like a gang banger when I want to help rebuild her old ass hotel. I was doing this to try to help her out anyways…” He was busy trying to make himself feel better as a familiar black car rolled up next to him. “Hey…You’re the guy from-” As the woman drove up to see his face, she was shocked to find him so patched up. “Oh…What…What happened to you last night? After I…Drove off?”[/solid]

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Divinatas – Mar 17, 2009 at 1:07 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=129][b]Sasori[/b]

Sasori was still fuming, more so after he dared to say SHE assaulted him! As if he hadn’t been a criminal! With the door safely locked, Sasori (and her kendo stick) marched back in to the hotel to… Well, now she had no idea what to do! Should she call the cops again and tell them the thief had come back to the scene of the crime? Or…what if he tried to sneak around to one of the windows! Being guided by fear, Sasori dashed around the hotel trying to make sure every window was locked tight!

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Xnijmai – Mar 17, 2009 at 2:33 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1115] [B]Josuke[/B]

“…” Josuke grumbled a bit. “Nothing to talk about…” The woman looked away from him, hiding her anger. “…I thought I told that idiot to just leave…” She said under her breath. “Hmmm?” Was the woman just insulting him? “Oh!” She noticed him staring at her in a confused way. “I…I was just remembering something I forgot! Idiot! Idiot!” She slightly thwacked herself upside the head. “…” Josuke smirked a little. “Yeah I do that alot too. Hehehe, I thought ya were talking about me since I’m so used to calling myself that.”

The woman smirked a bit as Josuke’s face seems to loosen up alittle. “You know what?I think I will take up that offer of tea from last night.” Her smirk formed into a small smile as her eyes widen a bit, the guilt she felt mix in with the faint interest she was starting to feel for the man. “Uhhh…” Josuke was trying to avoid going back to Sasori’s house, and his place was even worse. “Bah…Right now feel more like coffee than tea! You know, there is a Café near by that is awesome!”

Of course he was referring to that notorious place where all the little hoodlums from surrounding schools came to hang out and stare each other down. Josuke had a thing for their Mocca Latte, thought he would never admit it, saying that he would order it to have something to drink while giving the eye to the Hoshingi kids that would always sit across from him and his crew.

“You mean Hinowari’s Bistro…Isn’t that the place where those kids fight all the time…” Josuke smiled widely and nodded. “Hehehe, yeah. It’s great! You get some great drinks and a show!” The woman seemed a bit bewildered, but she did feel like it was her fault for him getting so roughed up. She cursed at the idiot in her mind and smiled. “I guess so. But you’ll protect me if anything goes down, right?” She did a girlish pout to tease him abit, which just made Jouske laugh. “Psssh! Those kids know better than to mess with an elder!”

And with that Josuke started walking down the street. “Uhhh…You know I have a car right?” Josuke scoffed at the car. “It’s just down the block! I can get there just fine!” The woman chortled a bit as she was honestly surprised by his spirit. For years, she had only heard that the Mikazukis were cold and inhospitable people. He seemed different from what she had heard, which only seemed to spurn more confusion in her head about her ambitions. “Slow down!” She got out of the car and attempted to catch up to him.
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Divinatas – Mar 23, 2009 at 12:53 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=129][b]Sasori[/b]

[b]A few hours later…[/b]

Sasori was behind the front desk trying to organize room details. The house was secure, Josuke hadn’t come back, and everything was quiet. Exactly the way she liked it. …Still, she felt a little awkward. Her thoughts were interrupted when a knock came from the front.

Gearing herself up for another fight with Josuke, she was surprised to see someone else at the door! “Katsuo! I didn’t expect to see you until next week.”

Katsuo rubbed the back of his head. For some reason he looked a little perturbed or annoyed, but she didn’t make any mention of it. “Yeah, I just realized I left something here.” he paused pointed a hand over his shoulder. “Do you know who that car out there on the street belongs to..? It’s empty.”

Sasori leaned to look out at the street. It wasn’t any of the neighbors cars. For some reason she thought she might have seen it before. Maybe yesterday? She shrugged, shaking her head. “I have no idea. Come on inside. What did you leave?” she asked as she stepped aside to allow him through the door.

Katsuo headed to the main study where they had been last time he was over. He glanced around. “It’s just my watch. Not a big deal, but it’s the only one I have.” He cast her an embarrassed grin. “I don’t see it… That guy doesn’t seem to be around either. Did he go home?”

Scowling, Sasori crossed her arms and leaned in the doorway. “He pulled this crazy burglary and I through him out.”

There was a look of surprise on his face, but it disappeared quickly. “Really? Are you okay? If you need to someone to stay here with you a few days…”

“Actually…” started Sasori, giving it some thought. “That does sound kind of nice. I’ve been really nervous about being alone.”

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[Diocha] Witches Pox II

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Title: Witches Pox II
Number: 481
Date: Feb 1, 2009 at 5:09 AM
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Divinatas – Feb 1, 2009 at 5:09 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21][b]Kendal[/b]

“Right, home. No problem! I’m just going to slay some vampires and I’ll swing by, okay?” Kendal was talking in to her cellphone at the bar of some underground nightclub. She turned around to blink at some of the curious faces. “Oh c’mon guys, it was just a joke!” Dropping the phone in to her pocket as she signaled the bartender for a drink!

What a day. From the moment she woke up she just felt… better. It was sort of unusual to feel such a good mood, but… why think too hard on it? Kendal through herself in to work like any other day, only this time it was a little more fun than usual. This underground nightclub was literally underground. A haven for vampires to collect and do… whatever the hell they did in nightclubs.

Getting her drink, Kendal swallowed it down fast. What she wanted to do was [i]dance[/i]! Then she was going to ask questions, find out what went on in this club besides dancing, and possibly slay some if someone got uppity about what happened last week.

Oh yeah. Last week. Doing a story on vampires after she and Dane practically destroyed a coven was probably a bad idea.

…Nevermind, she was here now! Tagging someone by the collar she was pulling them to dance with her. Consequences be damned

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Ocha – Feb 1, 2009 at 3:19 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

That afternoon, Dane Skipowski got a text message from a certain conspiring younger sister. Of course the message had to deal with Kendal.

[i]Kedal danceclub vamps underground. Take flashlight. thnx![/i]

Sasha might have been crappy at texting, but it was obvious she just asked Dane to go rescue her sister, again.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Feb 7, 2009 at 6:55 AM

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[Kendal just got off the phone with Sasha, and seems to have forgotten about going home! ] -03:07 Feb 07
[Dane is already climbing into his truck and on his way!] -03:10 Feb 07
Dane: Never a dull moment with you, Kendal. *He muttered under his breath. He didn’t sound pissed or irritated at all. It was never a day until Kendal got into some jam or other.* -03:11 Feb 07
Kendal: *There was that little voice in the back of her head trying to remind herself that harassing vampires so soon after that LAST incident was probably a bad idea… But a little dancing should solve that. …No one it wouldn’t. Blowing up the whole building would, but she wasn’t going to do anything crazy. There wouldn’t be a story to write about then!* -03:13 Feb 07

It didn’t take very long to reach the place. There was only one vampire underground in Elswen and it happened to be located under The Belmont Hotel. A place no one would look twice about a bunch of people coming in and out at all times of the night or day.*

Kendal: Hey you, Toothy! How about a dance and a chat. *Kendal grinned, snagging the arm of quite possibly the most cranky looking guy in the whole place and dragging him off to dance.* I promise I won’t slay anyone tonight. -03:20 Feb 07
Dane: *He parked his truck in the parking lot and made his way to the service entrance. He’d brought a flashlight, his gun (of course, he was short on silver bullets), and a few flares in case things got nasty. The one problem was getting inside. Most everyone knew him as a cop. And they didn’t let just anyone stroll into there … Or maybe they did now. He could only imagine how Kendal managed to get inside.* -03:22 Feb 07

That cranky vampire looked shock for a moment, and then pretty angry! It’s bad enough a witch got in here, but one of those Novellino girls too… At least it was the one that didn’t use magic. “You’ve got some balls witch. Waltzing in like you own the place.”

Kendal: I came through the front door like everyone else. Maybe the door guy decided I was a meal being delivered. *Smirking at her own joke, if he wasn’t going to dance with her she’d dance around him!* Speaking of delivered meals, what does that bartender serve besides booze…? -03:26 Feb 07
Dane: *He spotted a couple coming his way and hid in the bushes just in time. They were obviously headed for the same place … unless they wanted a secluded spot to make out or something. He saw them turn the corner, then followed them. He watched how they moved, how they acted. They chatted but the woman looked more anxious than the man.* -03:28 Feb 07

The vampire knew where this was going. First the witch stuck her nose in their business, then they tried to kill her, then that cop showed up and their shit got wrecked. …This time was going to be different! He nodded his head at someone across the room. The signal of “Find the cop!”. Take out the cop first, and the witch would be a peace of cake. “Why don’t you go ask the bartender to serve you something and find out for yourself.”

The couple went to an old rusted door. A slot opened up at eye level and the man and whoever was behind the door talked to each other. The door opened and the couple disappeared inside.

Dane: *So much for that thought. He moved away and found the open service entrance with no one around. He slipped through and found himself in the laundry room. There were guests’ clothes there. Perfect. He grabbed some clothing, slipped it on, concealed his things and went to the old rusted door. When he pounded on it lightly, the slot opened.* -03:38 Feb 07
Kendal: And so I will..! *Letting that nice gentleman vampire go, Kendal returned to the bar to rest her elbows and drop her chin in her hand. She grinned at the bartender.* Me again. What are you serving up around here? Tequila? Teenagers? Popcicles…? -03:38 Feb 07

“Yeah?” came the gruff voice.

The bartender set a glass in front of her, poured a drink, and snorted. “Bloody Mary, Bloody Joseph, Bloody Susan… It’s a vampire club, lady.”

Dane: *He cleared his throat and tried to mask his voice.* Yeah, is this where the party is? Some pretty chick said I should check this place out. -03:43 Feb 07

The man eyed him. “Pretty chick, huh?” A pause. “I know you from somewhere, man?”

Kendal: Just like every other vampire hangout in town, huh? *She replied, picking up the drink to sniff. Normal liquor. She drank that down quick and nudged the glass back at him.* I was really hopping for something more exciting. A little pop. Summoning circles, hell overlords, murderous bunnies of undercouch… -03:44 Feb 07
Dane: Not unless you been down in Santa Barbara. I came up north, staying at The Belmont. You know, just taking a break from everything. -03:46 Feb 07

“… So what’s this chick’s name?” he finally asked.

The bartender glanced at the dude across the room with a confused expression and twirled his finger at his temple. “You uh… feeling okay? You’re not acting like… yourself. Y’know… sneaking around all subtle, pretending like you’re not spying and all.”

Dane: I think she said her name was Natalie … Thalia … Nathalia. *He flashed a grin.* I don’t even think it was her real name. But man, she’s smoking hot. Long black hair, these killer green eyes. Legs from here to home, if you know what I mean. Anyways, she told me to come, said to wait for her. -03:50 Feb 07
Kendal: *Kendal blinked, looking annoyed with the question!* How many times are people going to ask me that today? A woman decides to take a more direct approach and suddenly everyone is suspicious! *…What WAS she doing here anyway? She vaguely remembered going to work and picking out an assignment, then deciding she wanted to dance…* -03:53 Feb 07

The man didn’t look too sure. Dane was waiting for him to either tell him to get lost or call some thugs on him. But after awhile the slot closed and the door opened. The large man behind the door stuck a thumb inside. “Okay. You got an hour. But if you get your ass kicked while you’re here, it’s not my problem.” Either way, there was some fresh meat today.

The bartender made a motion with his hand at the vampire across the room. There was something not right! That vampire came over to the bar to rest his hands on Kendal’s shoulders. “Miss Witch you seem to be scaring the bartender. We should step in to the office and…talk… about why you’re here.”

Kendal: Don’t put your hands on me, I’m trying to figure something out here. *Sasha called just few moments ago, didn’t she? Something about going home. She felt strange… but it wasn’t just alcohol and that stupid spell the vampires had going on in here to make humans less suspicious!* -04:03 Feb 07
Dane: *The door closed with a heavy thud behind him and when he turned to look, the door guy gave him a big grin. Not encouraging. But he just flashed a smile and followed the music further inside. Finding Kendal would be hard. Getting the two of them out of this place could be … a lot harder.* -04:04 Feb 07

A lot harder was the understatement of the year, when three very large men baring fangs seemed to step in to Dane’s way. “The manager wasn’t kidding, was he! Where the witch goes, the cop follows. But you’re not getting anywhere this time, buddy!”

Dane: I never did do good undercover. *He remarked under his breath.* I didn’t come to make trouble. I just came to take her home. -04:09 Feb 07

That got some laughter out of them! And as much as they would have liked to do a little taunting, orders were clear! Kill the cop before he got anywhere! Those three goons attacked!

Dane: *Some vampires never learned. They were awfully fast but that gun came out and then he’d shot each of them in an eye. Even with the dim lighting and the distance, Dane was a sure marksman. Out came the flashlight next, the small but heavy silver flashlight Sam joked Dane could weight train with. He sprinted further inside.* -04:18 Feb 07

Meanwhile, the manager vampire inside was alerted about the incoming trouble! If he wanted his club to survive, he’d have to do something drastic! “That’s enough drinks for you, witch. We’re taking you out!” He hauled her up quickly off the chair and towards the back… Nodding his head for the bartender to give the signal!

The signal! That was the subtle alarm button the bartender pressed under his counter. That alerted the customers to leave quickly, while calling in their security! Quite a few goons were grumbling about having cleanup duty!

Kendal: *Being grabbed and dragged was usually where she’d start screaming and pulling a gun out of her coat, or pitching a tantrum… but Kendal wasn’t quite thinking on her normal level!* …. Where is "out" exactly? Are you throwing me out of the building? -04:23 Feb 07
Dane: *At least the music had stopped! It had started to give him a headache!* KENDAL! KENDAL! Where are you?! -04:24 Feb 07

The music had stopped, because the DJ was pulling out a very large gu- What, he can’t use guns in the club? ..Damnit! ….He was pulling out a WAND and casting some clever offensive spells at the cop!

The manager disappeared with Kendal through a door in the back, in to his office! He dropped her in to a chair before fumbling around at his desk. That thing had to be here somewhere…!

Dane: *Unfortunately for the DJ, at that moment, Dane was diving under the table and his spells struck some of the vampires coming after him instead! He put the flashlight to good use under the table, stomping on feet, biting hands … until someone pulled him out and hoisted him into the air!* -04:30 Feb 07

“Now I gotcha!” the vampire growled and looked ready to take a really big bite out of his neck!

Dane: *He raised the gun and shot a hole into the vampire’s mouth, sending the vampire roaring in pain and dropping him! The other vampires dove for him but Dane had landed on his feet and was sprinting toward the back!* -04:31 Feb 07
Kendal: Oh..! I hear Dane..! *All thoughts about her current investigating were thrown out the window! She hadn’t seen Dane all day! Kendal hopped out of that chair to walk out the door.* -04:31 Feb 07

What the hell was wrong with this witch! The manager snagged her by the back of the shirt, just in time to find…. a slip of paper! He started reciting the words… it was a spell to erase human memory!

Kendal: …Now hold on a second…! *Kendal turned and snatched that paper out of his hand before he finished reciting that spell!* You don’t want to do that. -04:36 Feb 07
Dane: *The vampires were gaining up to him! But fortunately, once that back office door came in sight, the vampires were all behind him!* KENDAL! *He didn’t even bother to check if the door was locked. He kicked the door in but had to turn to shine some bright flashlight into vampire eyes!* -04:36 Feb 07

Damn it, he needed that spell so he co- ARGH! Blinded by light… and worse… an enchanted flashlight! The manager stumbled backwards rying to sheild his eyes, and screaming for his goons!

Kendal: There you are! *A quick pounce and Kendal was throwing her arms around Dane’s neck and kissing him on the cheek. Something she hadn’t done in… well, ever!* Do you want to get some dinner? -04:41 Feb 07
Dane: *He had just shut that door and blocked it with his own body when she–did she just–she couldn’t possibly have! He was actually speechless!* Dinner? Uh yeah … uh, sure. Could we uh, get out of here first? -04:43 Feb 07
Kendal: Oh, right. I guess I should finish this first. *Letting him loose, she looked at the paper the manager was reciting the spell from, and at the writhing manager.* Let’s see… just change these words here and… Think you can toy with mankind, now I’ll just erase your mind! *Kendal flicked her fingers at the vampire!* -04:50 Feb 07

“Wait do-!” Blink, Blinkblink! The vampire manager stood straight for a moment, looking fairly confused as he glanced around his office. “…Were we having a meeting?”

Dane: *The manager wasn’t the only one blinking! Had he been the sort, his jaw would have dropped! Kendal Novellino-Davidson had just cast a spell! For the first time in what seemed like ages!* -04:53 Feb 07
Kendal: Nope! You were calling a remodeling service because vandals made a mess of your club. …have a nice evening! *A big brilliant smile as she grabbed Dane’s hand to tug him away from the door and open it up. Those goons outside were also standing around, looking fairly confused about what was going on. She just walked right past them pulling Dane with her.* I’m so glad to see you! I don’t think I’ve eaten all day. -04:56 Feb 07
Dane: *He just let her pull him along. He turned the flashlight off and was still blinking. He couldn’t get it … Kendal had cast a spell. Her, Kendal, the woman who had sworn never to use magic again.* I guess you’ve had one hell of a day before the vampires. -05:00 Feb 07
Kendal: Actually, I’m having a really great day! Everything has been fantastic! Well, Sasha has been acting a little weird… But Sasha is a little strange in general. *When stepping outside she paused, seeming to be thinking about something again.* She wanted me to meet her at home, but I’d much rather go out. …Have you ever been to Paris? -05:04 Feb 07
Dane: *Sasha didn’t take the time to mention Kendal acting weird … He blinked.* Can’t say that I have. *He said slowly, wondering if this meant she was going to cast a spell to send them there.* -05:07 Feb 07
Kendal: *Kendal raised her hands, and did look like she was about to cast a spell… yet stopped and blinked. She rubbed a hand over her arm.* Hmph… I’ve got spots. -05:10 Feb 07
Dane: *He leaned forward a bit.* In that case, we should get you home. Paris will still be there whenever you want to visit. -05:12 Feb 07
Kendal: We’re supposed to be going out for dinner. *Spots… there was something bad about that. A little sick, perhaps? But she felt just fine, only a little strange. Kendal threw her arms around Dane’s neck again.* We’ll have dinner at my place! You and me. … and I’ll just throw my sister out. -05:18 Feb 07
Dane: *He was certain Kendal would kick his ass later. He smiled, tried to get her walking again toward his truck.* Yeah, sure. Let’s check everything out at your place. I can whip something up for us. -05:24 Feb 07
Kendal: Have I ever told you I like you? I mean, when you’re not pissing me off and meddling in my business. *A big smile and not seeming to notice she was being led off. …But there was another blink.* …Actually I should still be pissed off about you meddling in my business. Are you trying to enchant me? -05:30 Feb 07
Dane: *He actually chuckled at that.* No. Just trying to help you out. What are friends for? *The truck was getting closer. He opened the door for her and helped her get inside before getting into the driver’s seat. Then it was time to turn the engine on and head for the manor.* -05:32 Feb 07
Kendal: *Rubbing her arm again, she was trying to grasp some sort of sense of sanity! Like teetering being being drunk and sober… it was frustrating!* I don’t ask for your help, you know. Regardless of how much I like you. *Now she was itching, damnit all!* -05:38 Feb 07
Dane: *He shrugged.* I know. *He glanced over at her itching.* Want to try some anti-itching cream on that? -05:41 Feb 07
Kendal: I don’t think that’s going to work, the spots look like- …. Oooh… We’re in trouble. *For once Kendal looked very very worried! She turned quickly in her seat towards him and leaned close.* I’m acting strange, aren’t I? Not myself? That’s not normal… It’s actually very bad, I think Sasha knows but… But it’s never quite easy to fix. I know we need a- *She paused mid sentence!* You smell really nice for someone that came out of a nightclub. -05:48 Feb 07
Dane: No, no, you’re not. And thanks. But getting back to the matter at hand, what do you need to cure … whatever you have? -05:50 Feb 07
Kendal: Oh, I’m sure we have a book about it somewhere at home… *Kendal sliiiid over in the seat to prop her chin on his shoulder.* Now that I think about it, it’s not that important. I actually feel so much better now, so it’s a blessing really. Is it something you use in the shower? -05:54 Feb 07
Dane: *Wherever the hell Sam was, Dane hoped he wasn’t watching.* I’d like to be on the safe side. It could be the soap I’m using or my deordorant. You can never be too careful with sweat these days. -05:56 Feb 07
Kendal: I know plenty of ways to test that stuff out. *Her grinning turned to a quick frown, seeming to catch herself in one of those weird moments… At least she was getting more aware of herself. … or was it more aware and less concerned about it?* Christ…. If I do something stupid, I’m taking you out with me. I hope you’re aware. -06:04 Feb 07
Dane: I figured as much. We’re almost there. *If he could, he would’ve been gassing the truck all the way to the manor but … he didn’t need another lecture from the chief about "responsibility."* -06:05 Feb 07

In no time at all, Dane’s truck stopped in front of the manor. Dane got out and opened the door for Kendal.

Kendal: *Hopping out of his truck and teetering on her feet… not from woozyness but trying to resist those sudden impulses to do things. She very quickly moved up the front steps when the front door opened itself.* Harrison…! Is my sister here? -06:08 Feb 07

“She has not arrived yet.” replied the older gentlemen, leaning to cast a look at Dane before stepping aside to allow entrance. “Sasha is with Aidan MacGregor.”

Dane: Sheesh, the time those two spend together. *He muttered under his breath. He scratched the back of his head.* Do you want to give her a call or should I? -06:11 Feb 07
Kendal: She said she would be here, so sh- *Kendal paused in the foyer, suddenly making a sharp turn to the living room when something caught her attention. A big thick book was lying on the coffee table. Bound in black leather with gold lettering. Blair’s Book of Magic. That was… fairly disturbing. Kendal sat on the floor as she carefully peeled open the front pages.* ….This isn’t good… -06:16 Feb 07
Dane: *He followed right behind her. He knew a book of magic when he saw one, thick and handwritten. Some of the writing alternated between neat and chicken scratch.* Which part … this book being out in the open or it just being here, period? -06:19 Feb 07

Harrison, having moved in such perfect silence it seemed to have just ‘appeared’ was standing mere inches behind Dane. “It appeared on the table this morning have the Misses left.”

Kendal: It belonged to Blair. It hasn’t been here since she left home. *Turning the pages, what she had previously been thinking had now vanished, replaced with curiosity about the ‘shiny’ now on the table. Blair’s personal collection. Curses, hexes, poisons, potions, diseases, illness… It was a very dark book.* How to charm goblins… I would like to try that. -06:25 Feb 07
Dane: *Peering over Kendal’s shoulder, he tilted his head slightly at what he saw.* I take it Blair was the wild, cynical type? -06:28 Feb 07

Harrison cleared his throat quite loudly!

Dane: *He looked up and glanced at Harrison.* Harrison, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about a book with cures, would you? Something along the lines of witches with itchy spots and abnormal behavior? -06:31 Feb 07

“Miss Blair found herself involved with… quite a few afflictions. If Miss Kendal can keep attention…”

Kendal: *Blink! Kendal shook her her head… That’s right, there was something wrong with her. Needed to focus. Flipping through the pages, she was looking up sicknesses. Ogre warts. Warlock Flu. Genital Ghost Disease…? Ick..! Ah, but here was something that sounded about right!* Witches Pox. Feelings of Euphoria, freedom of thought, lack of inhibition, wild spikes in magic, followed by a severe crash and uncontrollable spell casting usually resulting in…. Damn. -06:34 Feb 07
Dane: That’s never good. *He replied when Kendal trailed off.* What is it? And what’s the cure? -06:36 Feb 07
Kendal: *Drumming her fingers on the table with some thought… Doom and destruction was all well and good, but not if it was going to take out Sasha too.* Finding a Bleeding Heart isn’t going to be easy… -06:39 Feb 07

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[Diocha] Trouble’s Legacy: The Florist

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Title: Trouble’s Legacy: Troubled Florist!
Number: 277
Date: Oct 15, 2008 at 12:38 PM
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Divinatas – Oct 15, 2008 at 12:38 PM

[i]Generic Star Wars RPG. There is no timeline. Star Wars Universe, somewhere! This is not strict cannon and anyone is welcome to jump in. Someone save that poor florist.[/i]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

[i]:::Message Transmission Begin:::

This is Siann Acai, and I’m just a florist. A few days ago I bought a used ship, and much to my dismay it turns out the thing was stolen. I was picked up by government officials, who then proceeded to bully me in to some crazy undercover mission to find the previous owner of said used ship. Only, it was a trap, it backfired, and now I’m sitting in a prison cell.

Can someone please, please, please get me out of here before they decide to sell me off to gangsters or pull my legs off like they did to the Admiral? Please? Anybody?

:::Message Transmission End:::[/i]

That was it. But with her luck, there wasn’t going to be a person in the galaxy that cared to rescue a florist from gangsters! Siann tried to get use to the idea of being sold to slavery or dieing a gruesome painful death.

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Zack Strike – Oct 16, 2008 at 1:32 AM

[b]Re: Troubled Florist![/b]

[U]Lance Hawkins [/U]

Lance was just doing his usual routine in his repair shop. The 5’10 blond hair mechanic wore a dirty white tank top and a pair of greased covered cargo pants. He was in the middle of fixing a ‘salvaged’ short ranged scanner that he picked out of some speeder. He usually got away with picking expensive stuff off of rich and thugs alike, he was crafty like that. he was trying to tune the blasted thing when his mind started to wonder to the flower girl that owned a shop across from his. She had no idea that he existed, but he would admire her everyday as she tended to her flowers. It wasn’t like he was obsessed or stalking her he just thought she was as lovely as the flowers she tended too. He started to wonder where she had gone because she usually never left her shop unattended for too long.

Just then the scanner he was working on picked up a weak transmission that was breaking up:
[I]”……Siann Acai, and I’m…….florist. A few……I bought a used ship,……my dismay…….turns out…….stolen. I was…….by government officials, who…..bully me……to some crazy……cover mission to find…..previous owner…..ship. Only, …….trap, it backfired, and……..sitting in a prison cell.

Can someone please, please, ……me out of here………decide to sell me…….gangsters or pull my legs…..did to the Admiral? Please? Any?…….”
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Then static. At this point Lance was already on his feet at the first mention of her name.

“Siann what have you got yourself into.” Lance said to himself as he tried to boost power to the device, but to no anvil the signal was gone. Lance knew that the signal was weak but she had to be close by. So without thinking anything through he grabbed his olive drab colored jacket and scanner and headed to the first placed that he could think of looking for help. The local cantina. He knew a guy with a decent ship that he worked on who was ex-smuggler and who just might be crazy enough to help, but he never stayed planet side for too long. Lance vowed to find someone to help even if it meant to give up the shop to save her he swore he would.

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Divinatas – Oct 16, 2008 at 6:03 AM

[b]Re: Troubled Florist![/b]

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Meanwhile on a planet in that very same solar system…

Gorren Tohrek was sitting up in his high chair smoking an extra thick rolled death stick as he admired his latest acquired booty. The body of some fancy pants admiral made for a pretty good ransom, and now Gorren had quite a bit of money to fund his fleet of ‘traders’. But now that he was on the radar of big bad important people, it was about time for Gorren to packup and move to another location.

Now all he had to deal with was that nice little civilian prisoner he had stashed down in one of those cells. Sell her off to the slavers? Ransom her to her family? Of course, having a nice girl around for a personal servant wasn’t never a bad idea! Gorren Tohrek took some time to think about it, while he worked on his [i]next[/i] plans.

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Ocha – Nov 7, 2008 at 2:07 AM

[b]Re: Troubled Florist![/b]

[dash][b]Eva Starflare[/b]
Adam’s broach looked very odd on her dark skin tight jump suit. Sure she had the half cloak attached to her belt, but the broach was very ornate and goddy. Everything else about the smoky eyed woman was neat and precise. The way Adam liked his booty. Now it was hers, and it let anyone that knew the former smuggler that if they were looking for him, she was now who they wished to speak.

The cantina was not the place that Eva would normally go, but there had been some business she needed to finish and the seedy dive had served her purpose. Now that was over and she was finishing her drink. No, if Eva had her way she wouldn’t see the inside of another place like this for a long while.
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Zack Strike – Nov 7, 2008 at 12:34 PM

[b]Re: Troubled Florist![/b]

Lance walked through the cantina with the look of a mission on his face. He didn’t really know what to look for but Adam was his first thought. First glance he didn’t see any trace of him.

A little discourage Lance was just about to approach the bar counter when he noticed something of Adam’s, a broach he was so proud of that he’d show off to anyone. When Lance noticed who it was attached to his first thought was, [I]’Aww crap!'[/I] Lance knew it was going to be hard to convince Adam to help for little to nothing, but someone that had bested him, and a woman no doubt, was going to be impossible.

Lance went to the bar and ordered a shot of a light alcoholic beverage and barely managed it down (He’s a total feather weight). Lance recovered and took a deep breath and approached the intimidating smuggler with what confidence he could muster and worked his magic.

“Well you have the look of a season spacer, and you seem to have known Adam. How would you like in on a big job.”

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Ocha – Nov 7, 2008 at 2:27 PM

[b]Re: Troubled Florist![/b]

[dash][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

All but ready to leave now that her drink was finished, all that Eva could think about was to clean the smoke out of her hair and change cloths. Wasn’t it ironic that now someone would eye her, or rather what she wore, and want her to take a job. Eva wore the broach on purpose though, and it would do her no good to roll her eyes or sigh about her fate. The force guide her!

“I guess it would depend on the job,” Eva said in a soft spoken voice, though it was without much emotion. The smokey eyed woman looked in the man’s eyes, her face was heart shape, and her dark hair, the color hard to discern in the filtered lighting of the cantina, was up in a tight bun. Her lips were puckered ever so slightly in a thoughtful manner.

In a fluid motion she then stood, the half cape wavering in the motion, though the lightsaber on her belt stayed in it’s spot. “I do not think this is the type of place we want to discuss this. You don’t belong here.” Eva then started outside. If he followed he was serious in his need. If he tried to bluff or become defensive she knew he would take his job to anyone.[/dash]

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Zack Strike – Nov 8, 2008 at 12:17 AM

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The woman look lance right in the eyes with such a lack of emotion that it threw him off. She sure looked like a spacer, but lance dealt with plenty of smugglers in his day always with some kind of pride or serious about them. Her eyes however, Lance couldn’t figure it out. Then his train of thought came to a crashing halt,

[I]”I do not think this is the type of place we want to discuss this. You don’t belong here.”[/I]

Lance could feel his eye twitch. No one really took him seriously because of the way he looked and the fact that he was just a mechanic, but when this woman said that too him, [I]’You don’t belong here'[/I], Lance couldn’t help himself. He chased the woman outside and cut her off,

“Look! My belonging here has nothing to do with this. You must be friends with Adam to be wearing that pendant or bested him in some way. This isn’t your average job. See…..there’s this girl, that belongs to a very wealthy family, and I know that they will pay very well to see her home safe. So you want in or what?”

Lance couldn’t offer anything concrete, so he did what he knew best and lied while appealing to ever spacers and smugglers weakness, greed.

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Ocha – Nov 8, 2008 at 12:53 AM

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[dash][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

Eva’s eyebrow shot up. “And you are what, their representative?” Then a smirk touched her lips. “Tell you what. You come with me to the ship. You tell me the truth and we’ll go from there. You tell me what you think I want to hear and you can talk to one of them.”

Then she looked down at her arm, and picked off a long hair. “Damn Wookies. I swear he was trying to break my ribs,” she muttered, then she gave him one more look before turning and walking in the direction of the space port.

Adam’s ship, which was indeed what Eva was walking to, was a Naboo skimmer with several Corillian modifications. It was Adam’s standard operation. He liked the elegance and style of the Naboo craft, but in the end he wanted the better made Corillian parts. In fact it could be said the ship was more Corillian than Naboo.
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Zack Strike – Nov 8, 2008 at 1:15 AM

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Lance couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had let his anger get the best of him, but even though she knew that he was full of it she didn’t blow him off or try to take advantage. Dumbfounded Lance stood there for a second as he watched the woman head towards the spaceport. Not knowing who or what this person was he found himself following her back to her ship.

As they entered the hanger that her ship was housed in Lance recognized it as Adam’s ship. He knew it because the SOB stilled owed him for most of the mods and repairs.

“Ok, how ’bout I start over. My name’s Lance Hawkins and I need a ship to find a….friend. I can’t offer much, but I have a salvage shop and I can fix almost anything. I’m the best and cheapest damn mechanic in town and that’s a fact, because I’m the only one around that knows what he’s doing. So what do you do and how do you know Adam?”

Lance was going for broke and was hoping that some how his person would be different than most of the scum on this planet.

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Ocha – Nov 8, 2008 at 1:30 AM

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[dash][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

“Hawkins? Pleased to meet you.” She then touched the keypad and the ramp onto the ship came down. Walking inside, the overly ornate protocol droid sang a greeting to them in some alien language. Eva ignored it, leading Lance further into the ship to a place to sit down.

“Adam, I saved his life,” Eva explained simply. “In return, he retired.” She then sat back into her seat. “But don’t think I go looking for people to rescue all the time. That is not only unprofitable, but in the end more dangerous then smuggling.”

Reaching over she held out her hand. “Eva Starflare. Tell me everything that happened.”[/dash]

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Zack Strike – Nov 8, 2008 at 3:06 AM

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Lance held out his hand in return and said,

“Hey don’t get me wrong I will find a way to pay you I always make good on my dues. But to be honest this job is probably going to get a little life threatening.”

Lance took a step and leaned against the hull. He couldn’t think of anyway to sugar coat the truth, so he just told it like it was,

“Well you see, I think my friend might have been captured my slavers.”

At that point Lance half expected Eva to laugh out loud and throw him off the ship. Lance couldn’t put his finger on it but he knew something was different about this person. So maybe by some miracle she would help save the Troubled Florist.

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Ocha – Nov 8, 2008 at 3:13 AM

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[dash][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

“Might have been? That doesn’t sound promising.” She crossed her arms. “If that’s all you know, then it will be next to impossible to find her. I don’t think you’re that naive. You have a sector to start off with I hope.”

Eva stood up. “This is a life debt you’ll owe me though. Think long and hard if this is something you want to have hanging over you before you give me your answer.” She looked at him like she was looking at his soul.

In the back ground near the now closed entrance ramp of the ship, the protocol droid was still singing. It was a haunting tune, but lined with hope. Electronic irony to be sure.[/dash]

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Zack Strike – Nov 9, 2008 at 7:10 PM

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[I]’A life debt?'[/I] Lance thought to himself. What did he look like a wookie in distress? Lance thought about it long and hard of the price he would have to pay. He thought she would make him do repairs on her ship for life or make him sell his shop. Lance uncrossed him arms and made his decision,

“Alright I’ll do it. I’m willing to pay any price to save her. As for destination I did receive a weak transmission in my shop a few hours ago. Adam used to tell me stories about smugglers and other sorts of thugs and scum, no offense, that do their business around the local moon. I thought we could stop there and check it out, after I get us some fire power first, if that’s alright. I used to hide some of his shipments when he was planet side sometimes and he would forget so I would sell them on the black market.”

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Ocha – Nov 10, 2008 at 5:39 PM

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[dash][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

Eva stood and nodded. “That’s fine, you have two hours to gather up what you need.” The dark hair woman then escorted him down to the ships ramp, giving an annoyed look to the droid who was still singing. “I will leave in two hours one way or another. And only a suggestion, but don’t tell anyone what you’re up to. Don’t lie, just let people make their own conclusions.”

Waving him gone, Eva brought the ramp back up once Lance was off ship. “Do anything? He really didn’t belong in the cantina.” With a bit of a sigh, Eva walked up to the cockpit to start on her pre-flight checks. She wasn’t interested in staying planet side a moment long then she had to once Lance was aboard.

Sitting in the flight seat she looked down at the broach. “You old space dog did not ever once forget your cargo. So why were you helping him?” Eva thought about that as she did her checks.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Nov 13, 2008 at 10:08 PM

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[i]’Local System News Update; Two Days ago the body of Admiral Had was found in a cargo container en route shipment to the government military fleet. It’s rumored the Admiral was on a covert undercover mission with the aid of a civilian and was captured. There has been no evidence found of a civilian body, but the Fleet refuses to comment. Sources say slave-trader and smuggler Gorren Tohrek sent the body as a warning for the Fleet. Admiral Had was a-‘[/i]

Siann accidentally groaned out loud as she leaned over a desk pouring some wretched looking hot liquid in to a mug and slid it over to the man she was now calling ‘Master Tohrek Sir’. That blasted Fleet! She wouldn’t have been in this mess if that Admiral weren’t completely insane and forced her in to it! Now he was deader than dead and she was serving meals and playing house with a [i]real[/i] villain. Siann had tried to escape when they explained the whole deal to her, but that ended quickly with the little collar latched and locked neatly around her neck. One wrong move and ZAP! Instant pain!

Master Tohrek Sir seemed to have heard her groan at the little news blurb and cast her a dreadfully snarky grin. Could she get away with it, Siann would have splashed hot goop in his face! Luckily he was too busy chatting with someone through a com-link to throw his normal bragging at her. Fussing with the items on the table, she couldn’t help but peek at his map screen. They were headed for some moon out of her home system. Sigh… there went any hope of finding a way out and going home. Looks like the moon Hrel is going to be her home from now on!

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Zack Strike – Nov 14, 2008 at 3:50 PM

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Lance was hurrying back to his shop when he happened to over hear a news break.

[I]’-Civilian and was captured. There has been no evidence found of a civilian body, but the Fleet refuses to comment. Sources say slave-trader and smuggler Gorren Tohrek…'[/I]

[I]’Gorren Tohrek!'[/I] Lance felt a very cold chill run up and down his spine at the mention of the name. He remembered Adam telling his story of that monster. Lance had a very good feeling that he was the one that capture the flower girl and if he was holding her it was going to be one hell of a rescue. Lance quickened his pace to his shop.

As Lance arrived at his shop he opened a secret hatch the lead to a safe under his shop, it took a whole year for him to install it, and opened the walk-in size safe. There was a rack of high end blaster pistols and a light repeater rifle on one end and the other a shelf of grenades and combat vest all to military specifications. He grabbed a vest and filled four holsters with pistols and concealed them with his jacket. He stuffed a few grenades in his pockets and stared and thought about taking the Repeater, but after a few minutes he decided otherwise and closed the safe and hatch and hurried back to Eva’s hangar.

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joey – Nov 19, 2008 at 5:45 PM

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[B]Elsa Moon[/B]

It was all over with a single hand shake before Elsa Moon knew what exactly had happened. One of the men stood laughing as another tossed her the keys to the colar she wore around her neck. It was all over. At least thats the way they wanted it to look.

Slowly the man paid his tab and left leaving a very confused and her pasted out owner crumbled on the table. Lance had just left the place about an hour before. Tired and out of sorts Elsa could only watch the exchange between the two strangers. Some handsome man and a woman with dark eyes. So many odd people in this world she took notice of the only two that looked somewhat normal right away. She had seen him leave, going after the woman with dark eyes after a quick exchange. Her heart longed to follow him. It mattered not where he was going or where that woman might have lead him. It only mattered that she distance herself from the sick bastard before he knew what he had just done.

The deal was sealed and her freedom was a complete fluke. This was her one and only chance to escape. She had no money, no family or friends to speak of. Her hands worked on the colar and chains and before they had completely fell to the floor she was out the door and into the crowd. Dodging back and forth she ran blind into the street. Her heart thundering in her ears as she tried to think of her next move. *Dont get caught… dont get caught* was all she kept telling herself as she moved.

Images of Tohrek kept popping up on the faces of people she past by. Some of them shouted at her, only adding to her panic as she ran. Her once neat and clean jump suite was stained with blood. Torn and ripped in places. She looked nothing like she did months before. Before life changed and before the man she thought would never leave her was killed. She thought she could save him and rescue him, but had been tricked and for that she paid a heavy price. Getting back at Tohrek would be her only goal.. that and staying alive. As Elsa rounded the corner she her mind was flashing to the violent nights with the slavers.. She had not seen Lance and before she knew it.. She crashed right into him. Knocking him down and sending herself falling hard to the patched earth.

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Zack Strike – Nov 20, 2008 at 12:31 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

As Lance was rushing back to Eva for fear that he had taken too long he wasn’t really paying attention to where he was going and before he knew it he slammed right in to someone. Living around here a accident like bumping into someone can be dangerous, so expecting a fight Lance jumped to his feet with the best of his ability after recovering form the crashed and started to reach for one of his pistols,

“You don’t want any of this tough guy…..”

But to much of Lance’s surprise it was a girl he ran into an injured girl at that. Shocked and worried at the same time Lance took his hand off his pistol and knelt down beside her to make sure she wasn’t dying.

“Hey are you ok? Your not dying are you? Come on you can’t die here!”

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joey – Nov 21, 2008 at 1:49 AM

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[B][U]Elsa Moon[/U][/B]

Coughing a little from the dust and the wind being knocked out of her Elsa blinked and looked up at the man. He was talking to her and it took her a moment to get her barrings. It wouldnt be long before her drunk bastard owner would be looking for her she had to act fast.. She quickly got to her feet and looked around.

With his words still hanging in the air between them she tried to look composed and steady. “Im okay.. Im fine..” her eyes dodged back and forth. She had to think quickly before anyone knew she was missing.. Taking a huge risk she just came right out with it..

“Look I have to hide, they cant find me, do you want a slave? I will do whatever you want, I can work, I can clean.. I’ll do anything I even have some information on slavers..I can tell you anything, just please.. if anyone asks say you own me okay”

Hoping and praying that her sudden confession of being a slave and then begging to be in his possesion wouldnt get her shot right her on the spot. He might even report her or turn her in for some money. Why did she say so much.. She felt so naked and stupid standing there as others walked by them muttering. In the distance some men came out of the cantina and pointed toward her general direction. Shaking Elsa stood there waiting…

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Zack Strike – Nov 21, 2008 at 11:46 AM

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The poor girl took a pretty hard fall and tried to convince Lance that she was alright, but the blood on her jump suit didn’t get there by itself. She seemed really scared and like she was run form something then she dropped the whole story on him,

[I]”Look I have to hide, they cant find me, do you want a slave? I will do whatever you want, I can work, I can clean.. I’ll do anything I even have some information on slavers..I can tell you anything, just please.. if anyone asks say you own me okay”[/I]

Lance didn’t detect any dishonesty in her voice just fear. She was a runaway…great. If Lance decided to help her out there was going to be a whole mess of trouble. He was already going to start a small war with one of the biggest baddest criminals in the system and now was to risk his life for a slave he hardly knew…then again that’s what he was doing in the first place so….

As Lance was just about to offer her help he noticed that she reminded Lance of himself when Adam discovered him on his ship, Adam helped him then and now he was going to help this girl. Lance reached out his hand,

“Come on lets go back to my shop and get you out of those clothes…Wait! I didn’t mean it like that! Aw, lets just get you safe for now.”
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As they arrived at his shop he handed her a clean jumpsuit unfortunately it was the only thing clean that he had lying around, he directed her to the back room to change which just happened to be his bedroom as well. As she was changing he thought it might be a good idea to call Eva. Lance pulled out the transmitter and dialed into Adam’s old ship frequency with any luck Eva had the same frequency,

“Eva can you read this? It’s Lance, I’m using Adam’s old frequency pick up if you can hear this.”

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Ocha – Nov 21, 2008 at 11:22 PM

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[dash][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

A chime sounded and a light came to light. Someone was using Adam’s planet side frequency. Eva frowned, it was not exactly a secure line as far as she was concerned. Switching it on, there was Lance.

“Boy,” Eva was not by any means old enough to refer to Lance as a mere boy. “You have fifteen minutes to get here, so you best not be wasting time talking.” Truth was she was already to go, the hatch was the only thing unsecure now.[/dash]

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Zack Strike – Nov 22, 2008 at 2:04 AM

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As Lance heard Eva’s voice crackle through the transmitter he could tell she was in a good mood.

“[I]Boy[/I]? Anyway I think I might have some information on my friend the only problem it that it might come at a dangerous price and by that I mean big guys with guns. I appreciate your patience with me and I didn’t want to drag you into this…..but I think I might have by calling you on this frequency. You might want to leave…now, but thanks for your help.”

Not sure what he just said or to stop and think about it Lance switched off the transmitter and started to lock down his shop. He moved some of his equipment in front of the entrance to obscure the line of sight to the back of the shop hopefully to give him the advantage if it came down to a fire fight. With his mind racing with thought he began to check his pistols and equipment to make sure if was ready for a battle, and patiently waited for the young slave girl to change so he could ask her some questions.

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Ocha – Nov 23, 2008 at 12:55 PM

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[dash][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

Ever so slightly dumbfounded, Eva wondered what sort of trouble Lance got himself in two hours, and couldn’t have gotten himself on ship and of planet. Crossing her arms, Eva thought about things for a moment.

Securing the hatch, Eva took off from the space port. If trouble was coming, she wasn’t going to be around if her held was unneeded. As she made it out of the planet’s atmosphere Eva pulled up the star charts on her computer system.

“Admiral Had? Gorren Tohrek?” Eva thought about the news report she had heard in the background earlier while she was setting up to head back out into space. “If his friend was the one that was captured.” Eva sighed. “The force be with us all!” She muttered to herself before talking more clearly. “Okay C-6P9 secure yourself and let’s be out of here, we’re going to Ebas system to check up on some people.”[/dash]

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joey – Nov 24, 2008 at 1:15 AM

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[B]Elsa moon[B]

The room was small but well lit and Elsa made quick work of getting out of the blood stained jump suit and into the new one. It was a bit long so she just rolled up the pant legs a bit and laced up her boots. Doing what she could with some soap and water she came out looking better but still tired. As she dressed she could hear him moving abount and in the back of her mind she wondered if she had been seen or not. Shaking her head she walked out of the room and went looking for him. He was bound to want answers and it would only be fair she tell him everything.. besides she wasnt able to lie.. That had long since been beaten out of her.

Crossing the living area she looked for Lance and soon found him just shy of the work area. Everything was neat and clean. She noticed that some boxes and crates had been moved infront of the exits and that made her worry. They had been seen after all. They were trapped like rats. How could she be so stupid. Letting out a soft moan she paced back and forth both scared and worried.

She wanted to just go and let this guy be done with her but where was so to go? Elsa had no money, no transport, nothing.. Looking up as her uneven bangs fell into her eyes she tried to say something but words failed her..

“I.. I mean.. Im…” Looking away she wasnt sure she could even speak.[/B][/B]

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Zack Strike – Nov 24, 2008 at 12:40 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

Lance was too preoccupied in thought to noticed that the slave girl was all changed and cleaned up until she spoke. She seemed to be at a lost for words and he couldn’t imagine what she went through,

“Hey it’s alright you don’t have to explain now. Just go ahead and get some rest. I’ve got this covered.” He gestured to her with a rather convincing smile.

Of course Lance wanted to get an idea of what he would be up against, but the poor girl just seemed so beaten and tired. Hopeful if anyone did see him take her back here they would underestimate him and only send a few lightly armed thugs, the only time Lance would be glad that he looked like a little punk.

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joey – Nov 25, 2008 at 11:06 PM

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[B]Elsa Moon[/B]

“wait, I dont just want to sleep there is someone out there that needs my help and its all my fault in the first place..” letting out a sigh Elsa’s voice trailed off as she knew all to well how most men where and she got the hint that she should just leave him alone. It might be for the best after all. He did have rule over her no matter what, if he wanted her to rest, then she would do as she was told.

Looking down and away her moment of suddenly bravery left her as her shoulders dropped and she walked away toward the back room. Her soft auburn hair fell into her eyes as her right fingers traced the counter top she was passing.

In the street some shouts came and a few crude jokes all in referance to her. Some shots ran out as two fat guys walked up the street toward the shop. One called for the girl and banged on a few doors as they got closer. The other filty looking monster took a drink from some grayish looking bottle. “She aint here man, some wack job said she went that way and someone else said she just got on transported.. hell I dont know and I dont care.. ” ready to give up the two started to tussle over the gray bottle. “Come on give me some, that ass hole didnt pay me enough to take another step, if he wants that slave chick he can find her himself, hand over the bottle…” “Nodding in drunken agreement the other man kept the bottle and laughed.. “get your own”. The agrument went on down the street followed by two more shots and laughter..

A terrified Elsa remained huddled under a shop counter top. Not sure of what was going on, she only knew to take cover as soon as she heard the first shot.

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Ocha – Nov 27, 2008 at 12:35 AM

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[dash][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

Claxi was the second planet past the asteroid belt around the red giant of the Ebas System. It had at one time a lush, wet planet. Nowadays it was not best for one to spend much time outside for the air was both hot and acidic.

In a very low cut purple dress, with leg slits very high on the long gown, Eva walked into one of the higher end casinos on the lesser continent of the east. Her hair was down on one side in cascading tendrils with jeweled ornaments, her lips the same purple as her dress. Her droid was following a half step behind to her left.

As she walked, she smiled and nodded at the various people. Gamblers, businessmen, criminals and those looking for particular amusements. Though she seemed to walk in a slow casual pace, she was in fact looking for an individual.

Eker Dl’mk was a grey skinned alien with ram like horns and stood as tall as a wookie. He was dressed in a shimmering gold sequence dress, his talons painted a bright red and even though his kind had no visible lips, he wore lipstick of the same bright red and make up that was almost horrific but somehow was fantastic. “Why if it isn’t little Evening Star,” the usually harsh spoken voice of the species said with a musical softness. “This is a surprise.”

The alien drag queen motioned for Eva to sit with him at his table. “I’m afraid I don’t plan to stay long,” Eva told him as she sat down.

“Long enough for dinner, surely.”

Eva agreed and what followed was a light salad with soup and a discussion on Gorren Tohrek. Dl’mk was not pleased when Eva said she wished to do business with the criminal. Especially with the Fleet after him, but Eva insisted that just made the pay much better if she ran a shipment for him.

By the end of the night, Eva had what she needed. “Now darling, if you need anything, you just let Big Sister know.”

“Thank you, but I wouldn’t want to impose,” Eva told the big ladyboy. He tried to protest, but Eva reminded him they were even. Dl’mk didn’t think so, but would let the discussion rest till next they met. Turning none too few heads, she headed out of the casino and back to her ship.

Once in more comfortable cloths Eva looked at a bottle of Hemlir Purple. A rare wine even at the best of time, now with the embargo, it was almost impossible to get. What a shame that it was one of Tohrek favorites.[/dash]

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Zack Strike – Nov 29, 2008 at 5:26 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

The girl’s outburst seem to be out of frustration and gilt, but those emotions soon left her as she seem to just submit to Lance’s request.

“Wait! What happened to you…”, but just as he finished his question there was a commotion that caught his attention outside his shop followed by blaster fire. Instinctively Lance ducked down behind his work bench. He looked for the girl and saw she was hiding as well. Lance crawled over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder,

“Hey just sit tight and keep your head down.”

Lance reached for his pistols, but forgot that he left them on the work bench. The two started to fight over a bottle one was carrying and continued down the street, hopefully they wouldn’t come back. Lance focused back on the girl,

“I think they’re moving on, but really I think we should go.”

Lance offered his hand to help her up and said,

“Tell me about this person that needs your help.”

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Ocha – Nov 30, 2008 at 5:21 PM

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[dash][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

[i]Dark brown eyes looked at her and Eva knew that he was trying to reassure her. Not that it helped much. There was a fair even chance once they went through those doors one or both of them would be dead, but they had little choice now.

Eva stretched out a hand and put it on his brown bearded face. “I want you to know,” she started to say but he placed a finger on her lips.

“I know,” he said with regret in his voice. Why wouldn’t he at least let her say it? Why![/i]

“Adam?” Startled by the sound, Eva looked at the screen, she must have nodded off in the dull trip between Claxi and one of the larger moons of the gas giant Mimber, Hrel. It was a fairly uninteresting looking planetary moon. There was nothing about it that one would pick it out as an ideal location. It was habitable though, and that was all that was really needed. She had to give the scum credit for finding such an ordinary place to call home.

Eva made sure that her landing was very obvious after all, they’d be less likely to shoot her down if she didn’t seem to have anything to hide. Not that Eva went down without any worries. She had full shields up and guns powered up incase they were not interested in any discussion.

“Unidentified ship, what is your purpose here?” A rough neutral voice called out on an open frequency.

“I’m a trader and have come to trade,” Eva said as she finished her landing approach, if they were going to shoot her out of the sky, they’d missed that window of opportunity. She was all together unsurprised that she had a welcoming party waiting for her as she came out of her ship. “Now now, it’s just me and my droid. You can calm down.”

“What are you doing here?” One of the armed men asked. He was a bit cleaner looking then most of these men and obviously felt he was in charge.

“As I said before, I’m a trader. I have in my mind the thought of seeing if Hemlir Purple is in demand here.”

The guy in charge looked at her ship his eyes narrowed. Eva laughed. “I’m not that stupid, I brought only samples. You can try to take my ship, but how many of you will be alive to enjoy such a meager prize?” Eva crossed her arms. “I want to talk to someone that would be more incline to talk business.

“Right, business. That would be our boss.” The guy in charge sounded less sure of himself.

Eva grinned. “That’s right, your boss. I’d love to meet him.” With only her droid as a friend, Eva was surrounded and lead into a backside of a mountain. At first Eva thought that Gorren Tohrek lived in some sort of rustic hideout, but she soon learned this was only a secure entrance to an mansion that was almost a palace!

Dirty outdoor guards were replaced with indoor servants of a much cleaner and polite being. Eva was finally handed over to some sort of numbers man. He did not like the idea of unscheduled appointments. Eva persuaded him to let her meet his boss though and she was finally lead into the office of one of the biggest slave traders in the galaxy.

There was something that caught Eva’s attention and she only gave a brief glance to the man at the desk before looking past him. Dark brown hair and eyes. Eyes that reminded Eva so much of…[/dash]

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joey – Nov 30, 2008 at 11:21 PM

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Elsa Moon

Timid at first Elsa slowly took his hand and once on her feet before him she let go and backed away. She was not ready to make eye contact with him in an effort as to not challenge him. The last thing she wanted now was to give this man any reason at all to strike her. Elsa knew she had to say something but there was so much and it was all like a huge nightmare she wasnt sure where to start.

“I guess I should start with my name. Im Elsa Moon, Im a slave. I have been my whole life. Bought and sold, traded for goods or services. Its all I have ever known. At least that was until a few days ago.

“See I met someone, someone so kind and ever so sweet that I just knew that there was no way she was ever a slave. But there she was in the holding cells with all the others. I came and went doing as I was told but when I took her food there was something about her.”

As Elsa spoke her eyes seemed far away as she stared at her hands and let out a sigh. A tear slipped down her face as she went on.

“At one point we became friends, well I’d like to think so.. but then all hell broke lose and the man that I was with escaped from the ship taking me and one other girl with him. His plan was to sell us. And he did, once he got here, but that girl was left behind and I have no idea what happened to her.”

Shaking her head Elsa tried to stop crying. Covering her face only for a moment she fought hard to keep it together.

“Look I have to get back to that ship and I have to find her. I owe her that much. She cant be a slave, she just cant. I mean all she ever talked about was flowers. I thought it odd since I stopped noticing them a long time ago.”

Elsa’s voice trailed off as she wiped a tear off her face and tried to look brave. Taking a deep breath all she could do was wait to see what he might say. He might tell her it was oh so sad and turn around and sell her. It was only a matter of time before she was captured anyway. Rubbing her wrist Elsa was reminded of her cuff and the tag they had placed inside her. Some chip that marked her for the rest of her life as property.

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Divinatas – Dec 1, 2008 at 12:32 AM

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(Data check! Relating Elsa & Siann together is great, but the info is a little wrong! XD Check the first post in this thread. Siann bought a ship that turned out to be stolen, was picked up by a government guy, forced in to a “secret mission” and the mission failed so they were captured (By Gorren Tohrek). The admiral guy was used for a ransom and killed, but Siann was kept as a slave… So you’ll need to edit that post a little bit! So they prolly met in one of the holding cells before Elsa was sold away and then escaped?)

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Zack Strike – Dec 1, 2008 at 1:10 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

Elsa, The name of the girl Lance was helping, told her story of her terrible life as a slave and how she came to be in his care. It must have been so horrible being treated like property. Then she mentioned her friend that wasn’t a slave and talked about flowers,

“Flowers?! Did you happen to ask her name? Was her name Siann Acai?!”

It would be an amazing coincidence if they were both looking for the same person. Like killing two mynock with one plaster bolt.

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joey – Dec 1, 2008 at 9:09 PM

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Elsa Moon

Nodding slowly she was able to confirm that it was in fact the same person. It felt so strange to just be so out right with her life but she had no choice. He wanted to know everything and now that he did, it might turn against her.

“Im sorry to have troubled you so much, Im sure you dont need my services, it looks like you dont even hava a droid or two. Im less than a droid and but I do work hard, you can fetch a good sum for me if you go early to the auction.”

Elsa felt worthless and lost as she stood there. Maybe she was better off with that junker that hit her. At least with him she knew where she stood. Feeling uncomfortable Elsa backed up and away from the man. Slowly she lowered to the floor near the wall where she sat down and waited.

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Zack Strike – Dec 2, 2008 at 2:18 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

It was too good to be true Elsa knew the last know location of Siann. Now He just need to figure a way to help her off this planet, kill Tohrek and save Siann all with four little blasters and no ship….At lease he had luck on his side. As all this was racing though his mind Elsa said something that bothered Lance,

[I]”I’m sorry to have troubled you so much, I’m sure you don’t need my services, it looks like you don’t even have a droid or two. I’m less than a droid and but I do work hard, you can fetch a good sum for me if you go early to the auction.” [/I]

She then just sat on the floor like there was no hope for her. Like He was no better than the man he was going after to save Siann. Lance walked over to where Elsa was sitting and knelt down in front of her,

“Listen what ever person you think I am, I’m not that guy. If I wanted to turn you in for money I would have as soon as I meet you. Now I’m not going to pretend to know or understand what you went through, but your a person damnit! A living being not to be treated as someones property, and I promise you that I am going to save Siann and ensure you freedom.”

After his little speech Lance stood up and once again held out his hand,

“Now how ’bout you tell me about the last scumbag that tried to sell you. Lets start with what kind of ship you arrived on.”

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Divinatas – Dec 2, 2008 at 8:20 PM

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

Darn brown hair and brown eyes blinked back at Eva, looking confused at the woman’s expression. Siann was standing just behind Tohrek waiting for another ridiculous order as she had her arms crossed and tapping her fingers.

“I don’t like unannounced guests.” said the man with a deep rough sounding voice, sitting at his desk. He was by no means handsome, covered in scars, hair and looking pretty brutal. In one hand was a thick deathstick roll. The other hand rest on his desk. He didn’t appear to have a weapon on him, but it was pretty obvious that it’d only take a second to find one.

“But I admit a weakness for Hemlir Purple.” he continued, “Perhaps we can make up an arrangement for your shipment. Credits, goods, bodies…”

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Ocha – Dec 2, 2008 at 11:04 PM

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[dash][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

Snapping her attention back at the villain before her, Eva grinned. “An arrangement was what I was hoping for.” She then sat down and motioned her droid to come over with one of the bottles. She sat it down on his desk. “Want you to know that I’m going to import the real stuff and not some imitation.”

This was going to be a delicate operation. It would have worked much better if she had another person working with her on this, but there was little Eva could do about that. The force seemed to be on her side, the slave was obviously Lance’s friend. The level of contempt in her eyes indicated a spirit not yet broken.

The doors to the office came open and the numbers man came in. “Sorry to interrupt boss, but there’s a situation.” The man looked at Eva, who was casually lounging in her chair and the slavegirl, then back to Gorren. “The Fleet has brought the ShadowStars here.”

Eva sat up straight. The ShadowStars was black ops. It shouldn’t have even existed. The type of jobs they were sent to do were of the permanent nature.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Dec 2, 2008 at 11:25 PM

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

Gorren Tohrek was just reaching out for that bottle of wine when one of his men entered. [i]”Sorry to interrupt boss, but there’s a situation. The Fleet has brought the ShadowStars here.”[/i]

Only for the briefest of seconds did a look of annoyance cross Tohrek’s face. Clearing his throat and putting out his cigar, he stood from his seat. “My, I am popular this evening. Excuse me for a moment while I handle this… situation. I’ll be sure to try this wine.” flashing a toothy grin, Tohrek took the bottle with him as he exited the room. There was a soft click of the door behind him, followed by a [i]CHINK[/i]! He locked Eva and his slave girl in the room!

Waiting a second after Tohrek had closed the door, Siann finally dropped her hands and kicked his chair. “That jerk…!” Suddenly seeming to realize that she might have another opportunity to escape, she moved quickly to the desk to see if maybe there was a spare collar key in there..!

“You have got to get me out of here!” she said as she opened up a drawer. “He’s absolutely wretched and.. oh botheration, I can’t find any collar keys..!”

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joey – Dec 3, 2008 at 3:44 PM

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Elsa Moon

His words meant a lot to her since no one had ever spoken to her like that. It was odd, but nice just the same. Smiling softly her eyes finially locked on his. Taking a deep breath she smiled and offered her left hand to him. Slowly she turned it so he could see the marking that started at the cuff of her long sleeve jumper.

“You can scan this and find out everything you want to know about me. Like the information on my last or um.. present owner. I think I was scanned before he took me to the bar. It should show you everything.”

Hoping it would help get some answers and offer him a place to start it was all she could think of. She was never given names of ships she was on or where she was being taken. It was out of the question for her to ask her masters anything. If they didnt offer up the information, it was not important enough for her to know it. The mans expression made her nearly giggle.

“Look its no big deal, they have tracked me ever since the implant or chip thing was given to me. That way they know how to use me, what might be wrong with me and whatever else. Its rather handy I think. See Im not all human anymore, a part of me is droid. Im not sure how much but it means that I can understand almost any lanugage that way I can serve any master. It was an upgrade accroding to my first master, he thought it would make my life better.”

Giving off a small shrug she smiled and blinked at him. It was like talking about her life as property didnt bother her. She had been altered to think so, at least for now.

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Ocha – Dec 3, 2008 at 11:20 PM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

“What makes you think I’d help you escape?” Eva stood up, “After all I just came here to make a business arrangement with your captor.” Perhaps the young woman assumed that because she was also female she’d be sympathetic. Eva had seen women sell out their own sisters before and knew that truly nothing was sacred with those of the lowest morals in the universe.

Eva looked around. “However the idea of staying here and waiting for the Fleet’s ShadowStar is not in my plans.” Quickly drawing her pistol Eva shot out the five cameras in the room. “C-6, get that collar off her. We’re going into the air system.”

With a grin, Eva turned to the other woman. “Lance sent me.” She had thought that would be reassuring.[/dashed]

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Zack Strike – Dec 4, 2008 at 12:48 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

“Achoo! *Sniff*”

Lance scanned Elsa mark as she insisted on his shops computer. He pulled up info on one Fitz Nexus not much information was displayed however. He probably had most of his info unlisted, but if Lance need info on a customer he had a way of getting it. He fired up a hacking program he traded with a customer for services, and in no time he had everything he needed on Fitz. Where he lived, what his hobby was, where he liked to hang out, even his favorite color.

Elsa’s tag was efficient and useful, but there was no excuse for what they took from her.

“Alright lets go and pay this bastard a visit. Here you should probably put these on.” Lance handed Elsa a bandana and some welding gogles to hide her appearance. “We’re going to get your freeedon one way or another.”

Lance said with a wicked smile as he opened his secret hach and went down to grab some ‘tools’.

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joey – Dec 4, 2008 at 3:40 PM

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Elsa Moon

Once Lance handed her the goggles and bandana she wasted no time putting them on. She watched him vanish into a small hatch to get whatever it was that he needed. It was rather odd but nice that he was helping her. It made her smile and that was something new. It was fun to smile. It made her laugh.

Elsa also wanted to know what she looked like with all this stuff on her head so she went back into the bedroom and soon found a full lenght mirror. Her small features where hidden well behind the bulky bandana and goggles. She struck a few funny poses as she waited for Lance to return or to call for her. Behind this get up she felt brave. She felt as if she was someone she had never been before. This surprised and scared her as she stood there looking into her own eyes behind the dark plastic of the goggles.

Jumping back from the mirror she ripped everything off. Her heart was racing. What was she thinking, they were sure to capture her and beat her back into submission. Shaking too her core her fingers turned to ice and the mask and goggles slipped from her hands. Panic was setting in on her as she could almost feel the heavy colar around her neck all over again. Rubbing her neck in idle thought Elsa lost track of time.

She could hear him yelling and calling her names. Elsa scanned the room back and forth as she drew a ragged breath. Nearly panting she felt sick. Holding her stomach she tried to steady herself as the room spun. There was more shouting.. Who was shouting? Elsa blinked but all she could see was the steam of the cooking pots. There was steam and hissing as the food started to boil over.

“ELSA!!” “Answer me, where are you? !!… What the hell are you doing?”

It was him, it was his voice… covering her ears she lowered to the floor..”No.. no.. dont hit me please dont hit me.. Im sorry..” Her flash back sucked the life right out of her. Panting and in a daze Elsa hid in lances bedroom forgetting that she was no longer with that bastard, but rather free and safe, with Lance.

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Zack Strike – Dec 4, 2008 at 4:51 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

Lance grabbed a satchel and filled it with tools: a plasma cutter, wrenches and ratchets, pliers, screw drivers, and a hammer. He opened the vault and decided to bring the light repeater with him this time. Even if he could he never used it it was still intimidating. As he was getting everything ready he heard Elsa screaming up top and a chill ran up his spine, [I]’Oh no!'[/I] He had the big weapon in hand and ran up top. When he got there he didn’t see anyone, but heard the screams coming from his bedroom. Lance ran as fast as he could and kicked in the door ready to blow away the first guy he saw, but there was no one except for Elsa kneeling on the floor. She was really shook up.

“Elsa, Elsa what’s wrong!” Lance threw aside the weapon and knelt beside her.

“Are you alright? Snap out of it!” Lance yelled as he grabbed her shoulders and faced her towards him.

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Divinatas – Dec 4, 2008 at 10:39 PM

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

Siann was going to say she didn’t really expect anyone to help her for free (she just didn’t seem to be that lucky!) but the woman shot out the cameras, then turned back to her.

[i]”Lance sent me.”[/i] she said with a grin.

Blinking in confusion for a moment, Siann was trying to remember who Lance was. …no one seemed to come to mind? “Lance?” she said, leaning so the droid could take that collar off her. There was a wince from Siann when it accidentally triggered a mild jolt, but when the collar feel free, it was such a relief!

“I’m not sure who Lance is, but boy he’s got my gratitude now!” Siann said, moving towards Eva and the airduct… but then she paused! There was no way she could leave without sticking it to that jerk and making sure there was lots of evidence to get him arrested and in jail forever! Siann dashed back to Tohrek’s desk snatched up a little laptop style computer and tucked it under her arm.

“Okay, lets get out of here!”

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Ocha – Dec 4, 2008 at 11:08 PM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]
“You don’t even know who he is?” Eva was, well stunned. She shrugged it off though as the young woman ran to get something from Tohrek’s desk.

“There arn’t any other civilians captured that were able to send out a distress call recently is there?” Eva hoped she wasn’t going to have to go back to her original plan and this was the wrong girl. Not that she’d just leave this one here!

Eva looked up at the air duct vent. Standing on the back of a chair she noticed it didn’t seem to be screwed in tightly at all. “I don’t think this is the first time someone has used this.”

The dark hair woman boosted her droid up into the duct, thankful that Adam did not get the other protocol droid. There was no way it would have been able to move in the small space. Eva hoisted herself up and then offered her hand to the other woman. “Have a name?” [/dashed]

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Divinatas – Dec 4, 2008 at 11:20 PM

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

“I guess the name sort of sounds familiar! But I meet so many people at the shop!” Siann replied, accepting the woman’s hand to be pulled in the airduct. It was a little difficult climbing in there with the computer in her hands, but there was no way she’d leave without it!

“My name is Siann. I did manage to send out a distress signal.. I didn’t think anyone would have received it! This whole week has just been one horrible disaster after another!” Of course, Siann wasn’t going to count herself rescued until they were good and off this planet!

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Ocha – Dec 4, 2008 at 11:31 PM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

“He was a mechanic of some sort. Kinda,” Eva paused in talking as she heard something echoing from beyond the duct. It was laser fire. Did the ShadowStar already break into this place? Eva was sure she didn’t want to wait around and find out.

Navigating within a system of ducts was not by any chance easy. There were several times were Eva didn’t even try to figure out where she was going, but listening for those slight pulls in one direction or another. They’d end up where they needed to be, Eva just hoped as she kicked out a vent into a quiet section of the layer that they needed to escape beyond anything else.

“Look out the window and tell me you see a ship outside and it hasn’t be blown up yet.”
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joey – Dec 5, 2008 at 2:12 AM

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Elsa Moon

Once Lance took hold of her Elsa was yanked back into reality. Panting and scared she looked at him.

“Im sorry, I dont know what came over me, I just.. ”

Her voice trailed off as she tried to look as compossed as possible. Taking a deep breath Elsa calmed down. She got to her feet and looked around. Picking up the bandana and goggles she slipped them on again and looked at Lance. Now she was ready, ready to stand up and fight. She had too, so much of her had been taken away it was pay back time.

“Im ready.. I wasnt sure I could do this but I have too.. I have to for me and for that girl. He knows where she is. I know he does. He is a sneaking lair, I know he is up to something. We have to stop him.”

Shaking a little from her sudden courage Elsa gave Lance a nod. She was sure this time. Her break down made her angry that so much had happened. So much was to blame on those monsters and now they had someone new. God only knew what they might be trying to get away with. Ready to take any order Lance gave her she stood ready. Looking around the room Elsa spotted a small bat. She picked it up and looked it over. This would make a nice weapon she thought.

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Zack Strike – Dec 6, 2008 at 12:51 AM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

Lance looked Elsa over and was convinced that she was good to go. She went over to the corner and grab an old bat the Lance had forgotten about.

“You can’t scare people with something like that, Here.” Lance reached for one of his plasters and handed it too her. “Take this instead. It’s simple just point and shoot.”

Lance walked over to the Repeater and found an oily cloth to wrap it up in, tied both ends together with rope, and slung it over his head on his right shoulder.

“Right! Lets pay mister Fitz a house visit.”

As they started out the shop’s front doors Lance looked back one last time, and pushed on towards their target.

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joey – Dec 6, 2008 at 2:25 AM

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Elsa Moon

Once given the plasters Elsa knew that this time she might have to really kill someone. She followed Lance out into the busy street. Merchants called out from their floating stalls. Kids ran out in front of them laughing and shooting small taser like guns. It was strange how you seem to notice things more while your hoping no one will notice you.

Elsa adjusted her goggles and made sure that the wind wouldnt take her bandana off suddenly. The last thing she wanted was to be seen. She kept a close tail on Lance since he knew where they were going. By now her number was registered as either a runaway or illegal. In either case it was bad news if she was caught. She didnt belong to anyone and until Lance got her off this rock she was stuck.

As they moved Elsa felt her stomach jolt as they drew near. It wasnt far from the spaceport and from the side street she could just make out the tail of that bastards ship. It was a nice one, and fast too. Elsa crept up to Lance and tugged on his shirt, whispering to him as they drew near the gate.

“There is a service entrance on the side, I bet the code still works, if you want to try that…” She tried to smile but it was covered. She gave a nod toward the small entrance on the side and waited.

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Zack Strike – Dec 7, 2008 at 3:20 AM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

As Lance and Elsa were walking through the busy streets, Lance was too lost in thought to notice what was going on around him. He was forming a plan of attack as they drew closer ans closer to the compound, but Elsa offer a better plan. She whispered in Lance’s ear,

[I]”There is a service entrance on the side, I bet the code still works, if you want to try that…”[/I]

[I]’Crafty'[/I], Lance liked crafty,

“You know the codes? Nice, using the side entrance. Lets go!”

Lance crept up to the service entrance and checked to see if anyone was guarding it. Luckily it was clear,

“Come on I don’t think any guards should be around. Their probably still looking us.”

Just as Lance checked if there was anyone around the corner he heard a voice shout, [I]”Hey just what are you doing here!?”[/I] Lance jumped as the voice startled him and quickly thought of something as he grabbed Elsa,

“Uhhh…I’ve caught the slave girl.”

Praying to all unseen forces in the universe Lance hoped that this ploy would work and that Elsa would play along long enough to get the drop on this guy.

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Divinatas – Dec 7, 2008 at 11:29 PM

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

Siann didn’t know any mechanics, unless… maybe someone from that place across the street? Why would a stranger care to rescue her! Glancing over at Eva, maybe being helped by strangers wasn’t so odd after all. At least there were [i]some[/i] decent people left in the Galaxy!

Siann looked out… there was a ship out there for sure. There were a few! It looked like utter chaos, and she even saw some of the Federation ships outside. Siann looked away quickly to avert her eyes. People were [i]dying[/i]! This was practically a war field!

“I do see a ship, but there’s just… a mess! I don’t know if we can make it at all.”

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joey – Dec 8, 2008 at 1:04 AM

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Elsa Moon

As Lance grabbed her arm and yanked her before the guard surprise and shock where the only things going through her mind. The gaurd took one look at them and laughed..

“You service people are all the same, you know your suppose to be at the spaceport, thats where they are waiting for you to fix the lift gate and modulator, you better go now or its my ass..”

The fat guard pointed toward the semi open gateway leading to the fueling decks and service entrances.

“Hurry up! your late!” Another voice called from the gateway.

A younger man armed to the teeth waved them over.

“Come on, and you better have all the right tools this time, he’s tired of waiting.”

The young man looked over at Elsa and huffed..

“You werent suppose to bring anyone else here, didnt you listen the first time.. what is with you people.. you dont understand a simple order.” He turned on Elsa and gradded her arm.

“Your gonna have to wait here, only one can go in at a time” His grip was firm and his gloved hand was growing tighter on her arm as she wiggled..

No saying a word Elsa gave Lance a nod that she would be okay, for now.

“Go on and fix it right this time, we have to get going soon, rumor has it that their is a battle going on and we are missing it!” The armed guy glared at Lance over his dark sunglasses.

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Zack Strike – Dec 8, 2008 at 1:11 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

“Right, I’m on it.” Lance reassured the guard and gave Elsa a wink. He worked his way over to the ship’s hangar and saw it. It was an older model craft that had been completely overhauled. It was a cross between a passenger ship and cargo freighter with plenty of firepower. Lance was too awe struck on the ship to notice a man standing to his right.

“What’s the point of paying you pathetic excuses…Never mind just fix the blasted thing you fool. Wait, where’s Carth?” It was then that Lance realized that the man was Fitz himself.

“Uh, um…He couldn’t make it. Yea nasty accident, his hand got stuck in a…well anyway I’m his replacement. His uh, apprentice.”

Fitz raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms,

“I wasn’t aware that Carth had an apprentice.”

“Yea he doesn’t really like to mention me do to the fact-”

“Can you do the job or not?” Fitz interrupted impatiently not wanting to hear a lengthy excuse due to a shortage of time.

The nervousness left Lance and new found confidence filled him.

“Yea I’ll get it done right away.” When it came to ship repair no one could take apart and fix a ship better than Lance. He was borne with a power tool in his hands.

“Good I’ve already wasted enough time listening to your senseless rambling.”
With that Fitz left Lance to do his business. With him left one of two guards that were standing by the entrance that Lance did not notice when he entered. Lance got started on his ‘assigned’ tasked. The lift was simple, but the modulator was a little tricky. It took him a good half hour to figure out the problem and fix it; however, Lance didn’t let on that he was done instead he called to the guard standing by the entrance,

“Hey buddy can you get that Slave girl I brought in, I need an extra set of hands. I would ask you but I don’t you would like to have your arm amputated.”

The guard didn’t say anything back he seem confused at first but in the end he poked out into the hall to find the younger gunslinger.

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Ocha – Dec 8, 2008 at 7:06 PM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

“Damn the Fleet! Surely they know you’re here, why would they risk open fighting,” Eva had been looking around the room, it seemed to be some sort of makeshift storage room. She peeked under a cloth and smirked, it was a speeder. That would work she hoped.

“Siann wasn’t it? Here, take my pistol.” Placing it in the other woman’s hand before she could say anything, Eva went over and took off the panel of the droid’s leg and pulled out a lightsaber. She turned it on and spun it once in each hand then shut it back down. The people outside wouldn’t know what was going on when they made for a ship. Eva would be aiming for her own, but she wasn’t going to be picky on getting out of here. She hoped that the lightsaber would not only be an effective weapon, which is always was, but make people hesitate. After all they wouldn’t be sure if there was a Jedi involved or a Jedi Killer.

With a quick motion Eva undraped the speeder and motioned to Siann. “Hop on behind C-6 there. This is going to be just a tad risky.”
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joey – Dec 8, 2008 at 11:58 PM

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Elsa Moon

While Lance was off working on the ship Elsa was stuck with the loud mouth gaurd. All he kept saying was how he was missing all the fighting with the Republic and possible Jedi. Some other men came around and jabbered about the battle and all the reason for it. Someone said a name she thought she remembered and it hit a nerve in her.

“..Well yeah once they make the trade that Siann chick is done for. I hope I get a chance with her. I think they are working on something as we speak. Its all under the table you know..”

The mans voice trailed off as he looked at Elsa and walked over to her for a closer inspection.

“Who’s this..?” he eyed her with contempt.

“Some rat the mechanic brought with him..” the younger guard tried to explain but was cut off as the man from the ship came up to them.

“She’s needed back at the ship, so hands off.. you bastard..” he yanked up Elsa and started toward the ship with her. He was so rough that Elsa was nearly in tears as he pulled her by her hair making the banada come off..

The other man saw this and tried to stop them. “Hey!.. its her!”

But his voice was drowned out by a landing ship near by. He tried to get to his feet but tripped over the leg of the table and fell forward knocking over the table and two chairs.

“Stop her!”

“Get inside you rat.. your master is calling you” he man shoved Elsa into the ship hard. He hadnt noticed that her banada come off and he didnt even care as she scrabbled to pick it up and cover her face. As she stood up she could see in the distance the men coming toward the ship so just as the fat guard stepped off the ship, she hit the button to close the door.

She scrabbled up to the next deck and closed that door too. Elsa worked the buttons fast and put in an override that locked the men out.

“Lance! we have to go.. Lance.. please where are you.. we have to take off, they saw me..Lance?”

Elsa called for him as she got into the co-pilots chair and started to flip some switches and push some red buttons. “Come on start up you hunk of junk..”

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Zack Strike – Dec 9, 2008 at 12:12 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

Lance’s mind was racing. He was worried for leaving Elsa alone with these thugs by herself. Just as he was about to rush out and get her himself she came sprawling through the shipyard gate. She started to lock all entrances and exits and shouting something by Lance couldn’t hear due to a near by ship landing. Lance figured it was time to go, so he started to close the modulator panel when he got a painful shock from it knocking him back almost off the ship. He jumped down as fast as he could and started up the ships ramp when the hangar doors exploded. Guards and mercs came pouring in.
Lance climbed into the ship dogging blaster fire as best as he could and shut the entrance ramp. He threw his stuff down and jumped into the pilot seat.

“Those guys are really angry!” Lance fired up the engines and engaged the auto-defense turrets. “Hang on this is going to get bumpy.”

Lance lifted off and put engines to max as they shot sky-ward. The ship handled like a dream and in moments they were out of the planets gravitational pull. With a sigh of relief Lance turned to Elsa,

“Well that was fun! Lets never do it again.” He said as he laugh out loud. “Your ok right?”

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joey – Dec 10, 2008 at 12:53 AM

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Elsa Moon

“yeah Im fine.. I think.. Im not really sure.. yeah.. yeas is that what I should say.”

Elsa waited for him to nod as an uneasy feeling settled in on her.
Shaking and still looking terrified her mind shifted back to the girl. They had to find her and quick, those bastards wanted something from her and they would stop at nothing to get it.

“We have to get back to that girl, I think they said they programmed the ship or something to dock their.. I mean but they were all talking so fast and Im not sure if we can even get that close.. I mean there is a war going on and we could get blown to bits oh my god I think Im gonna be sick..”

Elsa had never really sat down and then she suddenly stood up and was pacing back and forth in the small cockpit. She stopped only when her ice cold hands took hold of the head rest of her seat and she took a deep breath..

“Lance we have to save her from those animals, God only knows what they are planning on doing, they know she is rich or comes from some rich family.. I mean what if they try to hold her for ransom but never really let her go and then they do things to her body and oh my god I have seen what they do when they are really mad and now that Im gone and we have his ship..”

Elsa was on full overload as her mind raced in all different directions with so many possible out comes it was hard for even her to understand. Her hands were flying this way and then back as she spoke to a very confused looking Lance that was trying to fly the ship.

All the lights and colors of the control panel suddenly caught her attention and she stopped talking.

“what are those dots on that screen? Is that radar or something cuz if it is we have someone coming after us and they are gonna shoot us down oh my god I hate fire.. Lance I dont want to die like this.”

Elsa’s nails dug into the head rest of Lances pilot chair as she stared at the blinking dots on the blue and yellow screen.

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Zack Strike – Dec 10, 2008 at 6:10 PM

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Lance wanted to try and clam Elsa down, but piloting a ship like this with no co-pilot was a hand full. While he was trying to figure out how to put the damn thing on auto-pilot Elsa was having a minor meltdown. He was just about to say something to her when she pointed something out,

[I]”what are those dots on that screen? Is that radar or something cuz if it is we have someone coming after us and they are gonna shoot us down oh my god I hate fire.. Lance I dont want to die like this.”[/I]

The radar was an incoming fighter. Lance knew this lone fighter had to be sent by Fitz but a voice over comm channel proved him wrong,

[I]”you insignificant pest! I’ll kill you and that useless piece of filth! Even if I have to blow up my own ship.”[/I]

It was Fitz himself. Lance knew they were in trouble. He knew how to pilot a ship simple, but maneuvers and evasive action was something else, besides he didn’t know the limitations of the ship, so he could endanger their lives just by trying to save them. Lance switched all shields to max and armed the auto-turrets. He went to Elsa that was still having a mini freak out,

“Listen Elsa, I need you to man the rear guns. Take deep breaths and collect yourself I’m going to need your help to take him down.” Just as he finished the ship rocked hard from direct hits. With no time at all Lance jumped on the front mounted guns and opened fire on the fighter, but with no experience Lance was missing horrible. He was correcting his shots with each one of Fitz’s pass, but each time Fitz passed he would score a direct hit and the shields could only take so much. Lance struggling to drive him away, but Fitz was too good a pilot.

“ELSA!”

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Divinatas – Dec 10, 2008 at 6:18 PM

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

A pistol was thrust in to Siann’s hands and she blinked down at it with surprise! Of course she knew how to use one, what smart girl doesn’t, but they were going to run out in the middle of a huge fight. This was suicidal!

…Not that Siann wanted to find out what happens to long-term slave girls either. Siann stepped behind the little droid and took in a deep breath. If they lived, she was going to be so grateful!

Meanwhile, the Fleet was destroying the hell out of Gorren Tohrek’s personal home base. Yet… Tohrek didn’t seem to be anywhere. His building was on fire, and now the Fleet was trying to destroy all on ground ships to try and cutoff escape from the planet!

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joey – Dec 12, 2008 at 9:19 AM

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Elsa Moon

Lances voice echoed in her head as she moved as if on auto pilot toward the rear guns. Once her hands took hold of the joy stick things were different. Her aim was pefect in two passes she had disabled his ship so much that he either turned back or was gonna be shot out of the sky.

As Lance kept the ship from being torn apart Elsa took one last shot at him and his whole fighter went up in a blast of red and yellow flames. Blinking Elsa sat in her gunners seat staring out the back window. The fight with Fitz’s was over but the one over
Gorren Tohrek was just begining. On the far horizon ships blasting each other could be seen. They were heading right into the thick of it.

“Lance..”

Elsa’s voice was a strange mix of tired and farway.

“Lance I think we have to put everything we have into the shields and get down there.. I know thats where they kept the girl, we have to save her”

Elsa’s voice went silent as shock waves from the battle ahead rocked the ship

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Zack Strike – Dec 12, 2008 at 5:24 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

[I]’That was impressive!'[/I] he thought to himself as he jumped into the pilot seat once again. But the field of battle greeted them as they approached their destination. It was only then he realized the full extent of the damaged done to the ship.

“Ahhh…that’s going to be a problem. Shields are just about gone, but I could divert power to strengthen shields. Also I think one of the engines is about to give. If we land we’re dead! Crap what the hell do we do!?” Lance exclaimed as he slammed his fist against the console.

He just wish he had a sign that Eva and Siann were still there or to to somehow contact them. Then it hit him he flipped the transmitter switch and searched for a list frequencies that might be in tune to Tohrek’s base,

“Hello, Hello! Can anyone read this. This is…ah, Lance. Repeat….”

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joey – Dec 15, 2008 at 1:13 AM

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Elsa Moon

Elsa could only watch as Lance took hold of the radio and did his best to reach someone. He just had to get someone or they were done for. The ship was being rocked back and forth from the other ships missing the real target.

“Lance we cant take much more of this, maybe their is a pod we can get into, an escape pod..”

Elsa quickly sat down at one of the controls and franticly typed in override codes she didnt even know that she knew. Her fingers were flying over the keys as slowly some of the sheilds came back online and the lights in the ship stopped flickering.
The left engine came back online just a little to give them more navigation speed helping Lance guide the ship.

As they waited for a reply Elsa worked the controls as best as she could setting up power to the shields by taking power from one area of the ship and redirecting it to where it was needed most. Elsa’s hands where shaking as she typed. Slowly her fingers came to a stop, her breathing was very fast as she turned to Lance and tried to smile. Her eyes were very small as her lips trembled.

“Lance..?” Her voice just barely above a whisper.. “Im tired..” As her last words fell from her lips Elsa slumpped over in her chair.

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Zack Strike – Dec 15, 2008 at 12:50 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

Lance kept trying the transponder to try and reach Eva or Siann to know if they were ok, but the longer he waited the closer the ship was getting to the battle. Lance didn’t even notice Elsa sit beside him until he noticed the shields powering back up and left engine coming back online,

“Wha-!” was all Lance could say. Elsa stopped doing what ever it was that she was doing and turned to Lance and barely managed a smile and whispered,

[I]”Lance..? I’m tired..”[/I]

was all she said as she passed out in the co-pilot’s chair.

“Elsa! Hey, hey!” He got out of his seat to check for her pulse. She seemed to be just sleeping, but Lance wasn’t sure. He didn’t know what happened or what she was doing. Lance pick Elsa up and set her in the crew quarters on a bed. He prayed that she was only resting, but he couldn’t stay and make sure he need to pilot the ship and wait for a response for Eva or Siann, granted they were still ok. Lance jumped back into the pilot’s chair and continued trying to raise the base.

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Ocha – Dec 15, 2008 at 1:57 PM

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[dash] “Signals are getting through and out of the system. I want all communication jammed. ALL! Now get on it you slime. We do not need the media reporting this, we’ve got them shut up about the civilian!” Indeed the report from the Fleet was that they never use civilians and that the lost of the Admiral was tragic, but he was with a trained undercover operative. Now it was the matter of destroying all evidence, including ships coming into the moon’s space.[/dash]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]
As Eva drove the speeder out of the equipment room she did notice a nice feature on their borrowed vehicle. A low power shield. She set it for full front shields and hoped the thing didn’t get overloaded before they got to a ship. Preferably her own ship, but Eva wasn’t going to be picky.

The Fleet’s ShadowStar was doing a good deal of damage to everything in the place. It also seemed like they didn’t even care about taking over the place. Tohrek’s men were not exactly helpless and were doing their best to take out the agents. This resulted in a field of laser fire coming from all directions.

Eva drove the speeder with one arm, which was not ideal in the least, it made her reaction time slower. She dared not replace the lightsaber into her belt however. She was reflecting shots and taking out anyone that tried to stop her be they smugglers or military since there were a few fools from both camps that actually tried to stop her.

The speeder started making a good deal of noise and her fears were starting to be realized. The shields were taking a lot more then they were designed to and the shield generator was overheating. On a ship this would be inconvenient, but on a modded speeder this was going to be bad. Very bad.

“Time to get off!” Eva pushed back, letting go of the steering handle. She felt a bit bad for Siann since she was in the back of the speeder and the first to hit grown with a droid falling on top of her. Eva didn’t exactly get a graceful landing either, but she wasn’t concerned about her landing as much as directing the speeder in a heavy pocket of fighting. The explosion would distract the fighters more without causing too much damage.

Standing, Eva looked at the two men near her ship. Each had lost their blaster and had pulled out knives to take on each other. “Get out of here, or you can fight me.” She swung the lightsaber for emphasis. The men got the message and quickly found other things to do. “Get on the ship. We’re sitting ducks here!” [/dashed]

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Divinatas – Dec 15, 2008 at 4:20 PM

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

OMPH! Siann was unceremoniously crushed by the droid, but there was little time to complain with all the excitement! Between laser fire and her rescuer swinging around a light saber, it was all utter chaos!

“[i]Get on the ship. We’re sitting ducks here![/i]” Eva shouted.

There was no need to tell Siann twice. She was up an on the ship, navigating her way to the control deck and plopping in to the co-pilots seat. This was one of those moments she was so very glad that she took Pop’s advice for piloting lessons! Tuning in to Eva’s ship took only a few moments, but Siann was getting things geared up and ready to go!

Signals were trying to buzz through the radio comlinks, but most of it kept coming in through as static. Eva’s ship had a very impressive radar system, but Siann hadn’t any time to put thought in to it.

[i]’he–lo… re- th—is… Lance… repeat…'[/i]

[i]’want..communication… jammed… …shut up… civilian… destroy… no survivors wanted….'[/i]

[i]’…Eva… where ar-… did you ge– into… it’s Adam…'[/i]

“Miss Eva…!” Siann called, hoping the woman could hear her! “Eva, they’re jamming up the signals! I think they’re going to destroy the whole planet! Please hurry!”

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[soli]Action so Far: (It’s getting intense! This is just so we don’t get confused! XD) The Fleet has given orders to destroy everything on the moon and make sure no one escapes. That even includes the ‘civilian’ that was captured. They’re trying to cover up their mistake. Gorren has escaped. Siann and Eva have made it to Eva’s ship and are about to take off. Lance and Elsa are in a severely damaged ship (due to being chased down by Fitz) near the moon, and are about to run in to The Fleet and be targeted simply for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Elsa has mysteriously passed out! Siann is hearing the help signal from Lance’s ship (though garbled), along with the signals from the Fleet giving kill-orders, and a signal from the mysterious Adam trying to contact Eva! (P.S. I’m going to play Adam as a character so no one npc him! Muahaha!)[/soli]

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Ocha – Dec 15, 2008 at 9:01 PM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]
Covering their rear as it were, Eva backed up into the ramp and then secured the hatch. As she turned to get her bearing in her ship once more she heard Siann yelling at her. Eva ran to the cockpit and was amazed to see everything was ready to go.

“Hope you’re not a big fan of the laws of gravity,” Eva said as she dropped into the pilot seat and started to take them off the surface of the moon. Barely out of the atmosphere and she was already making hairpin turns. She could tell there was a lot of static coming from the com systems and for the moment Eva just concentrated on staying alive. Which was not easy. Siann had to evade not just other ships, but there was a dark shadow above them. “You got a last name, Siann?”
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joey – Dec 16, 2008 at 11:58 AM

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Elsa Moon

The bit of rest that Elsa got was just enough for her. She sat up suddenly to see she had been moved. Looking around she knew that Lance was doing his best to pilot the damaged ship. They still had to escape somehow. Their had to be an escape pod.

Rolling out of her bunk Elsa found a small control panal and she dialed into it. Knowing that her internal cord could reach the panal, she let out a soft whimper as from her left wrist a patch of her skin opened and a usb like cord popped out. Tugging at it with her right hand Elsa connected to the ships communications and started to send out a signal.

“….Abandoning ship… civilian.. Lance single human.. resuce pod.. from..”

The ship was shaking badly now it was about to crash as it took hit after hit from the battle.

“..Resue Siann.. Lance… humans… in danger… transmission over”

Elsa fell over on her side as the ship bounced hard from left to right.. She had to get Lance off this doomed ship. She struggled to get to her feet.. Once on the main deck she found the escape pod door and with one press of the panel the two silver doors opened.. Staggering back she went to the cock-pit and grabbed Lance.

Without a word she pulled him to the pod and shoved him inside it. The cord to her communications never went back into her wrist it dangled like a broken guitar string. As the doors closed on Lance it clipped the cord, yanking it from Elsa’s wrist… ripping up her arm in a sharp violent motion.. the part of her that was machine was exposed… she blinked.. and fell back..

“Go… save her… they come.. they come..” Falling back from the doors just as they closed red lights and warnings started to blare from the ship..

“..Warning.. self distruct in 3 seconds…. warning….warning..”

As soon as the doors closed… the pod was lauched with only Lance inside… Elsa watched it sail away as the doomed shipped started to exploded.. Her eyes closed as an explosion ripped up the main deck and in seconds the ship was only fragments in the sky.

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Zack Strike – Dec 16, 2008 at 9:04 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

They got to the point were the military saw the ship coming and opened fire even though it was clearly damaged.

“What the hell! Their shooting at us?” Lance shouted mostly to himself since Elsa passed out. He was thinking of putting the ship into a dive and crash land on the surface, but was distracted by the cock-pit doors opening. It was Elsa and before Lance could say a work she grabbed him up and tossed him into a escape pod. As Lance was going to ask Elsa what the big deal was a chunk of her skin was ripped off and instead of blood and muscle there was only circuits and wires. Elsa just fell back and said,

[I]”Go… save her… they come.. they come..”[/I] Those were her last words as the escape pod doors shut and launched. Lance was thrown against the view port and the last thing he saw before he blacked out was a explosion where the ship used to be.

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Divinatas – Dec 17, 2008 at 3:06 AM

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

“Oh, I’m Siann Acai.” Siann replied.

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[i]Dodging The Fleet’s ships was no easy task but Eva’s ship managed to evade. The real shocker was finding the escape pod amongst a destroyed ship’s debris. It would have been missed if not for the garbled distress signals and the familiar name. Lance. The man that started this crazy rescue mission. Picking up the escape pod with an unconscious Lance inside, along with much of the ships’ debris to sell for scraps, they flew off in to space. In the debris they found a robot/cyborg body shell! The remains of Elsa Moon. She was severely damaged, but with a little care she might be repaired…

Returning back to the home planet right away was not an option. For some reason Siann Acai was wanted by the Fleet! Eva, took the ship to a small obscure planet. A good place to rest, hide out, and regroup.

A conspiracy has begun…[/i]

[b]TWO DAYS LATER – PLANET KHERB 9[/b]

Siann was grateful to be free, but freedom seemed to come with a weird price. There were a lot of things going on that she didn’t understand, and it seemed she couldn’t go back home yet. Eva said it was dangerous. Thinking of Eva, since that rescue day Eva was acting very strange around her. Siann wondered is perhaps she said something awkward, but she didn’t have much time to dwell on it. They found Lance in an escape pod and (what she assumed) was his cyborg partner in the debris… and Siann was rather surprised to find out she had seen that girl before. One of Gorren Tohrek’s slaves. It was good to know someone else escaped, but the girl was so damaged Siann was worried that she may not be repairable. Meanwhile, Lance had yet to wake up from his injuries.

For the moment, with Lance sleeping, a droid working on Elsa, and Eva mysteriously busy, Siann was going through the little laptop style computer she managed to steal out of Gorren Tohrek’s office. There were many things in here. Money Books, smuggling deals, slave trades… but what caught her attention the most was a connection to The Fleet. This was an extraordinary discovery… she really needed to take it to the authorities!

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Zack Strike – Dec 17, 2008 at 5:26 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

Lance could feel the heat of the explosion and watched in horror as Elsa blew up along with the ship.

“ELSA!” Lance shouted as he jumped out of his bed and land on his side. He managed to get up to to one knee as he was greeted with a sharp pain in his chest and a splitting head ache. He looked around the room and tried to reached for one of his pistols, but realized that he had bandages on where his vest should be.. It was then he noticed that a girl sitting at a table startled at his sudden out burst. Still groggy from the pain and something else he had no idea where he could be.

“Where am I? Where’s Sainn and Eva!” Lance exclaimed as he tried to stand but fell back wards against the bed. He just stared at the floor as tears started to well up in his eyes,

“What happened to Them? And Elsa!?”

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Ocha – Dec 18, 2008 at 11:29 AM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]
Family had always been an abstract concept or sometimes an artificial construction. Not that this was a bad thing, but when Siann Acai came into the picture all that changed.

Eva had sold the scrap not that it amounted to much, but it hadn’t been the reason she’d gone to the destroyed ship. The money though would justify helping out Lance and his slave girl. Lance didn’t seem the type to buy a slave, so she’d wait till he woke to make judgements.

Taking a deep breath, Eva turn on the comm system. “Why do you assume that there’s a firefight somewhere in the galaxy I’m in the middle of it,” Eva said in greeting to the man who she was contacting. Eva smiled to herself.
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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 3:47 AM

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

Startled by the sudden screaming, Siann blinked a moment before she moved over the bed with a nice cold drink. “I’M Siann!” she replied quickly, pulling up his legs to tuck him back in.

“If Elsa is your robot-girl, I’m not sure if she’s okay. Eva’s unit it working on her but, well, it’s no mechanic. Are you Lance? I wanted to thank you for sending Eva to come and get me. I really thought I was going to be a goner!” Siann chattered on. After tucking him back in she returned to her chair at the table, pointing a finger over at the corner of the room where the unit was working on what was left of Elsa’s frame. “Eva picked up some scraps and sold them to get new pieces for Elsa, but I don’t know if it’s enough…”

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[soli]Over the comlink in response to Eva came a rich male voice. He was amused but it was obvious there was a worried tint to it.

[i]’Can you blame me…? There are odd disturbances lately. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.'[/i] A chuckle. [i]’But I can see you are in fine form, sweetheart. Gave some people hell, did you?'[/i]
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Ocha – Dec 19, 2008 at 11:23 AM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]
“Not enough this time. Was pulling too many people out of it.” Eva paused for a moment. “I’m coming over soon, and I might be bringing a few visitors. One I know you know.” Eva looked behind her at the door. “This Lance Hawkins guy is a bit scatter brained, but I get the impression he thinks you owe him money but otherwise considers Adam Longshot a friend. Has he always owned a modified slave girl?” For the moment, Eva was going to avoid mentioning Siann. Her situation was just very unexpected.
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Zack Strike – Dec 20, 2008 at 2:49 AM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

Sainn reassured Lance that everyone was ok for the most part and they were safe for now.

“I’m glad Eva found you. I’m sorry I couldn’t have been there myself, but…”

Lance trailed off as he looked to the corner of the room where the droid was working with the remains of Elsa. Lance grunted as he sat up right and readied himself to walk. He managed to limp over to the droid and pushed it out of the way as he examined what was left of his fallen comrade Elsa. He noticed that other than a few burns and dents the ‘head’ wasn’t too damaged.

“I can save her memory if her brain is still intact, The rest however might need to be replaced.” Lance now focusing on fixing maybe the only friend he had in the galaxy ignored his pain and started reaching for nearby tools and went to work. Lance in a trance like state didn’t even notice himself whisper,

“Don’t worry Elsa, you saved my life now I’m going to save yours.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 7:08 AM

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[soli][i]’Visitors, eh?'[/i] His voice sounded curious. It was obvious he was picking something up from Eva’s tone, but wasn’t mentioning it. He simply reponded to her questions. [i]’That mechanic kid? Not a chance. I’ll wager he got himself mixed up in some damsel’s distress.'[/i][/soli]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

Considering she didn’t really know him, he had nothing to be sorry for. Her shrug went unnoticed as he moved to the cyborg girl. Siann felt immensely sorry for him. And Elsa too. They had come out of their way to get her out of trouble, and earned a whole lot of injuries and heartbreak for it. Well, Siann wouldn’t let their good deeds go unrewarded, or let those jerkfaces get away with what they were doing. That included Gorren Tohrek’s slave rings AND the Fleets horrible tactics!

Getting up silently from her chair, Siann left the room so Lance could be alone with Elsa. She stepped in to the cockpit where Eva was chatting with someone over one of the comlinks.

“Miss Eva, I looked at the files on the computer I grabbed. There’s a lot of very [i]wrong[/i] things on there. Even about the Fleet. I think we have to take it to the authorities. …If we can find any that aren’t corrupt!”

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joey – Dec 20, 2008 at 12:03 PM

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Elsa Moon

As Lance worked on Elsa his trance like state kept him from noticing the tiny eye movements. Elsa was in bad shape but over all her insides where fine. She was built for this sort of abuse and it wasnt long before her celluar regeneration kicked in.

A soft click echoced near Lances left arm as he worked followed by a timid but growing humm. The lights in the room lowered and flickered for a brief moment and then stopped. A soft green glow started to encase Elsa and soon grew so thick that Lance wasnt able to touch her. It covered her like a cocoon sealing her inside.

Though Elsa’s lips were cracked she spoke softly.

“…Ants… back kommin… I..I……”

It was hard to understand as her vocal abilities were heavily damaged. But it was clear that in sort of self preservation, Elsa was fixing herself. It was strange but not unheard of as the driod that was working on her nodded and walked away muttering..

“Had I been informed of that techincal modification that model could have been up and running days ago.”

It left the room as the soft glow that covered Elsa grew into a thick shell and sealed up. Making it impossible to see what was going on inside the cocoon. It was only a matter of time now until Elsa would rewaken repaired by her full body regeneration.

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Zack Strike – Dec 23, 2008 at 12:46 AM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

Lance was just about to take a look inside Elsa’s head when he noticed that all of her parts started to turn green. He backed up a few inches surprised and startled then she spoke,

[I]”…Ants… back kommin… I..I……”[/I]

Lance couldn’t understand her gibberish, but he figured it was a reassuring statement. Soon the green glow encased Elsa in a harden shell Lance wanted to touch it, but feared he might interfere with Elsa’s recovery process. Instead he leaned close to the shell and whispered,

“Glad to have you back!” With that he turned and limped his way to the next room where Siann went and hovered close to the door to hear what they were talking about.

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joey – Dec 23, 2008 at 1:54 AM

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Elsa Moon

Hours passed and still the green cocoon like matter covered Elsa from head to toe. Once Lance had gone the room as fell silent. A soft humm came from her general area and that was the only sound. It was a complete unknown as to how long it would take for her organs and tissue to regrow. It was a complicated inner working of technogly not yet seen by most humans.

A near by computer started to recieve a signal but its origin was unknown. The screen came to life with riddles of code. Line after line of codes. Numbers inner mixed with symbols all of which had never been seen before. This strange download continued for hours before anyone knew what was going on. A passing driod noticed it and stopped and tried to read some of it, but it fried out its computing skills leaving standing in one place with a blank stare.

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Ocha – Dec 25, 2008 at 3:02 PM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]
“I’ll talk to you later Adam,” Eva said and cut the signal and turned to look at Siann. “I think I have your uncorrupt authority. The most uncorrupt that we can get.”

Thus began their flight off of Planet Kherb 9. Knowing that Lance was up and awake was encouraging, but the slave girls condition was more than a bit disturbing. She didn’t mention to her passengers who they were going to see, but she did mention at one point to Lance that he was going to be responsible for Elsa.

Normally Eva would have been very troubled when her ship started getting odd signals from outside sources, but the only thing that really bothered her was her droid seemed to be now out of order. Lance was not responsible for that too if Elsa came back online and her droid wasn’t back to it’s self.

“Okay kids, we’re coming up on our destination. Be on your best behavior.”
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Divinatas – Dec 27, 2008 at 1:45 AM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=954][b]Adam[/b]

There he was. Waiting at the dock port, running his hands through his hair. Of all things he’s done in his life, from fighting in wars, going in undercover missions (of which he’s going to have quite a lot to explain to that boy Lance), to personal missions…

Seeing Eva again, [i]in person[/i], was down right unsettling.

So when her ship had landed and off she stepped from the ramp, Adam was swallowing hard before grinning and walking up to greet them all. He met Eva’s eyes with that smile, grinned an apologetic smirk at Lance (he DID owe that boy some money, didn’t he?), and then looked on a bit confused at Elsa. …But it was Siann he seemed the most curious about. …There was something familiar about that girl…

“Nice to see you again, Eva. And Lance, of course. It’s been a long time.”

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Ocha – Dec 28, 2008 at 1:42 AM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]
Eva smiled back at Adam, and if her eyes didn’t smile, it was because there was a challenge in them. She didn’t expect him to except the challenge. After all isn’t that how she ended up with his ship and only after everything was said and done realized that he’d won when she was trying to get him to share some of his trouble? Granted, everyone now was starting to hear that ‘Longshot’ had finally taken an early retirement. It didn’t hurt his reputation and did hers good in the places most sane honest people didn’t want to tread.

“You already know Lance of course. This is his companion Elsa.” Saying anything else would have been unfair to Lance. Eva then put an arm around Siann’s shoulder. “This smart girl has a bit of information we’ll want to look at soon. Her name is Siann… Acai. Why don’t we finish up these introductions at your place though Adam.”
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joey – Dec 28, 2008 at 11:12 AM

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Elsa Moon

The body regeneration had taken just over a day to complete and Elsa emerged from the odd shell like cocoon looking much as she had before. Her eyes seemed a bit smaller and her over all apperance seemed to be stronger. She didnt say very much at to anyone. The only one she seemed to want to interact with at all was the droid she now cared for like a child.

All her attention went into the repair of the driod that was once working on her. She said nothing to Lance or anyone else for days. Silence had over taken her and much of her emotions seemed to be dead or ignored. The once human like nature she carried out so well had vanished. Something cold and almost mean seemed to be hidding behind her eyes. She never let anyone near the other driod that she now kept locked up in one of the cargo bays she took over when no one was looking. She had the code and was the only one that could get in or out.

Just before landing she had stepped out of the cargo bay and locked it up. The shuttle door opened and she stepped out with the other others to meet some stranger. Her eyes were cold and empty as she stood next to Lance. She had no expression, no warmth no sign she had ever been even remotely human. Silently she followed Lance and the others. For now she kept up with Lance as a service droid and nothing else.

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Zack Strike – Dec 28, 2008 at 2:14 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

Lance had mostly been lying around the ship during the trip. His injuries were better but he had never broken any bones before so the experience was new to him. When they arrived at the dock Lance stepped off the ramp at a semi-limping pace behind Eva and it appeared that Adam was there to greet. It had been so long since Lance had last seen him and all the memories of the stories he used to tell him and fun they had came rushing back. Lance never told Adam, but if it weren’t for his frequent business Lance would have had to close his shop.

As Eva and Adam greeted each other Adam threw a friendly smile his way as well. It had been a long time since Lance got to talk to Adam and he looked up to the guy so much that he didn’t know what to say. All that managed to come out his mouth was,

“Yea…..”

After Eva introduced Siann it was then that Lance noticed Elsa at his side.

“Elsa, you know you’ve a ghost lately. Are you feeling ok?”

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Divinatas – Dec 29, 2008 at 6:55 AM

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

“Acai..?” There was an unreadable look on Adam’s face. “Yes, yes. We have a long to talk about. …Follow me.” he led the way, now seeming deep in thought.

Siann had smiled at Adam, but looked confused as he whirled around and started walking. She looked up at Eva shrugging her shoulders before following. The past few days had been… strange to say the least. Elsa was acting [i]really[/i] weird. Nothing like the nice girl she met while they were both being held captive by Gorren. Siann didn’t try to press the issue, though. Even for a cyborg, getting blown up in space had to be traumatizing.

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=954][b]Adam Longshot[/b]

Adam remained pretty silent himself. The walk wasn’t too far, he had a place right in the middle of the “town”. Mostly so he could step out and grab himself a bite to eat or pickup on latest news when he needed to. No sense living out in the wastelands. Opening up a door, he led them inside a modest apartment. There wasn’t much in the way of furniture or personal effects.

“Here we are. Make yourselves at home. How about I whip up some cider while Eva tells me about your adventure?”[/dashed]

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Ocha – Dec 30, 2008 at 2:22 PM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

Eva seemed like someone that was perfectly at home. Despite spending more time on the ship, the little place that Adam had made a home for himself was much more to her liking. It wasn’t cluttered with the dust from the corners of the galaxy. Granted some of that clutter had proven to be useful at one time or another, but it was all more or less window decorations.

She followed him into the kitchen, giving a wink to Siann before disappearing. If Siann didn’t understand, well, Eva didn’t understand why the girl-droid of Lance’s so it was all fair.

Eva jumped up and sat on the kitchen counter. “Let’s see, I left Corbalous with enough illegal junk to hide the fact I was there for data. That Senator better be grateful for what had to happen to get him the information. Which is of course how I ended up in the worse cantina on Lance’s home planet.”

“See little miss Siann had gotten herself kidnapped, by first the Fleet and that stupid Admiral Had. I guess I suppose I should say late as well, then he got them both captured by Gorren Tohrek. Lance had the wild idea of hiring help to save her.” Eva smirked and touched the broach. “He got me instead, but then he ended up getting into a little trouble himself when he found Elsa.”

“I left, and had this lovely plan for finding the silly girl, who’s name I didn’t know.” Eva wanted to make that point at least clear to Adam so he didn’t ask why she didn’t contact him sooner. “But the Fleet choose that point to go try to bomb Tohrek to atoms. Which I don’t think worked.”

“I believe that was about the time you tried contacting me,” Eva said putting a hand on his arm.[/dashed]

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joey – Dec 31, 2008 at 11:32 AM

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Elsa Moon

While everyone went off to talk to their new friends Elsa made her way around the Adams home and when no one was looking she got into what looked like a small control room. There were computers running and different screens that seemed to be monitoring both inside the house and outside.

Cameras were pointed in each room as well as the front door and back. Sitting down to one of the monitors Elsa wasted no time pulling up what information she was looking for. An evil smirk crept into place as she started to download a virus into the system. Slowly all the operations of the house started to go offline. The lights dimmed once as they flickered and tried to stay on.

Realizing that someone had spotted a camera Elsa quickly stopped typing and withdrew from the room. She had done enough for now. It was only a matter of time before it would all be within her control. Creeping back into the main hallway she hoped to avoid Lance and all his questions.

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Zack Strike – Jan 4, 2009 at 9:14 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

Lance didn’t realize at first, but this was the first time he actually ‘socialized’ with another living being, besides Adam, that didn’t end in him running for his life. For once in his life he felt needed, it felt…nice. Eva and Adam went into the other room which left Lance and Siann in the room together. Lance attempted to start up some small talk,

“So,um, Siann what did you find out on Tohrek’s anyways?” Lance didn’t what to say, but he couldn’t stand the silence. After he stated the question however he noticed that Elsa was no where to be seen.

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joey – Jan 6, 2009 at 9:29 PM

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Elsa Moon

As the others chatted away in the other rooms Elsa was just leaving the computer room she was in when a small alert system kicked on. Clearly the virus she had put in place was working. Smirking she left the room and stepped out in the hallway before they had time to miss her.

None one had any clue or even an idea that something might be wrong with the person or andriod they all knew as Elsa. Truth of that matter they were all being fooled but not for long. Since the activation of the new and suppose improved Elsa a tiny signal went out of her presence and that in turn sent out a system wide alert.

Making her way back to sit next to Lance Elsa felt a sudden jolt from within her and she knew it was time to attack. Without warning she grabbed Lances side arm and wrapped her arms around his neck forcing him to stand up and become a total body sheild. She was a lot stronger then before and her grip on him nearly choking him was making him gasp and gag for air. Backing out of the room Elsa’s eyes had gone soild black. Something the likes of gills stuck out the sides of her neck as she glared at the others. Siann was going to be next if she was not stopped.

“back you earthly scum..” She hissed at them. Her voice had changed everything about her was changing right before their eyes. Her skin tone was even changing to a sick green and brown. She was no longer robotic looking she looked alien.

Holding Lance hotage she licked the side of his head and he fell to the floor knocked out by the nasty green slim that was now working its way to cover his whole body. With her sights set on Siann she stepped forward and hissed.. Something had taken over what was once Elsa and its next meal was Siann.

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Divinatas – Jan 10, 2009 at 5:09 PM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=954][b]Adam Longshot[/b]

Adam was rubbing his head as he watched Eva and listened to her story. It was a grand coincidence. Then again, Adam didn’t believe in coincidences. Things were often guided by the force, and now it seemed they were in for an adventure. But with this news… that means miss Siann Acai was..

“…my sister.” Adam said out loud. He rest his hand over Eva’s that was lain on his arm. “Didn’t think the old man had it in him. He must have really wanted someone to run the shop. Guess trouble runs in the Acai blood, eh, sweets?” He went silent for a moment before speaking again. “Gorren Tohrek has been a major concern for awhile now. But this does make it a bit personal.”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

Siann was looking around the small apartment, and had picked up some unusual looking item from a shelf when Lance spoke.

[i]”So,um, Siann what did you find out on Tohrek’s anyways?”[/i]

“Oh, well, it’s all pretty scary actually. Tohrek is obviously a bad guy, but on the computer I stole it looks like he has lots of contacts and the Fleet. I really didn’t get a good impression of them when they picked me and my ship up and dragged me on that crazy mission, but now it looks like there is an entire conspiracy behind it too!” Siann rattled on unaware of Elsa leaving the room, and then returning just as quickly.

Setting the item she was looking at back on the shelf, Siann turned around just in time to see Elsa grabbing Lance! “ELSA!”

[i]”Back you earthly scum..”[/i] Elsa’s entire appearance seemed to be shifted, as she held on to Lance, licking the side of his face. He was slowly being covered in a weird slime as he dropped to the floor!

Siann was stepping backwards as she screamed!
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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=954][b]Adam Longshot[/b]

A sudden scream interrupted his conversation with Eva. Not missing a beat, Adam dashed out the kitchen door with Eva close behind. His hand flicked, that object from the shelf flying in to his hands. Immediately the bright blue beam of a lightsaber flicked on as he put himself between Siann and Elsa, the saber positioned defensively in front of him.

“Alright now. What are you up to.” he asked, rather calmly, giving the situation.

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joey – Jan 11, 2009 at 3:41 PM

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Elsa Moon

Laughing and hissing at the sametime this thing that was once Elsa stepped over Lance and eyed Adam with utter contempt.

“You fools.. thinking that you could just collect randon bits of information without risks.. your droids have been most useful and your bodies will be too.”

Circling the room it hissed and stared at Saiann.

“I was there all along my pet… and that stupid droid never even knew what lie waiting inside her worthless shell..”

Hissing its eyes flickered as the gills on the sides of its neck opened and closed.

“Long dead my race has been ruled by that worthless troll Tohrek..” coughing and gasping spitting up some nasty green slim.

Just then their was a small explosion at the entrance to Adams house. As the dust settled Elsa and Eva’s droid marched in holding their own weapons. It was an instant all out battle that sadly was trashing Adams house as Elsa fell into battle with the thing that looked just like her. Flashing of green and red showerd the room as Eva’s droid took a hit and spun around falling over Siann in its attempt to protect her. Seeing Lance made the real Elsa even more angry as she took on the beast thing that robbed her of everything she ever had.

The gills on the beast rattled as it took one of Elsa’s arms off. Her arm went falling to the floor as she went falling backwards.

“KILL IT!!!” she screamed to Adam and Eva..

Holding the spot that once held her arm shot out small sparks of yellow and red. Inching over toward Lance her hands started to pell off the layer of jell that was about to kill him.

Checking Lance for his vitals she started to give him CPR and hoped that she wasnt to late. Her small frame pumped his heart and her human like lip pressed to his as she tried to get him to breath. Shaking to her core parts of her rattled as must of her was exposed as a very small and crued CP unit. Mush like Eva’s droid parts of each were missing expossing much of their inner workings. Both looked like they had escaped a junk yard both droids seemed to care for their humans much more than ever before.

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Divinatas – Jan 21, 2009 at 3:45 AM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=954][b]Adam Longshot[/b]

His lodging had erupted in to utter chaos in an instant. Adam’s first priority was protecting the innocent life, which was made more complicated with looming thoughts that it was his [i]sister[/i] he was deflecting stray glops of goo.

With Eva’s droid dashing out to shield Siann, enough was enough. Pointing a finger for Eva to circle around the other side of the struggling Elsa and the alien, Adam moved in to attack position. As Elsa’s arm was ripped out her socket and she went flying backwards screaming [i]KILL IT[/i], Adam was already on the move.

FWOOM! FWOOM! Like lighting he swung his lightsaber, slicing off the arms of the alien. A final FWOOM and there went the alien’s head rolling on the floor.

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

Siann was hurting from being tackled by a droid, but she was alive and that was something. Slowly, she rose up to her feet, dusting off her robes, looking rather wary at the dead alien on the floor.

“I… I’m a little confused. What just happened…?”

Everyone looked at Elsa!

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joey – Jan 21, 2009 at 10:54 AM

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Elsa Moon

Slowly Elsa sat up and looked around. Lowering her eyes to the group. A few sparks flew from where her arm was and she started to look for it. Finding it near the sofa she picked it up and looked at Siann.

“Im glad your not hurt.. Im sorry about all this” than turning to everyone she spoke again as her voice crackled in out.

“I was infected and did not know it. Im sorry. I will try to rebuild your home master Adam. I failed to protect the one that saved me and for that I am deeply sorry.”

Elsa looked at Lance and than away.

“I will be on the ship if anyone needs me, there is much I need to clean up. That [I]thing[/I] stole more than my orgainic matter and I must replace many parts.”

With a slight limp Elsa made her way over the ruble that was once the front door and slowly back to the ship.

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Zack Strike – Jan 21, 2009 at 8:18 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

Lance regained awareness just in time to witness the creature beheading. A little nauseous from the green goo he slumped to his feet and looked around to find everyone in good health, excluding Elsa. With the danger avoided he walked over to the aliens’ head and put a plaster bolt right between its eyes,

“I’ll dispose of this.” He said in a plain tone and grabbed it up by its ‘hair’ and followed Elsa out. Lance made a makeshift fire pit and tossed it in.

After Lance went to the ship to check up on Elsa to see the extent of her damages. As he walked in to the main compartment he saw Elsa in the corner trying to put herself back together again Lance grabbed a bag of tools and walked up next to her,

“Hey let me take a look at.” Lance said as he knelt down beside Elsa and examined her damaged arm.

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Ocha – Jan 22, 2009 at 4:31 AM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]
Deactivating her light saber, Eva nodded to Lance as he took the alien head out. He was one of the good ones, going to go check on the robot girl. Then her glance shifted and she tilted her head. “Master Adam? Not very often I hear that.” It was easy to let oneself forget that even though he played the part of a common mercenary, that was all but a cover. She wondered when Lance would come back with questions to his old friend. No one in this part of the galaxy knew the truth, no one but her.

The place was a wreck and while things could be explained, Eva felt it was time that Adam left this place. She wasn’t going to say it right now. “We seem to have more and more to take care of. Perhaps though you should deal with your more personal business before anything or anyone else comes along.”
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joey – Jan 22, 2009 at 11:54 AM

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Hearing Lances voice made Elsa jump as he came closer to her with his tools.

“I have failed you..master and for that Im sorry. I have failed to complete my directive.” Her tone was very mechcanical and distant as her eyes flickered in small clicks.

All of her organic matter had been eaten away and what remained looked tired and sad. Her silvery body with it most of her internal components were exposed. She looked far from the whole unit that she use to be. Her machine like form was exposed now. Feeling like she was no longer useful to Lance she turned away from him holding her arm in her hand.

“It will not go back into place. I have become defective after being contaminated by the foreign material.” As she spoke her body gave off a small shake and she dropped her arm.

“Thats been happening a lot, and Im am unable to find the source, I have run test but all of them come back incomplete.”

Shifting in place she blinked and her eyes flickered again as she tried to look at Lance. “I think its best if you sell me for scrap”

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Divinatas – Jan 22, 2009 at 7:21 PM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=954][b]Adam Longshot[/b]

Adam didn’t say a word as Elsa ran off, or when Lance woke up and followed Elsa. Scratching his beard as he glanced around at the damage across the room, he was having much the same thoughts as Eva. It was time to leave this place. There was a more important mission at hand.

…but for the moment, there was a much more personal matter to deal with.

Looking at the very confused Siann, he gave a heavy sigh. “I think I should start by telling you my name. …My [i]real[/i] name.” he said slowly. “Adam Acai, son of Alderon Acai and Silva Na’dr.”

Siann blinked blankly, before a slow look of disbelief crossed her face. She crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s [i]my[/i] parents. You would have to be my bro-… Oh.” It seemed something occurred to her as she started to frown, seemingly giving some bit of information some thought. “It sort of makes sense considering things Fa said but… it’s rather odd to suddenly meet you. How do I know this isn’t a trick!”

Adam grinned at that. A healthy suspicion instead of accepting words as fact. “The universe is a series of coincidences and destiny. You may have ended up in Gorren Tohrek’s hands by chance and Lance coming across Eva by coincidence. But you made a very clever move in taking his computer. Thanks to this, we have one very important piece to a complicated plot.”

Siann glanced over at Eva, still looking unsure and confused about the whole thing, but seemed to be bolstered by the look on the woman’s face. “You’re welcome. …I think. Does this mean I can go home now?”

Adam shook his head sadly. “I am afraid not. The fleet is looking for you as well as Tohrek. You will be safer to remain with us until this problem has been solved.” Running his hands through his hair, he was quickly formulating a plan in his head. “Obviously it’s time to pickup and move. Lance is going to be a great help if he agrees. If we send him and his droid for recon missions and gathering data, you and I can freely pay a few people a visit.” he said to Eva.

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Ocha – Jan 22, 2009 at 7:28 PM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

All and all, Eva though Siann had taken the information about her brother rather well. It was a good thing though. Perhaps actually meeting the little sister he never met might ground Adam a bit. Eva doubted it, but there was always room for hope.

Right now there was a plan being started by Adam, and Eva wanted to quickly implement any action they were going to take and get off planet. “Sounds like you have a start of something Adam. However if he’s going to be going into dangerous situation he’s going to need a good ship. Where are you going to find that.”

Then it dawned on her where a good ship could be had, one that Lance already knew better then almost anyone. Adam was going to owe her big!
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Divinatas – Jan 22, 2009 at 7:42 PM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=954][b]Adam Longshot[/b]

Sheepishly, Adam grinned at Eva. “He will need the best ship we can give him. I know you don’t want to let it go, Eva, but… He knows it in and out. It’s also far too recognizable for us to be in. I want to keep Siann as far away from danger as possible.”

Siann was shuffling her feet along with tapping her fingers on her arm. She felt a bit like dead weight being dragged around on yet another crazy ride. …But at least THIS time people were concerned about trying to keep her [i]out[/i] of trouble instead of walking her right into it. That was the only thing that kept her from complaining.

“So that means we are going to split up? What will Lance and Elsa do? Isn’t it going to be dangerous? Elsa is in such bad shape already…” Siann interjected.

Adam nodded slowly. “We have to split up. More will be accomplished. I believe Lance is talented enough to take care of Elsa, however. There won’t be any need to worry. …For now, we need to clean out this place and get moving as quickly as possible. Things won’t remain quiet for long and I need to speak with Lance.”

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Ocha – Jan 22, 2009 at 7:50 PM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

“Don’t worry Adam, this just means you owe me something in compensation for the ship.” It was an act really, but she was very use to acting the part of the mercenary and if the truth was known there was something she wanted from Adam.

Placing her hands on her hips, Eva smirked then. “Go talk to Lance. Most of this you can leave behind, and I know what you’ll be wanting to take. Siann and I can have things ready by the time everyone is ready to leave.” There were a few things from her own ship Eva would have been happier not to leave behind in fact, but most of it she could live without.

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Zack Strike – Jan 22, 2009 at 9:11 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

Again Lance felt the anger well up inside him as Elsa treated herself as nothing more than a worthless slave,

“Don’t say stupid crap like that!” Lance said as he griped the tool bag ’till it hurt. “Your not a slave to anyone Elsa. Your outward appearance does not show who you are. You may feel like a droid, but you saved my life for the second time at the risk of your own and that’s more than anyone has ever done for me.”

Lance picked up the lifeless arm and walked over to Elsa and held it up to her.

“Now come on let figure this out and get you fixed.” He said as a caring smile came across his face.

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Divinatas – Jan 22, 2009 at 11:50 PM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=954][b]Adam Longshot[/b]

Adam didn’t want to think of what Eva had in mind for payback. He was already out the door, back to the ship to talk to Lance. It took him only a few moments to get there, step inside and find him speaking with the Elsa-droid.

“Lance…” Adam said, scratching his beard again. “I’ve got a wee favor to ask you, if you’re up to it. Fully paid… hell, I’ll answer any questions you have. I heh, ” he gave a sheepish grin, “I haven’t exactly been the most honest with you. But, I have an important mission for you if you think you can handle it.”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

Meanwhile, Siann was helping Eva gather up everything of importance from Adam’s apartment. There really wasn’t a lot of personal things. But, she did figure out (even if it wasn’t already painfully obvious) that he was a Jedi, not just some mercenary with a stolen lightsaber. It was just the way he lived. That was a comfort to know, as she was starting to wonder if she’d be in real trouble traveling around with an outlaw for a brother.

As if she weren’t in enough trouble already!

“…I hope the shop will be okay without me. There are droids to help run the business, but for how long could everything go without me? I wonder if anyone will even notice I’m missing! Oh… but Lance did, and I didn’t even know him.” Siann was voicing all of her thoughts out loud, regardless if Eva was listening or not.

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Zack Strike – Jan 23, 2009 at 1:19 AM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

“A mission huh.” Lance placed Elsa’s arm by her feet and put his hands on the back of his head.

“Well first you can tell me what your doing with a lightsaber. Are you the ‘space pirate’ in those stories you used to tell me or is that all lies.”

Lance wasn’t as angry as he was shocked and confused. He looked up to Adam as someone he wanted to be like. Lance didn’t have any friends when Adam came along, so to find out that he kept such a big secret he was beginning to wonder if Adam was only using him.

“Just tell me who the hell are you?”
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[B][U]Vantius (Van-tee-us) Thrall[/U][/B]

After receiving the contract from Tohrek it didn’t take Vantius long to track down the ship that fled the battle on the smuggler’s moon that was once Tohrek’s base of operations. The bounty hunter was in heavy battle dress with armor plates, pouches for ammo, the works, and carried a compact battle rifle. He wore a all-purpose visor that was heat and night vision equipped and a re-breather mask over his mouth. Ready for anything even for the rumor that a Jedi was involved.

The shaved head bounty hunter approached the house that the locals said belonged to the man that meet the owner of the ship. He walked right up to where the front door should be, and noticed sighs of battle in the main room. He started searching for clues for where his target could have gone with disregard for personal belongings.

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Ocha – Jan 23, 2009 at 1:55 AM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

It was a bit sad to see that Adam’s life could so easily be packed up, but that was who he was. Everything else could eventually be replaced in one fashion or another if he wanted to. Siann and Eva were both in the back room when she heard something near the front of the house. Quickly she knew it wasn’t Adam and more over she knew it was trouble.

Placing a finger to her lips she pointed to the window, which quietly opened. She took the bag from Siann and waited for the other girl to climb down, not easy since they were not exactly on the ground floor, then softly, step by step she went to the window backwards. Waiting for Siann to be on the ground, Eva judged it and jumped down, landing in a roll.

Before Siann could ask any questions Eva motioned Siann to follow and was jogging off to the ship.[/dashed]

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joey – Jan 24, 2009 at 1:36 AM

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[B]Elsa Moon[/B]

Elsa blinked as Lance set her Arm at her feet. Not sure why he did this she picked it up and turned around and back to trying to fix the fingers on it.

Small sparks flew out as she worked with it. She tired not to listen as the two men talked behind her. It was odd but with most of her organic matter gone she had never seen her insides like this before. She caught her reflection in the large glass window that seperated the cargo bay from an office area.

Stepping toward her reflection she looked into her own eyes and blinked. She could skin and machine. Her inner workings blinked and flickered with mechanical life. Touching her face with her silver finger tips it was like she was seeing herself for the first time.

Stepping back from the mirror her head went to one side and than the other. Blinking she did this for a while as the men spoke.

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Zack Strike – Jan 24, 2009 at 1:53 AM

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[B][U]Vantius Thrall[/U][/B]

As Vantius was searching through the main room he thought he heard something out front. He switched his visor to thermal imaging and slowly walked out front with his rifle at the ready. Looking around he saw nothing just the remains of what looked like a dying fire. As he looked closer he noticed a large thermal imprint on the ground and a set of foot prints leading away form the house.

These people obviously heard him and fled the building. Assuming that the target was one of the sets of foot prints he decided to follow them at a hurried walk, but ready for anything.

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Divinatas – Feb 1, 2009 at 2:39 AM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=954][b]Adam Longshot[/b]

Adam hesitated a moment. “I am… heh. A Jedi, but I think that’s become transparent.” He scratched his beard while he tried to put it in to quick words. “This mercenary business is just a cover so I can get around this side of the galaxy with ease. You’ll not spill the beans, I’m sure.” Adam trusted Lance. He knew a good guy when he met one.

“I would love to explain more about myself, but time has become an issue. Siann was clever to steal Gorren Tohrek’s computer, but she’s made herself a target for both the Fleet and Tohrek. That damned slaver seems to have his hands reaching all the way in to the government itself. I need you and Elsa to take my ship here. You’ll likely be followed, but I know you can out fly anything out there. Once you get to safety, it’s imperative that you two do a little spying on some of Tohrek’s businesses. We need to know who he deals with and where.”

Adam paused, a frown crossing his face as something occurred to him. “About Elsa… She is a bit off for an android. I think… you might want to dig for information about her as well. Eva told me that she was with Siann as one of Tohrek’s slaves before she escaped. Perhaps you can find out where she originally came from.”

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Ocha – Feb 1, 2009 at 2:49 AM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

The girls had jogged from Adam’s apartment and went down a few city streets, slowing down to not attract trouble as they headed for the space port. Once they were there, though Eva was very much on alert she made a beeline to her ship, one eye always on Siann.

Once they were outside her ship, Eva called out. “Longshot!” She didn’t need to say anything else. Adam should know her tone well enough to know it was trouble. Eva made sure that both of them were in the shadow of her ship in case the intruder came to the ship. It would be impossible for him or her to know that they hadn’t just walked on board.
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Divinatas – Feb 1, 2009 at 2:58 AM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=954][b]Adam Longshot[/b]

“[i]Longshot[/i]!” Eva’s voice. That warning sound.

“Someone is already following us. Quick!” Adam passed Lance what looked like a palm pilot. It was a datalink with information about the ship, and everything Adam knew about Gorren Tohrek so far. “You’ll be able to contact me when you need to and send me information through this. Now, get out of here as fast as possible. I don’t know if there’s ships waiting to shoot you down or not.”

Adam moved quick to the hatch peering outside to see if anyone was there. No one in sight yet. He turned for a moment back at Lance. “Be careful!” Adam jumped out of the ship, quickly rolling in to the shadows of the under belly where Eva and Siann were hiding.

On his feet he dusted himself off. “This isn’t boding well…” he said to Eva. Taking Siann by the arm and keeping a watch around them, Adam kept them in the shadows of the ship as he led Eva and Siann away towards the docking warehouses. As long as they remained unseen until Lance and Elsa took off, they should be good!

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(This is where Lance & Elsa separate to get information on Gorren and perhaps discover more on Elsa’s past! After you guys “take off” you should start a new thread for Lance and Elsa! Adam, Eva & Siann will start a new thread once they leave the planet too. >>; )

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Ocha – Feb 1, 2009 at 3:16 AM

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

“Well there goes my ship,” Eva muttered as she followed behind Adam and Siann away from the ship. She had a lot of good memories with it and while she didn’t think it was the last she’d see it, it was a bit like leaving home for the last time. It was a sad feeling of future nostalgia.

Taking one last glance, Eva set her sights on the future. The three of them were unnoticed by the few people that were in the space port and shortly there after they had reached the warehouses. There was large overhang above and it was easy to sink into the large doorway on the side. No one would be able to see them unless they wanted to be seen.

“We need to get off the planet too. Even if whoever came into your apartment loses track of us or actually follows Lance, we still have a lot to do.” That was the closest that Adam was going to get for an explanation for the moment. Not that there was much more to tell. She didn’t risk seeing who it was after all with Siann with her.
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Zack Strike – Feb 1, 2009 at 5:51 PM

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[U]Lance Hawkins[/U]

As Adam hurriedly passed Lance the hand held, he only hesitated for a second. Quickly he turned around and walked to the cockpit in Elsa’s direction,

“Come on, We’re leaving! Everyone’s going to be counting on us.”

Lance said as he rushed to the pilot’s seat and fired up the engines. He looked at the hand held computer once more before he took the ship into orbit.

[dot][U][B]Vantius Thrall[/B][/U]

As Vantius drew closer to the space port his infrared visors became useless. He switched it off and used normal light scanning look for traces of the unknown threats that fled the targets house. He quicken his pace to the space port assuming that they were going to escape on their ship, and just as he came in view of the ship he saw it just taking off. Luckily Vantius placed a tracking beacon on the ship when he arrived and sprinted to his own ship. He was hoping that this job was going to be simple snatch ‘n’ grab, but now it turned into a chase.[/dot]

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Diocha] Witches Pox

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Title: Witches Pox!
Number: 143
Date: Aug 6, 2008 at 12:23 AM
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Ocha – Aug 6, 2008 at 12:23 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

“And then we were home,” ended Sasha as she sat on her bed looking at the translucent form of her deceased brother-in-law. He seemed much more at eased then when they’d first come home, after all Kendal had been gone for days and the specter had been unable to find her anywhere on the island. “I haven’t gotten a chance to give her a bad time about using magic yet, but I will. All that talent and she lets it go to waste most the time. Why hash an old topic with you though. I think that her and Skipster might be coming around finally. The trip might have been good for them all in all. Don’t give me that look. We’re not discussing me. Now I want to get down to breakfast before the ads are over.”

Nevermind if the ghost though that was an admission of anything, Sasha continued on her morning routine like she did most mornings and eventually made it to her shop to open it. The only real difference than most mornings was she was already on her second pot of tea before lunch and three people had asked her if she was alright. Of course she was, why wouldn’t she be?
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Divinatas – Aug 19, 2008 at 6:21 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21][b]Kendal[/b]

After several days away from work, being the Chief Editor of the most popular wild news zine in town, one would think the place would be falling apart. Not at The Chronicle. Things always got done with or without Kendal there, which led her to suspect that they only called her Chief Editor so other employees wouldn’t be jealous of her hefty paycheck. Everyone knew she spent little time in the office, and most of her hours out hunting down good stories for the paper.

Today shouldn’t have been any different. And yet, instead of taking a swing by the warehouse district to figure out why the mob was making deals with northern Silkies, Kendal was dropping by to see her sister at her shop. Just in time for the second half of the morning radio show.

[i]”Gooood morning, Elswen! This is your favorite morning host DJ Tali with her super sexy cohost, Aidan Mac bringing you the station’s weekly contest update!”[/i] The cheerful voice was bright and teasing. The usual upbeat Natalia Davenport was a fan favorite, and much to Kendal’s amusement, the mastermind of getting Aidan in to all sorts of interesting trouble.

Aidan finally chimed in over the radio, [i]”This week’s contest is going to be a charity ball event, where you can make a bid on the eligible singles in town. The feature prize being a date with DJ Tali or Aidan Ma- Wait, what?! I didn’t agree to-“[/i]

[i]”A date with Aidan Mac or myself! That’s a pretty sweet prize, if I do say so myself. But remember, you need to be at the charity ball and make the winning bid! So get those checkbooks ready, and stayed tuned to ELSWN Radio for updates!”[/i]

Loud laughter echoed through the shop, as Kendal plucked one of the books from the shelf. “I didn’t know it was time for the charity ball already. Do you think they’ll accept credit cards?” A wicked grin she gave, as she peeked around one of the shelves at Sasha.

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Ocha – Aug 24, 2008 at 9:32 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

“Credit card? What, you want a date with Tali now?” Sasha didn’t even hide the contempt in her voice. The younger sister glared at the older for a moment, then sighed. Kendal could bait her too easily at times.

Sasha turned around and grabbed two cups and then came around the counter. “But seriously, are you going to go to the ba–.” Suddenly Sasha let go of both cups, them crashing to the ground and her waving her now red hands. The liquid from the now shattered ceramic cups was boiling violently on the floor.
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Divinatas – Oct 6, 2008 at 11:23 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21][b]Kendal[/b]

Kendal laughed as she put the book back on the shelf and crossed the store. Stopping at the spill, she wave a hand over the mess. The tea zoomed itself back in to the cups as the reformed and hopped themselves as good as new in Kendal’s hands. Reversing an accident was no big deal for a natural witch… but the fact [i]Kendal[/i] did it without thinking twice, was entirely too strange.

She set Sasha’s cup on the counter. “I was thinking more about Aidan, not that [i]I[/i] want a date with him. I was actually planning on volunteering to be one of the auctions. A dinner with some old geezer couldn’t be all that bad.”

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Ocha – Oct 13, 2008 at 8:24 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

Sasha took a sip of her tea while looking at Kendal. What was she doing? Sasha was fairly sure that the trip to Germany hadn’t cured her sister of her reluctancy to use her magic. On the other hand, what she did was so natural and absent minded that perhaps Kendal didn’t even realize what she did. Which was just as odd!

“Could use him to clean the gutters at the mansion,” Sasha muttered into her cup at the idea of Kendal actually winning Aidan at auction. “Would you really want to be put up for auction yourself? It could turn into a boring horrible night.”

The youngest sister then figured she might as well turn down the radio while they were talking and made a gesture to do so while having to walk over. Instead however she was now in the lobby of the radio station. “What the…?”
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Divinatas – Oct 14, 2008 at 6:37 AM

[dash][b]Natalia Davenport[/b]

“Oh, hey Sasha!” blinked a dark haired girl with a wild purple dye-job on her hair. She was wearing a tiny little shirt, showing off a pieced bellybutton, and low hip hugging jeans. Drop dead gorgeous is what she liked to think of herself, and being the most popular radio host in Elswen didn’t help her ego any. DJ Tali greeted Sasha with a smile!

“I didn’t expect to see you in today! You usually wait until Saturdays to come in for a visit.” a smirk was across her face as she leaned in close to elbow at Sasha. “You don’t have a lunch date with Aidan, do you? He was pitching a real temper tantrum about the auction this morning.”

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Ocha – Oct 14, 2008 at 6:44 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

Sasha looked at Tali in great surprise. How did she get from trying to turn off the radio in her shop to being in the radio studio. Had someone put a charm in her shop? No, that didn’t seem right, the spirits in the building would have nullified any sort of transportation charm there, and besides, what would be the point. Was it Kendal? That was even more absurd.

“Aidan?” Sasha shook her head. “No, Aidan wasn’t expecting me.” Though she had to admit she was curious to see how he was reacting to the whole thing. She was sure his co-DJ had it close to right. He didn’t sound very happy at all on the air.
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Divinatas – Oct 15, 2008 at 1:47 AM

[dash][b]Natalia[/b]

“He’ll be pleasantly surprised then!” said Natalia with a grin! One of these days, she really expected Sasha to come in here and just flat out sock her in the nose. Of course, Sasha didn’t seem to get it, but [i]everyone[/i] at the station knew Aidan had a thing for a the woman. They were practically dating. And no girl wants to see her man go through the sorts of things Tali put Aidan through.

Natalia just [i]loved[/i] being a villain!

“Speaking of which, he’s up in the offices trying to find some way out of it. Haha, jokes on him, I made him signed the contract last week. Slipped it in to his usual paperwork.”

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Ocha – Oct 15, 2008 at 1:59 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

It was tempting. Just one little spell. It wouldn’t be anything serious. Maybe a rash of some sort, or even better no voice for a week! It was petty though and Sasha figured it wasn’t worth the trouble.

“I guess I might as well go see him. It really wasn’t a very nice thing you did. He might have agreed if you had just given him fair warning.” Sasha thought about his fan base and figured that might have been a lie.

As she started to walk to the elevator she paused and looked over at the female DJ. “Your voice sounds a bit scratching. Hope you’re not coming down with something.” Okay so maybe it was worth the trouble! And into the elevator Sasha went.
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Divinatas – Oct 15, 2008 at 12:55 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

As Sasha went up the elevator a loud SNEEZE was heard! Scratchy throat indeed!

Upstairs in the offices, Aidan was sitting at his desk with his hands in his hair. It seemed he had did a lot of that this morning, because now his hair was sticking up in every direction for a more permanent look. Under his breath he was muttering all sorts of wicked things to do to Natalia – not that he’d ever do them. Time and time again he might plot up some sort of revenge, but when it came down to it, he just couldn’t go through with it. He had to shake that nice-guy conscience!

Finally Aidan just balled up a few of the papers and took a rimshot for the trashcan!

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Ocha – Oct 15, 2008 at 11:42 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

That didn’t sound quite right!

Upon reaching the correct floor Sasha walked down the hall to Aidan’s office. Inside she saw the DJ look stressed. Worse his hair was showing the extent of the damage Tali had caused Aidan and Sasha found her fingers itching to fix the haystack.

Brushing that idea aside for a moment she smirked.

“Two points,” Sasha said as she walked in and looked at him. “Not one of your better days, hm? Mind if I sit?” It was still very early in the day, but Sasha felt like she just pulled an all nighter.
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Divinatas – Oct 16, 2008 at 7:14 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

Aidan looked surprised to see Sasha today, but easily motioned a hand over towards the chair for her to sit down. He leaned back in his own seat, looking about ready to pass out, if not also wanting to heave a big sigh.

“Boy, she’s got a noose around my neck tighter than a rat to cheese.” he muttered. “Not that I don’t love doing stuff for charity, but [i]last[/i] year’s auction was a real nightmare and I vowed never again.” his smile was grim, but it was genuine. “Guess she made a liar out of me.”

Aidan paused for a moment, looking over Sasha curiously. “You look a little tired. Did you get any sleep last night?”

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Ocha – Oct 28, 2008 at 5:20 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

Sasha was grateful to sit, and quietly listened to Aidan rant for a few moments. At least he could smile about the whole thing.

“Sleep? Of course I did,” she said in a very Sashaish tone she used with him whenever stating what she saw was the obvious around him. Her baravo didn’t last long however, and she allowed herself the luxury of just being relaxed with Aidan “I’m just having an off morning I think.”

Not one to linger long on her own problems, Sasha quickly changed the subject. “You’re pretty much trapped so there’s no use in dwelling on it. Kendal might join in too, so you can at least have good company on stage. What you need to do now is get out of this building.”
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Divinatas – Nov 8, 2008 at 3:07 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all morning.” Admitted Aidan wearily. Running his hands through his hair again, he straightened up the paperwork on his desk and signed a few things before he stood. He stretched his arms over his head and rounded the desk to the hat rack where he took his coat and shrugged it over his shoulders.

Aidan motioned his head towards the door. “Let’s go grab a bit for lunch. Fun City Pizza is having an all you can eat buffet special today.”

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Ocha – Nov 10, 2008 at 3:42 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]
Part of her really didn’t want to get back up. She was comfortable sitting. Not as comfortable perhaps as if she was at home, curled up on the couch perhaps, but it was nice to sit. However, she was the one that suggested leaving so Sasha stood up.

“At least that won’t be wasted on you, and if I recall correctly they have that bottomless soda,” she said with a weak smile. Sasha was thinking that a bowl of soup was all she really wanted. As she started walking out the door she felt her head, maybe she was coming down with something.

She wouldn’t say anything though as they headed down the elevator and out of the building.
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Divinatas – Nov 11, 2008 at 10:36 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

The weather outside was pleasant and the walk quiet as they strolled down the sidewalk. There weren’t a lot of people out, except for the few dashing for a lunch break or enjoying a day off. The air had that nice crisp scent that always came with the change of seasons.

Of course, Sasha didn’t seem to be noticing any of this, which Aidan found pretty curious. Sasha always enjoyed these sorts of days, but she was looking pretty wilted to him. If she thought he hadn’t noticed, well… she was mistaken!

Aidan didn’t bring it up however. He just led them down the walk, but instead of turning the corner to head for Fun City Pizza, he walked on down until they stopped at a small little cafe. It was one of those family run businesses, that didn’t get a lot of hustle-bustle. Quiet and peaceful.

“I know I said Fun City Pizza, but today is chowder day and I don’t think I could pass it up.” he grinned.

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Ocha – Nov 12, 2008 at 2:53 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]
Looking at Aidan in surprise, Sasha then looked over at the cafe. She didn’t even realize they hadn’t gotten on the right street to go the the pizza parlor she’d just followed Aidan. Boy was she out of it!

“You’re fickle,” she told him with a wane smile. Aidan was trying to be sneaky, and the worse part was it worked. How could she not appreciate him seeing that she wasn’t herself and changing plans accordingly. Sasha wasn’t completely heartless after all.

They walked inside the cafe, a door chime letting the owners know that customers had come in. “Please take any seat,” a busty middle aged woman told them in a pleasant voice. Sasha nodded her thanks to the woman and followed Aidan to a window seat.

The red head witch was a bit lost in thought. This didn’t seem like a normal cold. After all she hadn’t screwed up a spell like that, well she couldn’t recall. Sure she’d done some odd things when learning and even still if she tried something she’d never done before she only had a vague idea what the results would be. But for a spell to just backfire and not even a real spell but simple magic! Then there was Kendal, what was that all about using her powers all of the sudden and it not being life and death? Kendal hadn’t even noticed she’d done it too if Sasha was half right. All these thoughts were chasing themselves in her head instead of her picking up her menu.
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Divinatas – Dec 2, 2008 at 11:17 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan Mac[/b]

Sitting down and getting comfortable at the table, Aidan plucked out a couple of the paper napkins while Sasha was lost in thought. He folded the napkins in a few shapes and came out with a couple of origami creatures. …They didn’t look very pretty, but at least you could tell what he was going for. Aidan set them up in the center of the table.

“Hey there, cuties! Here’s your menus. Today’s special is the Clam Chowder or the Brocolli and Cheese Chowder. What can I get you sweeties to drink?” said the waitress most cheerfully, handing them both a menu before pulling out her pad.

Aidan smiled back! “You know, I think I’ll have that Clam Chowder and a Coke.” he nudged Sasha’s leg gently with his foot from under the table to catch her attention. She really was spaced out today!

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Ocha – Dec 3, 2008 at 11:04 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]
Sasha looked at Aidan startled, then noticed the waitress. Did she say something about chowder? She shouldn’t duadle. “I’ll… I’ll get what he’s getting. And tea, that would be nice.”

Before the waitress could make more commentary, a group of women walked into the cafe. “Look it’s Aidan!”

“Aidan we listened to your show!”

“We listen everyday.”

“And we’ll all be at the benefit.”

Sasha leaned over and whispered to Aidan, “Don’t you wish your annoying fangirls would just disappear for one day?” She sorta felt better saying it. Like a weight was lifted off her heart. Then the next moment she had a wave of exhaustion. It reminded her of when she had just done a complex spellcasting.

The three women were gone, and they were not the only ones in town.
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Divinatas – Dec 7, 2008 at 10:50 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan Mac[/b]

Aidan was smiling his usual ‘Radio DJ’ smile as he leaned to reply to Sasha. “Some… times?” His reply trailed off as the ladies just seemed to… vanish! Well, that was one way to take care of unwanted interruptions!

Now, Aidan, he pretended not to see a lot, but there were just some cases where he was more than a little bit concerned. Sasha could do some pretty nifty things, but she was usually [i]aware[/i] when she did them. This most certainly was not on purpose!

With the waitress gone to get their orders, Aidan reached across the table to take one of Sasha’s hands. “Alright now, fess up. You’re not exactly yourself today. Are you sure you’re okay?”

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Ocha – Dec 8, 2008 at 1:42 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]
There wasn’t any reason to even pretend. Sasha knew she had screwed up, and badly, worse yet was she couldn’t even fathom how! “I… I don’t know. I’ve been feeling a bit off all day, but…”

The redhead looked up at Aidan, then looked down at their hands. “I wish Blair was still around. She was really good at this sort of thing. Best way to fix something was to know how it could fall apart. That’s what she would say. She learned the hard way sometimes but she was good. Real good.” Sasha rarely brought of Blair to anyone, the death of her eldest sister was still a sore spot and it still wasn’t all that long ago that it happened.

“I can’t call Mom, she never got past the basics. Grandma and Grandpa are no where that I can reach them easily.” There were ways, but Sasha was thinking it unwise to use those more extraordinary ways of communication.

“Kendal, I should call Kendal.” If not to find an answer at least to warn her sister.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jan 22, 2009 at 7:50 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

Aidan nodded, listening to her explain. She rambled a bit, which was all the more evidence that she wasn’t quite herself. Rubbing her hands (they were cold!) he gave it a little thought.

“Call Kendal and lets eat first. Some food in your stomach might do you some good. Then I can take you home and we’ll see what we can do.” he replied. It was good sensible logic. Aidan was concerned, but aside from a few odd spells and not looking so good it seemed a lot like cold symptoms. Colds could be relieved!

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Ocha – Jan 22, 2009 at 8:56 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

With a nod of her head, Sasha took back her hand. She didn’t have her jacket with her, and she was realizing she didn’t even have her purse. It was all at the shop. Granted if she asked Aidan wasn’t going to say no to paying. She half expected he would be happy about it. So it was once more that she didn’t have her cell phone. This was actually starting to become an annoying habit.

She quickly mentioned the lack of purse and phone, but not about paying for lunch, so that Aidan would let her use his phone. Calling her sisters actually cell number, it was a miracle she remembered it, she waited for Kendal to pick up. “Uh, hey sis. How you feeling?”
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Divinatas – Jan 22, 2009 at 9:31 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21][b]Kendal[/b]

“Hey gorgeous!” It might have taken a moment to double check that the number dialed was the correct one. Kendal’s voice was far too cheerful and there was the loud booming of fast music in the background. “I’m doing great! Ever since this morning, it’s just been my day!” There was a bit of laughter from Kendal followed by some soft talking as she moved the phone away from from her mouth.

“Did you know that vampires like nightclubs so much, they’ve even got some underground? Literally. Underground. Oh, hey… Is something wrong?”

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Ocha – Jan 22, 2009 at 9:40 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

Indeed Sasha did move the phone away for a moment and looked at it in utter disbelief. Not only was Kendal going to be useless in helping her, but she was obviously suffering some sort of problem. It had to be related to all the problems Sasha was having with magic, but she couldn’t even begin to imagine how.

“Just a little off today,” Sasha finally responded putting the phone back to her ear. “Kendal, do me a favor. When you’re done there come back to the manor, okay? I’m eating with Aidan and then he’s taking me back. If you need me, call his phone. You got that?”

One thing was sure, Sasha wasn’t in much condition to rescue her sister if the need arose, but if Kendal could just come home on her own, maybe Sasha could keep an eye on her till this was figured out.
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Divinatas – Feb 1, 2009 at 4:57 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21][b]Kendal[/b]

“Right, home. No problem! I’m just going to slay some vampires and I’ll swing by, okay?” There was the sounds of Kendal’s voice softer as she hung up the phone “Oh c’mon guys, it was just a joke!” BLEEP~!

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

Aidan didn’t mean to listen in on the conversation, but it was hard not to hear that chipper tone of Kendal’s. It was out of character, and Sasha seemed to be feeling the same when she passed his phone back to him with a slightly weirded out expression.

“Ah… Don’t worry too much. Kendal can take care of herself. But, if you like we can call someone up to go check on her…”

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Ocha – Feb 1, 2009 at 3:13 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

Aidan was a genius! Okay so it was sort of obvious, but Sasha was really grateful he was here right now to point out those obvious suggestions. The waitress had returned with their chowder and drinks and Sasha took her cup of tea in both hands and sipped it. Heaven.

“I think I’ll just text Dane, that way we can enjoy lunch.” In fact, Sasha really didn’t want to talk to another person right now. If she called him, there was a chance that Skipster he’d want to know what was wrong with her. She rather he just concentrated on Kendal.

With a text sent to her favorite cop on the island, Sasha could concentrate on her lunch, which was tasty, but most importantly was warm. After lunch she’d have to have Aidan swing her by the store to pick up her things, then she could go home.[/dashed]

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Diocha] Once upon a time there was a bird

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Title: Once upon a time, there was a bird…
Number: 57
Date: Jun 9, 2008 at 10:52 PM
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Divinatas – Jun 9, 2008 at 10:52 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173]Paige

Happily ever after her malnourished, freezing behind. [i]True love conquers all![/i] they say. [i]Dreams really do come true![/i] For what, 2 percent of the entire Novaria population?

Paige was admittedly bitter.

Not everyone could say they were kidnapped by a witch and turned in to a bird, forced to sing pretty. While she cackled and tormented poor suitors coming to save their imprisoned fiances. Sure, lots of men came to try and save their girlfriends and met their doom. While other men tried and failed, running back home with their tails between their legs mourning their lost loves. One day a boy managed to kill the rotten old witch and the spell was broken! All of the girls were free to go home to their men!

Of course, HER man had married someone else. Her parents sold their land and moved out to Florence assuming she was a goner, and not a single person in town would offer her a job. How nice of them.

Now here she was sitting on a street corner while it was snowing cats and dogs in a patchwork dress, fingerless gloves, and playing a lute. And singing. Still. Years of imprisonment in a birdcage singing for a crotchety old witch, and now she was out in the cold singing for enough coppers to have enough for dinner tonight.

She hoped that happy couple… grew bald and fat!

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Ocha – Jun 9, 2008 at 11:33 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117]
[b]Prince Hans Hendrick Hinckley Horatio Hubert of Hynes[/b]

A curse was a horrible thing to live with. All because you fell in love with a pure maiden who was the daughter of a jealous and powerful enchanter. Surely though, their combined love could overcome any obstacle. No challenge for the pursuit of happiness could be too much.

He could have mended his broken heart when she ran off with the wizard once beyond the lands of her forefathers. He might have even gathered up his courage and returned home and admitted he could not find love for marriage and settle for a formal marriage of state. Yet he had not had a chance to sleep on it.

“I didn’t think there were any song birds this time of year,” Hans looked around, there were none on the roofs or in the trees. Perhaps he was imaging it. It was after all too cold for any creature with sense being out.

Must have been why he hadn’t found a warm fire yet. [/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 9, 2008 at 11:44 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173]Paige

Her fingers slipped on the strings of her lute at the sudden comment. Paige turned her head to scowl ferociously at whomever it was dumb enough to compare her to a songbird. Not that singing as pretty as the birds would be an insult, but she about had her fill of birds. A stranger, probably a penniless traveler. So much for making a few coin tonight. No one was fool enough to be out on the streets in all this snow, and the one that was didn’t seem to be worth very much.

Paige decided it was fine to go to bed without dinner just to get out of the cold. She stood slowly, grimacing at the stiffness in her joints, and slung the lute over her shoulder. She scooped up her hat from the ground with it’s measly days contents and stuffed it quickly in to her pocket.

“It’s called snow, and it doesn’t stop, so you might as well stop staring up at the sky like an idiot.”

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Ocha – Jun 9, 2008 at 11:56 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117]
[b]Hans[/b]

Looking at the young woman, a lute across her shoulders, Hans realized he had made a mistake. It was not the first since he woke up last. No song bird but the strings of the maiden’s instrument.

“No? Well it is better snow fall I guess than it would be if this was the small bits left from an army of fairies that challenged an old senile dragon.” He then gave her a courtly bow. “I might disagree with you however on the fact of it not snowing. Less this town has newly been invaded by some icy elemental? In which case waiting for Spring would be most pointless.”

He was chatty. He did not like being so chatty. He liked conversations with meaning, but he knew he could ramble when he wasn’t alert.

“Spring though of course is a time of rebirth. Not unlike the phoenix.”

Oh damn it, he’s still talking. He really needed to quit before the poor woman fled in fear for her life.

“But I haven’t introduced myself yet. Please call me Hans.” [/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 10, 2008 at 12:04 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173]Paige

“What the hell are you talking about?” Paige blinked as he rambled on about faeries, then about snow, then about spring, dragons, and… well she couldn’t make sense of it. It all sounded like nonsense.

Paige considered walking away and leaving him talking, but then he had to introduce himself. With her luck, if she were rude, he might end up being some sprite out to cast vengeance on the wicked. It wasn’t all that funny to think about, she’s met at least three people in this town alone to be cursed just for not saying hello to a stranger.

“My name is Paige.” There. She said her name. Now she was backing up slowly, aiming to ease herself out of trouble before anything started.

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Ocha – Jun 10, 2008 at 12:25 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117]
[b]Hans[/b]

“Very pleased to meet you Paige. Might I be correct in assuming you are heading to your home? A warm fire awaiting you with wonderful tasting food.”

Uh-oh he was starting to ramble again. He’d better get to the point. “Might I escort you to your destination?”

Actually he wanted to find an inn. A place to get some food would be nice too. He had to be careful about how much money he spent. It was cold and wet out though and there was a chance he could do some odd jobs to make money for a while. Hans would rather not have to dip into his reserves if he didn’t have to. It was much better for people to think he was near broke.

“Your music was very nice by the way.” [/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 10, 2008 at 12:37 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173]Paige

Paige crossed her arms and eyed him skeptically. Interested in a warm fire and tasty food, then offering her a walk home. Was he going to rob her or something? Trying to placate her with compliments wasn’t going to work either. She figured out his game.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don’t have a fire, food, or a home for that matter. So if you were thinking of primping me with more pretty words and then making off with my valuables, you’re going to be disappointed.”

“Of course, if you’re not..” she stated, once she realized he was probably too dense to even thinking about robbing someone, “There’s an Inn right down the street. I was going there anywhere for a drink and I might as well show you.”

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Ocha – Jun 10, 2008 at 9:05 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

She thought him a common thief? How depressing. Like his life wasn’t awful enough as it was right now. To be mistaken for someone that would rob a poor bard, it was down right insulting.

“You are but a blessing, and angel to offer me this. I would indeed like to seek out an inn.” It was best to be polite if nothing. He then held out his arm to her. “Please, lead the way dear maiden.”

The wind was starting to pick up as night descended upon the town. It wasn’t a bad place. Long rows of well kept shops, with the homes of the shop keepers up top. Further down there was the small cottage homes of other workers and beyond that the farms of those that did not live in town.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 10, 2008 at 11:00 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Who did he think he was anyway, a prince? Paige rolled her eyes, with no intentions of taking his arm. Instead she handed him her bag, which was a hodgepodge of colorful patches and a lot more heavier then it looked. After all, it contained all the possessions she had.

Paige was at least considerate enough not to stalk off and leave him trailing behind her. She walked beside him down the snowy sidewalk, having to stuff her hands in to her pockets to shield from the wind. Maybe she’d spare a few coin for a pair of gloves that actually had fingers if this awful weather was going to keep up.

She stopped at the Poison Apple Inn and slipped inside. Chosen because it was the only place in town that had cheap drinks and didn’t care if you spent all night sleeping at one of their tables so long as you bought one. Paige didn’t have to ask for her order, the barkeep passed her a mug of his hot cider as she dropped one of her copper coins in his hands. Once she had her drink in hand, she confiscated her bag back from Hans the Wanderer.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s passed my bedtime.” Paige gave him a ridiculous little bow, seeing as one hand held a mug and the other her bag, before she wandered off to her favorite dark corner to make herself comfortable.

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Ocha – Jun 10, 2008 at 11:49 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

Lovely he’d been demoted to porter. He understood why she was playing on a street corner despite her talents. Her attitude was too much to bare. It didn’t matter, they were in an inn now. He followed her example on producing a coin to get a drink and was not sorry to see her leave for some less noticeable corner. If she wanted to be an antisocial lush it wasn’t any of his business.

Hans for his part took his cider and politely inquired about a seat where some older men were talking. They looked him up and down but finally shrugged not caring if he stayed or not. That was perfect. He didn’t want to be in their conversation, just listen. It was very relaxing to listen to old people talk.

The old men were talking about the harvest they just had, their children, traders and craftsmen in the area, and all those things that villagers talk about. That is until the door opened to a large man. “Where’s the Muffin Man! Yeah the Muffin Man. Where is that wife stealer. I know he’s here.”
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 12:23 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

“The one that lives on Drury Lane?” someone from the bar asked. A couple others replied “Yeah, I know the Muffin Man.” and others goin’ on about “That wife stealing jerk.”

Finally a big burly man at one of the tables stood up and pointed a finger at the intruder. “I ain’t stole nobody’s wife! If ya pleased yer women, they wouldn’t be over at my bakery gettin’ their buns baked!”

That, of course, was the final straw for the man at the door, he pulled a short twisted stick out of his back pocket and aimed! Suddenly the whole room was in an uproar! “Lookout! He’s got a wand!” It was all anyone needed to jump out of their chairs and start charging at the wand holder, though some thought it was a better idea to go after that Muffin Man. It was a crazy display of drunken townsmen.

Paige wasn’t paying much attention to that Muffin Man nonsense, at least not until someone mentioned ‘wand’, then she thought it would be a good idea to get up and escape before any curses were slung around all willy-nilly. To her misfortune as soon as she was standing someone crashed in to her from behind, making her sling the last of her cider right in to some cranky looking brute’s face.

“You dirty wench! I’ll get you for that!” he slung his chair back and snagged her by the coat before she could run off!

“I didn’t do that on purpose!” she howled, not really seeing anything else to do but crash the mug over his head. Sadly, it didn’t do much beyond making him madder!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 2:38 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

“Wand?” The hell with having a warm place to stay for a few hours, Hans had no intention of being anywhere near some village idiot with a wand. Who knew what could happen. The whole bar could be turned into a room full of swine. Wouldn’t that just be lovely? Then they’d be hunted down by these men’s children for dinner since ‘Daddy’ disappeared. Oh no, Hans was not going to be in that mess.

The door was out of the question since the wand wielder was there. The window was always a last resort. The best path was to the kitchen. He was almost there when some drunk grabbed his arm, muttering something about wife stealers, and tried to punch him. Hans had no intention of getting into a bar fight, but he ducked and punched the man in the gut just to end it quickly. He had to shake the man off his arm, his grip, he’d give the drunk, was good.

The whole thing did not take much time at all, but it did get him all turned around and he ended up bumping into someone. Hans muttered an apology and was about to step in the direction of the kitchen again when he heard a woman’s voice next to him.

It had to be one of the bar maids. Hans couldn’t just ignore the fact that she was in trouble. Turning he grabbed the wrist of the man who was about to pound on the poor woman. The momentum was just right, for the man was not stable on his feet and Hans was able to cause him to fall backwards. Right onto a chair the was already turned over. “That had to hurt. Are you alright mi- YOU!” He stared at Paige in disbelief. He’d just saved that cheeky bard!
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 5:50 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Paige was more concerned with other things to be offended at the stranger’s horror of coming to her rescue. She snatched up her bag from the floor, and as an after though had snagged Hans’ arm to pull him towards the kitchen. It would be a clean escape!

But a blast of wandfire wizzed past them splattering on the kitchen door. Paige slid to a sudden halt as the wooden panel shifted and came alive, forming first a face, then a pair of arms and legs… It had shifted in to an angry wood troll!

Paige fumbled in her pockets for something useful finally pulling out and pointing… a fork! She eyed the fork with a grimance and the wood troll eyed the fork with malice.

This was exactly why wands were trouble!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 7:14 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

A fork? They were suppose to fight with a fork? Against a wood troll?

Actually Hans had worse odds in the past.

Snatching the fork out of Paige’s hand he threw the fork right at one of the trolls eye. It howled with pain, which was fine with Hans. Meant that the creation was being distracted. With Paige still holding on to his arm, though he tucked it in so she wasn’t about to be separated from him, he ducked under the trolls legs so that the two of them were now in the safety in the kitchen.

Or so Hans thought.

The kitchen was light with the light of a hundred candles, though from the brief look Hans gave the room there were only a few. The extra lighting wasn’t what set the prince on edge however. It was the fact that the dishes and cutlery with moving. No, not just moving, dancing. Dancing and singing!
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 7:32 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Now Paige knew why the barkeep had such cheap drink and meals. All his work was being done by theater dishes! She groaned, deciding it was better not to waste time staring, questioning, or catching attention. Paige tugged Hans through the kitchen, having to duck acrobatic dishware, flying utensils, and jump over parading pots and pans.

Pushing out through the back door in to the snowy night was a relief! Free from the madness! Paige stopped short, finding they were now face to face with… well, she wasn’t quite sure what he was. With the body of the man and the head of a big blobby thing, he looked sort of odd. Worse, he was standing there with arms crossed and purposeful in that horrible ominous way suggesting he wasn’t just some random goonie taking a stroll behind the bar.

…Paige wasn’t going to ask his business! Instead, she took off running down the back street pulling Hans behind her! Unfortunately, the goonie was giving chase!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 8:56 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

As they ran, Hans couldn’t help but ask, “Friend of yours?”

It was perhaps not the nicest thing to ask, but he did want to know if this was just a random encounter or someone that had been looking for Paige. As they ran, Hans found he had to be careful of his footing. Snow on cobble stone was bad, especially if many others had been down these paths and the snow had melted and refroze.

They had just turned a corner when they saw a pair of horses that for some reason were not secured to a post or anything. They were just passively standing there. It was not only strange but suspicious. Who cared though!
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:19 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

“No one is friends with goons!” she shouted back at him, seriously alarmed at the thought that it could be chasing after her, and not the crazy stranger like she had been hoping!

They were being blessed with unmarked horses for an easy escape!

…A horrible overwhelming feeling of dread decided to sit in her empty stomach and growl it’s protest. Goons and free horses. It was sounding a whole lot like a story, that she really didn’t want to be in. But the goonie was right there, and had nearly grabbed them both as it caught up to them. Paige, didn’t think twice as she scrambled for the horse, hooking her patchwork bag on to the saddlehorn and dragging herself up on to the saddle.

Paige only hesitated long enough to wait for Hans to get the other horse before it was time to flee. Guiltily is was more of a hope that he’d get eaten first if the goonie managed to catch up with them!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:33 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

They road at a gallop, through the village square and past the wooden signed that welcomed people to Golden Pond. If there had been a pond that was made of gold, Hans never noticed it while he was there.

They made good time, though it was cold progress with both the wet snow and the wind. Hans looked back once they past the last house and at first he saw nothing and thought they where in the clear. Then however he saw something that looked like pink lightening come from somewhere in the village, it was crackling up into the night sky and out every which way.

One of the bolts in fact was coming in their general direction and Hans reigned his horse over so that it pushed Paige’s horse off the road, hence they missed being hit by the bolt. Hans hoped it had come from the crazed baker hater and not the goon that was chasing them.

In either case the pink spark hit something, and that something was groaning.
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:43 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

She was freezing, so freezing that her fingers were practically stuck around the horse’s reigns and she was much too cold to open her mouth and complain, for she might end up with it frozen open!

Paige pulled her horse to a stop at the groaning up ahead. That bolt of pink lightening seem to have hit a talking mountain. Wait, it was no mountain but one of those Boulder Beasts! It had been sleeping right there in the middle of the road, blocking the travel path, and seemed to get an unfriendly wakeup zap. Luckily for it, pink lightning hardly had any effect on rocks.

Not so lucky for them, there was no way around it unless they trekked off in to the forest, and she was painfully wary of forests. Especially of forests at night, when it was snowing heavy and you couldn’t see farther than a few feet ahead of you.

Stiffly, Paige started digging in her bag. There had to be something useful in there somewhere!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:52 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

They were trapped. There was a goon behind them and he doubted it would stop just because they got up on horseback. The only thing to do was to get enough distance between them, or kill it. Hans wasn’t exactly squeamish about killing monsters, but unless he had no choice he rather not risk his life over it.

Paige was looking in her bag, for the blue fairy only knew what. That meant Hans needed to make a decision. Or so he thought.

Paige’s horse whinnied at his, and the next thing he knew they were headed in the woods. Hans wasn’t sure this was a good plan and was about to reign in his horse then he realized that both horses were white. He didn’t want to reach over and see if he felt something on it’s forehead. No, Hans did not want to know if he was rescued by a magical being, he just wanted off!
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 10:02 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

“Not the forest…!” Paige squeaked! Her protests fell on deaf ears, as not even her tugging and pulling on the reigns would make those horses turn around and go back the other way. They well deep in to the forest, where the snow mounds were several feet high and the trees were so thick you couldn’t even look up at the sky.

Near an impossibly large oak, the horse reared back unceremoniously dumping Paige off it’s back in to a large mound of snow and her bag landing on top of her. It shook it’s pure white head, stamped it’s hoof on the ground with a snort and Paige was rather sure the beast was laughing as it trotted away to disappear beyond the trees!

Paige was muttered all sorts of wicked things about unicorns as she furiously crawled out of the snow mound.

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 10:55 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

Hans was still a little bit in disbelief that he was in his situation. “Well you do have a lovely trot, I must say sir… er ma’am… er would ‘Your Majesticness’ work?”

Perhaps it was his endless politeness, or maybe the creature thought he was insane, in either case when they arrived at the grand oak, Hans was not uncerimoniously dumped on the ground, but allowed to dismount. Once on the snowy forrest floor the ‘horse’ shook it’s impressive mane at Hans and ran off after it’s fellow.

“Welcome great heros.”

Hans was sure that the voice was very much mistaken!
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 11:16 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Paige was trying to shake the snow out of her skirt when she paused at the voice. She glanced around warily, but upon seeing nothing dangerous, she quickly snatched up her bag and made a beeline to follow the tracks back towards the street. But her path was suddenly blocked by a large tree root that lifted itself up out of the ground.

“The forest is filled with untold dangers.” said the voice. It was booming but still held a strange gentle quality to it. “Rest this evening inside my trunk, so that you may rest before your long journey.” It didn’t leave much room for refusal… especially when a door appeared on the trunk of the oak. It swung open to reveal a grand looking room, even complete with a burning fireplace!

Dangerous frozen forest… or a warm magical tree. Paige really did have to think on it for a moment. All of this was going to lead to nothing but trouble, but she was so cold at the moment, that anything would be better than spending the night in the snow!

She pointed an icy finger at the tree. “You first…?”

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 11:25 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

“Okay,” Hans said with a shrug, but then he got by her before going in he whispered, “If this thing eats me, I’m haunting you.” Then with a smile Hans strolled into the tree.

There was no strange lurch in space, no blurring of vision. The inside of the tree was exactly what it appeared to be on the inside. Why there was a fire in a tree Hans didn’t know, but it didn’t matter at the moment, he was stuck here till morning so he might as well make himself comfortable. There was only one bed, but that wasn’t a problem, Paige could sleep in it.

Sitting in a chair, Hans set his sword belt against the stone of the fireplace and proceed to take off his boots. His toes were cold and he planned on warming up as much as possible. “Too bad there’s no food.”
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 11:50 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Satisfied that he wasn’t getting swallowed by the tree and unconcerned about his haunting threat, Paige stepped carefully through the door.

The door the slammed itself shut and disappeared!

Oh, she really really hoped this wasn’t going to be some sort of prison for the next one hundred years! Paige left her bag and shuffled to the fireplace, where she promptly dropped on her knees and held her poor fingers out towards the flames. Wonderful heavenly heat! Maybe she won’t have any frostbite damage and have to play her lute with her teeth.

At the mention of food a little door appeared on the floor next to Paige. Not to skeptical to prevent curiosity, Paige lift it open. Inside was a tray covered with more food than she had seen in a long time! Steaming bowls of soup, warm rolls, cookies and milk. For the first time Paige smiled as she lift out the tray and set it down, closing the trap door.

“I officially change my whole opinion of this tree!”

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Ocha – Jun 12, 2008 at 12:02 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

However skeptical Hans might have been about the whole thing, he couldn’t escape the allure the smell of the food had on him. His stomach would never forgive him if he did not partake of the feast before his eyes and it made a large rumbling sound so he was sure to know this too.

“I do hope it taste as good as it smells,” he said as he reached over for a bowl of soup and took a sip of the broth. It was in fact even better than if smelt by some way or another. Hans was quiet for a long while before he spoke again, he was enjoying his dinner far too much.

“You may call me Hans by the way miss,” he said by way of introduction.
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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 12:26 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Paige was doing an excellent job of using her manners and not scarfing down the food like a ravenous dog. She made a peculiar face at his introduction as she took a bite of her roll. Didn’t he remember they went through that already? Chewing slowly, she took that under to consideration. In this sort of world, things like that weren’t usually forgetful slips of the mind.

“You already told me that. I’m Paige, remember?” She hoped he wasn’t memory-cursed. That would get real frustrating real fast. But, considering they were going to be there all night and that he [i]did[/i] help get them out of that bar brawl, she decided to be more friendly.

“I didn’t really thank you before for stopping that idiot from clobbering me. So thank you.”

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Ocha – Jun 12, 2008 at 12:33 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

The exhaustion was getting to him. “You did introduce yourself. I’m sorry, it’s been such a long day. And you are quite welcome. He seemed quite angry, and very drunk so I’m just thankful I was able to help when I did.”

Hans stretched out some now enjoying a cookie. “Is there any chance you know what has happened here? I feel like I’ve been swept up into something since I met you, and while I’m sure you’re a very lovely young woman to know…” Hans wasn’t sure how to finish his statement without it sounding insincere or insulting. Neither of which he wanted to be.
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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 12:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Paige raised an eyebrow. That sounded to her a lot like blaming her for the entire situation. “I was having a very uneventful day until you came along. The bar brawl was pretty normal, but a Goonie and Unicorns is an entirely different thing.”

Saving her cookie for nibbling later, she was pulling off her gloves, her jacket, her shoes, and her holy socks! It was so nice to get all of those extra layers off! She sniffed her sweater sleeve and frowned. What she needed was a bath and her clothes washed. She had been like this for weeks without any proper water, and if the tree was going to be helpful…

Tapping her fingers together as innocently as possible she glanced up at the tree. “I’d give anything for a bath. Even just a small one?” Paige was very happily rewarded when a wall spun around revealing a screen and a bath tub of hot steaming water behind it! A very happy cry of delight as she grabbed all her clothes and drug the, with her behind the screen.

“…of course if this is all your fault, I think I could forgive you!”

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Ocha – Jun 12, 2008 at 12:59 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

At least he hadn’t horribly insulted her. Hans stood up to move the chair so his back was to the screened off bath. “If it is my fault I will still ask for your forgiveness, though for the life of me I’m not sure how I did this if that is the case.”

Did that make sense? He wasn’t sure, but he figured she seemed bright enough to have understood the jits of it. Hans continued nibbling on his cookie. “Might I ask though if anything, unusual, has happened to you before? This might not be either of our faults, but it’s good to know what we’re working with.”
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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 1:13 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

It took her a moment to decide whether or not she was going to wash her clothes and then take a bath or take a bath and then wash her clothes. She decided a bath would be better if it were fresh, so she was quickly out of her clothes and in the tub with a sloshy splash!

She barely caught half of his yammering as she ducked her whole head under water. It sounded like he still thought it was her doing, and she considering throwing a bar of soap over the screen.

“As a matter of fact, once a witch turned me in a bird and made me sing for my supper. Now I’m human again and there’s not much difference.” She tried not to sound so bitter about it, but failed. “It’d be nice to say I was rescued, but I wasn’t. Some other girl was, and as a result all the rest of us birds were free. I think I might prefer being a bird now.”

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Ocha – Jun 12, 2008 at 1:18 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

There was a dry chuckle from where Hans sat in his chair. It lacked amusement. “A curse. I can understand the sentiment, but I’m sure being free of the curse is much better than how things are now. I doubt though a formerly cursed girl is something tempting though. Less of course someone fancies you for yourself, then they’re going to odd means to see you.”

Hans was honest enough with himself to be jealous, the girl was free, even if it was not by the means she wished. “Do you forgive him?” Hans was a bit surprised with his question, but knew he wanted the honest answer. Honesty was something that had been lacking in his conversations with people lately.
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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 1:33 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

“How would you know there’s a ‘him’?” Paige replied sourly, sinking low in to the tub water until it reached her chin. Why did she even tell him anyway? Not that anyone else had ever asked. Most people don’t bother chatting long with a homeless bard, and she didn’t exactly make it easy for them either. It was just better that way.

“As a matter of fact, I don’t. When a guy says he loves you, and will do anything for you, and will never love another person…they’re suppose to mean it! Other boys at least tried to save their girls, but you know what he did? He just went back home and married someone else! A week later!” There was an angry splash behind the screen as she smacked the water.

“So he and his wife can.. can… Have mutant babies for all I care.”

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Ocha – Jun 12, 2008 at 1:43 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

A more authentic laugh came from where Hans was sitting. “Who knows, perhaps not sticking through thick and thin for your cursed love has consequences. I certain hope that is the case. Though I don’t know if I’d wish for mutant babies. Might end up meeting them later in life.”

Hans ideally wondered how long it would be before his so called love would give birth to her first spawn. With the type of husband she had, it was too much to hope that it would be a long labor. Hans sighed, he sometimes wished he could forget ever meeting her.

“I will wish for you however that the next man will be a true love that will stand by you through all the hardships of life. It’s obviously the least that you are owed.”
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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 2:10 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

He was being surprisingly kind. Not that she knew what sort of personality he had at all besides being weird, but she hadn’t heard [i]anyone[/i] really say something nice or supportive to her since… well, since before that curse!

Paige flicked at her soapy water, silent for a few moments. “Thank you. I really appreciate that.” She moved and rest her arms on the tub basin while she plucked things out of her clothing pockets to prepare them for washing. “Now that you know my fabled story, are you hiding anything I need to know about? I don’t want to be be cursed by association, after all.”

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Ocha – Jun 12, 2008 at 2:20 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

“No, you don’t have to worry about being cursed by association,” Hans sighed and was silent for a moment. “I have paid the price well enough that nothing more is needed.”

Realizing that his cookie was now gone, he wiped his hands on the cloth napkin. The act of doing so took him back in his memories. “I haven’t slept since the day her mother found out I was courting her.”

Poems, flowers, risky rides at night to be by her window. All of that, and for what, some cheep memories he wish to bury and the lose of dreams. It was a horrible price to pay, but he doubted anyone could see being unable to sleep as a curse.
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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 6:49 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

It didn’t occur to Paige that he meant literately couldn’t sleep. She was more interested in the fact here was another person with a tragic love life in the land where all anyone ever talks about is True Loves and Happily Ever Afters! What a crock!

Pulling her dirty clothes in to the bath water, she was furiously scrubbing them down with a bar of soap. “Frankly, I think you’re better off anyway! How many couples are really all that happy after they get married? The Mister gets fat and drinks too, the Miss nags him to death, and their children count the days until the put them away in an old folks home.”

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Ocha – Jun 12, 2008 at 7:58 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

“I have met the lucky ones. The ones that truly are happy ever after. They work for it though. They know that love won is not so easily kept.” Those snide doting couples that knew they were perfect and rubbed it in everyone else’s face. Those people he didn’t like. Hans was forgetting about the modest, honest, humble couples that were content with who they were.

Hans looked up at the ceiling, wondering if a person could live a worthwhile life without dreams. Perhaps he’d be lucky and this stupid quest that the tree was plotting would be his doom. Hans was no hero and knew for certain that the unicorns had not picked up the right guy.
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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 10:08 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Paige remained silent as she finished scrubbing the dirt from her clothes. It’d be nice to wear some clean clothing again, but it would take forever for the darn things to dry. She jumped when a door popped open next to the tub revealing a small closet of fresh clothes.

“I love this tree…!” she muttered softly, pulling herself out of the tub. Paige draped her wet clothes over the screen so they could dry, and dried herself off with a readily available towel. Picking out the right thing to wear was the most difficult part. The tree provided everything from functional work clothes to fancy ball gowns. (Of which Paige wondered why one would have a ball in a tree.) For a traveling bard, though, she needed something attractive for performing, but travel durable for those long long days on the road!

Once dressed, Paige stepped out from behind the screen feeling very much like a new person. With her hair clean it looked like honey rather than a dull brown. She even modeled her clean clothes with a smile! A long thick green sweater with a neckline that fell just off the shoulders, and sleeves that ran all the way down to her knuckles. Complete with a thin little chain as a belt. She liked it for it looked pretty while still be warm and comfortable! Her skirt was just a simple warm brown with a good durable fabric. It didn’t have to look fancy, just be flexible enough for walking, running, or dare it happen – escaping from evil.

“Look at this!” She spun around in a circle! “I wish every tree was this nice!”

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Ocha – Jun 13, 2008 at 10:17 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

Hans was very much in mind to brood for the rest of the evening. He did not fault the bard for being happy about not only being clean but having clothing provided for her. He even half wondered if he should not bathe himself. It had been a while and he was no inclined to go without washing for prolonged periods of time. It wasn’t princely!

He was not prepared to be struck by the joy of hers as he turned to look at her as she showed off her new wears. It was too easy to get caught up in that simple joy and smile in return. She was also, Hans was willing to admit, easy on the eyes.

“You do look very comfortable m’lady bard. I agree it would be nice to meet more trees like this.”
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Divinatas – Jun 13, 2008 at 10:28 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Prancing was just not something a girl like Paige did. But after having a good meal, a hot bath, and fresh new clothes… it didn’t hurt to prance a little. She pranced herself right to bed, where she fell backwards on to the covers and sighed that rare happy sigh.

“There’s going to be awful consequences for all this, I just know it.” she muttered sleepily. “I think for now, I’ll pretend I don’t.” With that simple statement it didn’t take Paige long at all to fall asleep.

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Ocha – Jun 13, 2008 at 10:51 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

Oh how he envied Paige and the ease that it took for her to sleep. Hans was quiet for a while, less he wake her after so soon going to sleep. Even if he envied her, he wouldn’t want her to wake up.

After a while though the prince made up his mind about bathing and changing into cleaner clothing. The tree as it had been for Paige was more then generous. He made sure to thank the tree and then he whittled the time away by, well actually whittling. As long as he didn’t carve the tree itself it didn’t seem to mind that he made little figurings out of wood. It was an enjoyable enough hobby and thus far nothing had came to life, which he was very much relieved.

As dawn broke, the tree provided them with breakfast. Hans figured he’d let Paige have a chance to wake up on her own, with the smell of the food leading her away from the land of dreams.

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Divinatas – Jun 13, 2008 at 11:03 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Usually waking up was easy for Paige. But, usually she’s sleeping on a bar bench, outside in an alley, or curled up in someone’s barn. Having a real bed for the first time in ages, and not likely to get another chance for one, Paige was reluctant to move.

It wasn’t until her stomach was complaining that Paige gave up her heavenly spot, rolled on to the floor and crawled to her spot on the floor to perch. She seemed to be moving on pure instinct alone until she had a warm cup of hot chocolate in her hand and had taken a few sips.

Curiously blinking, she plucked up a little wooden figure that was sitting on the tray. A cute little carved horse. “What’s this?” she muttered holding it out for Hans to see.

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Ocha – Jun 13, 2008 at 11:17 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

Even if he had not known she had been cursed as a bird, Hans would have noted her movement as very birdlike that morning. He smiled slightly to himself as he ate his breakfast until she was more herself.

Hans figured after she ate she’d want to do all those girly things to get ready for the day. He hoped the tree, or whoever owned the tree would allow them that much time. Hans doubted she had been able to have that much luxury of time in a long while.

“That? Just a horse. I think it was because of our wild ride last night.” He gave her a weak smile. “Did you sleep well Paige?”

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Divinatas – Jun 14, 2008 at 12:03 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

“It’s a cute little thing.” she set it down, so she could finish her breakfast. “I haven’t slept so deeply in months. I don’t think I even dreamed.” Paige was making sure to eat more than she thought she could hold, as it was likely to be the last good meal she was going to get.

Taking her time with girly things was exactly what she did once the last of her meal was gone, and a few snacks were stashed away in her patchwork bag. Toiletries, fixing her hair, putting on shoes, and folding her old cloths to put away in her bag. She had wistfully thought about staying in the tree forever, damned the consequences, but she figured the tree was bound to throw them out at some point. And no one wanted to see a tree get mad. She was sure they couldn’t stay when a nice warm coat dropped right out of the ceiling and landed on her head.

Paige pulled it on, when she spotted the horse again and snatched it up. No reason to leave that behind!

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Ocha – Jun 14, 2008 at 12:17 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

Hans spotted Paige pick up the little horse but didn’t say anything. He didn’t see much point in it. He could always make another one. Wondering how much use their new winter clothing would see, Hans squared his shoulders and walked to the door that hadn’t been there a few minutes before and back out into the woods.

Except, Hans was sure these were not the woods they were in last night. He couldn’t put his finger on it. They had arrived when it was dark and Hans was not from this area to know the woods so well. None the less he was sure that things were different now.

“Okay, it’s day light, so now what?” Hans looked around wondering who or what would answer.

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Divinatas – Jun 14, 2008 at 12:55 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Paige followed Hans outside, her face reflecting his thoughts about the location. It really didn’t look like the same place as last night.

The tree’s branches waved in the wind as it spoke suddenly. [i]’The only way to leave these woods is to take the bridge over yonder.'[/i] It’s branches tilted in the wind pointing the way.

So that was that! Paige turned back to the tree and graced it with a most sincere curtsy. “Thank you very much for your hospitality, Old Oak. I had a most pleasant evening, and won’t ever forget it!” If a tree could blush, it certainly did. Even it’s leaves quivered!

Paige waved to the tree once more before taking the lead in the correct direction. She was much better company, if at least for the moment. “I took your horse!” she announced, showing it too him, but pulling it away in case he tried to take it back. “I’m going to keep it. But, as I’m not a thief, I’ll pay for it with a song. You can make any request you want, or I can make something up. It’s your choice!”

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Ocha – Jun 14, 2008 at 11:38 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

“I was going to say I really didn’t care much about the horse, but I can’t pass up a trade like this.” Hans looked thoughtful for a moment. “How about you come up with the song. I’m sure your selection would be far better than anything I already know.”

They traveled the way they were directed, Hans noted that they seemed to be heading up hill. He also noted that they were not told anything more than how to leave. What was the point of getting them all the way out here if they could just merrily go about their business? It was suspicious. What’s more, there had been no critters, just the trees. More oddness in his mind.

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Divinatas – Jun 15, 2008 at 12:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

“In that case, I have the perfect tale for you.” She dropped the horse in to her pocket, and spun in a circle or two while she walked. Paige didn’t seem to notice the lack of animals or creatures for the moment, and was content on plotting her song.

“[i]Across the land and beyond the sea, there’s lady of prophecy! Twenty seven vision or twenty seven curse, with every passing quest it all gets worse! Seek the ones who fight no more, reunite the lovers scorned and with their help you’ll stop the war. The land might burn and the sea might boil, but the lady of lace saves us all, you’ll see![/i]”

Paige stopped suddenly, before they had reached the top of the hill to the other side. She was tilting her head and listening to something, and frowning. “But the tree said we needed to go this way.” she said out loud, apparently not talking to him. “Well a fat load of good that does us, if it’s the only way to leave!”

She turned back to Hans, looking miffed as she crossed her arms. “The birds are all in a tizzy. They say there’s danger on the bridge and we should go back.”

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Ocha – Jun 15, 2008 at 12:32 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

Of course she knew what the birds where saying. She use to be one of them. Hans hoped that he could actually be as calm about the idea as he looked right then. People shouldn’t understand birds after all.

“I’d still like to know what the problem is. If we go back, I don’t know if the trees will be as kind to us as they were last night.” He started walking quietly, being careful of his steps in the snow. “Are you any good at sneaking, or do you want to wait here. I’ll come right back.”

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Divinatas – Jun 15, 2008 at 9:43 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Paige gave it some consideration, and quickly decided that she didn’t want to be alone in the forest if there was going to be trouble. She followed behind Hans, keeping her mouthed closed and all her commenting to herself as they headed over the top of the hill to start down the other side.

Just at the bottom of the hill was the bridge reaching over a rather wide river that hadn’t completely frozen over from the cold. There didn’t seem to be anyone there. No danger, no monsters, just the fast running water and the silent bridge. It seemed the birds had been wrong about the bridge, until they were practically upon it!

[i]THWACK![/i] A big mallet was smashed down, just narrowly missing Hans’ feet! A troll had appeared, looking grisly and hungry. Eying them with black beady eyes. “None passes my bridge. Not no way, not no how. Try not, less ye be eaten alive.”

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Ocha – Jun 16, 2008 at 10:37 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

Where was that thing hiding? That was the thought in Hans’ mind. However he doubted he’d get an answer to his question. Instead he danced backward away from the mallet.

“Well we certainly don’t want to be eaten. Dead nor alive. Do you want to be eaten?” It was of course a nonsense question, but Hans wanted to delay things as long as he could. He now understood why a hero was needed, someone wanted to be rid of this troll so they could cross the bridge and in stead of just hiring someone to do the job, he and Paige got thrown out here.

Hans eyed the troll. It was not only huge and ugly, but it smelled sour too. It reminded him of milk that was allowed to sit in the sun.

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Divinatas – Jun 16, 2008 at 11:32 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

“One does not aim to be eaten, one does his job and goes about his business.” replied the troll, whom look just as uneager to be eaten as the rest of them. He still had his mallet ready to start swinging it at all.

Paige peeked out from behind Hans with a frown. “I don’t supposed you take bribes or payment for people wanting to get across the bridge, do you?”

The troll promptly snorted, having obviously heard such suggestions before. “No bribes, no payments, no begging, no passing. Only a task if ye dare.”

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Ocha – Jun 16, 2008 at 11:45 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

The mallet was big and the troll swung it with ease. There was little chance of making a run for it and making it over the other side of the bridge.

“Let’s say, just for the sake of argument we dare. Now will the task you are about to set to us benefit either you or us? Because if this is nothing more than a third party task I think we’re both being horribly taken advantaged of and you should rightly complain.”

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Divinatas – Jun 16, 2008 at 11:55 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

The troll leaned on his massive mallet, scratching his crusty chin as he gave Hans question some consideration. “Benefit to one for sure. For you shall cross over the Mountain of Manchester, to fetched the Blue Flower of Dreams, take it to the Hall of Miracles where you will present it to the pr-”

As the troll rambled on a rather impressive and annoyingly detailed to-do list for his task, Paige stepped out from behind Hans. Pulling her lute from her back she ease around behind the troll while he was distracted with instructions and promptly clubbed him over the head.

The troll crashed down on his knees, howling in pain has his hands covered his head! “Ouuwiiiee!! Why you go on and do that to oneself?! Oneself is only doing ones job and one is now bruised and battered!”

“One was talking too darn much! Who is actually going to have time for a task like that anyway? It’d take two years to finish it, and we’d have done crossed this river somewhere else! It doesn’t make any sense!” Paige shouted back, raising up her lute ready to hit him again if he were going to complain some more.

“Don’t hit one again! One will let you cross bridge if you don’t hit one again!”

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Ocha – Jun 17, 2008 at 12:02 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

Nothing more than a big bully. Hans was impressed with the way that Paige had taken care of the situation. He wouldn’t have considered trying to clobber then troll himself.

“Thank you very much,” Hans said in as sincere way as he could as he walked over to where Paige was to cross the bridge. He’d be glad to be over that cold, rushing, rocky, deep, water. Wow it was a long way down, wasn’t it? Certain death if you fell in!

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Divinatas – Jun 17, 2008 at 12:12 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

“If I find out you’re terrorizing more people, I’ll come clobber you again.” Paige threatened to the troll, who even whimpered and ducked when she shook her lute at him. Satisfied with a job well done, Paige returned her lute to her back and walked with Hans to cross the bridge.

“I guess the tree only needed any old person to come shout at him, not really a hero.” she said, shrugging. “We’re out of the forest, anyway, and I suppose that means I’ll say goodbye.”

“Yes! Goodbye, suckers!” shouted the troll once the pair had reached the middle of the bridge. He was waving a crooked hand right before he swung his mallet up in the air and slammed it on the ground. Suddenly, a trap door opened up from under Hans and Paige’s feet! They dropped down in to the icy cold water below!

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Ocha – Jun 17, 2008 at 12:21 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

“Suckers?” It was the last thing Hans said before he started screaming as the fell straight into the icy water below. Even though the river had not froze, it was much colder than freezing, it was just moving too quickly to freeze up yet.

Not only was their nice new heavy coats weighing both Paige and Hans down, Hans had another disadvantage. He could not swim. It was considered the past time of the peasantry and thus no one taught him as he was growing up. He gulped water, thrashed around, and then sank.

Thus is the story of Prince Hans, unlucky in love and unable to sleep.

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Divinatas – Jun 17, 2008 at 7:35 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Paige didn’t have time to scream! They were plunged in to the river like a couple of dumb chickens! She didn’t have any time to think about her stupid she was for falling for a trap like that. The river was washing them very quickly down stream and it was so hard to keep her head above water! She splashed around looking for Hans, just barely spotting his head sinking under the river.

Muttering an unlady-like curse Paige ducked in the water and dived. She snagged him by his and pulled for the surface! Drat it all if he weren’t heavy! Paige nearly sank with him as she struggled to swim against the current. Gasping for air as both their heads broke the surface, she hardly had time to curse his name before they toppled over the edge of a waterfall! A scream!

Then… THUD! They landed on something flat.. scaley. …A dragon turned it’s head to peer at the two humans that had landed on it’s back while it was trying to take it’s bath. “Do you mind?” it said crossly. “I was showering.”

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Ocha – Jun 20, 2008 at 5:46 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]

There was a lot of sputtering and coughing coming from the male human, but finally he was able to get enough water out of his lungs to stand. Hans was going to go back up to that bridge and push that troll off the bridge into the water. That would be right and justified. “Or fire,” Hans muttered before finally looking up at the dragon. They sure were big!

“Um, pardon the intrusion. It was indeed not our intention. You seem to have someone up stream that enjoys throwing people into your shower water. Might you be indulged to fly up that way and burn down his bridge. You would be doing yourself, as well as others a favor.”

Hans gave the dragon his most winning, princely smile. Stately was a bit beyond him at the moment since he was still looking like a drowned rat and his teeth were now starting to chatter due to the cold.

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 9:25 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

There was a low humming in the dragon’s throat as it thought about burning the bridge and it’s rewards for doing so. Shrugging it’s massive shoulders it must not have liked the thought of leaving it’s shower so soon, and returned to scrubbing it’s under arms with a round fluffy bush.

“I am much too busy to meddle in the affairs of humans and trolls.” it said. “If you would kindly get off my back.” The dragon flicked it’s tail around scooping up Paige and Hans and depositing them safe and sound (if not totally soaking wet) on the riverbank. “However, if you wanted to seek to stop a troll from guarding a bench, you might do well to stop the one that ordered him to do it.”

Paige supposed that was a roundabout way to say the dragon knew the troll’s boss. “By all means, who ordered him to do it?” she replied, busily squeezing water out of her coat.

“Down this river and by another bridge is an old mill. A wizard lives there with a goat.” The dragon tilted it’s long head down and snorted at them with a puff of hot steamy breath. Within moments their clothing and bodies were all dry. “Do not accept anything that he offers. He is the one to order the troll.”

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Ocha – Jun 22, 2008 at 6:19 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]
“Which one, the wizard or the goat?” It was a serious question. You never knew in this day and age.

The look the dragon gave Hans made him suspect this was not one of those odd cases though and he turned to look at Paige. “What do you think? If we don’t eat any cabbage from here to there, we’ll likely not turn into goats ourselves.”

Hans then paused, was he actually considering going after a wizard? With the only help being a homeless bard? Brute force would of course be out of the question. They’d have to be much more cunning than the wizard. Hans could be cunning at times, and he was in the mind for revenge.

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Divinatas – Jun 26, 2008 at 12:11 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Paige gave a resigned sigh. “Well I don’t see why not. The tree did us a favor, might as well do it a favor in return.” She didn’t look as convinced as she sounded, but what is a bard going to do?

Bidding the dragon goodbye with a curtsy, Paige started down the edge of the river, wary of magical traps, goats, or other trolls. “We’ll need a plan.” she mumbled. “Maybe if I offer to play him some music for a treat. You can sneak around and see why he’s ordering trolls to watch bridges? Or talk to the goat, if the goat even talks.”

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Ocha – Jul 11, 2008 at 1:25 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]
“Sounds like a good plan.”

Truth was it was barely a plan, but Hans wasn’t confident in his ability to make any plans currently. There was also the fact that it would be easier to figure out what to do when they were closer to where the wizard was.

It was with that minimal amount of thought that Hans looked up at the rockery and found the best way to start going back up. He didn’t want to be too close to the water since he figured it was only extreme luck that caused him to live this long. The last thing he wanted to do was go down the waterfall again.

The hike up was not pleasant. The rocks were slippery due to the spray from the waterfall and the freezing temperatures. If either of them missed their footing they might wish they were still in the water.
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Divinatas – Jul 15, 2008 at 7:11 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

Up the side of the rocks in a skirt, in the winter was the worse idea ever. But Paige had no time to complain, she was busy trying to not slip and get herself killed. When they finally made it back up to the top, she was breathing hard, pressing a hand to her chest. Her lungs felt like ice! Once she could finally breathe normally again, she led the way back upstream. …A good several feet away from the river. If Hans fell in again, she might not want to jump in and save him again!

It took some walking, but before long a small cottage with a tiny windmill came in to view. Paige ducked behind a tree to peek around and survey the place. It looked like a normal home to her. Nothing all that strange about it. But then, that’s usually how those sort of things went. Normal usually meant something bad. “I don’t see the goat, do you?”

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Ocha – Aug 28, 2008 at 9:05 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]
Hans shook his head. If there was a goat, it must have been on the other side of the cottage. There was something odd about the windmill though, Hans looked at it for several moments before he finally figured out what it was.

“It’s moving,” he said somewhat startled.

Even though there was a breeze, it was only slight now and the way the windmill was moving you’d think the greatest storm of the century was about to hit the region. Looking up at the sky Hans noted that the clouds were not moving at any tremendous pace so his first observation was not mistaken.

“What do you think is making it move like that?”
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Divinatas – Oct 15, 2008 at 1:20 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

“The goat?” Paige replied, quite seriously. It could have been for all they knew!

“Okay, I’m off to give this a whirl. If you get captured, just scream so I can come save you.” Straightening her clothes and pulling her lute to her side, Paige dashed off for the front door of the cottage without waiting for a reply from Hans.

[i]KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK![/i]

Paige waited, shuffling on her feet. There seemed to be a sound from behind the door, and she wasn’t at all surprised when a little old man opened it up and beamed at her with a half toothless smile. “Oi, oi! What’s this? Have ye come to sell somethin’?”

“Well no.” she had to resist glancing behind her to make sure Hans was well hidden! “Actually I’ve been traveling all morning and it’s freezing outside. I was wondering if you mind me warming up by your fire? I’d be happy to play a song or two for you.”

The old geezer took a moment to think about it, then he opened up the door wide to let her end. “Oh for sure! Nothin’ like a song from a little lady to warm an old man’s heart! You come right on in then, yes, yes!”

Paige stepped inside and the door closed behind her!

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Ocha – Oct 28, 2008 at 5:52 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]
The bard save him? Hans truly hoped it never came down to that. How could he live with himself if he was saved by a girl-bard? What would people say? He was already cursed, if that and this were both to be learned it would be ruins not only for himself, or his family, but the kingdom at large.

Starting to stress about all of the things that could go wrong, Hans didn’t even notice the goat until it started chewing on his coat.

“What the…!” Hans pulled his coat away from the goat. “That was rude!”

The goat just looked at him in a dumb animal look, smacking it’s lips a bit.

Hans sighed. “You just wanted something to eat didn’t you? Not much of a wizard’s familiar are you?”

The goat said nothing.

“I’m going to take a look at the property. You can follow me for now if you want, but don’t get any bright ideas.” Hans then dusted himself off and started to sneak over to the cottage.
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Divinatas – Nov 8, 2008 at 3:37 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

The inside of the little cottage looked pretty normal. All the furniture was made of wood, there wasn’t very much in the way of personal items. Some dishes on the table, a few lit candles, a blanket thrown over an old dusty sofa. The fireplace was lit warmly, with a cast iron pot hanging over it. The old geezer ushered Paige over to an overstuffed chair next to the fire, where she sat down obediently and happily warmed her fingers for a few moments.

“I jus love havin’ company!” Stated the old man as he bustled over to a meager looking kitchen. “How ’bout some hot soup n’ crackers? I gots plenty!”

“Uh… No thanks, I’m fine!” replied Paige. She settled the lute in her hands and tested the strings. A few plucks of each sounded the perfect tones. “So… That’s a nice windmill you’ve got out there. How does it turn when there’s no wind?”

Chuckling, the old man returned to the fireplace with a tray of goodies, despite her refusal. “Oi, oi, it’s a good litle piece, doncha think? Got myself some help! Muffin?”

Shaking her head at the muffin, Paige dug a little more. “Help! That’s great! So you don’t live alone here?”

“No, no, I live all by my lonesome self in this lil’ cottage. Never a pretty face to keep an old man company.” He picked up a box of candy from the tray and hovered it under her nose. “Do you like chocolate?”

Paige blinked at the box. It did smell divine! That sweet mix of cocoa and sugar, that so perfectly melts in your- Paige shook her head! “I, uh… So, um, that means you have hired helpers? What does the windmill do anyway?” Oooh… it did smell [i]so[/i] good. There wasn’t a such thing as cursed chocolate, anyway. Paige took one of the pieces and popped it in her mouth, delighting at that wonderful smooth flavor!

“Oh just a troll here n’ there. They work hard when ya pay ’em good! Luckily one good damsel is worth a good several months!”

“Damsel? Those are so hard to come by these days.” Paige replied pleasantly. It was too bad Hans was stuck outside doing- …What was he doing again? Oh well, it wasn’t important. Paige took another piece of chocolate!

“Yes, yes! Most go down the river, so it’s luck to get a knock on the door! Oi, don’t you jus look all tuckered out. How about you close those weary eyes jus a moment n’ I’ll make you a nice bowl of soup!” cooed the old man, pulling the blanket off the sofa to drape carefully over Paige.

“Uh huh.” Paige leaned back in the chair, resting her head against the back. Closing her eyes for a moment of two wasn’t going to make a difference. Whatever she was doing could wait until tomorrow!

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Ocha – Dec 2, 2008 at 2:54 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=117][b]Hans[/b]
Hans stealthily walked to the windmill, the goat following him. It was just slightly disturbing. As he got there, Hans thought it reminded him of a tower. “I wonder if there’s a room at the top.” Circling the windmill, Hans couldn’t imagine how one got in, it seemed solid.

“Is there a secret door, or do you have to go in from underground?”

The goat said nothing, but munched on some brown grass it found.

“Thanks for the help.” Hans leaned on the wall and tapped his fingers for a moment, and fell into the windmill. “Oh!” Hans looked around, but it was far too dark to see. Getting up and dusting himself off Hans realized there was only one thing to do, make a torch. He hoped he’d not have a hard time refinding the hidden door as he walked out. Of course the door didn’t close. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, it wasn’t like the wizard was going to come out in this weather.

Hans walks out to the edge of the property to find a good stout stick, hoping the bard was getting good information.
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Divinatas – Dec 10, 2008 at 6:37 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=173][b]Paige[/b]

While Hans left the windmill and walked to the edge of the property, that little old man was stepping outside of his cottage. Stretching his arms and legs he walked across the yard to the windmill and disappeared inside.

Instead of going up, as one would expect, the old man started [i]down[/i] a spiraling set of stairs. He walked along in the dark, not bothering to light a torch or lantern. When he reached the bottom there already seemed to be a mild light. A few dim candles on the walls. The most surprising part of the room was the amount of trolls that seemed to be shacked up in the building. A couple were walking a wheel that was turning the windmill, a few others were sitting around a black stew pot stirring up some grub.

“Oi, oi! I’ve got a nice damsel for yer stew pot, so ye better get movin’ them legs a little faster! Magic don’t generate itself!”

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New Amsterdam

New Amsterdam: A New World (Part 3.2)

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Title: A New World (Part 3.2)
Number: 191
Date: Aug 25, 2008 at 7:30 PM
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Divinatas – Aug 25, 2008 at 7:30 PM

[bg=#0e1938][padding=10px][so=#67708c][bg=#202d54]NEW AMSTERDAM: A NEW WORLD[/bg][/so][/padding][/bg]

[bg=#2d2623][do=#283762][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1825[/imga][b][i]Cheyanne Fowler[/i][/b]

The beach was warm and sunny with glimmering white sands, cheerful people, and rushing ocean waves! Many of the Atelier staff were there, having pooled together to rent a beachside cottage close to the water. Some had even brought family members along to enjoy the vacation.

Cheyanne was standing outside on the sand with a pretty parasol watching the people as they strolled by or played along the beach. The different styles of beach clothes were the most interesting. Some women were “scandalously” under clothed, with slim fitting suits that showed a fair amount of leg. She heard some of the older women clucking their teeth about it. Others were wearing complicated overlayered swimsuits and Cheyanne wondered how they’d even manage to swim.

Of course, Cheyanne herself wasn’t that great at swimming as it is. So she contentedly wore a light dress and stayed a comfortable distance away from the water. What time was there for swimming in New York, anyway?

It had been a pleasant few days so far, and it left Cheyanne wondering if Mr. Daupre ever did take a break. Maybe Alba would have made him.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 26, 2008 at 11:25 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter came by with a kite he had just made. He had been playing with other children, but he decided Miss Flower was bored – whether it was true or not – and she needed to play.

“Let’s go fly my kite!” Peter said. He was very proud, because he had made the kite himself the day before. He was only a little sorry because he had to leave Lady Keen at the house; Peter had been horrified at the idea that his cat could get lost at the beach. Besides, Lady Keen was good at patrolling the house.

“We can climb to the hill near the lighthouse and fly my kite from there.”

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Divinatas – Aug 31, 2008 at 1:33 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked down across the beach towards the hill and the lighthouse in the distance. “I haven’t flown a kite in forever. Not since my nephews were really small.” she replied, resting the parasol against her shoulder and starting in the right direction.

Twirling the parasol because she liked the shadows it made on the sand, Cheyanne blinked down at Peter. “Now you don’t have to answer, but I was wondering what happened to your mother?” She had found out about his father, but she didn’t recall anyone mentioning Peter’s mother and she had gotten curious.

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Azul Morag – Aug 31, 2008 at 12:48 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter fiddled with his kite and stayed silent for a long instant. Seagulls let out strange cries, floating in the seabreeze far above, suspended like long kites against the clear blue sky. Peter rubbed his nose with his free hand.

“My mother died. She got a cold… we didn’t have heating,” he absently said. “It was soon after my father was caught cheating at horse races, or so they said. We had spent the money her family sent us. I’d stay in bed with her and Lady Keen to keep her warm, but she was so cold and shivering. She died in her sleep one night.”

Peter nibbled on his lip.

“The people to whom my dad owed money sent the lawyers after her funeral. We lived a block from Master Daupre’s maison. The lawyers took everything that was left, and my father was taken away to Debtor’s Prison. When they tried to take me to the workhouse and sell me off, I ran. I remembered Master Daupre’s maison, because my mother used to be his client in better times. Master Daupre was on the doorstep, leaving for an appointment. I hid behind him and said I worked for him, said I had a job already so they wouldn’t take me to the workhouse. Master Daupre didn’t deny it. So I got to stay. I only went to my old house once, to get Lady Keen. She was wandering the alleys, and I brought her to the maison.”

Little Peter wiped his eyes absently.

“Lady Keen is so nice. I wish I could have brought her along… Let’s go fly my kite, Miss Flower.”

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Divinatas – Sep 11, 2008 at 10:32 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne nodded slowly, following Peter in silence for a few moments. How horrible! Wasn’t there laws against forced child labor, or protection laws for kids? It was lucky Peter did run across Mr. Daupre, or who knows what would have happened!

When she realized she was probably scowling, Cheyanne put on a brighter smile. This was supposed to be a happy, worry free vacation, if not for herself… Peter deserved a little fun! Closing up her parasol, she hooked it on the edge of her skirt and rest her hands on her hips.

“Alright now, how do we fly this kite?”

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Azul Morag – Sep 12, 2008 at 4:28 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter wiped his eyes quickly and when he turned he had a smile again.

“We have to get to the top of the hill,” he explained, “and run back, holding up the kite! Then we have to loosen the thread as it goes higher. It can go very high!”

He grabbed Cheyanne’s hand and ran with her to the top of the hill!

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Divinatas – Sep 12, 2008 at 6:24 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“All the way to the top…?” she said, looking at the steepness of the hill. It wasn’t that it was too steep, but running around in these shoes and long skirts didn’t make for easy climbing. Before she could protest, Peter already had her hand and was pulling her up the hill!

“Not so fast! I’ll go tumbling down it, like a sack of potatoes!”

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Azul Morag – Sep 12, 2008 at 6:49 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

“Run faster, Miss Flower!” Peter cried, running uphill. He was pretty stronger than he looked, because soon they reached the top of the hill. A hundred yards away, the lighthouse was all bathed in blue and yellow light, as the sun had begun to descend towards the ocean. Seagulls floated in the breeze like white cardboard birds. One of them seemed to find Cheyanne’s parasol pretty interesting, because it flew a quick curve around her just to give it a peck!

Little Peter waved a hand at it just like Marie used to wave a hand at Alba to “shoo” her away.

“Look, there are ships!”

Far into the sea, a couple of white sails showed, slowly moving like a feather floating in the breeze.

“I bet if we could get to the top of the lighthouse, we could see the Master’s house,” he casually said. He held up the kite.

“You hold it like this and run till it it starts flying!”

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Divinatas – Sep 18, 2008 at 9:50 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne’s staring up at the light house was interrupted as Peter shoved the kite in to her hands. “Oh.. kay.” Holding the kite up, Cheyanne picked a direction and started running! Just when she thought the wind was catching the kite perfectly, somehow she made a misstep. Before she knew it Cheyanne was crashing to the ground and spitting grass out of her mouth!

“Bother! I knew it was impossible to run in a big fluffy dress!”

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Azul Morag – Sep 20, 2008 at 11:42 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter dashed after Cheyanne and nearly tripped on her when she fell. He caught the kite’s cord before it would float away into the sky and held it while pulling Cheyanne up (at least, upright!).

“Are you alright, miss Flower?” He grinned. “This is much more fun than staying at home, yes? Let’s try again!”

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Divinatas – Sep 20, 2008 at 3:08 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne upon sitting up, dusted off her sleeves and straightened her shirt. She rose slowly to her feet, testing to make sure she didn’t break or twist anything as she rearranged the folds of her dress.

“I think, maybe, it’s a better idea if you do the running with the string and I hold up the kite in the air so it can catch the wind.”

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Azul Morag – Sep 20, 2008 at 4:33 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter arched an eyebrow and gave one of Alphonse’s lopsided smirks.

“Alright. I’ll do the running, but you have to keep up!”

Peter set off running with the kite! After some exertion, the kite finally began to catch the wind and slowly soared up into the sky above. Peter had run around the top of the hill. Opposite to the side of the hill facing the beach, behind the tall lighthouse, there was a groove of trees, a grassy field and in the distance, a roof. Several roofs in fact; but they were far. Down at the beach, people were enjoying the sunny day. Marie and some of the others were lounging around a tent they had rented. Peter was maneuvering with the kite, loosening the thread to allow it go higher.

“Miss Flower, it’s flying!”

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Divinatas – Sep 20, 2008 at 4:43 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“With no help from me, that’s for sure!” Cheyanne said cheerfully, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked up at the flying kite. It was amazing how hypnotizing a floating bit of craft paper could be up there in the sky.

Cheyanne’s gaze switched from the kite to examine the expanse of the beach and all of the houses and buildings of the town nearby. It still looked old fashion with all the old stone architecture.

“I can’t see the Atelier. Didn’t you say we could see Mr. Daupre’s home from here?”

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Azul Morag – Sep 20, 2008 at 6:15 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter blinked, looking confused. Did he say that?

“Actually, we are a long way from New Amsterdam now,” Little Peter said. “Those houses are the outskirts of the town where we rented the tent and we’ll be staying there, I think. The other roofs are farm houses and well…” Little Peter got red. “Just don’t tell anyone, because I promised I wouldn’t tell… I shouldn’t be telling you. But I was here before, sometime after I started working with Master Daupre. The lawyers had sent someone to lure me out, so the Master brought me here for a couple of weeks. There’s a big house beyond those grass fields. His mother lives there, and I stayed with her for a while. She is kinda ill, but she’s nice when she’s well… like, when she is not confused. I don’t think even Mrs. Keane knows where is exactly the Master’s house. He’s very fierce about keeping people away, because they’d disturb his mom.”

Little Peter frowned a bit. It was obvious the fierceness with which the Master took care of his mother inspired Little Peter great respect. He was taking great pains in describing the lady without saying she was not well in the head.

“She is very nice and kind, but she sometimes gets confused. Like, living a lot of years in the past! Sometimes, she thinks the Master is his dad. His dad is dead. But she realizes and sometimes she’s sad.”

“Hm… Alba catches a lot of field mice, and rabbits.” Little Peter fiddled with the kite to avoid a curious seagull from getting too close to it in the sky.

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Divinatas – Sep 22, 2008 at 8:19 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It’s sad… But I suppose it happens to most people. Getting older and having to take care of your parents.” Cheyanne said softly, looking out over the houses and green fields to see if she could spot the place. Her own parents were still alive and in good health, thanks to the modern medicine era. But eventually she was going to be in the same boat. …If she ever went back home.

Peter changed the subject and Cheyanne gratefully followed suit. “Alba is an owl after all, those are her favorite meals!” Unhooking the parasol from her belt she opened it back up again to shield herself from the sun. It was just so [i]hot[/i] having to wear such a layered dress. But Cheyanne didn’t want to try on any of those bathing suits or someone was going to get the idea of dragging her swimming. Flying kites with Peter was decidedly much safer!

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Azul Morag – Sep 22, 2008 at 11:27 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Just as she said this, a white dot shone in the skies, and as it grew closer it became clear that wasn’t a seagull. The seagulls didn’t seem to mind it much, till it came closer and chased them! The white bird descended in a big curve and perched on a fence between them and the lighthouse. It was Alba! She shook her feathers and shrieked, then just sat there, staring at them.

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter opened his eyes wide.

“She heard me,” he said in dismay. “I shouldn’t have told…” He looked about to cry.

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Divinatas – Sep 23, 2008 at 3:51 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Well speak of the devil! Er… owl. Seeing Alba flying around in a more natural setting was enchanting to watch. As she landed, Cheyanne was smiling… until she realized Mr. Daupre wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Alba was out all on her own, and the once place she decided to go was here. With [i]her[/i]. She was going to get called an owl-knapper again!

“Albaaaa!” Cheyanne said with a softly plaintive voice. For a moment her expression was about the same as Peter’s, but didn’t he say Alba liked hunting in the fields. She quickly changed her tone. “You know, Alba is just out for an afternoon flight, there shouldn’t be anything to worry about at all. I think.”

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Azul Morag – Sep 23, 2008 at 10:50 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter didn’t look quite convinced. The owl was a household deity after all! Peter had quite a strong faith for a little kid. Maybe one spiced up with some details of his own.

“But why would she appear just as we mentioned her just now?” Little Peter argued. He began skillfully pulling down his kite, taking a short walk and gently maneuvering the kite to make it descend into an amazingly smooth landing. He turned and blinked as if it was the most normal thing in the world (which for a kid in his day and age, probably was).

“Do you think she’s here to fetch us?”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba fluffed up her snowy feathers with great dignity. She was sporting new leather jesses on her legs. Unlike common falconry practice, she didn’t wear any bells – apparently, not even at the countryside; but just from the new jesses and her apparent high spirits, it was seemingly she had been training with Alphonse. Why was she on her own though, was still unknown!

Alba flapped vigorously and stretched her wings, one at a time along with the side’s leg, shook her feathers and gave two short shrieks, staring at Cheyanne and Peter.

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Divinatas – Sep 25, 2008 at 7:30 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Most certainly not. Why on earth would she come to fetch us, anyway? If there were any trouble she would fetch someone more appropriate.” Cheyanne eyed Alba carefully. Yes, if there was trouble, she and little Peter were surely on the bottom of the list of people to come and rescue.

Resting her parasol against her shoulder, she pointed out at the grassy meadow and towards the general direction of Mr. Daupre’s home. “Alba, you have to go home. Mr. Daupre is going to be furious and I refuse to get accused of kidnapping again.”

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Azul Morag – Sep 25, 2008 at 7:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba gave a long shriek followed by several short, low and rasping ones. She fluffed up and stayed put on the fence, clicking her beak and watching them.

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

“She definitely wants [i]something,[/i]” Peter whispered. “Maybe something happened? Something bad?”

Peter quickly wound up the cord of his kite around the handle.

“Is she hurt?”

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Divinatas – Sep 25, 2008 at 8:06 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was watching Alba carefully. “She’s alright. Alba is just delicately trying to tell me she’s not going anywhere.” Amused or annoyed, Cheyanne hadn’t decided yet. But she did know Alba couldn’t just stay out with them. She would be in [i]so[/i] much trouble!

With a quick glance around, there still wasn’t any sight of Mr. Daupre. She worried the handle of her parasol, and chewed on her bottom lip. They could take Alba home couldn’t they? Peter would know the way, and that was if Alba didn’t decide to fly off home herself while they were walking. Who knew what Alba was thinking.

Besides, it was a perfect excuse to see Mr. Daupre.

“Alba, where is Mr. Daupre? How about we go see him? He’s probably missing you.”

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Azul Morag – Sep 25, 2008 at 8:15 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter blinked in alarm.

“Go seeing the Master? What about the others? They will miss us and they could follow us and it’d be a disaster!” And he will know it’s my fault!”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba shook her head sideways to calculate the distance with every intention to take short flight to land on Cheyanne, but the parasol was most inconvenient. Alba shook her feathers and clicked her beak in disappointment. She however took a short flight to the near groove of trees and landed on a low branch, from which she shrieked again and watched them, rather expectantly.

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Divinatas – Sep 25, 2008 at 8:22 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“You don’t have to go if you’re afraid of getting in trouble.” Cheyanne replied, already following after Alba. She turned around after a few steps to glance at Peter. “If I don’t take her back, I’ll get called a crazy owl kidnapper again. I really don’t want to see that senile doctor again or get wrapped up in a straight jacket, or [i]worse[/i] put away in a prison!”

Flipping the parasol closed she hooked it on her belt as she continued walking again. “So I’ll risk getting yelled at for a few minutes, in making sure Alba is where she belongs compared to that! You can just go on and tell Marie I am out for a walk!”

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Azul Morag – Sep 25, 2008 at 8:47 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Peter looked about to cry with worry! He could do as she says, but how could he let miss Flower wander alone? She didn’t even know the place! Or where she was, for that matter – plus it was true miss Flower was a bit off in the head and most likely she would need an escort!

Peter furrowed his brow and wiped his teary eyes.

“I can’t let you go alone!” He said. He marched after her.

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

Alba waited till they catched up, then took a short flight to another tree. In this fashion, she led them through the trees and down to the grasslands that were visible from the lighthouse’s hill. The grass was knee-high, fresh and quite green, with tiny white flowers here and there. Alba flew ahead, leading them a long way across the grasslands. Trees grew behind and at the sides, where the beach was visible among the trees at their far right, but no people were seen there. On the far left, the trees were thicker to form a forest, and faintly visible a bell tower marked the place there the town was. Ahead, more grasslands and still far, a group of grand, stone buildings.

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

“Those buildings over theeere are the Master’s house,” Peter grumpily said. He pulled his cap to his ears.

Alba circled them and flew a bit more, then just ahead something white shone in the grass. And something glared, like glass. A pair of boots came into view.

“There is someone there in the grass!”

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Divinatas – Oct 3, 2008 at 12:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne first thought that maybe it was a dead body lying in the grass, but that was quickly pushed out of her head. Mostly. It still lingered there in the back – this [i]was[/i] a dangerous time period. Then she recognized the perfectly designed shoes and groaned aloud.

Slapping a hand over her mouth, she cleared her throat and primly adjusted her sleeves. Trying not to smile, Cheyanne clasped her hands behind her back. “Mr. Daupre, what a brilliant surprise! ”

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Azul Morag – Oct 3, 2008 at 1:13 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Just saying Alphonse was surprised would have been an understatement. He was wearing a classy suit, fitting for exploring and taking strolls in the countryside. His hair was loose (something just a tad of a bit unusual) and his cap was suspiciously laying a few feet away. Alphonse didn’t make the slightest effort to sit up and just blinked at them in alarm.

“Well, surprise!” He finally grumbled. “Why are you…?” He briefly eyed Peter and Peter shrank half his size, pulling his own cap further over his ears. Alphonse gasped.

“Does this mean [I]the whole staff is at Madelaine Beach?” [/I]He seemed to find that a very disturbing thought!

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Divinatas – Oct 3, 2008 at 1:20 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It seems they are.” Cheyanne didn’t find that the least bit odd. Of course the staff would settle for a familiar place that was relatively close. It made planning vacations so much easier. Mr. Daupre needn’t look so shocked.

Moving through the grass, Cheyanne scooped up his hat and brushed off the stray leaves. What did he do, throw himself on the ground? “Peter and I were flying a kite up on the hillside near the lighthouse, when Alba came over for a visit. Normally I would let her being, seeing as I enjoy her company but she-… Mr. Daupre, [i]why are[/i] you just laying in the grass?”

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Azul Morag – Oct 3, 2008 at 1:30 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse eyed the white dot in the skies. No wonder, he grudgingly thought. Why Alba seemed to have a fixation with Cheyanne was something he rather refused to understand. He didn’t move, squinting behind his eyeglasses.

“There’s a better view of the skies from here,” he evasively replied. “That is something hard to find in the city.”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter spied from under his cap. There was too much glare to enjoy staring at the sky with the sun up, but he cautiously kept quiet. He took a step back and began looking for bugs in the grass.

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Divinatas – Oct 3, 2008 at 1:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne looked up at the sky. It was the very same sky she was admiring earlier, and sort of curious that Mr. Daupre was admiring it too. He really didn’t seem the sort of man that would sit still long enough to appreciate the little things.

This, of course, made her suspicious. “You’re right. I was telling Marie this morning just how lovely it was.” Glancing down at him as subtly as possible, she gave him a look over. He didn’t look rumpled or like he was in a fight. He wasn’t mugged or attempted murdered. Perhaps he over worried himself and fainted?

Cheyanne thought she give it a test. “I think you’re sitting on a pile of ants.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 3, 2008 at 2:04 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked and instinctively tried to jerk his body to sit up and check, but he just cringed and stayed where he was.

“Hm… no,” he said, almost defensively. “I’ve been here for a while and I have not got bitten!”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter glanced at them, but he stayed at a prudent distance. He found a big ladybug and carefully tried to capture it but despite, he had an ear like a radar antenna pointed at them!

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Divinatas – Oct 3, 2008 at 2:17 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Ah HA!” exclaimed Cheyanne! Cringing in pain was a sure fire clue that something was wrong. Why did the man have to be so stubborn and not ask for help when he needed it? At least he wasn’t about to go hurling up his guts or having a heart attack.

Kneeling down in the grass, setting her parasol over to the side, Cheyanne was already gently prodding at his legs to find the root of the problem. “Is it so hard to ask for help, Mr. Daupre? Would you have lain her all day if Alba didn’t spot us?”

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Azul Morag – Oct 3, 2008 at 2:29 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse would have swatted at her if he could, but he had to resort to glaring and trying not to wince.

“I am alright… I just need to catch my breath.” He said with dignity. “I just slipped on the grass, that is all.”

He was wearing buckled boots but perhaps the obviously expensive leather was too supple for its owner’s good. Alphonse blushed. Why did he have to blush! But there he was, blushing miserably like a school boy.

“I am fine, really,” he protested under examination. “How bad could it be anyway…?”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter captured his ladybug just on time to hear the Master fuss. Peter spied a bit, now more worried than before.

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Divinatas – Oct 3, 2008 at 4:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

How bad could it be? Well, Cheyanne kept her grand ideas to herself. A place like this, even a small injury could go horribly wrong. The evil doctor she met was proof of that! At least for the time being Mr. Daupre didn’t look seriously injured. His foot had some dark bruising around his ankle but it wasn’t broken.

Thinking it was silly for a man to be twisting his foot, it was hard for Cheyanne not to giggle. Mr. Daupre wasn’t at all helping with his blushing. She smiled anyway.

“Not too bad. You’ve twisted your ankle, Mr. Daupre. You’re going to have to get it a rest for a night or two. I think Peter is going to have to fetch someone to help take you home.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 3, 2008 at 11:05 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse propped himself on his elbows and sighed. He was very obviously in pain but refusing to admit it. He eyed her however, at the mention of sending Peter to fetch someone for help.

“Miss Fowler,” he started. He was frowning but he was still blushing and looking hurt, so that counteracted a little the effect of his glaring. “I would like to point out to your notice…” he winced, “that I would rather keep the Atelier staff unaware of my presence here, moreso the place of my residence. It’s very important for me to keep such information removed from public reach. I do have my reasons… and I do ask you to indulge me at least this once.”

That, because Cheyanne seemed to always be finding her way around his orders – she would usually have a way to either twist his words or just – and quite unrepentantly – misbehave for the sake or making him angry (or so he thought!).

“Mr. Little,” he said, eyeing Peter, “shall go to my house and find the butler, then will instruct him to send someone to help me get back to the house.”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Peter zoomed back so quickly he could as well have glided on the grass like an otter on ice.

“Yes, Master Daupre!” Peter said. He looked about to cry, not only because as he feared, the Master was glaring accusingly at him but also because the Master was hurt. With both his parents gone, Peter looked up to Alphonse and the slightest notion that he could have an accident and die in an instant distressed him. He gave Cheyanne his kite and set off running.

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=165][B]Alba[/B]

An awkward silence followed. The breeze swept the surface of the grass like the waves of a green sea. The sun shone. Bugs buzzed by. Alba got herself a field mouse and stayed at a distance, rather smugly.

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Divinatas – Oct 3, 2008 at 8:43 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne watched Peter as he ran off like a bolt of lightning, while simultaneously ignoring the fluffy smugness of Alba. After a moment she sat down next to Mr. Daupre, arranging her volumes of skirts appropriately, before opening up the parasol to hold over the both of them. They may be sitting there for awhile and the shade was nice.

“I won’t tell a soul, Mr. Daupre. But you might give Alba a better list of people to fetch when you’re in trouble.” she was teasing with a pleasant smile.

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Azul Morag – Oct 4, 2008 at 10:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse allowed himself to fall back on the grass, now under the blessedly cool shade of Cheyanne’s parasol. He was half-blinded by the glare of the cloudless, blue skies – but he wouldn’t admit it under threat of death!

Alphonse focused his steel-gray eyes (full of dancing green spots, or to him it seemed so, anyway) on Cheyanne. He didn’t remember that dress, and he took that as a possible insult added to injury… but his eyes were hurting, actually. He saw her smile and a faint smirk slightly curled his lip. Alphonse closed his eyes for an instant.

“Thank you,” he said. “I doubt she would listen to me on such matters… but I would ask her to sit on you for weeks if you were to change your mind.”

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Divinatas – Oct 4, 2008 at 6:12 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

A smile from Mr. Daupre was a rare thing, and very encouraging. Cheyanne smiled wider. “She would, I think. If at least for several hours until I had to take a bath or crawl in to bed. I doubt she’d like being watered or rolled over on.”

Balancing the parasol so it’d stay put, Cheyanne plucked up a few of the longstem wild flowers that were scattered amongst the grass. She weaved stems together as she formed a chain. It was just a simple thing to keep distracted with while she waited for Peter to return with help.

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Azul Morag – Oct 5, 2008 at 8:52 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse rubbed rubbed his eyes a little, pushing his spectacles over to his eyebrows.

“Alba is strange, for a bird…”

Alphonse blinked slowly and watched Cheyanne weave flowers together. His leg hurt horribly but he wasn’t about to let that be apparent anyway.

“Tell me about this ‘world’ of yours,” he said. “What is it like?”

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Divinatas – Oct 5, 2008 at 11:49 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Letting out a small huff as she fussed with the flowers, she tried to put together a good description in her head. There was just [i]so many[/i] things about modern life that different from this place, that it could take years trying to describe them!

“Well… For one, it’s not as prim and proper or conservative. In fact, most people barely even know basic manners and chivalry is completely out the window. Especially in New York. Not that everything is crazy and savage, it’s just.. different.” Cheyanne figured if Mr. Daupre were to go to New York, he’d probably be so out raged by people he’d have a heart attack. …and that’s if he didn’t faint at the sight of all the women’s clothing.

Grinning to herself, she tied the ends of the flowers. “There’s electricity and plumbing for every business and home. Motorcars, airplanes, submarines, rocket ships. And probably not an unexplored land left in the whole world. People are all over the place. I guess in a thousand years they might try to build a colony on Mars.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 6, 2008 at 3:17 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse raised his eyebrows. Personally, he thought street manners in New Amsterdam were not prim and proper, let alone conservative. Many people didn’t have basic manners and the budding feminist efforts were seemingly campaigning to have ladies treated like young lads in the back of a cart on its way to the market. How much worse could this “New York” be? According to Cheyanne… much worse.

“A woman that talks like a seasoned sailor could never be pleasant company,” he gravely pointed out.

Technological advances… He had guessed that much from the clothes he had bought from her when she arrived. He had read Julius C. Verne books about amazing contraptions and submarines… If such things really come to be, they should be quite the amazing sight! He enjoyed the book From the Earth to the Moon, but living in Mars?

“Your world sounds like technology has taken over the people,” he said with a faint smile. “Like something out of Julius C. Verne’s books. It must be interesting to see.”

Alphonse watched her for a long moment.

“Of course you’d wish you were there now,” he slowly said. “Don’t you?”

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Divinatas – Oct 6, 2008 at 10:54 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“If all the power went out, I doubt anyone would know what to do.” she said about the technology taking over the people. It was entirely too true! Even she could never had imagined living without her blow dryers, microwaves, and cars. If it weren’t for Mr. Daupre and the people at the Atelier, she might not have been able to survive!

[i]”Of course you’d wish you were there now,” he slowly said. “Don’t you?”[/i]

Cheyanne paused, a frown creeping across her face. [i]Did[/i] she miss New York? Her family for sure. Talking to her sister on the weekend to hear about her family and what they’ve been doing. But… her own life?

“Truthfully…?” she started, “I wasn’t very happy. I miss my family, but everything else was… dead ended. Here everything is so different and sometimes scary but it’s exciting, even adventurous. I like being here with you. …and the Atelier.” she added on quickly. Cheyanne smiled, giving an embarrassed shrug. “I don’t know what I’ll do without cheeseburgers though!”

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Azul Morag – Oct 7, 2008 at 5:57 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked and red crept over his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose again. He nibbled on his lip.

“I’m glad to be of help,” he said. “I don’t know what would I have done if I were in your place. I… have an ill mother and I am her only child.”

The wind rippled the green blanket of grass over the fields.

“Your world does sound interesting,” he said. He paused for an instant.

“I would miss you if you were to leave,” he muttered.

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Divinatas – Oct 8, 2008 at 4:46 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne stopped, blinking down at the wild flowers in her hands and hoping her face wasn’t as red as it felt. Did he [i]really[/i] just say he’d miss her? She didn’t want to ask to be sure!

“I’m not going anywhere any time soon.” Tying the two ends together, Cheyanne had made a very pretty little flower wreath. She turned around to lay it just right over Mr. Daupre’s head, giving him a shy shrug of her shoulder and a small smile.

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Azul Morag – Oct 8, 2008 at 5:13 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked at the flower wreath was laid above his head somewhere he couldn’t see. His ears were burning.

“The others will wonder where are you,” he said, a bit defensively. He was however, looking shy himself.

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Just then, Peter came back, running. Behind him came a cart pulled by a horse led by a tall man in a black uniform. A flurry of skirts hopped off the cart and ran to them. It was a very pretty lady in a pinstripe dress and a blue bonnet on her nicely done very, very white hair. She looked about thirty or less which was shocking considering who she was!

“Etienne!” She cried as she ran to them. Little Peter arrived first and quite flustered.

“I did say it would be best if she waited at home, Master!”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was dumbfounded. He tried to sit up. The lady was staring at Cheyanne accusingly.

“Who is this lady, if I may ask?” She asked in airy French.

Alphonse replied in English anyway.

“This is miss Cheyanne Fowler… and yes, my foot is alright,” he added incisively, in an attempt to divert the lady’s attention.

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Divinatas – Oct 8, 2008 at 6:03 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I thought you said you were an only child?” Cheyanne said towards Mr. Daupre. The women was such a mirror of him and so young, she had to be a sibling or cousin! It didn’t occur to her to be anyone else!

“He twisted his foot out here in the field, and Alba chose to come and fetch us. Luckily it’s only a little sprain, but he shouldn’t be walking on it anyway so Peter went to fetch someone more helpful.” she rambled, hoping to spare herself from more suspicious glances! Cheyanne closed up her parasol and handed it to Peter, moving to Mr. Daupre’s side to help him to his feet.

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Azul Morag – Oct 8, 2008 at 6:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse didn’t quite have an answer for that, so he allowed himself (mainly out of bewilderment) be helped up by Cheyanne. The man in black uniform handed Peter the reins of the horse and helped as well. Alphonse found himself on one foot with only one boot and a wreath of flowers over his eyes. The lady was staring accusingly.

“Miss Fowler wasn’t trying to kill me, mother. Alba brought her here,” he tossed in for a little belief. “Could you please be nicer?”

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 1:35 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Mother!” Cheyanne exclaimed! “She couldn’t be. She looks beautiful, like a sister or cousin.” Realizing she had said that out loud, she looked thoroughly embarrassed! Cheyanne hadn’t expected to meet his mother, especially with the way he was so secretive about her. Even Marie had said almost none had seen her!

Cheyanne pushed the flower crown up on Mr. Daupre’s head so they weren’t in his eyes. “I’m really not out to get him. I don’t know why Alba didn’t think to fetch someone more appropriate. She tends to have ulterior motives..”

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 1:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse’s mother was mildly appeased at the compliments but she still eyed Cheyanne and gasped! She said she wasn’t out to get her son and that generally means the contrary!

“Etienne is too young to get married!” She said. “And you are too young, too! This is a scandal, really! You should go home to play, girl!” She eyed Cheyanne for an instant. “Why, are you not the girl that arrived on a flying carpet!”

“It was a train,” Little Peter cautiously pointed out.

The lady raised her eyebrows. “Regardless her means of transport, she shouldn’t be out on her own!”

Alphonse swallowed.

“Mother,” he said, “I am not so young anymore.”

“Nonsense. What in the Goddess’ name happened to your foot. You shouldn’t be running in the grass like that. Now get on the cart and we will go home. You will owe your father an explanation.”

She eyed Cheyanne and went back to the cart to fuss with blankets and pillows on it to accomodate her child. Alphonse nibbled on his lip.

“She will remember soon,” he muttered to Cheyanne. “Just… don’t take her words to heart.” He thought over that and blushed furiously. “… I mean, she thinks we are about Peter’s age. She will realize sooner or later we are not!”

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 2:29 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne could understand perfectly well the mental issue with Mr. Daupre’s mother, and could take it with patient grace. More than she really thought she had! She was especially curious that Mr. Daupre had spoken about her to his mother. What sort of things did he tell her?

Trying not to think about that, she helped Mr. Daupre to the carriage. “I’m sure your mother will take wonderful care of you.” she said, mostly for the benefit of Mrs. Daupre. “Peter and I can go back home, and not be a bother to you while you’re resting.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 2:53 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“It will get dark in an hour or so. Be careful,” Alphonse said with a nod.

Mrs. Daupre eyed them. She was obviously outraged.

“Indeed, it will be dark in an hour! She can’t go around those fields in the dark; she would get lost! She will have to stay the night and I shall send a note to her parents. Peter should stay, too. ” With that, the lady flapped an imperious hand to get all of them climb into the cart!

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 3:01 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

She was going to have a hard time sending a note to her parents, Cheyanne thought! She glanced at Mr. Daupre, hesitating. Wouldn’t a grow women spending the night at his home like that be scandalous here? There was already all sorts of rumors and things about her, she was pretty sure!

Cheyanne opened her mouth to protest, but Mrs. Daupre was very good at giving the demanding mother look. Cheyanne made sure Mr. Daupre was inside the carriage and seated comfortably before she climbed in too. She leaned over to whisper, “I’m so sorry!”

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 3:13 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“No more than I am,” Alphonse muttered almost apologetically. He eyed his mother, but she eyed him right back. Alphonse sighed. “Mother…”

“Don’t be difficult, dear. Bentley, drive back to the manor.” She sat beside Alphonse, then fussed over Cheyanne.” Don’t tell me Etienne cut your hair?! ” She examined Cheyanne’s head!

“She is English, mother,” Alphonse said with a smirk. The lady casted him a look of motherly warning that made Peter stifle a snicker.

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 3:31 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne didn’t get the culture reference as she raised her hand up to her hair. “He didn’t cut my hair, no. It really isn’t that short, it’s just the cut, mostly… And so much easier to take care of than when it’s really long.”

Thinking of things to talk about that wouldn’t alarm the women or get Mr. Daupre in trouble was harder than it seemed! She decided to go for safe chitchat topics! “Today Peter and I were flying a kite. He made it himself, even. It was ironic for Alba to appear just when we were talking about how much she enjoyed flying.” She had to pick her words carefully as to not get Peter in trouble too!

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 3:51 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Mrs. Daupre sighed.

“Is that what you have been told? Hair is not all that difficult to take care of, dear. When you are older you will want long hair for fashionable hair-dos! Etienne used to protest but his hair is very nice by now – he burned it once to make me cut it shorter, the poor dear; what silly things boys do!”

Alphonse flushed but said nothing. Peter was biting his lip really hard in order to keep his job.

“Flying kites, where? At Le Madelaine? The beach must be so nice these days; we should go too, Etienne dear. I shall tell your father when he gets home.”

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 4:01 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Peter was doing a very good job of not laughing, but it was still written all over his face. Cheyanne found it impossible not to smile. At least she kept her comments to herself.

“It was the first time I had ever been there and it’s really lovely. Before Peter took me to fly the kite, I was walking along the beach to watch the ocean and all of the people. Looking at all the kinds of bathing suits was amusing, all the fashions where I from are so different!”

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 4:09 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Mrs. Daupre nodded.

“Bathing suits around here are more conservative. My dear husband says I have lovely knees, but he would have a fit if I would show them off at the beach!”

Mrs. Daupre primly held her delicate fingers to her mouth to hide a giggle. Alphonse looked dismayed. Peter was staring hard at the blanket they were sitting on and desperately trying to think of something horrible to avoid losing it.

“Men are silly creatures, really. Everyone can show off their knees except their wives and fiancees. What is the logic in that?”

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 4:15 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Well, I suppose it’s because they are dreadfully jealous and don’t want to share! Other men might look at their pretty wife and want to steal them away! And you know, I’ve seen men do it! Steal wives, that is. Women have done it too… But, well, you can’t really stop a man from being handsome, he’s going to look nice dressed head to toe or not.”

Cheyanne caught herself rambling, and worse about men and wife stealing right in front of Mr. Daupre. She very quickly shut her mouth, and was trying to think miserable thoughts like Peter!

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 4:24 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Mrs. Daupre patted Cheyanne’s hand.

“Poor dear, all that is very true but you are too young to discuss such things! Poor child! Alphonse takes after his father, mostly. He will be such a nice young man, but he will stay dressed head to toe, you may take my word for it.”

Mrs. Daupre blinked at her wilted son.

“Are you hurting too much, my dear? I will have a doctor come before dinnertime to see your foot. Try not to jostle it.”

She had made a nest of blankets and cushions for her son, but the cart was jostling from time to time. Peter was grinning so hard his face must hurt, but he managed to stay silent.

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Divinatas – Oct 10, 2008 at 9:43 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne sort of wondered if that somehow meant Mr. Daupre would get himself undressed! She shook her head slowly to get it out of her thoughts!

“My sister is married and has two kids already. She is always pestering me to meet someone or introducing me to men, and all of them are absolutely dreadful. So I sort of wonder how she ended up with such a nice husband when all the men she shows me off to end up being creeps.”

It was a bit of a ramble, but Cheyanne felt the need to talk so they wouldn’t all sit in an awkward silence! Peter was so busy trying not to snicker and Mr. Daupre was certainly uncomfortable. All Cheyanne could think to do was be distracting!

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2008 at 10:21 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Mrs. Daupre seemed to throughly disapprove this.

“You are too young to be concerned about marriage,” she firmly told Cheyanne. “You just need to enjoy your childhood while it lasts. Marriage means taking care of a husband and children, and a whole house. It’s a very demanding task. You just need to play and prepare yourself without worries.” She blinked. “It’s not a wonder they are creeps!”

She beamed at her rather flustered son.

“I married for love and all turned out so nice. I made my choice against my family’s wishes. Perhaps you will have to choose yourself when time comes. It’s your life after all!”

The manor came into view. The sky had darkened to navy blues and light cerulean with golden clouds, and a few white dots of stray seagulls. The manor was a large stone building with turrets, like a medieval castle. There were two wings and other dependencies. Mrs. Daupre blinked at grinning Peter.

“Are you alright, child?”

Peter nodded.

“You are so nice,” he said. “Like my mother was.”

Mrs. Daupre smiled, then patted his head and Cheyanne’s. The butler stopped the horses and summoned two servants to carry Mr. Daupre into the house. There were stone steps to a large door under a portico, with gothic windows. The vestibule was solemn and pretty, the floor tiled in black and white marble and the walls covered in dark wood with white marble pillars. The lady had them all installed in a blue chamber where all was either black, white or navy blue. The tapestries were blue with golden and white flowers, as well as the chairs and sofas; all was small and chic. Alphonse was nested on a sofa with plenty of cushions.

“After the doctor sees you, I’ll have you carried upstairs, dear. I’ll get rooms for your little friends. I wonder,” she said, tapping her chin, “when will your father return. It’s kind of late, really.”

She turned. There was a large portrait dominating the wall above the white and black mantelpiece of the fireplace; it was a gentleman in a dark suit; a dark-haired version of Alphonse, with the same steel-grey eyes and a slightly snotty air. He wasn’t wearing spectacles. Something about him was both imperious and kind. The lady watched him with a smile.

“You look so much like Alphonse, Etienne…” She paused and her gaze slid down.

“How silly of me,” she said with a smaller voice. “Your father passed away. Why I can’t ever remember that?”

“Mother…”

The lady blinked with gentle dignity, to clear her eyes.

“I shall summon a physician. Don’t move.” When she turned, she saw Cheyanne again and eyed her.

“I should have known, you were such a tall little girl. Don’t let him move.” She then left the room.

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Divinatas – Oct 12, 2008 at 5:50 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne remained silent until Mrs. Daupre left the room. There was another short silence before she started talking again! “You do look very much like your father.”

“Now that I am a grown woman again, do you think she’ll send us home? Not that I mind staying, but I really don’t want to be a bother, especially on your vacation and when you need a good night of rest. Your mother is really very lovely. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so dignified.” Cheyanne cast a look at Peter. He could say something to help before she blabbered something ridiculous!

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Azul Morag – Oct 12, 2008 at 6:31 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter would have said something, but he had just dozed off on the rug by the fireplace. He had left his kite on a chair away from the fire and the rug he was sleeping on was fluffy and thick. He didn’t plan on napping, he simply dozed off right where he was.

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was nibbling on his lip. He was doing a good job of staying still, because his foot hurt horribly with every slight move otherwise. He chose not to reply to her first statement, but to her second.

“You could ask her,” he said. “It’s quite dark outside by now, yet if so you wish we could get a coach for you. We’d have to think about an excuse for you to show up so late, though. We could make one up after dinner.”

Alphonse sighed.

“Remember your promise,” he muttered.

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Divinatas – Oct 12, 2008 at 9:05 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne sighed at the sleeping Peter. He was so horribly adorable. Why were kids so cute when they fell asleep in weird places. She shrugged her shoulders and gave Mr. Daupre a reassuring smile.

“I said I promise, and I always keep my promises.” she paused for a second. Cheyanne wouldn’t mind staying the night and spending some time with him and his mother, but that’s not something girls did in this sort of place. Everyone already thought she was crazy, last thing she wanted was for people to think she was a harlot too! “Hmm, yes, that’s a good idea!”

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Azul Morag – Oct 13, 2008 at 12:44 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Mrs. Daupre had them all (including Peter) sit at the table in one of the dining halls. Alphonse was sitting at one side of the long table with his foot on a spare chair, and little Peter next to it; Cheyanne was placed in the seat across Alphonse’s and Mrs. Daupre was sitting at the foot of the table. The head of the table was empty.

The dining hall was long and narrow, with a caissonated, vaulted ceiling and beautiful hanging lamps fashioned as glass lillies in hanging copper stalks, naturally stained in blue. Tall windows with long, tasselled curtains were closed. The walls had murals of a pond with water lillies. Despite Alphonse’s constant fretting about finances and his poverty-stricken past as a student (which Cheyanne may or may not have ever heard of), his mother seemed to be quite well-off. Peter didn’t seem phased and he was doing pretty well handling the silverware – yet maybe he was eating a tad of a bit too fast. Alphonse seemed calm but wilted still.

“The doctor will arrive after dinner,” Mrs. Daupre announced. “It seems like he’s tending to another emergency, dear. Please be patient.”

Alphonse just nodded. Mrs. Daupre was looking at Cheyanne.

“Where are you from exactly, child?” She asked.

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Divinatas – Oct 13, 2008 at 12:50 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne blinked at Mr. Daupre before glancing over at his mother. How much was she supposed to tell? She wasn’t sure what he might have already mentioned to his mother, and she certainly didn’t want to sound like a lunatic! Cheyanne decided that she might just leave out any peculiar tidbits about dimensional time traveling, and maybe pretend it’s just another undiscovered city somewhere.

“Well, New York. It’s a large city but such a far way from here, that it’s a… culture shock to visit New Amsterdam. If it weren’t for Mr. Daupre, I think I would have been in lots of trouble.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 13, 2008 at 1:06 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was kind of busy being miserable, but he blinked back at Cheyanne with worry. He hadn’t told his mother all that much, but what did Peter tell after all? Because it was Peter who corrected the lady ealier from flying carpet to train – and Alphonse never mentioned a flying carpet!

“Apparently miss Fowler took the wrong train and lost her way, mother. I simply tried to help her.”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Now, why did that sound a little on the defensive side? Mrs. Daupre looked at her son.

“Which was very kind of you, my dear. I am sure miss… Fowler appreciates your help.” Mrs. Daupre did find the name strange, maybe just because it seemed so… It reminded her of Alba. Where did she go anyway?

“Mr. Little told me a strange story about Alba stating that you should stay at Etienne’s offices. Are you planning to return to your city?” Mrs. Daupre had never heard of any New York, maybe it was actually a little town? Cultural shock from visiting a big city such as New Amsterdam would make more sense, if that were the case. “I had never heard of this New York before. What do your parents do for a living?”

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Divinatas – Oct 13, 2008 at 1:18 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was being grilled, but this was something she was used to be now! Of course, she was wondering what sort of stories Peter had been telling about her too. Kids weren’t afraid of blurting out everything like it was the most natural of things.

“I would like to return home eventually, but I admit I do kind of like it here. Father is a retired military officer, and he spends most of his time gardening now. Mother works as an advice columnist for a small newspaper. I have also have a sister, who is married with two sons.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 13, 2008 at 1:37 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter grinned innocently. After all, he had taken great pride in explaining in detail how Alba perched on miss Flower till the Master had to agree for her to stay at the Atelier. It was a miracle after all! He also explained how Alba was always keeping an eye on both miss Flower and the Master, and how Alba had come all the way to fetch them from the lighthouse hill exactly as if she would [i]have known from the start they would be there to fetch![/i]

“Alba has chosen miss Flower!” Peter said.

The elder lady blinked at Peter.

“Chosen her to what purpose?”

“To stay with the Master!” Peter said. Alphonse choked on a pea. Peter cautiously patted Alphonse’s back.

“Well, it’s a miracle,” Peter said with a slight frown.

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse took a large gulp of water to dislodge the pea. He was somewhat blue, as his foot forcefully protested when he jerked so suddenly in his fit of cough, but he managed to keep most of his composure.

“Miss Fowler is a good worker and a caring person,” he said. “Alba has… has taken a liking to her. That is not so strange, is it?”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

“She has?”

Mrs. Daupre took a sip of wine, watching her son weave about some sort of explanation. She turned to Cheyanne.

“I hope your father is enjoying his retirement from the armed forces. It’s nice to hear your mother is an lady of enterprising. She is indeed lucky her husband survived service.”

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Divinatas – Oct 13, 2008 at 1:46 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was trying desperately to have that cool poise that Mrs. Daupre exhibited so well, but she just knew her face was red, and redder more still when Mr. Daupre nearly choked himself to death. …and said she was a caring person! Did he really think she was caring? Cheyanne prodded at her dinner with her fork, feigning great interest in what she was looking at.

“They’re doing very well.” Now wasn’t the time to complain about her parents insisting she get married and have them some more grandchildren like her sister did. She could just see Peter running with that!

“I think Alba just likes me because I’m not afraid of her. Everyone else at the Atlier are near terrified of her, and she really just wants some attention.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 13, 2008 at 1:55 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Mrs. Daupre smiled slightly.

“Well, Alba is a bird of prey after all. How curious… Alba has never taken a liking to anyone before, asides Alphonse. Sometimes being watchful over others all the time can get lonely, I suppose.

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Divinatas – Oct 13, 2008 at 2:06 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

That sounded more like a description of Mr. Daupre than Alba. He was constantly watching over his staff. Of course at the thought of him being lonely, Cheyanne was pink all over again. She reached out quickly to take a swallow of water.

Ahem! “It’s a good thing she likes me, or I might have left and never realized how nice it is to work at the Atelier! I really enjoy my job, and the opportunity to try Mr. Daupre’s clothes.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 13, 2008 at 2:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Mrs. Daupre gave a gentle nod.

“I’m glad you are doing well, child,” she said. “Thank you for helping my son. And thank you Mr. Little,” she said giving Little Peter a smile, “for being so helpful as well.”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse casted beaming Peter a slightly gloomy look.

“Miraculous help indeed,” he muttered.

“On other things,” Alphonse said looking dignified, “Miss Fowler and Peter are staying at the town nearby, with a group.”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Mrs. Daupre elegantly tilted her head with graceful disregard.

“Of course they are staying here tonight, Etienne. It is too dark already to send people out at this hour; this is not a big city after all. Miss Fowler, I have a room for you next to Mr. Little’s room. I hope you will find it to your liking.”

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Divinatas – Oct 14, 2008 at 6:20 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I’m sure it will be comfortable!” Cheyanne tried to give Mr. Daupre a reassuring smile, especially with him looking so gloomy! Of course, she was going to have to be really clever on thinking up some way to explain where she and Peter disappeared to.

“We can leave first thing in the morning, so no one worries.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 14, 2008 at 8:22 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“Why exactly is this a cause for worry? You both have helped my son. What else is there to say?” The lady asked. Alphonse shook his head.

“I prefer to keep my domicile anonymous as far as my staff is concerned, mother – as you well know. Being famous can be a most unfortunate thing.”

Alphonse narrowed his eyes looking almost as arrogant as he could get when he was back at work – however, he was just forcing it this time in order to convince his mother.

“I could take them back myself but if I do there would be questions. I don’t…”

“This is most unnecessary,” Mrs. Daupre said. “All this is quite ridiculous. What would people do, sneak into the premises?”

“I don’t want to find out, mother. Indulge me, please.”

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Divinatas – Oct 15, 2008 at 1:06 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Well, Mr. Daupre’s style is so well renowed there are a lot of fanatical people that want to know everything there is to know about him.” chimed in Cheyanne.

“This morning, I chatted with a woman that said she’s collected all of the catalogs and model images that she could find, as well as news reports and magazine advertisements. She said ‘Anything of Alphonse Daupre’s is priceless!’ and told me all about how she wished she could marry a man like Mr. Daupre and how fabulous it would be to wear nothing but his fashions. Of course I agreed, up until she said that sometimes she sneaks a boy out to dig in the trash for fabric scraps. Afterwords I told Marie, that maybe we should keep an eye on the trash in case any crazed stalkers appear.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 15, 2008 at 1:45 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse casted Cheyanne a look of horrified mystification. Was she just helping him to persuade his mother, or was that she had just said true?

“Well… something like that, yes…”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Mrs. Daupre blinked, then looked at her offspring.

“Oh my,” she said. “Are you quite alright, dear?” She did notice his shock, even if he tried to dissimulate it.

“Well, if that is the case… I guess you may be right. My goodness, New Amsterdam is dangerous! I am not partial to lies of any color, though. I may as well take back miss Fowler and mr. Little myself on a coach tomorrow. After all, nobody knows me.” She ignored the look of alarm on her son’s eyes.

“Where is your group staying…?”

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Divinatas – Oct 16, 2008 at 5:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Did Mr. Daupre not realize how many crazy ladies were out there? Women were notorious for becoming obsessed fanatics, that was true in every reality!

Mrs. Daupre caught her by surprise offering to return them home personally. That was the very opposite of what was supposed to happen! “Oh, miss, you needn’t have to do that. I can easily explain that we ran in to a friend and stayed the night. It’s true, after all. Mr. Daupre came to spend time with you, so we shouldn’t be stealing you away like that.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 16, 2008 at 5:57 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked.

“Mother, that won’t be necessary!” He said with a frown. “Why, I can take them back myself tomorrow. I can just say…” He made a pause of desperate thinking!

“I could just say I had an accident and they helped me back to a friend’s house… and they had to stay the night because…” Alphonse nibbled on his lip. “Because she had to carry me on her back and she passed out till the next day!”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Little Peter was giggling into his napkin. Mrs. Daupre raised her eyebrows in very dignified astonishment!

“That is atrocious! There is no way you could say something like that, poor miss Fowler!”

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Divinatas – Oct 16, 2008 at 6:03 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne blinked in surprise at Mr. Daupre’s very interesting explanation and Mrs. Daupre’s shocked reply.

Then suddenly… she laughed! She laughed so hard it was very hard to be able to catch her breath again! “Well, I don’t know! I might try something like that, and certainly pass out because my corset was too tight! Carrying a man while wearing a corset is difficult for sure!” Just the thought of him trying to tell that story and all the shocked faces of the Atelier staff… she couldn’t stop giggling!

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Azul Morag – Oct 16, 2008 at 6:15 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse stared in shock as Cheyanne laughed so hard she could have fallen from her chair! He blushed furiously.

“It was just an idea!” He protested as she laughed. Her remarks about her corset made his ears scarlet and he could have died just from the look on his mother’s face!

“Well, you could [i]try[/i] a better suggestion!”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Mrs. Daupre was a very prim and elegant lady, but her delicate ears were red and she took a long moment before she could reply. Her eyebrow twitched slightly… but she couldn’t afford laugh in front of her scandalized son – he would have died from the look of him.

“Indeed, that would be quite difficult to accomplish,” she finally said. Peter was laughing so hard he was getting blue and the lady bit her lip.

“Have some water, Mr. Little,” she said – and finally she couldn’t help giggling!

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Divinatas – Oct 16, 2008 at 6:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was really trying to get that giggling under control, and even she had to try and take a long sip of water. Which quite nearly choked her good when she still couldn’t stop giggling. But she did her best to look nice and proper and keep a straight face as she tried another suggestion.

“Well, I don’t know why we can’t (koffgiggle) just say I ran in to a friend. (ahem!) It’s not like we’ll look put through some terror, so they’ll have no reason to get suspicious!”

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Azul Morag – Oct 16, 2008 at 6:39 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse looked rather wilted.

“But they will ask who,” Alphonse pointed out, incisively. “They are always asking for all the gruesome details!”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

Having quickly regained her composure, Mrs. Daupre smiled.

“All this is very ridiculous,” she said, drawing a startled look from her son. “I am guessing we could ask the constable to take them back to their accommodations in the morning when he does his rounds. If you are so intent in hiding from your own staff, we could say they were simply lost and had to stay in a different accommodation.”

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Divinatas – Oct 16, 2008 at 7:40 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was grinning. The whole thing was pretty silly, but it was bound to be worked out one way or another. “That also sounds pretty reasonable to me. There’s no reason to worry.”

Her face was starting to hurt from all of the grinning and giggling, so Cheyanne sighed trying to get herself back in order. Now she was feeling rather tired, not realizing just how long the day had been! “In the meantime, we could all use some rest. Especially you, Mr. Daupre. You had a long afternoon.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 16, 2008 at 7:58 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse casted Cheyanne a slightly murderous look. Long afternoon indeed! Alphonse’s foot hurt like hell and his pride wasn’t in much better condition right now. He stabbed a brussels sprout with his fork.

“I suppose,” Alphonse finally said. “It’s been a long day.”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=387][B]Mrs. Adelaide Daupre[/B]

The butler came in to announce the doctor had arrived. Mrs. Daupre gave instructions to show the doctor to Alphonse’s chambers and arranged for her son to be carried upstairs (without any dessert, but that was not intentional!)

“Thank you again for helping my son, Miss Fowler and Mr. Little. I will show you to your rooms myself dinner; you may stay and wait for dessert. I will go upstairs to assist the doctor.”

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

Blood Promise (pt1)

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Title: Blood Promise: (pt1) Traveling to Zantula
Number: 35
Date: May 22, 2008 at 7:42 PM
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Divinatas – May 22, 2008 at 7:42 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=88]Kasimira

“You understand that if you choose to speak out against us at the next council meeting, you will be labled as a traitor to the tribe, bring shame upon your family, and ultimately be put to death.” It was a statement more than a question.

She met his gaze with a cold glittering strare. How dare he threaten her, after all that she and her family had done for their tribe. Accusing her of being a traitor when [u]they[/u] were the ones pulling strings to put money and power in their own pockets. She didn’t reply.

“Your silence speaks volumes. Make your choice wisely, Daughter of Alkaios.”

Why she thought of that moment now, she couldn’t be sure. She had just pulled herself and some dinner out of the river, currently watching the fish fry over the fire. Perhaps it was because she imagined Councilman Hytar roasting in a black pan, squealing for mercy he most certainly didn’t deserve. His threats hadn’t frightened her in the least. Kasimira wasn’t afraid to die, and one couldn’t shame a family that was already passed on. In fact, up until the very morning of the tribal meeting, Kasimira had fully intended to stand up in front of her clan and reveal every single dirty, dishonorable, despicable thing that the Tribal Council had been up to in the past several months since the death of their chief.

But she didn’t. Kasimira chose and the very last moment to throw her things in to a pack and leave. Why? Kasimira had never considering herself superstitious or spiritual. There was just this [i]feeling[/i]. An overwhelming thought that speaking out would have been a mistake, and that she needed to go.

Now here she was on her way to Zantula, wondering how running away like a fugitive was going to save her clan from those vipers. Kasimira poked at the roasting fish with a stick. Only time would tell.

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Ric – May 23, 2008 at 12:14 AM

[b]Re: Traveling to Zantula[/b]

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[B]Kabrin Brancin[/B]

[I]”Oh, dear lord…Brancin, is that you? All that blood…how did you even make it back? We’ve got to…”[/I]

[I]”None of it’s mine. Job’s done. I want my pay.”[/I]

Kabrin mentally swore to himself. It had taken him [I]forever[/I] to get all that blood out of his hair. And his claws – er, nails – [I]still[/I] had bits of dried blood under them. He snarled softly. He needed a drink. Badly.

Luckily enough, he was in a part of town that had plenty. He wandered a bit until he spotted one he’d never seen before. [I]Anzweir?[/I] he thought. [I]Unusual name, that…wonder what the place is like?[/I]

Heading inside, he noticed the…unique…atmosphere in the bar. It seemed more…calm…than most. He was going to stick out like a sore thumb, large fellow that he was. Finding the bar itself, he started over towards it, taking note of the barkeep studying something on the bar counter, out of sight. He plunked himself down on a stool near her.

“A barkeep who doesn’t watch the bar. Now that is original.” [/dashed]

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Alina Redd – May 23, 2008 at 12:27 AM

[b]Re: Traveling to Zantula[/b]

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Peri didn’t look up when the door opened, she hardly ever did. It was always apparent with in seconds as to whether a customer would cause trouble or not. Those were the ones she looked up for. The rest, well, they could be patient while she finished the page she was reading. To be honest, which she usually was, her education was more important than the customers that came in. Even if their patronage did help her pay for it.

The fact that she did not look up for Kabrin was unusual. Peri had all ready deduced that he could be trouble but their air in the room wasn’t electric enough that he would. At least not yet.

[I]”A barkeep who doesn’t watch the bar. Now that is original.”[/I]

“I figure what are they going to do, unbolt the tables from the floor and take off with them?” She smelled human, she looked human, and the only thing that looked even slightly abnormal were the bright green colour of her eyes and the look of knowing in them. Peri was an artist at being a human.

A glance was given over her shoulder as she took in who else was here. Nothing but two of her regulars who wouldn’t question anything. They kept to themselves, she liked that, customers who asked a lot of prying questions bothered her. Closing the 18th Century text book and pushing it to the side, she looked to Kabrin. “What’s your poison?”[/dotted]

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Ric – May 26, 2008 at 2:12 AM

[b]Re: Traveling to Zantula[/b]

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There was something…off…about the barkeep, Kabrin decided, that he couldn’t quite place. She had a whiff of canine about her, but that was common enough – most people in this city either owned a dog or lived with someone who did. With a shrug, he made a mental note to figure it out later. Instead of thinking about it, he half-grunted, half-chuckled at her joke.

“I wouldn’t put it past some people.” He angled his head around to look at the title of her text book. “Studying the War Years? You just keep getting more and more interesting. I didn’t think they even taught that anymore. Read about the Karreshir Scouts yet? Or the Vaspenheim Brigade?”

“As for my drink of choice, hmm….” He trailed off as he studied the various bottles and taps behind the bar. “You have Sangwine here? I didn’t think you could even find that outside of the Blood Lands. How’d you get ahold of that? Regardless, I think I’ll have a pint of whatever beer you’d care to reccommend.”[/dashed]

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Alina Redd – May 26, 2008 at 2:27 AM

[b]Re: Traveling to Zantula[/b]

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“The eighteenth century in general. I adore history. It’s my major.” Peri slid off the stool and made her way around to the other side of the bar so she could reach everything better. “Karreshir Scouts were last week’s topic of discussion. I’ve read the entire book before though. This is my second time going through the text.”

Peri was not prone to tells, years of practice had perfected her ability to bluff. However when he mentioned the Sangwine she flinched. The bottle was not supposed to be on the back display like that. It was supposed to be kept under the counter and served discreetly. Not that many humans actually knew about the blood wine, it was still better safe than sorry.

Peri remedied the oversight of whoever it was that had placed the bottle on the back display and put it back where it belonged next to the protein powder it often got mixed with under the counter. The stuff was handy to sate blood lust, at least temporarily, and mixed with the protein often gave wolves the ability to stave off their needs for an extra few hours.

“I have a good dark on tap.” Peri tilted her head to the side slightly, giving him a once over. “Yes, you’ll like it.” She grabbed a glass and filled before setting it down in front of him. “So, what brings you here?”[/dotted]

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Divinatas – May 28, 2008 at 7:42 PM

[b]Re: Traveling to Zantula[/b]

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=88]Kasimira

Kasimira entered the bar escorted by a fat balding little man, who could barely contain his nerves. She was trying not to grit her teeth as he practically scampered across the floor to an empty table, motioning a hand for her to sit, as his eyes darted around the room looking for perceived dangers. He reminded her of a mouse that had sneaked out from it’s hole in to a room full of hungry cats. Taking a seat, sitting stiffly straight and folding her hands on the table, she didn’t take her eyes off the little man. When he plopped in to his own chair, he signaled for drinks and didn’t dare to speak until he had swallowed more than half of the mug.

“Aaah…” he gasped after a long gulp. “Better, better. Now, about this job. I told you I am a carrier, but this job is just to – just to much for me to handle by myself, you see.” She didn’t fail to notice how his hand was shaking so badly, it was sloshing the beer in his glass. “You get the largest percentage for delivering it, of course, but I can’t agree to allow you – it – to go unguarded.” The sudden scowl across her face must have made her thoughts clear as he quickly adjusted his statement. “I mean, it takes at least two for delivery for one must carry it and the other would handle any dangers or problems that might come up as it would be a disaster were it damaged in transit, and of course were I not so- so- so old I would accompany you myself, of course!”

Kasimira was just barely holding her patience, understanding full well the man didn’t want to go himself because he was apparently frighted out of his frazzled little wits. However, after a moment or two of tapping her fingers against the table, she finally nodded. “Reasonable enough. So whom am I supposed to take with me on this little voyage, or have you not figured that out yet?” She was doing well not to sound overly sarcastic.

“Well, I- Here is a good place to find freelancers like yourself, it’s why I brought you here, of course.” he stammered, darting his eyes around the room again.

“You expected me to ask a random stranger in a bar?” Kasimira replied, alarmed. Clearly the man was insane. If she had any sense, and weren’t in such desperate need for money, she would have walked out right then.

The fat little man looked appalled and almost fearful that she was about to crack something over his head. He quickly shuffled to his feet. “No, no. I mean, I will ask someone, of course, of course!” He didn’t wait for a reply before he practically ran to the bar to speak with the bartender. “Madam Peri, I need a freelancer to help delivery a package.” he glanced worriedly back at Kasimira. “You always know who to recommend, and I need one straight away!”

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Ric – May 29, 2008 at 1:15 AM

[b]Re: Traveling to Zantula[/b]

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“With your stock, I wouldn’t be surprised if you have the monthly meetings of the Sons of Karreshir here on occasion. You’ve got all their favorite drinks.” Kabrin winked at Peri, acknowledging the mistake and indicating that he would keep his mouth shut.

He accepted the beer wordlessly, paying his tab in advance, as he always did, with a pair of gold thirteen-mark pieces and nodding to Peri. He took a swig of it and smiled. It had to be the best beer he’d ever tasted in Human-controlled territory. Continuing to sip it, he shrugged.

“I hadn’t been in here before. Thought I’d see what it was like. I rather like it here, actually. It’s a nice place you run. And, ah, I have a bit of an interest in history myself. Or bits of it, at any rate. Look into the Valsin Irregulars, if you ever get a chance. Not in many history books, bit of an embarrassment to both sides.”

He heard the fat man and his companion walk in, and if he’d had cat ears at the moment, they’d have flattened. The man was shaking so hard Kabrin could hear his joints rattling. He fell silent and returned to his drink.

When the fellow came up to Peri and asked about freelancers, he didn’t wait for Peri’s response, and instead responded without introduction.

“Where is the package going? And you’d best have payment in gold or platinum, or copper if you’re particularly hardy, as I don’t trust silver or notes of credit.” [/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 7:08 PM

[b]Re: Traveling to Zantula[/b]

[soli][b]The Shaking Man[/b]

The quaking man was startled to have someone interested so quickly, and the look on his face suggested he was entirely too suspicious of the fact. “I… yeees.” he started slowly, seeming to take his time in deciding on whether or not he planned on speaking to the stranger rather than Peri.

“There- there is a town not too far outside of Zantula. Ganbesh. I pay in gold 60%. The rest is given when the package is delivered. A fair d-deal, a fair deal indeed.” he stuttered. “Sharing payment with the package holder, of course, of course.” He stole a glance at Kasimira again who was giving him an impatient stare.

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Ric – Jun 18, 2008 at 8:41 PM

[b]Re: Traveling to Zantula[/b]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=3&pictureid=84] Kabrin arched an eyebrow. “Sixty percent up front? That’s unusually high. Normal escort jobs are more on the order of thirty…keeps the escort from getting too curious, if you know what I mean. High up-fronts means there’s something you aren’t telling. Still, if you’re offering, I don’t take jobs that pay less than twelve hundred. Even ‘simple’ escort jobs.”

He drained the rest of his beer stein and plunked it back down in front of himself. “And if you don’t mind, miss, I’d like another stein. Just keep it coming until either my tab won’t pay for more,” he pointed at the coins still on the counter, “Or until you decide I’ve had enough.”
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Masquerade – Jun 19, 2008 at 1:24 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=14&pictureid=149][b]Garren[/b]

If the man who had chosen that precise moment to burst into the bar had been blind, he never would have been able to dodge the hard end of bread chucked angrily at his face.

If he had been mute, he would not have been able to belt out the more embarrassing version of “My Bonny Lass” at the top of his lungs.

If he had been deaf, he would have missed the business transaction doing on right under the pretty barkeep’s nose.

No, he was none of those things. So how did he miss the obvious glares of contempt? The derogatory remarks about his ancestry? The way the folk looked at the half-healed claw marks on his exposed chest or eyed his wolfish grin? Perhaps he was sound of body, but based on his exuberance, perhaps he was not entirely sound of mind.

Garren spun himself into a seat, fished out a few coppers to plunk on the counter, and winked cheerfully at Peri. He hadn’t seen a pretty girl in weeks now, and although he was more or less a gentleman when it came to those matters (or at least he paid first and screwed after), it was nice to have the option to appreciate a lass. It seemed that on this side of the river, mostly it was pretty humans to be had, judging by the aforementioned barkeep and the cute blond standing a few paces back, as if the taps might be infected.

Ooooh, she was cute even with that vague sneer on her face. What an armful. Bartenders were always spicy, but they never took to flirting unless you had gold, and he was fresh out at the moment.

He might not be the smartest were in the forest, but he knew a client when he smelled one. The pretty blond one was watching the shaking sack of flesh like a hawk– she was probably his job, or at the least his employer. Time to make friends.

“If you’re looking for an escort or something, you’ll want more than two hires unless you’re staying close by, and for hire number two, I’m definitely the man you want.” He grinned at Kasimira and dusted off his pants with exaggerated care. “What’s the job, anyway? Looking to get back home? I can bet I’d undercut Mr Shaky over there and do a better job, too. ‘Specially if you’re looking to cut to the far of the river. I’ve been on this side too long, so I’ll be more than happy to see you there. ‘Course, a job’s a job so if you’re headed further this way I could do that too. No one holds truer to a taken job than Garren Ulfgürd. My word’s better’n gold, and harder to steal even when the other side is choice, if you know what I mean.” He winked at her jovially.

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Alina Redd – Jun 19, 2008 at 3:28 PM

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“60 upfront means you have to go through Zantula.. which means there are going to be normally peacefuls that want to rip your heart out to stop you from getting to Ganesh. Whatever is being delivered has enemies that want it.” Peri grabbed the stein and filled it again, setting it down infront of Kabrin before the door burst open and in came another obvious were. “You people need to learn to hide yourselves better.” She grummbled under her breath as the man set the coppers down on the counter.

“As for who I’d suggest, this one,” she gestured toward Kabrin, “has a good head on his shoulders from the look of things. The other one however, needs work on his cover. And as always, grandfather, I am at your services. I can afford to hand the bar over for a few weeks if I need to.” Ther term grandfather was used more as a sign of respect for the old man, they werent related by a long shot. Of course now it would be obvious that she wasn’t human at all, but that was beside the point by now.

Peri ducked under the counter for a moment, producing a beer glass and a jar of powder. She poured what looked like two tablespoons into the glass before going to the nearest tap and filling it the rest of the way before setting that one down infront of Garren. “Keep your eyes in your head, sweetheart, I ain’t interested.”[/dotted]

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Masquerade – Jun 19, 2008 at 3:49 PM

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Garren’s ears, human or not, twitched a little as Peri spoke. His indignant cry of, “Cover, what cover?!” was run roughshod as she went on to tell him to keep his eyes to himself. He drank the concoction with a growl of appreciation, licking the edge of the glass before setting it back down on the counter.

“First up, I make no pretenses, missy, ‘cuz if you’re not yourself then who do you think you’re going to be? And second, I can’t help that you’re pretty.” Now that she’d made herself more obvious, he wondered how he’d missed it. She was [i]good[/i], but all the effort she put into the disguise just made him sad and angry all at once. She was beautiful and felt that she needed to hide it, just because some people took exception– that should be made a crime in itself.

“Don’t worry. I don’t touch where I’m not welcome when it comes to women.

“Hey!” He turned in the general direction of Kasimira and the old man, eyes lighting up. “Woman on a trip’s a good asset, ‘specially if it’s like she says. An’ she looks smart, so she’s probably right somehow. Woman looks less threatening, and if [i]I’m[/i] right she’ll be a good companion for the other one. Y’know, even the odds…” He was a little vague on this last point, but he’d traveled with enough caravans to know that women preferred to travel in groups and never left a single one alone with a male.

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Divinatas – Jun 19, 2008 at 7:48 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=88][b]Kasimira[/b]

The shaking man didn’t seem to have a problem with Kabrin’s pay request. In fact he nodded his head up and down quickly. “Yes, yes. That’s reasonable. Of course, you have to split with her,” he pointed over his shoulder at Kasimira, “In-in fact two thousand total. Figure out the share between yourselves.”

The door burst opened entering a figure, and the shaking man nearly jumped right out of his skin at the sight at Garren! He even did a double take seeming to have noticed something the second time around, and looked all the more eager to rush! His mouth dropped open in horror when the intruder spoke directly to Kasimira as loud as he pleased.

“Don’t talk to me.” Kasimira stated flatly to Garren, not taking her eyes off Mr. Shaky. This man was a were, and he didn’t even have the shame to hide it. If they weren’t in neutral territories, and if she didn’t need this job so badly, she might have very well stuck a knife between his eyes and put himself out of his misery.

“Shush… shush! You stupid beast, someone will hear you!” Mr. Shaky hissed at Garren! Mr. Shaky was now shaking so badly, he could hardly reach in to his pockets to pull out a small package. He shoved it in to Kasimira’s hands almost dropping it in the process! “Th-this is the package! Don’t ever open it, and take it to Rever at Graden Hollow in Zantula.” Digging in to his other pocket he had a pouched, of which he gave to Kabrin. “First part of the payment.”

With that, Mr. Shaky practically ran out of the building as if hell itself were on his heels! The door made a loud slam behind him!

Kasimira placed the package in a bag she had hung over her shoulder. “I’m ready to leave. Now.” The sooner they left, the better.

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Masquerade – Jun 19, 2008 at 10:11 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=14&pictureid=149][b]Garren[/b]

“Hey, I got it the other way around. Heh. Sorry, guess I’m used to pretty girls looking for saving. And, you know, he was doing all his own talking and all. Moneybags don’t normally descend to talk to folk themselves.” Garren chose to ignore both Kasimira’s order and the man’s frantic chastisement.

“Buuut… it looks like I ended up right anyway, since you’re the one holding the money!” He beamed and straightened his jacket. “So. Zantula’s on the far side of the river, where I’m wanting to go, and I’ve done runs all over this area so it turns out I’m a pretty ideal choice. Take the big one to scare off brigands and the pretty one so you have someone to talk to, and we’re off!”

Garren patted Kasimira absently on the head as he looked around. “And we should go soon, too, since now that the real moneybags left everyone knows what you’re holding. Don’t worry,” he added with another smile, already sliding into a lower stance, “I’m a good guy to have at your back.”

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Alina Redd – Jun 19, 2008 at 11:10 PM

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Peri grabbed the jar and set it back down under the counter with a heavy thud. This pup was starting to piss her off and she was wondering how the hell he’d made it this far into the human city limits without being shot yet. Of course at this rate she was willing to shoot him for everyone else. A low warning growl was starting to emit from her throat. Peri hadn’t used her advantage as an alpha in a very long time but she would in order to put this man in his place.

“We aren’t leaving until we have provisions and weapons. I also need to make a few calls and hand the bar off to someone else for the time being.” She banged a bottle of water down infront of Kasimira. “Drink it. You need it.”

Finally she looked to Garren. “And as for you….” She leaned in close and lowered her voice. “You will control yourself until we are outside of city limits or I will control yourself for you. Am I understood?” Her eyes narrowed. “You are so [I]fucking[/I] lucky none of my human customers are in right now.” With that she gave Kabrin a look before moving herself down toward the other end of the bar where she kept the phone to make a few calls. [/dotted]

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Masquerade – Jun 20, 2008 at 12:01 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=14&pictureid=149][b]Garren[/b]

“Hn. She really thinks she’s that hot.” Garren refused to sit– too many people had either seen or heard gold being exchanged, and it wasn’t safe no matter what the female said. And he’d seen men with a lot more swagger and a lot less manners than he had getting away without people pouncing on him from all angles. Talk about the short end of the stick. Even his own were against him, it seemed, and they were really within neutral bounds.

Technically. When there were enough people to uphold those boundaries.

Well, there was him.

He eyed the exit wistfully and held his ground–his boss was the one with the goods until she said otherwise– and sang under his breath. “Well my bonny lass has a red, red dress…”

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 12:22 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=88][b]Kasimira[/b]

With the bartender’s reaction to that obnoxious were, Kasimira suddenly realized she was the only human in the place. Worse yet, that fleeing coward had hooked her up with another bloody filthy were as her travel companion… and now she’d be surrounded by them? Kasimira was going to walk out then and there to deliver the package on her own, but the man had given the [i]money[/i] to Kabrin!

It was a struggle to keep her attitude under control. A job was a job, she reminded herself. She was not in Stanislava and they would be going to territories that weres freely roamed and even controlled. If she couldn’t keep her distaste to herself there was going to be more trouble than she needed. And she really didn’t want to draw attention to herself.

That didn’t stop Kasimira from snatched the bottle of water from the bar and shoving it in to Garren’s hands. “Be [i]quiet[/i]. Your chatter is offending my ears.”

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Masquerade – Jun 20, 2008 at 12:30 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=14&pictureid=149][b]Garren[/b]

Garren preferred water from the river still skin-numbing with icemelt, but this would do as well. He let the bottle sit idly in one hand for now, though, and smiled at Kasimira despite her chilling scowl.

“I’ll shut up for the next candlemark if you give me a kiss. Just on the cheek, you know.” His grin broadened. “With your lips, mind. None of that playing with words stuff. Besides, if you kissed me with steel, I’d have to think you didn’t want to be friends.”

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 12:46 AM

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“I’d sooner kiss a scorpion.” Kasimira hissed. For second it looked as if she were going to pull a weapon on him, or stab him in the face, or perhaps something worse. But she turned away.

She rest her hands on her hips, clearly not caring for Peri’s need to gather up supplies and take care of her business. She tapped her fingers. “I want to leave now before this stupid animal causes any trouble. Unless you want to hand over my share of that money and let me leave. Frankly, I don’t care for nor need any escorts, and if you already have your money, there’s no need to bother me.”

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Masquerade – Jun 20, 2008 at 1:02 AM

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“Well, the offer will stand.”

Garren was more concerned over the gold and the goods right now. It might be something stupid, like the shaking man’s favorite pair of boots, or it might be something very important, like a rare piece of technology or ore. Whatever it was, that was a bigger mark than he for all it was a fraction his size. The money would be where that was. He wasn’t particularly smart, but he knew enough to figure that bringing it to its destination and then ransoming it for better payment could be a profitable venture.

Of all the people here, she sat well with herself. She seemed to be a bit stiff and prickly, but she hadn’t simply made off with what was obviously a valuable parcel and that spoke to her honor.

Whatever was going to happen, he hoped it would happen soon. He always felt better with a destination in mind. “And I’m not an animal,” he added mildly. “Although I confess that I might be a bit slow.”

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Alina Redd – Jun 20, 2008 at 2:02 AM

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Slamming the phone down she came back over to the others, about ready to grab the pup by the scruff and send him sailing across the room. A glower was sent toward Kasimira. Reaching under the counter she pulled out another bottle of water and slammed it down infront of Kasimira again.

“Sure you don’t need escorts. You want to be dead by the end of the day the moment you cross the safety line. I know. You have death wish written all over you. Unfortunately something tells me we don’t get paid completely unless you’re there to deliver it for some reason unbeknownst to me. Hell if I even know why you’re the carrier. Fucking humans, can never keep things to themselves.”

Almost like lightning Peri reached out and grabbed Garren by the throat. Her eyes were glowing a dangerous colour. “You will calm down now. I will not tolerate having to break a puppy the entire time.” If he seriously didn’t not respond to a dominate were at this rate, she’d shoot him by the end of the night. Once again she thanked the gods that the only two patrons in the bar were also weres who knew her well. Unfortunately a human could walk in at any moment, roles needed to be established now.

After a few moments of staring Garren down she let him drop the ground and moving to Kabrin’s side. “Is there anything you require specifically for this trip? I can get pretty much anything and if everyone can be discreet enough we can stop by my flat a few blocks away.” [/dotted]

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Masquerade – Jun 20, 2008 at 7:38 AM

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Garren laughed.

“Wow, talk about the pot calling the kettle black.” He could almost smell the desire to change all over her. And to top it off, it looked like she was another supremacist– maybe the tendency ran in females. “Don’t worry, I come housebroken and everything. But you’re not my boss. At the best, one of them is.” He pointed out Kabrin and Kasimira.

“The big guy could give me a kiss like the female, but I doubt he’d want to. In his case, gold would do just as well. Unless we’re going already.”

He took the bottle meant for Kasimira and gestured with them, coming closer to her to murmur next to her ear. “If they want to come they’ll follow you, but if they don’t… swear me compensation and I’ll see you to your mark even if the hells boiled over tomorrow.” She was right. The big one had the gold and could easily split it between just their two.

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 8:07 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=88][b]Kasimira[/b]

Kasimira didn’t like her tone and she didn’t like her attitude. She wasn’t easily stared down nor did she take to being treated with such a blatant disregard, that her fingers were itching to pull out the knife she had hidden under her shirt. That heathenish little bitch dared to-

“I’m going ahead. Catch up when you’re finished.” It was a flat out order. The were said so herself – there was no delivery or complete payment without Kasimira delivering the package. The sooner the little beasts realized who was actually in charge, the easier this trip would be. There was no need for her to explain her skills just to put a were in her place. And if they decided not to follow and keep the money, it would have been worth it to be rid of them.

Kasimira turned on a heel and walked out the door, leaving Peri and Kabrin at the bar. She didn’t bother to speak to the obnoxious one that had decided to trail after her like a lost puppy until she was at the road.

“I don’t like you. But I dislike you less than her, so if you make yourself useful like a good dog-” she eyed him carefully, yes he was the wolfy type wasn’t he, “I might, [i]might[/i] consider paying you instead of nailing your corpse to the nearest tree.”

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Masquerade – Jun 20, 2008 at 4:10 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=14&pictureid=149][b]Garren[/b]

He was right. She was feisty!

“You’d have a hard time of it, but you’ll see that I’m useful enough. And I wish you wouldn’t call me a dog. I don’t go around calling you a monkey. Can’t we just hug and make up?” He gave her a goofy, hopeful grin, but her scowls weren’t getting any warmer. He sighed.

“Or at least shake hands?” She, at least, seemed comfortable with herself, if not with other people. There would be time to coax her into warming up later. She’d appreciate his tenacity later, when the nights got colder and heavy with approaching winter snow.

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Divinatas – Jun 21, 2008 at 5:54 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=88][b]Kasimira[/b]

Kasimira stopped at the road and waited. She would allow those weres to make arrangements, but she wouldn’t wait for long. This one here now needed to understand his boundaries. It was much easier to establish without raging interference.

Snagging his collar with a single finger, she pulled him down to eye level. Kasimira didn’t grab and jerk like Peri, need to growl or flash her teeth. She was fluid and smooth, speaking softly but with all the command of a queen. “You’re loud and draw too much attention. Do nothing that will bring attention to us. No singing, dancing, loud voices, bragging, flirting or other nonsense. If you ever manipulate or betray me I will hurt you. Do as I say without question and I will protect you.”

Releasing his shirt collar, she pulled a gold ring out of her pocket and held it out in the palm of her hand. “You wanted gold.” She closed her hand quickly. “Promise that you’re mine and you can have it. I suppose I’ve always wanted a puppy.”

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Masquerade – Jun 21, 2008 at 7:24 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=14&pictureid=149][b]Garren[/b]

He liked her. Quick, clean, assertive. She kept looking at him that way, though, like he was dirt that learned how to talk. That had to be stopped. Dropping the easy grin, he tilted her chin up with a finger for a moment.

“I like to sing and dance and, most of all, laugh. But there is a time and a place, and even if I don’t know much, I do know the difference. To spare your ears I will try not to sing so much,” here a glimmer of a smile returned, but faded quickly, “But I am a person and not a slave. You cannot buy me without my consent, and certainly not like a puppy in store.”

“You will swear to me that ring is a promise and not a collar, and I will swear to you that I will follow you without question to your destination, and I will do all I can in my power to see you there safely. I would never betray a friend, and my word is as good as a golden ring, for it can’t be taken or lost.”

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Divinatas – Jun 21, 2008 at 7:47 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=88][b]Kasimira[/b]

Kasimira tilted back away from his finger and frowned. The were was not as stupid as he made himself out to be. He had struck her with an insult to her honor even if he didn’t realize it. Hatred for his kind or not, she didn’t intend to keep him as her property, regardless of what she called him.

“I don’t keep slaves, Wolf.” Wolf instead of puppy. It was a drastic difference. “I won’t pretend to like you. Don’t expect me to do anything but tolerate you. And I am most certainly not your friend.” she opened her hand and offered him the ring. “I promise. I am not your owner, just your boss.”

She waited for him to take the ring, and cast a glance back towards the bar to see if those other weres had bother to emerge yet. If she could reason with this one, perhaps it wouldn’t be too difficult to handle the other two as well.
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Masquerade – Jun 21, 2008 at 8:04 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=14&pictureid=149][b]Garren[/b]

Better, but not ideal. He took the ring from her and slipped it on his littlest finger, wondering what he’d done. He hadn’t even really taken a pose, like the one in the bar, but she’d upgraded him from a cute puppy to a dangerous wolf. And didn’t she know that allies were good, but friends were better? He decided to back off that topic altogether. There were times when a temporary retreat was the best action.

“If the one in there follows, you might want to go back to calling me Puppy or you’re like to get us mixed up.” And, he thought wistfully, she actually wanted a puppy. “I don’t mind if it’s you saying it. But what should I call you? Boss? Mistress?” He grinned at her, all tail-wags and goofiness again.

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Ric – Jun 25, 2008 at 12:15 AM

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Kabrin slipped the bag of gold into a pocket and sighed, rolling his eyes as he continued to nurse his beer throughout the argument. When Kasimira stormed out, he grunted, rolled his eyes, and carefully set his stein on the counter before turning to follow her. As he exited the bar, he gave Peri an exasperated “one minute” hand gesture.

Outside, he caught up to Kasimira and, grabbing her ’round the waist, slung her over his shoulder before turning to return to the bar. Ignoring her protests – and the wolf pup’s – he tromped back inside and set her roughly down on a bar stool next to his. Then, as he sat down himself and picked up his stein again, he spoke.

“We will leave when I finish my beer, and not a moment before. That should give Miss Peri enough time to make the necessary arrangements.”
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Divinatas – Jul 6, 2008 at 11:37 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=88][b]Kasimira[/b]

Kasimira was so stunned as she was flung over the man’s shoulder, that she could hardly sputter more than a few ‘whatareyou-!’ and ‘whatthe-!’ phrases before she found herself practically thrown on to a stool back inside that bar. To say she was furious would be a gross understatement! Kasimira was reaching for her back, with murder as her intent.

But the bar door splintered apart, a body having been literally thrown through it.

There he was, Mr. Shakey their quivering employer. His face bloodied, his arm chewed on, and he was most obviously dead. That alone was enough to make everyone take notice, but making matters worse several figures waltz through the shattered door, stepping over the splintered pieces of wood and Mr. Shakey’s body. Had it just been men, or just rogue weres it might have not been so outstanding… but this group was a combination of both! Full fledged furry weres, baring teeth and claws, men looking all too pleased at the thought of upcoming blood shed.

A unseen figured from outside was heard. “The package hasn’t left the building yet. Take it and kill all inside.”

Kasimira having forgotten her previous fury, repositioned her bag so it couldn’t be easily taken and pulled a long thin knife from somewhere at her pack in one fluid motion. It wasn’t fancy, it wasn’t new, but it was solid and clearly a good weapon. She climbed quickly on top of the bar to better defend.

“Three wolves, two lions, one bear and six humans!” she shouted out, having counted quickly. If they were going to live through [i]that[/i], the rest of them needed to know.

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Alina Redd – Jul 7, 2008 at 2:14 AM

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“Sure you don’t need escorts.” Peri was all ready tired of this and was now even more pissed that she had to pay for repairs on the property. If the damn human would stop being so snooty and acting like she was better than everyone else and the damn cub would stop mouthing off she would be fine. Of course things hardly ever went Peri’s way as was evident by the fact that she had a dead were and a bunch of soon to be dead people in her doorway.

“I am getting so sick of this shit. Seriously.” With that Peri sprung over the counter as if it were nothing, the only thing on her body shifting was her nails and her teeth. Both became longer and sharper, everything else looked completely human except her eyes. The startling green color was becoming more neon and feral looking with the second.

Peri did not place herself directly in front of Kasi, in all honesty she didn’t really want to protect the woman, just what the woman carried. Besides the woman would probably take it the wrong way, which, from the look of things, there wasn’t much the woman didn’t take the wrong way. However there was no doubt that Peri was ready to spring on any of the ones who decided to make a wrong move and give a helping hand to whoever needed it.

“Bring it fuckers.”
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Masquerade – Jul 8, 2008 at 10:04 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=14&pictureid=149][b]Garren[/b]

Garren was already on the verge of shifting, stalking after Kabrin with anger in his eyes. If this man, bigger than him or not, thought he could simply manhandle his hitherto unnamed employer with no consequences just to mollify some upstart…

Well, he had another thing coming. He was in the middle of piecing together an impromptu challenge, getting about as far as invading Kabrin’s personal space with his teeth bared, when the door exploded open.

Kabrin may have insulted him, but these people were going to kill him. And, likely, Kasimira.

“Haven’t seen company like this in a while.” He laughed, the noise becoming garbled and rasping as his bones popped and muscles creaked and groaned with his transformation. He emitted a piercing howl as soon as his throat settled, even while his skin rippled and writhed, scrambling to over his extra mass.

His exposed throat and the lunatic howl were too much for one of them– a werewolf launched prematurely at Garren, jaws snapping at his tantalizingly exposed throat. Garren let it happen, the howl ending in a snarl as he twisted to savage his attacker, pivoting with the momentum and letting the other were pull out fistfuls of fur as it swung into the bar and skidded down the care-worn surface towards Kasimira, displacing drinks and empty glasses in its scramble to get back up.

That was one separated from the group. He turned back to the rest of them and barely had time to pick another mark. He charged through them and sprang over a table to tackle the figure closest the door, slamming a human and a half through the debris near the opening and clear out to the other side. The ‘half’ nonetheless tumbled into the street and bounced back up, taking the time jerking a dislocated shoulder back into place. Garren backed up half a step, keeping them both in his field of vision.

This was more like it.

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Ric – Aug 10, 2008 at 4:32 PM

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Kabrin gave the wall behind the bar an annoyed look and resisted the urge to bang his head into said bar. All he’d wanted after that last job was a quiet drink. And here he couldn’t even finish a beer.

The human girl was kind enough to outline the composition of the forces against them, and while he appreciated it, he rather wished she’d given a little more information. Like where they were. He grumbled to himself and picked up his stein for one last drink before he joined the fray. As he brought it to his lips, he heard the pup egging on the wolves against them, and, as he turned a quick gulp into draining the stein, a thump and screeching shatter told him the pup had been successful. He grabbed the unfortunate wolf’s head with his free hand as he slid past, pulling him off the bar top with a yank, and, shoving his thumb into the jaw joint to force open the wolf’s mouth, slammed the wolf mouth-first into the edge of the bar, effectively embedding his teeth in the hard surface both top and bottom, and trapping his lower jaw against the wood. He further lodged the teeth in with a firm, but casual, blow of the stein on the muzzle.

Then, standing up, he shifted subtly, more so even than Peri – the only visible changes were his pupils, which had become the slits of a cat, and the faint ripple of his hair as it strove to become a full mane.

He turned, and launching himself off the front of the bar at the Bear were, let loose a roar truly befitting the King of Beasts…from his apparently wholly human throat. The bear, of course, trusting his superior mass to win out in such a contest, trundled forward to meet him. As if he’d been counting on it, Kabrin kicked off a table just as he flew over the edge, subtly changing his angle…just enough to sail over the bear’s head. A reach down, and he grabbed the bear’s chin as he passed, twisting in midair to throw the bear off his feet.

Regaining its feet, the bear lunged, despite being off balance – only to be sidestepped as Kabrin grabbed its jaw again, this time finding purchase behind the bone, in the soft flesh, and pulled, opposite to the bear’s charge. There was a loud snapping noise, and a tearing, and a spray of blood – and Kabrin held the bear’s head independent of its body.

He turned to regard the nearest opponents – the two lions, as it happened. A male and a female – a mere girl, who looked to be only a teen, and scared shitless to boot. He roared again, this time a challenge, and the male sprung forward to meet it – only to be casually sent sailing across the room, knocked out of the air as Kabrin swung the bear head like a mace.

He let the shift take him, and then, in his full leonine glory, he pointed at the girl. “You, girl,” he bellowed, his words laced with a snarl of authority. “You belong to me now.”
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Divinatas – Aug 13, 2008 at 10:10 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=88][b]Kasimira[/b]

There was a distinct advantage to being small and looking harmless. Men made the unfortunate mistake of assuming she was an easy mark. Kasimira was so light on her feet, she dodged any flying weapons in a fluid grace. The activities of the others were none of her concern, as she remained focused on the ones that came her way.

A hand grasped her ankle and Kasimira moved quickly, dropping herself off the bar to land piggyback on his shoulder’s. Holding him captive with locked thighs, the soft [i]shhhick[/i] was the only sound she made as she thrust it in to his neck. As his body fell, she rolled under a table doging the swing of someone’s sword.

At the first unfriendly pair of legs she spotted, Kasimira rolled again from under the table, twisting her legs around one of his knees much like a snake until she dropped his body to the floor and swiftly delivering another fatal knife to the neck. Human men that called themselves warriors were so use to fighting face to face with fists and metal… it was much too simple to stay low to the ground like an animal. Though, had she thought her movements were like one, she might have opted for something more combative.

The leonine were’s claim to that female was a temporary distraction. She snorted with disgust, muttering under her breath about Lion culture until Kasimira sighted one of the human’s pulling a small stick of something from a pocket and lighting up the end.

“Your lovely building is about to go up in flames with us in it, Madame Were.” Kasimira shouted with a sarcastic sort of humor. Staying close to the ground and creeping under tables, she was already moving for the exit. “West side, square table, golden hair, dynamite holding human.”

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CrashingChandelier – Aug 14, 2008 at 1:05 AM

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Marie strolled casually down the lane. It was a shadier part of town, but she’d gotten a flaky pastry to soothe her nerves. She clutched the parchment it was held by with one hand, a thick volume perched precariously on her other hand.

She hummed, oblivious to anything but her barest periphery, which was even further blunted by wire-frame glasses sitting unevenly on her nose. She hadn’t bothered to adjust them in a block and a half because this tome was just getting to the interesting part about how the ancient civilizations used to mix powdered plants to achieve a trance-like state…

She had no time, or even a snowball’s chance in hell, to dodge the flying door and subsequent airborne body that crashed squarely into her. Tumbling headlong after the flying mass, she came to rest with a groan. Marie blinked, the world had gone fuzzy.

“Drat!,” she exclaimed, those were her only pair of glasses, and without them she couldn’t read; a fate worse than death! She blindly felt around the soil and hit a wooden step… ‘Ah!,’ she thought, I must have lost them in this establishment. The commotion was disorienting as she crawled past scuffling pairs and trios of pugilistic confrontations. “Ah, there you are!,” she said a little too brightly for someone wallowing about on a now less than immaculate bar floor. Grabbing her scuffed spectacles she looked up, just in time to see a were, a lupus garrus to be more precise, turn and glare at her in the most terrifying lather of madness.

She let out a small squeak before her vocal cords tied themselves in tight little knots and her elbow lost it’s ability to hold her in a siting position. She slid back supine and watched in horror as the raging canid reared back on his hind legs, paw raised high in a coup de grace that would easily end the fragile little human…
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Alina Redd – Aug 14, 2008 at 1:55 AM

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“Since when did my bar become the middle east?” Peri was glowering at what would be the suicide bomber as she lept from the bar clear across the room at the dynamite holding idiot. There was no way she was going to lose her bar over some stupid moron who couldn’t add two numbers together. Idiot probably thought 1+1=7.

Bowling the man over as she deftly grabbed for the hand holding the dynamite she managed to land with him pinned underneath her as she doused the fuse between her thumb and forefinger. A small yelp emmited as she did so but that was the closest thing to revealing pain she let out. Mother fuck it hurt like a bitch in heat though. No matter what anyone said, putting out a fuse with your fingers hurt.

The next moment she was baring a full set of teeth at the human as she pinned him down. Giggling as his eyes filled with fear until she got a good wiff of something. “Did you seriously just piss yourself? Oh that is so gross!” She slammed his hand holding the dynamite against the floor until he dropped it, throughly crushing the hand in the process.

A moment later she was up and pointing to the exit. “Get the fuck out of my bar before I either remove you myself or get my shotgun to do the removing for me.”
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Masquerade – Aug 14, 2008 at 2:51 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=14&pictureid=149][b]Garren[/b]

Garren plowed his way through one stupid human, opening a wound on his chest big enough to cause problems unless the man found help soon. The second didn’t even stay long enough to help his companion, but scrambled away as soon as he heard Kabrin’s triumphant shout. It was around then that he noticed two things:

1) Smoke. A lot of it, and from no single direction he could determine.
2) A very foolish and very young girl wandering into the bar.

Well, it was about time he joined the others anyway. Bounding in, he leapt at the first thing that moved– another wolf, towering and half-mad, going for a kill. Garren’s dive threw him into the other were high, and he heard a sharp snap as his opponent’s extended arm caught on a sturdy table. He dug his claws into the floor to kill his momentum and shook himself, shifting back long enough to grab Kasimira and whisper urgently in her ear, then bounding off in a very woflish lope despite his acquisition of arms and legs, heading for the door.

Along the way he scooped up the girl and, as an afterthought, her book as well. He didn’t know too much about letters (and had to read with the aid of his index finger) but he knew that books were a reasonably precious commodity.

The human from before was back, armed this time with a sword. The smoke was thick now, and the village was buzzing with activity as people tried frantically to rescue possessions and loved ones and douse the rampant flames. Garren had run out of patience for the whole ordeal. He wanted to wash the foul blood off his hands and out of his mouth, he wanted to eat a nice meal and clear the stench of burning flesh and timber from his nose, and he wanted to take a nice nap by the river with the prospect of seeing his pretty new employer across the fire come dawn.

“Out of my way,” he growled. The man wavered for a moment, but refused to move. Garren shifted the girl higher on his shoulder, holding her braced with one arm like a babe.

“Out. Of. My. Way.” His flesh and bones rippled, his frame expanding as he reinforced his threat. They needed to leave. Now.

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CrashingChandelier – Aug 14, 2008 at 8:55 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=20&pictureid=191]Scooped up by yet another shifter, Marie was whisked out of the bar. She couched, the sweet-acrid stench or burning wood wafted through the ever-thickening air as she squirmed against his grip. But her efforts were in vain as her hip was securely fastened against his by way of an arm, seemingly made of iron for all poor Marie could do about it. In her current predicament all she could think to do was complain meekly, as if perhaps he would see the reason in her resigned jeremiads.

Unfortunately that was not the case. In fact, as her luck would have it, things went from bad to worse. The mans body quaked and rippled as muscled and tendons rearranged themselves with a terrifying ease. Marie saw the claws growing from underneath his cuticles and realized the cover of her book was in mortal danger!

Mustering up her courage, Marie managed to find her voice in defense of the precious faction, “Ah, my book…!” She reached for it feebly; her struggle became Sisyphean as the strength of her captor increased.[/solid]

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Divinatas – Aug 19, 2008 at 7:24 PM

[dot]Someone shouted at the female leonine were to kill the enemy, but he clearly had no idea of lion customs! Though she had spirit and spunk, she was too young to even consider defying an order from the one that had now newly claimed her. There was a submissive growl from her as she backed off from the fight, lingering close to Kabrin and ready to follow his commands.

Outside things were taking a turn for the worse. The strings-puller, the ring-leader, the big man in charge… He was watching patiently from his spot of safety. Though the attempt at acquiring the package was turning out to be more difficult than he anticipated, that stone look never left his face. At a motion of his hand, his waiting men outside had moved in to town, setting explosives and burning buildings. What he was seeking was more important than the lives that were being destroyed.

At first glance, it seemed that Peri’s direct order was being followed when several of the men were scrambling fast out of her bar. …But a loud explosion from the back kitchen, alert that the entire building was about to come down with them and everyone in it!
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Kasimira had wanted odd jobs to make a little money and stay low profile until she figure out what she was going to do with her life. This was NOT low profile. If she weren’t already associated with this damned packaged, she would have handed it over to them weres and said ‘Good Luck!’. Now she was stuck in something that was starting to look much bigger than she desired to be involved with, and the entire thing was pissing her off.

And if they didn’t leave [i]now[/i], she suspected they’d all be slaughtered before figuring out what was so damned important.

Kasimira slipped out a door, making sure those two weres inside saw her leave, but made sure to keep herself well hidden outside. Those weres had her scent and would be able to find her quick enough, if they were smart. The town was now screaming with chaos, those men destroying everything they go their hands on. For a brief moment, as Kasimira was quickly dashing off towards trees for cover to make her way off for the meeting place Garren suggested… she thought she saw a familiar face! But now, just getting out of that doomed town alive was top priority.

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(This might have come off really weird, but I’m trying to swiftly transition us on to the next scenes… >>; )

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New Amsterdam

New Amsterdam: A New World (pt3.1)

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Title: A New World (pt3.1)
Number: 139
Date: Aug 4, 2008 at 8:04 AM
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Divinatas – Aug 4, 2008 at 8:04 AM

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[bg=#2d2623][do=#283762][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1825[/imga][b][i]Cheyanne Fowler[/i][/b]

It was officially the start of the staff’s vacation this morning, after a weekend of preparing to make sure everything would go smooth in their absence. Cheyanne did what she was told and was happy to be helpful. After being there a few days she was starting to figure things out, if at least to know how [i]not[/i] to sound crazy, even if the way she talked or thought about things still baffled people. When people asked about where she was from, she simply replied it was a foreign country with a very different culture, so things here are confusing for her. Thankfully, it was very much the truth, so she didn’t at all have to lie. She just… kept the interdimentional travel part to herself. Cheyanne was starting to wonder, maybe her entire life was the dream and now she was waking up to her real life. ..only she couldn’t quite figure out how she’d forget growing up here.

In the end it really didn’t matter! Cheyanne saw very little of Mr. Daupre over the weekend with all the fuss of getting ready for vacation, and now she was increasingly nervous about leaving. Mrs. Keane gave her the advanced pay Mr. Daupre had promised, so if something happened she should be alright. But that wasn’t very much a comfort in a world she knew very little about. With her luck she’d run in to another person like that Doctor, and she’d be dragged away and applied with leeches and tied to beds until she died.

Jacob the apprentice appeared holding a bag over his shoulder. He grinned, but Cheyanne only turned up her nose and crossed her arms. She was still mad at him.

“…Aw, Miss Fowler. I did say I was sorry and it worked out fine, didn’t it? You’re the only one that can talk to Mr. Daupre and not get clawed up by Alba!”

“It’s the principal of the thing. You’re supposed to protect girls, not leave them to get mauled – and Alba doesn’t claw people without a good reason to anyway. You were asking for it!” Poor Alba, no wonder she didn’t like most people, they thought she was some sort of featured monster. Cheyanne would probably terrorize them too.

Jacob scratched his head, looking good and chided. “I guess you’re right. But you’re not much of a girl really, you’re almost ten years older than me, right? That’s practically an old wo- …man.” Oh boy, he’d done it again. Saying the completely wrong thing. [i]This[/i] was exactly why Mr. Daupre had him banned from the fitting rooms and why he wasn’t allowed to talk to clients when getting foot measurements.

Cheyanne glared! “Jacob McGilbert, you better run off on your vacation before I tell Mrs. Keane that you’re the one that stole the last turnover from breakfast and hand her a yardstick to beat you with!”

Jacob got the hint, and was high tailing it out the door quick, muttering many apologies as he went!

Huffing, Cheyanne crossed her arms. She was waiting for Marie to finish getting her things. Cheyanne still wasn’t sure if she wanted to leave the Atelier, but Marie gave her a nice going out dress that was supposed to be another one of Mr. Daupre’s designs, and she really thought something so pretty needed to be out and seen instead of staying at home. She was tempted to go and ask Mr. Daupre if he was still going to stay, and in her debating she was slowly inching towards his suite, still undecided.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 4, 2008 at 8:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Safe in his tower (or so to speak), Alphonse had sort of resigned to the fact that all his staff was going away for vacations. Only after much glaring and fussing, he had gotten away with not going with them. Alphonse on one hand had realized how much he needed restful time once the perspective of vacations was so constantly put up to his face, but on the other hand… being forced to rest wasn’t restful at all! He wasn’t going with them not because he disapproved of their choice of spot, but because of pure and simple spirit of contradiction.

Alba was napping on her perch which in itself was extraordinary, considering she was a diurnal owl. Maybe she was trying to make him guilty, even. Sometimes it was hard to forget she was simply a bird. Alphonse felt like sulking. Then another thought came out of nowhere and nestled with determination between his eyes: it was the perfect chance to go to the countryside and see his mother, maybe stay a few days even!

Alphonse nibbled on his lip, plotting a discrete escape. He was fierce about his privacy and specially, his mother’s. Ill as she was, she needed peace and the minimum of worries. Alphonse slumped on a divan by the window, thinking.

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Divinatas – Aug 4, 2008 at 9:27 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

She wasn’t going to bother Mr. Daupre. Nope. Cheyanne was going to wait right there for Marie.

Only, she wasn’t “right there” downstairs waiting for Marie anymore, Cheyanne had snuck her back to the top floor to Mr. Daupre’s apartments. She DID knock first, but upon no one answering, her first thought was that maybe Mr. Daupre had passed do to over work! It might have been an over exaggeration, but Cheyanne slipped inside anyway.

There was Alba all fluffy and white snoozing (that was strange, Alba didn’t take naps this time of day) and Mr. Daupre looking, well. …Sulky. Did he regret not going on vacation with the rest of the staff? Maybe he did, but she doubt he would admit it!

“Mr. Daupre? Everyone else is gone now besides Marie and myself. Are you sure you won’t come with me- us, I mean. Come with us.”

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Azul Morag – Aug 4, 2008 at 10:10 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse barely opened his eyes to glance at Cheyanne. Here she was, prodding again! Alphonse seemed sulkier than ever.

“Thank you miss Fowler, but I cannot join you. As you well know, I still have many things to do… and asides that, as you can see I have not packed anything. Have a nice vacation with miss Lawrence. There is no need to worry when you are on vacations.”

Alphonse stretched his long legs on the divan, to underline the fact that he was not going to move – at least, not while watched!

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Divinatas – Aug 4, 2008 at 11:49 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Well if [i]that[/i] wasn’t an obvious display of just being plain difficult, she didn’t know what was! But, Mr. Daupre was possibly the most stubborn man across multiple universes. He’d never be convinced!

Cheyanne gave Alba a soft gentle pet, as to not disturbed her. “Well… If you decided to change your mind, you could still come and have a dinner with us. We’ll be at the beach Marie picked out.”

Flashing him a smile as she moved back to the door, she waved her fingers. “Have a good week, Mr. Daupre. …at least come see us for dinner once!”

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Azul Morag – Aug 5, 2008 at 12:00 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alba didn’t open her eyes, but she made that strange cooing sound again. Alphonse gave them both a sulky look. It was for him incomprehensible how those two had befriended each other… it was vaguely threatening for some reason. Alphonse watched Cheyanne from his (quite fashionable) cushions.

“Thanks for your kindness,” he said. “I cannot promise I will attend, but thank you nonetheless. Have a nice week…” Alphonse smiled a bit as she left, looking only slightly dejected. Alba was still napping. Alphonse sighed to himself and closed his eyes.

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Divinatas – Aug 13, 2008 at 6:46 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne sighed as she left Mr. Daupre’s suite. How stubborn did a man have to be anyway? If he wanted to go, he should just go!

Upon arriving in the living room, Cheyanne realized it was just the same advice she should have been taking herself for all of those years she spent at Mann Magazine. …or just for life in general! Everything that she wanted to do, but always had an excuse for why she shouldn’t. Until that day she decided to step off the train in a strange place. …and look how life ended up now!

Cheyanne was still trying to decide if the change was good or bad when she finally spotted Marie! “He’s not coming!” she announced, despite the fact they both knew he’d have refused anyway. “I did invite him to come and join us for dinner. Do you think he’ll do that at least?”

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Azul Morag – Aug 15, 2008 at 2:37 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie sighed with a sort of apologetic smile. “I wouldn’t expect he does. We could only hope he at least gets some sleep!” Marie carried a suitcase down the stairs with much huffing and puffing.

“Or maybe he will go home for a while. It’s been long since the last time he did.”

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Divinatas – Aug 19, 2008 at 5:47 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I guess he rarely even makes time to go home either.” Cheyanne replied, eyeing the case Marie was dragging down the steps. For a week long vacation it looked a little excessive. But then again, the clothing and supplies here were twice as large and fluffy and took up so much more room!

Cheyanne’s own suitcase “graciously” thrusted upon her by Mrs. Keane, along with her advanced paycheck was fairly light. But seeing as it was a vacation, it was likely she could do a bit of shopping and purchase things she needed.

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Diocha] A Tale of Two Witches

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Title: A Tale of Two Witches
Number: 58
Date: Jun 9, 2008 at 11:56 PM
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Divinatas – Jun 9, 2008 at 11:56 PM

[dot][i]A continuation of [url=http://space-kitten.org/rpg/elswen/]this game[/url]! Characters are currently battling foes in Germany. Aidan and Sasha were checking out a biker bar following what looked like very suspicious bikers. Dane and Kendal were getting coiled by a magical snake![/i][/dot]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14]Aidan
First thing Aidan did was duck has soon as Sasha scowled, as that usually meant someone was about to clobber him from behind. All the glass in the bar had chimed as if struck by something, and it made an impressive enough sound that all of the bikers in the bar immediately took notice. Sasha was placed back down on the ground, and all the men had backed up several paces.

“Uh… you know. We ain’t looking for trouble from any wizards and witches and what not. We just came here for vacation. You know, a little rest and relaxation from our dailies duties back in the Elk Order.”

Aidan was trying to figure out exactly what the Elk Order was when something across the room caught his attention. A person had been watching them, but as soon as Aidan noticed they had ducked behind the door and disappeard. “Sasha, I think we oughta try that door back there.” he motioned towards it with a finger.
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[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21]Kendal

The large serpent started to sway and just as it was about to dart and possibly swallow Dane whole, Kendal stomped on it’s tale. It’s massive jaws snapped right in Dane’s face as it fell short of it’s prey. Hissing the head spun around towards Kendal opening it’s jowls ready to strike again!

Kendal took a step of two backwards. What was a giant snake like this doing in a sleepy little town? No good, for sure. When it darted forward at her the same way it dived for Dane, Kendal ducked out of the way, circling around it so she could stand in front of the man.

“Where’s you gun, Dane?” she muttered quickly. But it was too late, as the snake flipped it’s coil around the pair and curled around them!
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Ocha – Jun 10, 2008 at 9:28 PM

[dash][b]Sasha[/b]

“Elk Order, hu?” The name Sasha was willing to admit was not familiar. She would have to ask Kendal, her sister was the one that knew about all the odd groups. Having a reporter in the family could be handy at times.

What Sasha wanted to do now was not leave though. They at least showed enough sense to put her down, though she was surprised by that. Most people wouldn’t have been intimidated by her. Not at first. Knowing what caught there attention would have been useful. Too bad Aidan wanted to leave.

If he’d just wanted to leave out the door they came in to she’d guess he just wanted to get out of a bad situation. That would be reasonable. Instead though he wanted to go another way. This made her curious.

“Alright. Lead the way. Next time gents maybe we’ll stay around for a drink.” Sasha waved at them as they exited the other door. She was more direct with Aidan once they were out of sight. “What is it?” [/dash]

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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 7:19 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

“I figured we must be snooping in the right direction, cause someone back here was spying on us.” he commented, leading the way to the back door. He carefully moved it open and peered inside. All was clear, just a hallway in to the back of the building. Aidan half wondered why no one seemed to be interested in stopping them from having a look, but if their reaction to Sasha was any indication, maybe he had already answered his question.

Aidan followed the hallway until it ended at another door. There were other doorways in the hall, but they were all open and pretty empty. Just a few storage rooms with food, furniture and the lot. When Aidan opened the door, he heaved a heavy sigh. Once again it was a staircase leading down to what he hoped was a cellar, but more likely than not it was a tomb, a cult, or if they were really unlucky, the underground lair of a dragon king.

He rubbed his head. “Want me to go first?”

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 8:47 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

“You’re already in front,” Sasha said with a shrug. Her curiosity was piqued. Was this person Aidan saw somehow involved in the coincidence of her sister and Skipster ending up here in Germany as well. Sasha had almost been willing to enjoy her little exile until those two showed up. Now it was business.

As they walked down the stairs, the lights stayed constantly lit. No strange power fluxes, no change to torches or candles. In fact when they got to the bottom of the stairs the cellar it didn’t look too dissimilar to her cellar back home.

“At least it’s not Halloween,” Sasha couldn’t help but grin at Aidan. The first time he was in her cellar at Autumn Manor was during the annual Halloween Party there. They had gotten locked in the cellar and some vengeful wizard had animated zombies in there. It had really annoyed Sasha that someone had planted zombies on her property but at the time she was trying to take care of the more immediate problem of not getting killed. The trick was doing so without Aidan realizing the rumors about her family were only half the truth.
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:09 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

“Halloween here might actually be kind of spooky.” Of course, he was looking at a perfectly normal cellar with no strange or spooky things about it. It seemed they walked right in to a dead end.

Aidan didn’t like the thought that he might have been hallucinating a spy – not that it would be the first time he had hallucinated stuff… or the first time he saw something that decided it’d disappear in to thing air – but at the moment he just had that feeling it was better to figure this stuff out before it got any worse.

He moved a few crates out of the way as he started looking around. “Why would a biker gang be dealing with some sorcerer or wizard, do you think? I figure it’s not worth the trouble if you’ve already got your posse…”

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:18 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

“Maybe the only reason they’re together as a gang is because of an outside influence. Or perhaps this is the type of place that a lot of odd folks hang out at.” Sasha looked around trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. Yet it just seemed like exactly what it was, a storage cellar.

A dusty old cellar that might be used once a month. There was dust flying around from Aidan moving crates. With a thoughtful frown she looked at the ground, there was a thin layer of dust and a few footprints. Also there was a path that seemed to have been swept up, leading right to the wall.

“What about over there?” she asked pointing to the spot at the wall.
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:34 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

Aidan followed yhe footprints in the dust and as he reached the wall, he was rubbing his chin in thought. Yep, the old disappearing wall trick! Now usually there was a switch of some sort. He tried the wall sconces, the light fixture, and even stuck his foot in the mouse hole – but nothing budged.

“It doesn’t look like it’s gonnAAH!” Aidan made the grand miscalculation of leaning on the wall, which gave it enough pressure to send him rolling down yet another flight of stairs! He was OH, EI, AH, OWing all the way down!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:39 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

“AIDAN!” Running to the wall, Sasha looked down and saw the DJ crumbled up at the bottom of the flight of stairs. Making sure not the trip herself, Sasha scampered down and knelt down beside Aidan.

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” If that wasn’t enough to worry about, there was a high pitch squeal from a multitude of voices. “No, please no!”
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 9:50 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

Aidan groaned. Not because he was broken in to a million pieces, or bruised to hell and back (because he was fine, if not completely embarrassed), but because he knew exactly what was coming.

“Oh! He’s hurt! Do something, sisters!” squealed one of dozens of faeries that were now frittering around Aidan and Sasha.

“Wait, he’s okay! Oh thank goodness!” Aidan was then swarmed with a mass of faeries that were trying to give him faerie sized kisses, which prompted him to quickly sit up and start swatting the little bodies away.

“We’re doing a bit of work here, ladies.. That can wait…!” he coughed out!

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 10:01 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

“Work?” Tiny voices asked with such inquisitiveness. “Job! We must do our job. Yes! Come come. Come with us!”

Sasha glared at the fae. She didn’t want to follow them. She didn’t want anything to do with Aidan’s little fangirls! She was about to dismiss the whole idea when she realized she was being if nothing else, silly. Aidan didn’t exactly want their attention, and furthermore why did she care how Aidan felt about them. She was loosing the battle with herself.

“Oh fine, what do you want to show us?” Sasha relented enough to start following them.

“Who, not what, who!”
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Divinatas – Jun 11, 2008 at 10:10 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

Dusting himself off, Aidan fixed his jacket, and wiped off faerieberry lipstick from his face. “Who?” he questioned, reluctant to follow them, considering they were the cause for all this trouble in the first place. But against his better judgment, Aidan started after them if at least to get them to stop pulling at his hair.

Thankfully it seemed all that noise hadn’t alerted the villain, for he was one impressively scary dude. It was the classic evil lair scene, one that Aidan was beginning to think was standard for every evil doer, of the grand sorcerer standing before his elaborate alter set up in front of a giant statue. It was made of bronze and gold, the body of a man and the head of an elk, carrying a huge sword and looking nearly live with the strange light.

Aidan paused and turned to Sasha. “I think I’m under armed for this one…”

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Ocha – Jun 11, 2008 at 11:06 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

Sasha was more than willing to agree with this assessment. This man did not look like the type one wanted to fool around with. More than ever she wish she knew something about the Elk Order.

“He’s here! He’s here!” squealed the fairies to the sorcerer. Sasha could have wished they were all trapped in a giant spider web right about now.

“I have told you before, I do not care about him, I care about,” What he cared about he did not say for he had turned around and saw Aidan and Sasha. “Thank the mighty lord. You are our savior.”

He was looking at Sasha, but he seemed unsure, as though he found her lacking, or missing something. Whatever it was Sasha didn’t like it and crossed her arms. “Oh?”
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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 1:45 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

“The red hair, dark eyes… Oh yes, there is two, not just one.” said the sorcerer, who had then gone on to completely ignore Sasha and walk back towards the monumental statue. He threw out his arms in its glory!

“Behold, great god of mine! One half of the savior! Once the other half is retrieved you will be revived from the pits of hell and reborn on a brand new world! OHOHOHOHO!” He was mad… or perhaps a genius! He suddenly turned around and smiled at his guests!

“Silly me! I should explain. I’m Harold, head of the Elk’s and every year we stage this silly little ceremony for kicks. It’s all a big show, lights and floor dancing. Lots of fun, and the boys come around for miles! We always picked up a couple people who have ‘the gifts’, if you know what I mean, and give them a little thrill!”

Aidan was… speechless to say the least. If this was all a big joke, he wasn’t sure he found it funny.

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Ocha – Jun 12, 2008 at 1:52 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

“You… ah… WHAT?” Sasha was really not prepared for this. She was somehow summoned out to the middle of Germany to playact for a yearly festival? Sasha wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or cry. It was by and large the stupidest thing she had ever heard.

“Why us?” It wasn’t so much a question to Harold as to the powers that be. “Why both of us?” If she wasn’t careful she was going to go with option two and Sasha hated looking weak in front of others. Now was not the time to start crying because of overly wound up nerves.

Sasha might have been able to deal with it a bit better if the damn pixies were not doting on Aidan again. “So now what?” Sasha grumbled, realizing that trying to get out of this would not be impossible, but likely more work that it was worth.
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Alarice – Jun 12, 2008 at 3:55 AM

Dane finally remembered the gun when Kendal mentioned it and pulled it out from behind him. As the snake’s coils tightened around them, he aimed the gun at the serpent’s head and fired.

Only to get a loud, empty CLICK! in response!

“Damn.” He growled. The snake wasn’t too happy about being fired at and bared its fangs as it raised its head ten feet in the air. It hissed and its head came charging down, ready to eat Dane whole!

Dane struggled for all he was worth and, at the last minute, came free! He fell forward on top of Kendal. The snake’s fangs came gliding past, grazing the back of his shirt, and into its own body! It immediately hissed and released itself, beginning to writhe in pain. Its coils loosened and Dane and Kendal went tumbling free!

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 4:46 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21][b]Kendal[/b]

“Ugfph!” The damned man had to fall on her twice! But thankfully, that was it for the snake. It’s own bite had the snake melting with it’s poisons. A true magically created critter if she ever saw one. The trouble was finding out who made it, and putting and end to them. A nice painful end.

Before pushing Dane away she pressed a finger to his back in one of those holes now left in his shirt. No bite holes or poison, and she didn’t cast an actual [i]spell[/i], so there was no reason for her to seem at all suspicious. Even if he did feel a tingle at his back.

“You’re walking around with an unloaded gun.” she said, as if she needed to point out the obvious. It wasn’t often she could barb Dane, so she took the opportunity when it came.

Something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. A person, wearing a big hooded cloak of all things. If that weren’t the most over done stereotypical- She immediately moved to follow. If Dane wanted to babysit her, he was going to have to keep up!

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Alarice – Jun 12, 2008 at 5:14 AM

“It was filled with ammo when we started,” Dane pointed out. “No one told me we were going on a little trip thousands of miles away.” He looked up to see Kendal already up and running somewhere. He swore under his breath and took off after her.

Kendal went through some trees and he wondered where she was leading him. He couldn’t see who she was chasing as they weaved around trees and through brush. Leaves, branches, rocks, and dirt were flying this way and that.

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 6:11 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21][b]Kendal[/b]

Kendal stopped pursuing when the trail ended at a cave. Resting her hands on her hips, she debated the wisdom of chasing a cloaked figure in to something dark and ominous. She wasn’t worried about anything happening to herself. But then there was Dane. If whomever it was could summon four people across the world, then they weren’t going to be very pleasant to deal with.

“You should stay out here. Unless I scream, then I suppose you could come charging in.” She knew he wouldn’t stay put, but she felt better saying it anyway. She started in to the cave, walking slow enough for her eyes to adjust to the dark and being carefully aware of any traps that might be sprung.

She wasn’t disappointed, for as soon as they were far enough inside the ground gave way and crumbled beneath their feet, sending them sliding down and dropping in to… a cage! On the plus side, this time she landed on Dane!

“Ah ha! Just like a witch. Following the dark mysterious cloaked figure right in to a trap.” The person laughed at the lights came on – with electricity even – and he threw off the cape! He looked like… some damned biker dude wearing elk horns! “Hey Frankie, go let Harold know we have the other one! He can start his ceremony now!” Waving at his two captives in the cave the figure marched on towards a door. “Now, don’t you two try escaping. It’s a 100% magic proof cage.” He chortled as he left!

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Divinatas – Jun 12, 2008 at 7:33 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

Aidan had a feeling that there was a lot more to this than some over done festival, but Sasha wasn’t looking to good. And for him, he cared more about Sasha than what mister Crazy Cloak was going on about.

Scratching his head, he glanced around slowly. “How about we have a seat back there on one of those benches and see if we can’t take a break and think things out.” The faeries then squealed about how smart he was. Aidan ignored them. Without giving Sasha any chance to reply, he had already took her hand as was pulling her towards a seat.

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Ocha – Jun 12, 2008 at 7:43 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

Sasha was not one to have issue about sitting at this point and let Aidan drag her over to a bench. Sasha sat down, glancing at Harold with a frown. She figured it was likely best to try to ignore the damn pixies, why where they bothering her so much! “I hate to say admit this, but I think we need to try to call Kendal before these people get too worked up. Surely she’ll know something about this.”

It was a sensible solution to a problem that was getting Sasha more and more confused. All Sasha had to do was call Kendal and make a plan. It didn’t matter that Harold was still in the room with them if he tried to make an issue to anything she did, well, she would make sure he’d learned what kind of mistake it was to make issues with her.
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Alarice – Jun 13, 2008 at 3:20 AM

THUD!

Dane groaned as something knocked the air out of him. He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d ended up here. One moment he’d stopped outside of the cave and watched Kendal disappear inside. He’d been about to chase after her when he’d heard a branch snap behind him. He had turned around and BAM! Darkness. He’d just woken up inside of this cage before being toppled by–

It moved and he turned to his side to see, “Kendal!”

“Ah ha! Just like a witch. Following the dark mysterious cloaked figure right in to a trap. Hey Frankie, go let Harold know we have the other one! He can start his ceremony now! Now, don’t you two try escaping. It’s a 100% magic proof cage.”

Dane started checking the cage out. 100% magic proof, eh? Then they’d just have to find a non-magical way out of this can.

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Divinatas – Jun 14, 2008 at 1:45 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21][b]Kendal[/b]

“I’m starting to miss Elswen where all the weird stuff isn’t nearly as cliche.” Kendal grumbled, rubbing the bruises she earned from that fall. Nothing was 100% magical proof, but Kendal wasn’t about to start trying. Dane already had the right idea while he was examining the cage.

Kendal’s cellphone rang. Pulling it out of her pocket, she answers. “Sasha, we’re in a-” [i]SCREEEEECH~!![/i] She jerked the phone away from her ear as she winced at the sound! What do you know. They blocked magical communication too. Flipping the phone shut, she stuffed it back in her pocket to help Dane figure out that cage.

Kendal tried the most obvious way of trying to squeeze through the bars. It actually looked like it was going to work until- she was stuck. Hrrm. Grossly underestimated the size of her hips. Kendal twist and hissed at Dane. “Stop snickering and help me!”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

Aidan sat down next to Sasha, silent as he handed her his phone to contact Kendal. The sudden screech out of the thing came as a painful shock. He was sticking his finger in his ears trying to shake out the ringing. “Bad reception?”

A new person had stopped by talking to ‘Harold’, and the guy looked pretty damned happy about whatever news he was given. He shouted loudly to the empty room, mostly for Sasha and Aidan’s benefit. “WONDERFUL! You sister has agreed to be a part of our show and is being prepared as we speak! This is going to be a most glorious festival!”

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Ocha – Jun 14, 2008 at 11:25 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

That was it! Sasha handed Aidan back [URL=”http://space-kitten.org/rpg/elswen/elswen004.htm”]his[/URL] cellphone and stood up. With the announcement that her sister had ‘agreed’ to join in, Sasha knew she couldn’t just let things play out. Kendal wasn’t for playing along with things.

“In that case I think I should go and get dressed up. We’ll be leaving now.”

The guy that just came in frowned. “No, you can’t leave. You need to stay here with Harold.”

Sasha tried to get every irritated thought out of her mind and she looked at the man, assuming her was a man. “But how can you expect me to be seen by others looking like THIS! I’m a mess.” Sasha wondered if she could actually pull this off or if everything was going to end up a mess.
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Alarice – Jun 19, 2008 at 4:08 AM

Dane’s first reaction to Kendal getting stuck was pure shock. His second was to snicker. He couldn’t help himself. She just looked so damn … funny!

“Stop snickering and help me!”

Dane quickly sobered up and moved toward her. “Do you want me to push you out or pull you back in?” He tilted his head slightly, trying to figure out which would be easier.

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 5:41 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

The two men looked at each other, unsure of what to do. It was clear they wanted her to stay, but they didn’t seem all that intend on [i]forcing[/i] her to stay which was a very mixed signal.

Aidan chimed in. “She’s right. I’m in the radio business, and I know from experience if a girl doesn’t get in to the right clothes, she just can’t perform.”

Harold finally nodded. “Then.. yes, do go change! But your guest should stay here. We don’t want him to lose his seat when the crowds come in!”

That wasn’t quite what Aidan was expecting, but he was willing to throw himself under a bus for a few minutes while Sasha figured out what was really happening around here. “You can go ahead. What trouble could I get in to, with a pack of faeries” He flashed her his trademark grin.

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[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21][b]Kendal[/b]

“Push me [i]out[/i], Dane. Cause if you don’t I’m going to put your head through these bars!” There wasn’t much time to start pushing, as someone entered the room again.

And promptly started laughing. “Oy, tried it the old fashioned way, huh? Them last witches weren’t as clever!” He was still standing there just a cackling, not seeming to make a move to stop or help.

Kendal scowled. “Considering I’m [i]not[/i] a witch, I’m sure that IS funny.” she said dryly.

“Oy? Not a witch? Thas gonna make the boss men all cross. Seeing they were looking for two witches for their fancy ceremony and all.”

“Why the hell do all of you speak English when we’re in Germany!”

“Cause this town ain’t in Germany. Man, you really aren’t a witch if you didn’t know that!” He howled with laughter again as he left, muttering something about telling his bossmans the bad news!

“Not in- How the devil did that happen.” she muttered, giving up her struggle to be free of the bars. Sometimes she wondered just exactly what she was doing wrong. Or [i]not[/i] doing wrong.

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Alarice – Jun 20, 2008 at 6:29 AM

“Let’s worry about that later,” Dane suggested. He was just as confused as she was but he was more than happy to worry about finding the answers later. “Right now, we have to find Aidan and Sasha. I’ll try and push you out.” He didn’t know how much time they had left before those guys came back but he wanted to make the best of every second they had.

“Alright. Here I go.” Dane took a hold of her hips and began to push.

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Divinatas – Jun 20, 2008 at 8:34 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21][b]Kendal[/b]

Kendal yelped as she suddenly popped out of the bars and went crashing to the floor. She hopped back to her feet, her face red as she dusted herself off. Quite possibly because she had the entirely [i]wrong[/i] mental image of the whole scene, Dane’s hands on her hips amongst other things she was pretty damned sure she shouldn’t have been thinking about.

The cage was magic proof, but it didn’t stop her when she fetched the keys off a table and unlocked the door to release Dane. “Don’t know about you, but I’m about ready to take a short cut and we’re going to pretend like you didn’t see it.” She moved to the wall and knocked her hand on it twice. A doorknob appeared. “If you’re ready?”

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Ocha – Jun 20, 2008 at 6:23 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

“Well I guess there’s no reason for you to come too,” was what Sasha might have said, but she was not pleased with this, not one bit. If Aidan hadn’t all but volunteered to stay she was certain she could think up an excuse for him to come with her while keeping up the stupid act. Instead she was going to have to leave him here.

“I shouldn’t be too long.” She returned his smile with one of her own. She hoped it was convincing. Not to Aidan, but to Harold.

Sasha then turned and walked out the door Aidan and she originally found and was back in the cellar. Looking around she took a deep breath and headed up the stairs and into the hall, running right into Kendal and Dane.

Looking at the duo with a frown she pushed them both into one of the empty rooms. “Damn it Kendal what the hell is going on!”

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Alarice – Jun 24, 2008 at 6:28 PM

[B]Dane[/B]

It took awhile but the world finally stopped spinning for him. He glanced at Kendal and then looked at Sasha. “That’s what we want to know. One moment we get attacked by this giant snake, the next, we end up here. Caught in some trap with a weirdo who says they’re looking for two witches and–get this–we’re not in Germany.”

Dane ran his fingers through his hair. He wasn’t the type to take what some sadistic henchman said at face value but it wasn’t like they knew for sure they were in Germany. And then they were looking for two witches and despite what Kendal liked to say, he knew they’d already found them! But speaking of finding …

“… Where’s Aidan?”

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Divinatas – Jun 26, 2008 at 12:58 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

Speaking of Aidan… he wasn’t having a very good day. As soon as Sasha had left the room, Aidan found himself hefted up in the air by this ginormous biker guy wearing antlers and a cheesy black cult robe. He planned on putting up a good fight, but there was a whole lot of them pouring in now and a few of them had spears. He didn’t want to take any chances with bikers and spears. There was just something not right about that.

The alter that was in front of the giant statue was shoved out of the way, and Aidan found himself flung unceremoniously down in to a small pit. The men topside pushed the alter right back over him. It went dark.

“…That’s not good.”
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[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21][b]Kendal[/b]

“Whatever this is, I’m pretty damned tired of it.” she replied to Sasha. Dane questioned about Aidan, and Kendal groaned out loud. Someone always ended up captured or trapped when they were separated, and Aidan had ‘gentlemen in distress’ practically tattooed on his forehead.

“That’s it. I’m done. [i]Done[/i]! I want to go home, take a bath, and have a quiet perfectly normal dinner with people not wearing antlers and smelling like beer!” Kendal marched down the hall from whence Sasha had came. She was already pushing up her sleeves as she shoved the doors to the chamber opened.

..and promptly stopped to stare.

The room was filled with men in their dark robs, wearing antler helmets, chanting some crazy phrase that sounded too much like a bar-diddy. The giant statue in the back was starting to move, flexing it’s arms and coming to life. The forerunner of the ceremony pointed to the back towards Kendal and Sasha. “HARK! THINE WITCHES WHO SHALL GIVE YOU LIFE ON THIS PLANE!”

Kendal smacked her forehead.
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Ocha – Jun 27, 2008 at 12:04 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

Sasha noticed many things when they returned to the room. The cultists with spears, the large statue slowly starting to move, the rat in the corner, but of all the things she noticed, it was what she didn’t see that caught her attention the most. There was no Aidan.

[b][i].:Bring Forth Those Who’s Blood Will Give Me Life Immortal In This World:.[/i][/b][i][/i]

The voice did not so much come from the statue as boomed from both above and below. The antlered men were in awe at hearing the voice of there future god and the homage, if that’s what one wanted to call it, became louder and more intense. Sasha frowned, her hands crossed over her chest.

“No, not going to happen. I’m not giving my blood or life to some pathetic excuse for a supernatural being. I mean, look at the shoddy workmenship on that,” Sasha pointed at the statue with a finger. “I mean it’s all but ready to fall apart.
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Alarice – Jun 30, 2008 at 2:29 AM

[B]Dane[/B]

Had Dane been the sort he would’ve slapped his forehead and groaned the moment Kendal went marching out. Sure, he could’ve tried to stop her but he certainly didn’t want to be the one standing in her way. He just looked at Sasha and followed right after Kendal.

Of course, any hope that they could be done with things quickly and cleanly went out the window when that huge statue started to move, they found themselves facing a bunch of fanatics, and this voice boomed out. But hey, just another day when you hung around with people like Kendal and Sasha.

“So … anyone have any plans where our chances of surviving and getting out of here in one piece is decent?” he asked as casually as if he was asking about the weather.

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Divinatas – Jun 30, 2008 at 6:26 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21][b]Kendal[/b]

“I do, but you’re not going to like it.” replied Kendal. That was the problem with demigod statues, the solution to the problem always involved a big bang. The stature was already on it’s feet and slowly stomping over it’s alter to come down the aisle.

“If you’ll get Aidan out of whatever trap he’s gotten himself in to, Sasha… ” she muttered, already holding out the palm of her hand and circling her finger over it. It wasn’t going to be as easy as pointing and shooting. Her finger circled until a little red bubble about the size of her hand had form. Kendal pulled a hair pin from thin hair and… POP! The little red bubble burst! There was a drastic sense of falling followed by the whole room feeling as if it had dropped out of thin air and suddenly hit the ground.

Kendal took a step back as she caught her balance again. That took care of the blasted moving town. As for that statue… Kendal grabbed Dane’s hand to expose his palm, circled her finger over it. In his hand appeared a little stone replica of the statue. She plucked it up between her fingers. For a moment she looked confused about what she was going to do with it, but finally she squeezed it between the palms of her hands until it disappeared!

The giant walking statue hadn’t stopped it’s advancing all this while, but something strange was happening to it! With every step it took, it got smaller and smaller… Until it was standing in front of Dane and Kendal, barely taller than a garden gnome.

The tiny statue’s voice squeaked. “Give thine life to I, the elk god!”

“Hmm, I’ll pass on that.” Kendal pointed a finger at it. “[i]Once a god, now a stone, banished until your name is unknown![/i]” The statue gave a pitiful excuse for a screaming Nooooo as it solidified nice and stationary once again.

The entire room of cultists looked shocked and more than a little disappointed. Some even threw down their elk antlers, while others kicked at the ground and wondered of. Kendal was relieved to know that they weren’t the sort to form a mob of vengeance just because their plans were ruined. The idiots probably didn’t even realize what they were summoning in the first place.

“Well I’m extraordinarily tired now.” she muttered.

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Ocha – Jul 7, 2008 at 12:07 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

The younger Novellino sister didn’t need to hear more. If Kendal was going to take care of the problem, then the problem was already taken care of. A warning that her stomach was going to be on the ceiling would be nice, but Sasha didn’t let it get in her way as she went over and gathered up the rat.

After muttering to the rat for a few moments while petting it, she placed it back on the ground and Sasha followed it around the cultist to the alter. Then the rat found a crack in it and went under.

Knowing that Aidan was now being protected by the rat incase there were any booby traps with moving the alter, Sasha took a step back.

“Energy like wind, clutter like leaves, blow away before me this unsightly scene.” The remains of the alter did seem to tumble away and down below there was indeed someone. Sasha squatted down and smirked. “Ready to go home?”
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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 12:08 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

So Aidan was stuck in a pit. Not so bad. It was quiet. Just enough room to stretch his legs. No fire, brimstone, or being slowly lowered in to a volcano or pit of piranha. Not bad at all!

A little furball dropped on his head. Whelp, nope. Looked like he was going to get devoured slowly by rats. The rat squeaked at him as it peered down over his head and twitched it’s whiskers at his nose. “Ah! Hey there Cloud. Come to the rescue?” The little rat squeaked again as the alter from above crumbled away and light shined down from above.

Blocking his eyes from the sudden light, he looked up and grinned wide. “Yeah, I’m gettin’ hungry. I think we’re missing Tali’s nightly rant on ELSWN.”

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Alarice – Jul 9, 2008 at 2:04 AM

[B]Dane[/B]

Dane surveyed the scene. Destroyed idol. Check. Scattered henchmen. Check. Rescued civilian. Check. Tired witch. Check, check, and check. He sighed and scratched his head. “I’m thinking we’re in need of a nice, long vacation. Somewhere nice and sunny and hopefully idol-free.” He gave a sideways glance to Kendal. Life was always an adventure. But with someone like Kendal, everyday was like that, too.

Dane looked up and spotted Sasha at the altar. All they had to do was round up Aidan and head home … right?

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Ocha – Jul 9, 2008 at 10:59 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

“Maybe if we hurry, we’ll catch the second half of her show.” Sasha stood up and look around, smirking as she saw some cloth that had once been on the alter. She coiled up up and then sent one end into the pit. “You won’t have to climb the wall it looks like.”

Once Aidan was out of the pit, and Cloud had scampered over to her shoulder, Sasha looked over to Kendal and Dane. “Toto, is this Kansas yet?”
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Divinatas – Jul 15, 2008 at 6:47 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=21][b]Kendal[/b]

“Kansas. There’s an interesting vacation spot.” Let’s see. One sister, one sister’s should-be boyfriend, one Dane who needed a vacation, and a gaggle of faeries.

On second thought, she was going to leave the faeries.

Kendal took Sasha’s hands, linking her fingers with her sisters. “There’s no place like home.” She flashed a wickedly teasing smile. Sasha would be the only one to feel that magical tingle of a cast spell, but they’d all notice that shifting under their feet, that flip-flopping sensation in their stomachs, and something that smelled like gingerbread cookies!

All four of them appeared safe and sound in the living room of the Autumn Manor. That wonderful safe and normal home… that smelled like gingerbread?

Harrison the house butler appeared in the doorway, silent as he often was, holding a tray of cookies and four mugs of a hot drink mix. He moved across the room to set it on the table, bowed softly before disappearing back to the kitchen.

Kendal fell backwards on the couch. “That was the longest two days ever. I’m never leaving this house again.”

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=14][b]Aidan[/b]

Jokes about the Wizard of Oz had Aidan smiling, but it was just for a brief moment! When the world started churning along with his stomach, he was pretty glad there wasn’t anything left in there, or he might have hurled. That was not the impression he wanted to make on any girl, and he wasn’t too keen on giving Dane a chuckle either.

The moment he realized they were back in Elswen at the girl’s home, he was rubbing the back of his neck. He cast Harrison a grateful look when he brought in cookies, and instantly snatched one up to chew on. “Not how I thought I’d be spending the weekend, but it wasn’t too bad.”

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Ocha – Aug 5, 2008 at 11:40 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=116][b]Sasha[/b]

Collapsing into the couch, Sasha held her cup of warm goodness and smirked. “Truth be told, I’ve had worse weekends, but I think I’d rather have a few quiet ones now.”

All in all, Sasha was happy to be back home in Autumn Manor where the wind rustled the leaves of the great trees and soft rain pitter pattered on the roof and porch outside. It was true, there was no place like home. Yet Sasha knew as she glanced first at her sister then at Aidan that home was where the heart was.

The thought caused her to hide her face with the action of sipping her drink. There wasn’t any need to say anything like that, though she did know she was going to have to tell Sam the latest adventure her and her sister had.

“Who’s up for some radio?”
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Categories
New Amsterdam

New Amsterdam: A New World (pt3)

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Title: A New World (pt3)
Number: 134
Date: Aug 1, 2008 at 12:00 AM
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 12:00 AM

[bg=#0e1938][padding=10px][so=#67708c][bg=#202d54]NEW AMSTERDAM: A NEW WORLD[/bg][/so][/padding][/bg]

[soli]

With the Bridal Commission done and delivered, the stress levels in the house had thankfully dropped! But lately, there was a lot of whispering of this fantastique idea about beaches and staff vacations! Of course they would still be working, but working at the beach even made the most mundane of tasks sound a lot more glamorous. The only trouble was that no one had seem to have brought it up to Mr. Daupre and no one wanted to be the one that did it!

Finally it was up to Jacob. He was young, but Jacob was apprenticing both here at the Atelier and at a Shoemaker’s. It was always good to have shoes custom made by design, and Jacob was fortunate enough to be here for apprenticeship! Except Jacob had no idea how one was supposed to bring up the topic of vacations to Mr. Daupre!

“That bridal commissions was a real trial, wasn’t it Mr. Daupre?” started Jacob slowly as he was organizing a few pairs of shoes. “Most of the staff is exhausted. I heard Miss Marie saying it would be awfully nice if the whole staff could take a trip, and even take the work there…”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 12:18 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Now that the bridal commission was finally GONE from the house, Alphonse made a secret vow not to EVER AGAIN take a last-minute bridal assignment! He had to admit to himself it had not only been the generous pay, but the challenge to his creativity that made him take that wretched schedule to complete the garments and trousseau from design to make in less than three months… but one time of that had to be enough. Alphonse was enjoying a few minutes of idleness, supervising some apprenticeship project of his staff. Then, for some unfathomable reason, Jacob spoke. Jacob was not exactly the most eloquent one of men.

Alphonse’s back stiffened. “How, a real trial?” He curtly said. “Are you suggesting there was the slightest danger that I would not be able to deliver the work done?”

He turned, slowly. On his shoulder, Alba shook her head a bit and eyed the young man as if he were a mouse she was about to snatch from the ground! Alphonse frowned.

“Trip? Is this a mutiny?”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 12:28 AM

[soli]

“Guh..uh!! No, sir!! Not at all!!” Oh, he did it now! Jacob supposed the girls of the Atelier must of had it in for him, sending him in here like this to face the firing squad! They [i]knew[/i] he always got flustered and couldn’t think of what to say!

“It was… just a real challenge – that we all were happy to take on and accomplish! The Atelier has never done better work!” He swallowed. Mr. Daupre’s owl was giving him the hungry eye. Jacob felt as if she shrank three feet!

“Th-there’s just… Inspiration, sir! Miss Fowler said people are refreshed by visiting new places! S-some thought the beach would be… fun?”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 12:43 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

So miss Fowler was behind the mutiny. Good grief! Alphonse arched an eyebrow as Jacob shrank like half his size and looked very sorry for himself.

“What, new places?” Alphonse asked with lazy arrogance. “We are not out of work, so there is no reason to flee the city. What do you exactly mean?”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 12:55 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“We have to flee the city?” Cheyanne accidentally asked out loud, as she brushed in with several rolls of newly ordered fabric for the stock. Marie had found her lots of simple little chores to do, all of which weren’t so bad! She got to look at all sorts of interesting things!

Of course, at the moment she was looking at Mr. Daupre stiff backed and looking ready to beat that poor boy senseless, Alba ready to eat someone, and Jacob ready to pass out in the floor. …perhaps she should turn around and run away…

“Miss Fowler! You can explain it better than I!” said Jacob, who practically lept across the room to capture the woman by the arms, rolls of fabric and all and push her towards Mr. Daupre. “About the beach…?”

“Oh…” Jacob was throwing her to the wolves! Boy, she was going to kick the daylights out of him if Mr. Daupre didn’t kill her! Cheyanne blinked up at Mr. Daupre! “I’m not sure what [i]Jacob[/i] was saying… Marie and I were talking about the beach and how nice it would be to see it. I… wanted to ask if you would like to go, but the work here is important, so I was trying to think of ideas where you could go but still keep an eye on work and I thought maybe if you took the whole staff…” Cheyanne said it all reasonably slower than she might have usually talked, but mostly because she was afraid Mr. Daupre was going to snap at her any moment! …She’d not just kick Jacob, she’d put ants in his pajamas!

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 1:16 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse shifted his impressive glare from Jacob to Cheyanne. Half of what she said made sense, but the other half…

“Miss Fowler,” Alphonse said, “do you have any idea about the cost of mobilizing everything you see here just to take the rolls of fabric to sunbathe at the beach? Besides…” He eyed Jacob. “I was just planning to give the staff the weekend off. There is no need to chase me for time off.”

He picked up a few sketchbooks with notes he had handed down to the apprentices and leafed distractedly through it.

“Even you could go. I suppose Marie would be glad to take you on a holiday.” [/dotted]

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 1:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Jacob being elated to hear the staff would be getting time off, and now no longer the sole target of Mr. Daupre’s wrath eased towards the door. “I hear Mrs. Keanne calling for my help~!” He was dashing out quick as lightning!

Cheyanne very nearly clobbered Jacob with one of those rolls of fabric! That was a dirty setup! She’d get her revenge! She took the rolls over to the closet where they could be neatly stored. Busily organizing them by fabric and color, Cheyanne’s annoyance at Jacob had her too distracted to realize what she was saying out loud!

“Honestly, Mr. Daupre, I wanted to go with [i]you[/i], but I do understand if you’re too busy. The ocean is beautiful and inspiring, I would have like to of seen the things you designed from it.” Maybe if she rolled Jacob in Tuna, tied him up like sushi and left him for Lady Keen to paw at. That would get him. “Marie and I talked about it for hours. It was just an idea at first, but now it seems like so much fun.”

There! A neatly straightened closet where everything is fabric and color coded. That was going to make it so much easier to pull out the correct rolls.

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 1:44 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse found himself staring at Cheyanne’s back as she moved those rolls around in the closet. He opened his mouth to reply, but he had to close his lips to think again and try once more. She seemed to have a strange effect on him; he was not used to get nervous so often and it was getting on his nerves.

“With me?” Alphonse asked with a sort of despair. “I am not… I don’t [I]have time[/I] for vacations. I have to make sure to keep the influx of work steady for all the staff to actually get paid! I…” Alphonse bit the corner of his lip. “Besides, how would I take the whole staff to the beach! They would get drunk and drawn!”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 1:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne laughed! “There’s drinking on the beach? They don’t allow that in my city, people get in too much trouble!” She closed up the closet and turned around to lean against the door. Still smiling she shrugged her shoulders. “I know, I know. It was just an idea. Since the staff has a free weekend, they may decide to go anyway.”

Mr. Daupre was very considerate of his staff, but he needed the vacation too. But Cheyanne was fairly certain he made up his mind, and it wasn’t likely he’d budge. “I’ve never been to the beach before, myself. Have you? I’ve been close, but I never really was on the sand or in the water. And that was just when I was little.”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 2:08 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse in fact had been to the beach twice: when he was too young to remember, with his parents, and that unfortunate time his former boss, Master LeGant, had decided to take his staff to the beach, got drunk and nearly drowned Alphonse and Michael when they rescued him.

He couldn’t tell her that, though; it was too embarrasing.

“No,” he replied, uncomfortably. “I have not been to the beach. Just… join miss Lawrence and she’ll make sure you have a pleasant holiday…” He fussed with the sketchbooks and made Alba stop nibbling on his hair. “I’ll ask Mrs. Keane to give you an advancement on your pay.” [/dotted]

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 2:38 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Oh. Alright.” She was disappointed but at least trying to keep on her cheerful face. Going off on a vacation without him while he stayed here at the Atelier working away didn’t seem right at all. Not after all the mania from his bridal commission. Cheyanne tried to think of what to do…

“Mr. Daupre… can I ask you a favor? Er… I guess it’s not so much as a favor as something kind of silly…”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 2:42 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“A favor?” Alphonse blinked at her, holding the sketchbooks with Alba trying to scratch her ear on his shoulder. “What may it be?”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 2:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne tapped her index fingers together, wondering why she’d saying anything was a good idea! “Well I…” Sh pulled her hands up to cover her face. If she were going to embarrass herself, she didn’t want to be seen while she did it. “I am sort of afraid to leave the Atelier without you.” Cheyanne admitted quickly if not a little muffled. The sad thing was, it was mostly true, and she was really hoping she wouldn’t of had to say it! “I could go out with Marie, but if I ended up lost I’m not sure what I would do.”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 3:15 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“…!” Alphonse found himself speechless again and the fact he was nervous grated his nerves doubly, if possible! He swallowed but despite his tremendous effort to keep his cool, a faint blush colored his face. He absolutely hated blushing… it got to look ridiculous with his white hair.

“What could possibly happen?” He asked, almost desperately. On his shoulder, Alba fluffed up to a ball of white feathers with smugly eyes. “I would really like to… to… to please you,[I] but work…![/I]” Alphonse was dreadfully embarrassed. “I am… I can’t just up and leave…! If it were just me… but my staff depends on me.”

Alphonse stared down at the sketchbooks.

“It’s less than a week before I have to start on the Summer designs… Perhaps I should get started on that now.”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 4:44 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It’s alright, really!” she said quickly to reassure him. Cheyanne dropped her hands from her face, and without taking a look at him she moved across the room to gather up all the stray fabric samples that needed to be filed away.

“I can just stay here and take care of things while everyone is out. I’m not as good at cooking as Mrs. Keane, but I can do a few things, and there’s more than enough chores to keep me busy.

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 4:55 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“You don’t have to stay. Go with them…”

Alphonse nibbled on the corner of his lip, his blush going deeper. What an awful feeling, he thought. Besides, he’d rather know the whole staff was relaxing instead of looking after one – and one that makes him nervous for some unfathomable reason! Alba made that strange cooing sound again. Alphonse tried to get her on his leather cuff to leave her on a perch, but she refused.

“You don’t have to stay; as long as the staff leaves everything in order, there is no need to have someone here…” He kept on trying to get Alba on his leather cuff. “As for me, I won’t need assistance… There’s a lot of things to do.”

Alba finally hopped onto the leather cuff. Alphonse huffed in silence. Alba flapped a bit.

“I’ll ask Mrs. Keane to give you an advance on your pay, so you’ll be fine and you’ll be able to go with the others.”

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 5:18 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“There’s a lot of things to do, thus it really wouldn’t be fair to leave you here all by yourself to do them. I can take care of small things, and you can worry about the important business matters.” Cheyanne peeked over her shoulder to see him fussing with Alba. Setting aside the samples she moved across the floor and offered the snowy owl her arm!

“Besides, Alba might want the extra company if you get engrossed in work. She could talk to me while I practiced embroidery.”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 5:33 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked, not quite understanding what she wanted to do, and moved a step away with Alba on his leather cuff. Alba watched them alternately with her big eyes. Alphonse was starting to feel crowded.

“I assure you I am perfectly able to carry on my work,” he said. “There is no need to patronize me.” Alphonse tried to appear dignified, but he was still blushing and flustered. “If the staff needs vacations well, then all may leave! I am not holding anyone hostage here!”

Alba suddenly took flight and landed on a chair. Alphonse scoffed. Even the owl was leaving!
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 5:46 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Alba escaped, and Cheyanne blinked dumbfoundedly at Mr. Daupre! He was accusing her of… accusing him of things! Clearly, he still had little trust for her or the very least didn’t want to be trapped alone with her. Cheyanne’s feelings were hurt, but she had already learned it was better to keep that to herself when talking to Mr. Daupre.

Cheyanne moved back a few paces, crossing her arms defensively. “I’m sorry, Mr. Daupre. I’ll make sure not to be in your way.” She turned around slowly, returning to gathering up those stray fabric samples for putting away.

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 5:59 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked at her defensive attitude. Alba was simply watching them. Alphonse was perplexed and hurt. It wasn’t like he had refused to give what the staff was asking for, vacations time! He was the employer here, it wasn’t like -he- was supposed to take vacations himself, let alone forcefully!

“So, you’ll be leaving with everyone else,” he said. It wasn’t a question! “I suppose a week will be enough rest for all of you. It will be refreshing, not having to find me [I]in your way[/I] at all times!”

He headed for the door.

“No more than one week!” He said, just to keep some appearance of authority, then left the room to go back to the attic!

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:09 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Well that was just right and dandy! He was using vacation time as a punishment, and practically ordered her to leave the house! Cheyanne wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry or scream, so she did the only thing she [i]could[/i] do! She continued organizing samples, and talked to Alba!

“I was only trying to help. …he didn’t have to say that! Why do you insist I stay, when he obviously would rather me be… gone!” Finding all the blue samples, she set them aside in a pile. “How can he be so nice one minute and so… [i]infuriating[/i] the next! You know, I only wanted him to have a break and to spend some time with him! You’d think he was being tortured!” Cheyanne stopped sorting long enough to pull out a hankie she had stashed in her pocket to wipe her eyes. ..who knew carrying hankies would be so useful!

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:12 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse suddenly reappeared on the threshold.

“But Alba stays!” He warned. He was about to make a dignified exit when he noticed she was dabbing at her eyes. “Tears of joy?” He dryly asked, then noticed she wasn’t exactly merry.

“What’s wrong?”

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:17 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Ambushed! She turned her back to him quickly trying to dry her eyes as fast as she could. A sniffle escaped as she took a deep breath, and straightened up to appear as calm as possible! “Nothings wrong at all.” Cheyanne didn’t want to be caught crying, not after what happened last time! Next thing she knew, she’d have to see that doctor and be tortured again!

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:22 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse arched an eyebrow.

“Maybe you are allergic to dust,” he said. “Are you sure you are alright? You don’t have to… worry about the house. There will be relative calm here till the next peak time. Vacations are a good idea, for the staff. You… are still getting used to things around here, you shouldn’t be anxious about taking vacations.”

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:30 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I did all the dusting yesterday.” This was exactly why he was infuriating! He’d so mean one minute, and then he’d come back and be considerate the next! It was like riding a roller coaster she just couldn’t get off!

Cheyanne twist the hankie in her hands, still not daring to turn around, and fearing she was really going to embarrass herself if she weren’t careful. “Do you really just want me to go away and leave you alone…?”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:34 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was astonished.

“-You- said you didn’t want to get in my way. I had only agreed to give vacations to the staff! If the rest of the staff goes on vacations, why wouldn’t you? I only have to stay here. You don’t.”

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:43 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne took a deep breath. If she were living in a world with Victorian ladies and their fearless attitude, she could do it couldn’t she?

She opened her mouth twice before she could finally find the words to speak! “I wanted to get to know you better, Mr. Daupre. Outside of work. I… guess it was wrong to even ask you. You’re a busy man, so I understand why you wouldn’t want me to bother you.”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 6:54 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse’s spectacles slid down his nose a bit giving him a helpless air and his face got slightly red.

“But you said the staff needs vacations!” He desperately said. “What does that have to do with me?”

Well, most likely it [I]had to do something[/I] because he was the boss around here, after all. Alphonse blinked at Cheyanne.

“I… I guess… [I]maybe[/I] I could go, but I really shouldn’t! I don’t have time for vacations; there’s so much to do all the time… This is a very competitive line of work, and I… if I don’t keep things going, there wouldn’t be work and my staff would go hungry!”

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 7:09 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Chewing on her bottom lip she tried offering a solution! “You could… take it with you?” Cheyanne turned around slowly, still unsure of whether or not he was going to get mad at her again, and twisting that hankie nervously in her hands.

“With the staff on vacation, all that could be done is paperwork or designing. You can always send a boy out to deliver messages, and I would really love to help you if you’d let me. I could tell you about the styles in my home, or just keep your papers while you’re concentrating!”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 7:37 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked.

“But still, you could be on vacations,” he said. “I am here all the time. When you come back, I will be here, regardless.”

Alphonse sighed. He had not slept yet and his eyes were getting tired. “Thanks for your eagerness to help, but may I insist, vacations will be good for you. I am not trying to send you away, but if the staff goes on vacations I think you should go as well. It would be unfair to you if you had to stay behind.”

Alphonse felt his ears warm; he was still blushing. How pesky!

“I… Hm. Yes, I’d like to hear about the styles in your home, but I don’t want you to skip vacations. It’s not like the staff gets them often.”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 7:51 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It’s unfair for [i]you[/i] to always have to stay home, too, Mr. Daupre.” How could a man be so stubborn about work. It was beyond obsession, and no wonder all of his people worried so much about him.

“Why don’t you come on vacation with me, and bring your work too? It wouldn’t have to be the beach. A lake is nice, or maybe just spending the days in a park would be a pleasant place too.”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 8:09 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

She was inviting him to escape with her?! Alphonse blushed furiously.

“Uh… I don’t think that would be appropriate,” he managed to say. “I have not been introduced to your father… and dueling is against the law!”

He stopped. Maybe he was misunderstanding things!

“I mean, the beach would be saf… err, somebody said the staff wants to go to the beach! Why is staying here unfair in my case? I live here!” Alphonse stopped again. “You are trying to force me to get vacations! That is not very considerate!”

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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 8:20 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Duel..?” Cheyanne wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that at first, and once she realized it, she was probably turning three shades of red!

“It’s not a forced vacation if you’re still working when you go! Besides, you said you were working on summer designs. What better place to find inspiration than the beach? You could fashion better swimsuits so ladies don’t faint in the summer sun!”

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Azul Morag – Aug 1, 2008 at 8:28 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Apparently, it was true and he had misunderstood. Alphonse blinked. She was too persistent!

“But that is not vacations… and the staff…” Alphonse sighed. “Oh, I will think about it. I don’t promise anything, though.”
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Divinatas – Aug 1, 2008 at 9:21 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was so surprised that he agree to even think about that, that she couldn’t help but smile wide. “Thinking about it is good enough for me!” And that was way more than she expected to get! Considering vacations is the first step to beating workaholism!

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New Amsterdam

New Amsterdam: A New World (pt2.2)

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Title: A New World (pt2.2)
Number: 117
Date: Jul 15, 2008 at 11:43 PM
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Azul Morag – Jul 15, 2008 at 11:43 PM

[bg=#0e1938][padding=10px][so=#67708c][bg=#202d54]NEW AMSTERDAM: A NEW WORLD[/bg][/so][/padding][/bg]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

After Dr. Fahrenheit was FINALLY gone, Alphonse returned to his Sanctum… Well, that was very much what his private studio was for him. He did worry about the strange woman, but he just he sat down on his stool and stared at all the sketches for wedding gowns he had frantically drawn in the morning. He didn’t like them; they looked like costumes! Which reminded him of Cheyanne’s strange garments. He reached for the bag with her clothes Marie had brought him. She told him she had to wash some of the garments.

“Well, for a little distraction…” He pulled out the shirt. The fabric was unlike anything he had seen before; silky but porous and it somehow didn’t seem natural. The buttons were some sort of… It wasn’t glass. What were they exactly made of? Alphonse pulled out a triangular-esque thing open on top with two large holes. It took him a while to figure out what that was.

“…” Alphonse was scandalized! How indecorous! After the first shock, he held the thing by a corner and shook it. It was very light and… elastic. Actually, the elasticity was fascinating. He examined the weaving of the extraordinarily elastic lace at the top, and decided it wasn’t the weaving, but the material itself. Like rubber. Maybe it was rubber? He used the strange thing to shoot a few paper balls across the room, but that didn’t go well. He tried using it as a honda with empty thread bobbins for pebbles, and it actually worked!

Alba was staring at him, blinking her owlish eyes. She guessed she could chase after those things he was shooting, so she snatched one out of the air and landed with her booty on a perch with a short shriek. Alphonse took the bobbin back from her.

“Yes, it’s interesting… I wonder what is this made of at all!” [/dotted]

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Divinatas – Jul 16, 2008 at 8:16 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne slept. And slept! And slept some more! When it was time to take her medicine and someone shook her awake, she took it without complaint. In fact, she didn’t complain or talk about anything! Cheyanne just drank the Doctor prescribed medication and curled up in bed again. No crying or moaning, just occasional sniffles and a cough or two. No crazy talk about her purse, or asking for a job to do. Nor trying to escape or insisting to be elsewhere. Cheyanne had decided that it was no use. She would just stay in bed like she was told, take her medicine like she was told, and when she was better, then she’d just do whatever she was told. Then they wouldn’t call that Doctor back and have her committed in a funny house, or call her a thief and get her arrested, or throw her outside to fend for herself.

Cheyanne slept!

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Azul Morag – Jul 16, 2008 at 3:40 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie was worried about Cheyanne, but since Cheyanne was actually cooperating, she guessed that meant Cheyanne was healing from her cold. Mr. Daupre was already better and he kept everyone very busy preparing the dresses and suits for a whole wedding court, plus the bride’s trousseau. The younger seamstresses were working on the bride’s linens and other household details that the bride’s mother was going to give the bride along with family heirlooms, as it was custom. The tailor apprentices were intensely working and Alphonse was supervising every single staff all the time. In fact, he supervised Cheyanne, too (maybe out of habit to supervise everyone or just hysteria). He allowed Marie to embroider in the bedroom so that she could keep an eye on Cheyanne; Mrs. Keane had told him Cheyanne had been seen wandering the halls practically naked, and after seen her former clothes in detail he had guessed maybe her sense of decor was sligthly different. Marie dicretely tried to change his impression but he was so focused on the wedding party commission she doubted he had even heard her!

“You will need to get up some day,” Marie said giving a pat on the bulk of Cheyanne under the covers. A mew informed her Lady Keen was also in there, somewhere. Marie sighed.

“She nibbles on toes,” she warned Cheyanne.
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Divinatas – Jul 16, 2008 at 11:45 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne had an arm curled around Lady Keen, lightly stroking her head and ears. If her toes were nibbled, that wouldn’t be too horrible. She would be the crazy woman that had no toes. Her nephews would probably think that was hilarious!

“When I’m better and have a job to do, I will get up and do it.” mumbled Cheyanne from under the mound of covers. At least Lady Keen was a comfort, she was soft, warm, and would purr until Cheyanne’s hand stopped moving.

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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2008 at 12:05 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie shook her head. “If you are well, you should find something useful to do in the Maison by yourself. I don’t know what exactly did you say to the Master, but he’s hurt… or offended, it’s hard to tell. What I mean is, you will have to prod him to get work! I don’t suggest prodding Mrs. Keane, she’s kind of stiff. When this bridal commission is over, he’ll be tired and dizzy, and it’ll be easier to convince him of things.”

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Divinatas – Jul 17, 2008 at 12:16 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne’s hand paused over Lady Keen’s head. That was a horrible idea. He hated her, and saying she was sorry and trying to be a useful worker didn’t make a difference. So what if was was offended, he had offended her too and no one cared about that! She was held hostage by his owl!

Sitting up slowly and pushing the covers away, Cheyanne moved to get out of bed. “I’ll get dressed and ask him now, if that’s what I’m supposed to do.” He was only going to say he was busy and shoo her away, and she’ll have to go… pull weeds out of the lawn or help Lady Keen chase mice. Cheyanne will be the weed pulling mouse girl.

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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2008 at 12:21 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie almost smiled. “You don’t have to go right now, just think about what will you tell him! The best moment to go will be when the commission for the wedding is done and over. Besides, you need to walk around a little and brush your hair… it’s taken the shape of the pillow. He’s too busy and a bit hysterical, supervising everyone. I don’t think he’s eaten, but he could have trouble if he eats and Alba hasn’t been fed!”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Just on cue, Alphonse appeared on the door with Alba on his shoulder. They had the same unhappy expression, and they eyed them just in the same way.

“I beg your pardon? I -did- eat and so did Alba! Did you finish your embroidery? What is she doing out of bed? And the cat, are there mice upstairs?!”

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Divinatas – Jul 17, 2008 at 12:36 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne had her hands on her head trying to smooth out her hair when Mr. Daupre and Alba walked through the door. He was already cranky, but Marie said she had to ask him for a job, and Cheyanne would have preferred to get it over again than dred it for days.

“Mr. Daupre, I am well enough to work now. I did say I would be your model, but if you preferred I could babysit Alba, or wash dishes, or chase mice with Lady Keen and pluck weeds out of the lawn.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2008 at 1:00 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse gave a startled stare. He opened his mouth to give a piece of his mind about how she doubted his skills and even called him crazy, when mice-chasing and weed-plucking surprised him so much he just stared at her for a few seconds. He frowned.

“I never said you would have to chase mice or pluck weeds!” He stared accusingly. “I am not -that- evil, you know! I…” Alphonse blinked. “I don’t know what you could do. What are your skills?”

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Divinatas – Jul 17, 2008 at 1:10 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne hadn’t expected him to ask her credentials and actually consider her for something! She chewed on her bottom lip trying to quickly put together a mental resume of things that would actually be useful in a place like this. “I’m trained as a secretary but you already have one. I could take messages, or serve coffee and chit chat with clients while they wait. I’ve got great penmanship for taking notes. I could could write descriptions and articles about your designs for magazines, newspapers or zines. Or you can dress me up and I’ll stand outside on a busy street looking pretty and when I’m complimented I’ll say ‘Why thank you! This is one of Mr. Daupre’s dresses, isn’t it beautiful!’ and twirl a lacy parasol.”

Maybe she rambled on more than she needed to… but that last idea actually sounded like a lot of fun. It’s a shame he didn’t intend to have her model for him anymore.

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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2008 at 1:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked. Alba made that strange cooing sound again, but he ignored her.

“You are from somewhere else; I do not know from where, but somewhere quite different,” he said. “I would have to test your abilities, and the way you speak. I was examining your clothes I bought,” he added. “I can’t tell what some of the fabrics are. That is alarming enough. You may think I am insane, but you are lucky I am not. When the bridal commission is done and delivered, I will test your abilities and I will figure out what you could do. As for modeling on the streets… That is interesting, but random and tiring. Besides, my brand is too expensive for the average citizen that actually walks… but the idea is interesting and I will consider it.”

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Divinatas – Jul 17, 2008 at 8:13 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Encouraged that he was willing to test her credentials and even considered her idea, even if it wasn’t feasible, she attempted to be more persistent!

“I could help with the bridal commissions? To try on things so you can see them on a person, or even just to fetch things for you, or relay messages in the house, or organize ribbons and threads and fabrics. My clothes were mostly a polyester mix, but I guess you wouldn’t have a lot of that here.. but oh! I could show you what my sister’s wedding dress looked like, since you are interested in clothes! I’m not very good at drawing, but I could maybe sketch the outline. She tried on a million of them before she found the right one.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2008 at 5:32 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse just watched like a hawk as Cheyanne spoke. Her words informed him of a few things: Since she had said she worked as a receptionist it was unlikely she was rich, but her sister tried many finished dresses for her wedding. That and the nature of the stitches in her clothing, plus her suggestions about street advertising warned Alphonse of something: wherever Cheyanne came from, designer clothing was not only obsolete, but mass-produced. It smelled of industrial clothing, and far beyond small factories if they had even bridal sets! Polyester? Alphonse had never heard that fiber name before. It wasn’t a flower name, nor a vegetable fiber name he knew. It wasn’t animal, either. What in hell was it?

Alphonse watched her from head to toes again. She wasn’t corset-trained and she had been wearing those strange garments she came with. Where did women wear such scant clothing? These clothes she came with were too complicated to be from Indochina or Africa, where clothing was lighter and mostly linen and cotton. Silk. He couldn’t recall seeing anything similar before. However, the engineering of the garments, cut and function spoke of design. Maybe mass-produced, but design. Stressed out as he was to finish the bridal commission on time, he imagined a very dark country with a worse off problem of child-slaves in factories and underpaid designers slaving away in the hollow belly of a smoke-belching factory.

Alphonse paled a little.

“Are you aware that industry enslaves orphaned children and poor children?” He asked. “Factory-produced clothes may be cheaper, but clothes by their worth feed families and send their children to school… I think you ought to think about that!”

Since Marie oddily eyed him, Alphonse abruptly realized his imagination was running away with him. He folded his arms, causing Alba to flap a little.

“Anyway… I will talk to you later. I am busy and there is a lot to do… and you need to get dressed. Miss Lawrence! Did you finish or did you not?”
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Divinatas – Jul 17, 2008 at 9:12 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“There’s [i]laws[/i] against child and slave labor. And least in my country. Even the top designer labels are done in factories, handmade items are pretty rare now.” Cheyanne imagined if he saw her city that Mr. Daupre might’ve died from a heart attack. New York was painfully complicated in the modern age. But then, doctors were more professional didn’t attack you with leeches.

He told her to get dressed, so Cheyanne was already scooting away to find her clothes. Then she realized he was still there, and opted to grab a hairbrush to brush her hair instead!

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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2008 at 9:31 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie tried her best to keep herself from smiling (or else she could get fired from the Master’s expression!)

“I am done with the embroidery, Master Daupre. Here it is, sir.” She handed over a folded cloth.

” I will assist Cheyanne dressing, if you don’t mind.”
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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse checked the embroidery. “What country is that supposed to be?” He distractely asked. He frowned a bit at the mention of dressing and assistance but moved back, as he had not passed the threshold into the room. “Don’t leave the cat locked in here! Where is Peter? And you didn’t answer my question!”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2008 at 7:27 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“The United States of America!” she said quickly! “I live in New York, New York. I’m not really sure why they decided to name the state after the city, but it was originally called New Amsterdam in the 1600s and I..” Cheyanne realized they were looking at her funny again. “thought it was a weird coincidence…” she finished.

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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2008 at 11:05 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse stared, briefly. “Is she still taking laudanum?” He asked Marie with a raised eyebrow. Marie began closing the door.

“She will be dressed and ready, shortly!” Marie said, firmly. “Don’t worry, Master Daupre.”

Alba shrieked a bit. Alphonse had an outraged expression, but he moved from the door and Marie closed it, leaving him outside. Alba vigorously shook her tail. Alphonse scoffed.

“I am too busy to be here anyway!” He said before leaving.

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Divinatas – Jul 19, 2008 at 6:44 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“You shouldn’t have shut the door in his face, he’s going to be furious.” Cheyanne said, having finished brushing through her hair and sparing herself the disaster of looking like a puffy-headed weirdo.

Now that Mr. Daupre was gone, Cheyanne was hunting for her clothes and fussing to change. She still hadn’t gotten used to all these different layers and weird bits and pieces. It sure was a lot of trouble just to get dressed. “A lot of cities had had the same names or changed their names, I didn’t think it was that strange? Well, I guess maybe the calendar year being different is weird. I mean, I think this city and it’s customs are odd, but only because it’s all so old fashioned rather than just being totally unique!” It seemed now that Mr. Daupre was going to work with her, Cheyanne’s mood had perked right up again!

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Azul Morag – Jul 19, 2008 at 11:13 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie gave a delicate snort.

“When he’s trying to be everywhere at the same time, sometimes it’s necessary to help him to get moving,” Marie said. She ‘helped’ Cheyanne with her corset. Pulling the laces like a professional, she added, “you shouldn’t worry about him; I am sure he will see you later and give you work.”

“What is all that chatter about a New York city and things being old fashioned in New Amsterdam? This is one of the best cities for fashion designers, and well… I have yet to see old-fashioned people around! And…” Marie tied the laces.

“Do you mean women show off their legs in your city? The Master told me that you were wearing seemed to be an outfit and not petticoats…”

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Divinatas – Jul 20, 2008 at 7:44 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Dutifully, Cheyanne took her corset torture like a woman. She was going to really have to try and not get worked up about anything for fear she’ll lose her breath again and end up passed out on the floor! “Well, yeah. It’s a work suit. A blouse and skirt. Of course, I ended up caught in the rain before I boarded the train, and clothes like that really shouldn’t be drenched in water, so it looked really bad.” She braced a hand at her ribs… Talking too fast was a bad idea too! So she tried to pace her words also!

“Things here are conservative compared to my city. Really, really conservative. New Yorkers hardly even had manners anymore. But clothing and style is still incredibly important. I love fashion even if I couldn’t always afford the top designers, and I wanted to work at a fashion magazine [i]so[/i] much. They always knew what the next up and coming styles would be for the seasons. I would have been thrilled to be the columnist that went to all the fashion shows to do the reviews. After college I got a starter job at a magazine and wanted to work my way up, like most people do… but… I never got the promotions.” Cheyanne sighed. Not only was she skipped over, but she never had the guts to really demand the consideration either. It was probably her own fault.

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Azul Morag – Jul 20, 2008 at 7:46 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie thought all that sounded very strange (and kind of heathenish!) but she guessed she could find out more things in time. Cheyanne was nice and agreeable, but Marie still could not make head or toes about where did she come from, and why exactly was she here, if she was lost or not… Things like that. Marie eyed Cheyanne trying to breathe. She tried, but she could stifle a bit of laughter!

“You don’t have to hold your breath like that; this is a Straight Front corset! See, it doesn’t press against your stomach…” She patted Cheyanne’s stomach a bit. “See? You can breathe and eat wearing that, comfortably.”

“By the way, the Master has reproduced your garments. He made some changes, but he dressed a mannequin with his version of your clothes. The only thing he couldn’t do was the…” She laughed. “Excuse me, but we call them, ‘the loincloth without the cloth’ – what exactly are those?! They are not bloomers or anything… The fabric expands but the Master hasn’t found out what it is in detail. He tried some honeycomb expanding stitch work, but those looked like the pantaloons of a court jester! I think he didn’t even finish them.”

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Divinatas – Jul 23, 2008 at 1:53 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne still wasn’t too sure she’d be able to breathe later, but relaxed a small bit. She glanced over her shoulder at Marie, curiously. “A reproduction of my suit already?” That was pretty impressive, especially since things were all done by hand here!

“Those are [i]underwear[/i]. Ladies panties! My suit though isn’t bad at all when it’s [i]dry[/i], though. I got caught in the ran before I boarded the train and designer clothes usually have to be dry cleaned. ..Do you think I can take a peek at the suit?”

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Azul Morag – Jul 23, 2008 at 11:45 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie blinked.

“Do you mean, there are ones for men, too?” She shook her head. “Is it some sort of ordinance in your city, some kind of dressing code?” She was half amused, half scandalized, but she was curious. “I guess there is a reason for… hm. It’s very strange…!”

“Well. If you want to see the suit he made, I guess we could sneak upstairs when he’s busy! Anyway, his living room may need some dusting!” Marie winked with a mischievous grin!

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Divinatas – Jul 28, 2008 at 3:16 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Of course they do. Well.. Not all of them do, men have their own styles, and it’s not required some people don’t wear any at all.” Cheyanne replied, and then realized that was probably even more scandalous than slimpy panties! “But [i]those[/i] people are usually pretty naughty to begin with!”

Quickly changing the subject, Cheyanne smiled wide at the idea of peeking at the outfit design. “We’re not going to get any trouble for taking a look are we? Even if we’re dusting? I Really don’t want to get in any more trouble with Mr. Daupre.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 28, 2008 at 5:54 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie blinked and readily agreed to change the subject.

“Well, he might get annoyed,” she said, “but he doesn’t have to know. Besides if he appears, Alba would be with him and she likes you! Let’s go quickly.”

Marie took a hold of Cheyanne’s wrist and pulled her along with a grin! They had to hide in corners a couple of times and rush up the stairs, but soon they got to the attic where the Master lives. The door was not locked. Marie produced a broom and dusting pan from a cupboard, and a feathered duster.

“Just in case,” she said.

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Divinatas – Jul 28, 2008 at 6:05 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne took the feather duster, amused with how old fashioned and natural the feathers were. She did like this look so much better than the ones people would get at the store with those hot pink or lime green dyed feathers and those plastic handles! This one sort of made dusting seem elegant and fancy!

Inside Mr. Daupre’s suite, Cheyanne made sure to look like she was sincerely dusting as Marie made sure no one was around or saw them. Then she turned around and spotted.. her suit! Well, not exactly her suit, it was an entire redesign! “Oh [i]wow[/i]! This is so chic!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 28, 2008 at 6:19 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie leaned against the door and giggled behind her hand. “He was so stressed he made a hobby out of your suit these last days you’ve been sick and we’ve been working on the bridal assignment! He made some changes, as you see… like the neck design and the lines if the sleeves; he made that skirt short as yours, but he also made this other long one…”

She lifted a matching skirt from a chair; it was long with a mermaid-like curve that made it tighter at the knees and wider below, with a slight “tail” forming a soft wave.

“All the suit is lined, for shaping… The shirt inside is almost the same as yours, but he changed the neck and made it more fitted… See this small embroidered lily? He made it. The lily is part of his signature. Well, actually he made almost everything himself, including cutting and sewing. Generally, the assistants just follow his instructions… but not everyone has seen this suit.”

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Divinatas – Jul 28, 2008 at 6:36 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“It’s [i]brilliant[/i]!” she said, sticking the duster in her waistband so her hands were free! Cheyanne brushed her fingers along the collar… the fabric was just right! It would be light and comfortable! “In just a few days even? The design is exquisite! It’s modern and sleek but a classic style… It would never go out of fashion! A hundred years and it would still look beautiful!”

“And the pieces as separates, it’s genius! The long skirt would be elegant for dinners or parties, and the short skirt perfect for going to work or meetings. And the color…!” Cheyanne hopped and clapped her hands! “It’s subtle and could be mixed with any other shirts and accessories! Oh, Marie! I really love this!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 28, 2008 at 7:00 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie beamed proudly! “I am happy you like it! He’s not got much sleep as of lately, but he relaxed a little making this suit.” She held up the long skirt. “He used your measurements, too! We should ask him to let you try it on sometime!”
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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

The girls had not seen him, but Alphonse had appeared on the threshold as soon as Marie moved away from it to take the skirt from the chair. He had been perplexed by the weight on his door (which was Marie’s) and had simply given it a mild push when she moved away from it… He was holding the door knob, watching them. His eyeglasses slid down his nose; his eyes opened wide and he forgot to bicker as blush crept over his face, making it quite obvious he had heard their comments. On his shoulder, Alba smugly fluffed up till she looked like a ball of feathers with eyes and a barely visible beak and kept silent.

Alphonse swallowed and felt the impulse to flee. It was very strange, he hadn’t felt uneasy at people studying his work since he was a teenager! He mentally chided himself, but that didn’t make his blush recede any. Hoping not to be seen, he took a slow step back…

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Divinatas – Jul 28, 2008 at 7:09 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Do you think he’ll let me? He doesn’t really like me at al- [i]Mr. Daupre[/i]!” Cheyanne said, just barely catching the man at the door out of the corner of her eye! She stepped away from the suit quickly, pulling the duster out of her waistband. But it was fairly obvious from the look on her face that she was caught red handed gabbing on with Marie about something they were probably going to be in a world of trouble for!

“I- we were just- Oh boy.” she stammered. Looking at Marie for help!

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Azul Morag – Jul 28, 2008 at 7:28 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie had been startled as well, but she did realize the Master was… he was… he was blushing! Even in the shade of the door, it was rather obvious he was not red with anger, but rather he was flustered like a schoolboy – that was so cute! She almost squealed but her prudence quickly took over.

“Master Daupre… yes, we came here to dust your room, it hasn’t been dusted in days and well… it’s impossible to ignore this suit! Begging your forgiveness, Master,” she added, cautiously. “It is very nice.”

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse eyed them the best he could manage, but he somehow couldn’t muster his usually scary glaring. Alba simply shook her tail, looking smug. Alphonse opened his mouth to speak, but he hesitated and had to start over.

“Well… I guess the room does need some dusting… but the suit is fine as it is…” He blushed furiously. “I mean… Well, I made it, didn’t I? I did try to make it right…” He added, almost desperately. “Anyway, if you already saw it, you can dust… around it. Because the room is dusty, but the suit hadn’t got any dust yet.”

Alphonse stopped.

“Do you really want to try it on?” He asked Cheyanne. “I didn’t finish your underwear!”

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Divinatas – Jul 28, 2008 at 7:36 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“[i]Can[/i] I try it on?” Cheyanne asked, unable to hide that delighted look on her face, even if at the mention of her underwear (and knowing Marie said his version was a disaster!) had her turning red. It was probably better he didn’t finish those!

“Well, no one would see the underwear anyway… But I would really love to try it. It [i]is[/i] the most gorgeous dress!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 29, 2008 at 2:56 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was astounded for some very long seconds – did she mean the underwear was not necessary?! She said again she found the dress gorgeous and Alphonse got even more nervous than before!

“But you have to wear… Marie! She needs underwear and I didn’t finish it!”
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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie had to call upon all her self-control powers to keep from smirking. With a very straight face, she placidly said, “The slim bloomers would do nicely, Master Daupre. Those are best for fitted clothing…”
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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked